Hello everyone! This is a short story that I had in my mind since I've heard this song by One Republic-"Come Home"
I immediately thought of the Salvatore Brothers when Damon went to war.
So this is my short story,
Enjoy:)
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Come Home
"Angel of Mercy
How did you find me?
How did you pick me up again?"
-Come Home by One Republic
"Dawn breaks on yet another day
but the lights is nowhere to be found
on this sky murky and fray
hope seams lost on this battle ground
Many young men had died here, sacrifices were made
but was it worth it, did it bring change?"
-Victims of Society by Rafay Muhammad
The day was like any other, oh, so young Stefan Salvatore thought.
He was looking forward to this day, the beginning of spring vacations. Not that he didn't enjoy school, he loves learning about anything he can get his hands on but he also crave a big long rest.
He gets up early that day, actually prepared for whatever adventure his older brother will drag him into. He smile as his reflection, trying to accommodate his wild light brown hair and get his silk shirt. Stefan creeps out of his room, looking through the halls for any sign of the older Salvatore.
Once he thought the coast was clear he steps out and walks gingerly to his brother's bedroom.
Damon, the older and more crazy of the Salvatore's, never like getting up early. He just turn seventeen and as any teenager his age, he was fast asleep at 8 in the morning. Perfect opportunity for Stefan to get him.
He slowly turns the knob to his room, biting his bottom lip to keep himself from laughing already.
He slowly lets the door open itself just a bit for him to slide through, he squints his eyes to every crackling sound the old wooden floors make against his shoes and made his way to Damon's bed. He could make out a lump on the bed and instantly grins. He slowly made his way, hands in from of him ready.
Once he was a good foot from the lump, he sprang on top of him, "Gotcha now!" he cried, fighting with the covers. However, tearing the covers from his brother was nothing but a stack of pillows. Stefan stops and frowns, and suddenly he was tackle to the bed.
"Oaff!" he puffs out as the weight suddenly hit him from the back.
"Thought you can get me huh, Stef?" laughs a voice from behind him, and Stefan couldn't help but crack on a smile. He laughs, "Well I tried, Danny."
The weight suddenly disappears and Stefan straightens himself, still laying on his brother's bed.
Damon stares down on him, grinning. His raven hair was all over the place and his crystal blue eyes has a hint of mischief on them.
Damon has grown as well, he was now 5'8, small hints of acne appears on his forehead but nothing serious, his voice also has gotten deeper too.
He chuckles and ruffles Stefan hair, earning him a cold stare and a stick-out tongue, "Come on, we have lots of adventures today, lieutenant Salvatore. First stop...kitchen, I'm starving."
He walks towards the door and looks back at his brother, "Well you coming?"
Stefan smiles back, "Of course!"
"Then onward! Lieutenant Stefie!
"Hey! Don't call me that!"
"Whatever you say, Stefie!"
Stefan laughs as he follows him. He always admire his brother, he was, after all, his role model, teacher, parent, and most importantly his best friend.
They jog down the stairs into the kitchen. Emma, their nanny, already has the table set.
"Good morning Master Damon, Master Stefan." she greets them.
Damon huffs and waves lazily his hand, "Please, Em don't call me Master, I don't like that...well call me that around Father...but not here."
Emma chuckles, she places a plate full of pancakes and eggs with bacon in front of him. Damon eyes them hungrily. "Alright then Damon, as you say. Eat up, you've gotten quite an appetite lately."
She walks with the other plate fill with eggs to Stefan, "Thank you Emma, and please don't call me Master either."
She smiles at him and kisses his head, "Alright then, my dear. Eat up, I want you to be as big and strong as your brother."
Damon head shots up, mouth full of pancakes, "Wahft" he muffles out.
Emma laughs and Stefan does too, "But with more manners and less mischief."
Damon cracks a grin, swallowing his food, "What's life without a little risk?"
"Safe." answers Emma, re-arranging the plates.
Damon opens him mouth but closes it quickly, "Touche."
Stefan grins, theses mornings he just wish it could stay like this. Suddenly Giuseppe Salvatore comes in the room.
Stefan stands up and Damon quickly wipes his mouth with back of his hand before standing and bowing respectfully to Father.
"Father." The boys greeted, solemnly.
"Boys," he returns to them. His green eyes lock against Damon's blue ones. "Damon, once you are done, come to the studio...I need to talk to you privately."
He walks back into the living room and disappears down the hall.
Damon huffs, sinking back into his seat. Stefan eyes him worryingly, "What did you do now, Damon?"
He shakes his head, "Nothing...at least nothing I can remember. And besides if a bird were to take a dump on his coat, he'll find a way to blame it on me. Father never like me, anyway."
Stefan looks down on his half-eaten plate. Its true, Giuseppe and Damon never quite gotten along, Stefan didn't really understand why, but he still hates it when his Father and brother fight.
Damon sighs again and gives Stefan a small smile, "Well better see what grumpy wants, see you later brother. And thanks Emma!"
He stands up and heads out the kitchen, whistling as he disappear down the hallway.
Stefan stares at his retreating figure for a why until he felt a hand on his shoulder. He looks up to see Emma staring down on him, "Relax, child. I'm sure your brother will be find...its in his nature."
Stefan smiles a little at her, She's right I shouldn't worry, its not the first time Father and Danny talk along anyway.
"Yeah you're right, Emma. I'm going outside to the gardens. When Damon comes back, can you tell him where I am?"
"Of course, Stefan. You go on, child. Go with the wind.
That's Damon's way, Stefan thought heading out the door. I hope whatever it is...that it doesn't end badly.
But in his heart he fells something bad will happen soon.
~Damon and Giuseppe~
"You wanted to see me, Father?"
Damon whispers cautiously, stepping into the beautiful studio. Giuseppe de Salvatore sits professionally in the leather chair, his eyes bore a hole into Damon's face.
"Sit down, Damon" he replies indicating with a wave, the seat opposite from him. Damon sighs and takes a seat, his eyes stare back, challenging.
Giuseppe leans back against his chair, hands folding neatly in front of him. "Damon, I'm sure you are aware of our society at war, correct?"
Damon nods once, a clear boring expression plasters his face.
"Well," Giuseppe continues. "I have decided, since you are the eldest and, for whatever reason you don't want to inherit the Salvatore Estate, I had the pleasure to enroll you into the Confederacy Army."
Damon's smirk disappears completely, he leans in closer, eyes widen, "W-What?"
His Father nods, no expression of worry or apologetic or regret for enrolling his son to death. "You heard me correctly, boy. You are heading to the Confederacy Training Camp on Wednesday morning, 5 o' clock sharp."
Damon shakes his head, dazes. "Y-you just sign me up like that? Without discussing it with me! What if I don't want to go, Father? Ever thought what I want for once!"
Giuseppe abruptly stands up, smacks his hands against the table.
"Exactly why I had enroll you! You won't do anything productive in your life, Damon! All you'll do is get drunk and chasing young women and no more!
You're brother, on the other hand, will do something with his life! Why can't you be more like him?"
"Because I'm not!" Damon yells back. "I'm not Stefan! I'm not your perfect son, I'm not...anything-I get it! But I also live, I too bleed and dream and love-
I'm human too, Father. I-I don't want to lose my life like this...I don't want to leave my little brother alone."
"Gah!" exclaims Giuseppe. He stands up and paces around his eldest son. "Stefan is young, Damon. He has lots to learn, still...about life. He has to know, in this age, that his brother will not always be there for him!
And besides he don't not need a bad example like you, Damon. He must be far away from you as possible."
Damon, too stands up. He has grown much taller so, him and Giuseppe almost face each other directly into the eyes. Damon's eyes narrow, anger swept over him like a hurricane, ready to burst out.
"I might not show a good example for him, Father." He said seething, pointing his finger at him, "But for sure he needs me better, if not more, that he needs you as a father."
Damon stares at him for a few more seconds before moving to the door. He yanks open the door but Giuseppe's voice stops him. "I might not be the best father for him-for both of you-but I know what is right for him, the right decisions, the right choices for his life.
Do you, Damon?"
Damon stares coldly at the ground, he steps forward and bangs the door close, cutting himself from the man he has to call his Father.
And this is the first chapter of this small series, hope you enjoy it and until next time!
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