Disclaimer: I don't own Vampire Diaries, Stefan (unfortunately) or Damon (I WISH!) I'm just using them to make a fan fiction for people to enjoy so I hope you do!
Summary: I was watching "Let The Right One In" on my TV because I had it recorded and I decided to write a fic telling what Damon's thinking and changing some things so you see more brotherly love because I love their brotherly moments(: Hope you like it. Reviews and constructive criticism is always welcome but please no flames. Okay enough rambling, onto the story!
AN: bold italics are thoughts. And I'm sorry if some of my language is inappropriate to you, I try to keep it to a minimum unless it fits the character in the situation. Kay now I'm done I promise!
'Where the hell is he?' Damon thought as he paced back and fourth in front of thee fire place. 'It doesn't take four freaking hours to hunt down a couple of freaking' bunnies!,'
Worrying for his little brother. No not worrying. Okay fine he was worrying but not like he'd ever admit that to anyone.
After a few more minutes of pacing and calling Stefan's cell for the fifth time he grabbed his leather jacket and pulled it on over his long-sleeved cotton shirt, black of course. Then he ran out the door and right to Elena's house, not bothering to knock, he was too anxious to worry about manners.
Elena wasn't happy about that. She was already at her wits-end with Damon and now it seemed almost as if he intentionally tried to annoy her. She rolled her eyes and said crankily, "What do you want Damon?"
"Have you seen my brother?" He asked, ignoring her tone and cutting right to the chase.
"No. Why?" She responded, her tone softening as the conversation turned to her boyfriend.
"Because I can't get a hold of him and he should've been home ages ago. So I figured he was here with you." Damon said, trying to keep his tone neutral and care-free, but inside he was fighting not to panic. 'If he's not home and not with her…. Oh no, it's cloudy enough…. That guy would want revenge…Oh hell!'
The horror must've shown in his eyes when he pieced everything together because Elena instantly got worried.
"What's wrong?" She asked, hoping she mistook the look in his eyes and everything was fine.
"You're not going to like what I'm thinking." He said mysteriously, running out of the house at vampiric speed, looking like a blur as he went.
He reached the old house out in the woods in mere minutes. He paid no attention to the fact that it was pouring, he didn't care, and he was pissed beyond belief. Reaching the door he starting banging on the door as hard as he could, he was in no mood to be patient. If he was right and these creeps had hurt his baby brother there'd be hell to pay.
"Can I help you?" asked the vampire that had attacked them the night before as he opened the door and smirked at the soaked Damon standing on the porch. Now Damon remembered his name was Fredrick; he'd been an asshole back in 1864 and was a total dick now.
"Where the hell is my brother?" Damon asked vehemently, glaring daggers at the vampire in front of him. Man if looks could kill, Fredrick would be staked by some invisible force right then and there.
"Have you ever felt what it's like to be starved? Wasting away for ages with no blood to sustain you? For the first few weeks every cell in your body burns its agony. I thought your brother would like a taste of that before I killed him, especially since it's the fault of yours and his that we were stuck in that tomb for 145 years. Katherine's obsession with the two of you is the reason we all endured a century and a half of agony. And now you'll both pay for it." Fredrick said, his grin growing wider at the look of pure rage that crossed Damon's face.
Damon snarled at him, too furious to speak clearly.
Fredrick chuckled. "You want to see him one last time? I could arrange that." Then he turned towards the hall and called out for someone named Billy.
Two men came around the corner, half-dragging Stefan along with them. Damon could both see and smell his baby brother's blood from where he stood, just outside the door. Seeing his brother like that enraged he more and he tried to enter the house, only to find it barred by some invisible wall.
"No, no, no." Fredrick said, wagging his finger at Damon. "You haven't been invited in." Just at that moment Miss Gibbons, owner of the house, walked by heading towards the living room. Fredrick reached out and grabbed her arm. "Miss Gibbons, you see this man here? You're never to let him in." He said hypnotizing as he compelled the woman.
"I'll never let him in." She said in a sickly sweet tone, frowning at Damon, but smiling when she turned back to Fredrick. Fredrick grinned evilly and released her to continue to her destination. He made a gesture behind his back for a vampire to stake Stefan in the abdomen and watched with amusement at the look of pain and then fury that crossed Damon's face at the sound of pain Stefan made when staked.
"I'll kill you myself you bastard." Damon growled menacingly.
"Sure you will." Fredrick said cockily, knowing that Damon couldn't get inside. "You have a nice day now." He said, slamming the door in Damon's face.
An: Sorry this isn't very long but it's midnight and I'm dealing with a double ear infection and in desperate need of Tylenol and sleep so this is it for tonight. This is only part one, I'm still debating on whether this will be two chapters or three but I promise I will finish it. (: Please review! Feedback is greatly appreciated.
-K
