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Chapter 1: Stefan's Brother

Third Person POV

Damon Salvatore walked into his house, sighing. He was tired of dropping off Jeremy at school every day... It was just exhausting to continuously get up every morning, especially since he was really lazy, and loved his bed in the morning hours.

As soon as he closes the door, he takes his shirt off, revealing one of the most beautiful bodies that mankind has ever seen. His body was flawless, as if it were carved into the most magnificent shape. His abs were defined and the happy trail at the bottom of his stomach made them look even more attractive, if that was possible. His chest was very plump and toned. Of course, his nipples added more sights to the attraction. He had a muscular back that was just dying to be clawed at.

Everything about Damon was sexy. He had piercing blue eyes and the most devilishly handsome smile you could find in Mystic Falls, perhaps even in the state. Or country. His black shiny hair added to the sexiness. It was long enough for someone to be able to get a fistful of it. Of course, it was everyone's dream to grab a fistful of Damon's hair.

He wasn't that easy, though. When he was in the right, sober mindset, he wouldn't give his time of day to lustful thoughts. He wouldn't just accept anyone's request to screw him, in the correct mindset, of course. The old Damon used to do that, when his mind used to be so used to isolation, which caused him to keep to himself. This eventually cost him his life... But thanks to his brother, Stefan Salvatore, he didn't let Damon's corrupt mind ruin his life.

Flashback to the year 1958:

Stefan's POV

I couldn't find Damon anywhere. I couldn't stop walking and trying to look for him. I know he had lost someone he loved, but I didn't know how to help him cope. Or who this mysterious person was. Damon wouldn't answer my shouts, which I knew he would hear anywhere in the country, since his hearing was better than mine. He wouldn't open the door when I knocked, and yesterday he just walked away when I started talking to him. I felt like I lost my brother. And now, I've literally lost him. "Excuse me," I ask a bartender in this bar club I have apparently walked into, "have you seen a tall white man, blue eyes, black hair, likes to wear leather, goes by-" I was cut off by the bartender's pointing behind me.

I turn around and I see Damon, shirtless, with 2 girls in his lap, looking drunk as ever, laughing, and making out with both of them at a time. He would take their hands and place it all over his body and make them kiss each other, as he watches and gets a boner through his tight pants. I look down at the ground to try to distract myself and not see what my brother has become. I sigh and try to remain serious as I walk over to him while nude girls try to attract my attention.

"Hello, little brother," I heard Damon say. I look at him, and he gives me a wide grin.

"Hey, Damon, what are you doing?" I respond.

"Well, isn't it obvious?" He pauses, "I'm just having some fun."

I take a look at the table he was sitting in front of and there were about 20 shot glasses.

"Come on, Stefan, take off your shirt and show these ladies what you got under it, you know, your little assets," Damon teases me as he tries to pull up my shirt.

I push him away and pull my shirt back down and the girl next to him laughs and whispers into his ear.

"Hey, Stefan," he says as he stands up, "this cute little bitch wants us to put on a little show... You know, make out and play with each other, and in return, she'll give us both blowjobs. You in?" The girl bites her lip as I look at her. I look back at Damon.

"Damon. You're drunk."

"What? Nooooo," he begins to walk funny but I catch him in my arms.

"Damon, we're going home," I demand. He doesn't seem to listen.

"Well well well," he laughs, "looks like The Ripper can't handle a fun time. Boo hoo!" I drag his left arm above my shoulders with my left hand and place my right hand behind his back and leave the bar. As we walk on, or actually, as I walk on, dragging him, he kept laughing and talking about random crap. I just ignored him. Eventually, we got home, and he was passed out in my arms. I shake my head and throw him on his bed and try to tuck him in. I felt bad for him.

The next morning, I had signed him up for a therapy session, which I'd hoped was going to bring him back to his free and relaxed mind. I just didn't want him to feel so separated and lonely anymore.

Fast forward to present day:

Third Person POV

Stefan was there for his brother, and tried to help all he could. His therapy sessions worked well and he got back his humanity years later. Damon knew he shut off his humanity back in '58, but Stefan never knew that that was the reason why he was acting up all those years. Damon's just a little foggy on how he got it back. Maybe it was, in fact, those therapy sessions.

But now that Stefan was with Elena, Damon still felt the responsibilities to take care of her little brother, Jeremy. And as he had just gotten home and he was home alone, he looks at the clock, grabs a bottle of whiskey and heads up to his room.

He places the bottle of whiskey on his nightstand and takes off his jeans and throws them on the floor. His almost naked body jumps into his unmade bed, and immediately finds comfort. Even his boxer briefs appeared as sexy. He had the sexiest legs, for a man, at least. He pours himself a drink and watches his window as he takes a sip. His phone rings, and he looks into it. His mood somehow changed.

Damon's POV

I got home from driving Jeremy to school and I just wanted to rest. What the fuck happened to school buses in Mystic Falls again? I take off my shirt because I was finally in the comfort of my home, although I could've just drove Jeremy shirtless, making everyone, including him, crazy. I wasn't sure if it was the good or bad kind of crazy... But it was... Crazy.

I look up at the clock and see that it's still 8:30 am. I sigh and complain to myself a hundred times in my head, while muttering a few words here and there. I get my whiskey bottle and go upstairs to my room. I take off my jeans, because I'm most comfortable when my balls can roam freely. I pour whiskey into my glass, and I start to drink while looking out the window. My phone rings. I reach to my right and grab my phone, to see I got a new text message from an unknown number. Suddenly I got butterflies, and knew exactly what this was saying, and who it was from:
"I'm coming for you, Augustine.
- E"

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