"It's okay... It's going to be okay..."
He listened to his younger brother's heart rate slow down to almost a complete stop as his brother's girlfriend's sped up from what she had just done. A sigh fell from his lips when his brother's boots started to drag against the floor. 'Why is she trying to take him down stairs on his own?'
He heaved himself off of the couch and made his way up to his brother's room in no less than a second. He almost laughed when he heard her gasp of surprise by his sudden presence and picked up his brother, cradling him in his arms as he went down to the basement.
The musty smell of water and grime filled his nose, causing him to scrunch it up as he laid his brother down in the dirt covered floor of the cell. When he did so, a soft groan left Stefan's mouth and he couldn't help but kneel down next to him to whisper, "I'm sorry, fratello..." and brush his bronze hair away from his forehead.
Locking the cell, Damon gave his brother one last sad look before going up to the living room to see Elena sitting on the couch with a crestfallen face. He looked back at his old path towards the basement before looking back at Elena. He wasn't surprised that she would be like this, what with John's asshole ways, Stefan's recent kidnapping, the threat of the tomb vampires and — for who knows how long — the threat of Stefan himself.
He knew that just the two of them — and maybe Bonnie or Alaric — couldn't handle so many vampires almost twice Damon's age or more...
Could he call Evan?
If does, the first thing Evan would do after picking up will be to call him every name in the book for leaving in the middle of a territorial riot... that he might have been the cause of. He winced. Would he want to risk it? God knows Evan would — quite literally — take a chunk of him if he called them down here. And he knows Evan wouldn't want to leave New York without leaving behind some form of protection...
Damon heard another groan come from the basement. He sighed as he flopped down on the couch, ignored Elena's inquiring look and pulled his phone from his pocket. Dialing a number he hasn't called in a decade, he briefly hoped for an answer, wanting to here from his first — and only — best friend.
Finally, the phone was answered. "What?" the voice asked with a sigh.
"Aw, Evangeline, is that anyway to speak to your best friend?"