Yo, I have written a story in dutch and I was thing why wouldn't I translate it? So i did and maybe it's crap or maybe you like it. Your choice, well enjoy!

Prologue

A boy walked in silence over a dirty road. He made his way trough the graveyard. With a sign he stroke his hand trough his black raven hair. He closed his eyes against the intense pain he felled inside him. The tears who he had been fighting against had won the battle and streamed down his face. It blend together with the salted rain. He smiled darkly. Slowly he came to a stop and turned to the grave next to him. He felled to his knees for the grave from his mother. His mother, the one person on this world, who loved him dearly. ''Mommy..'' he whispered. He could feel something break within him. Years of fighting, battling against good and evil came here at an end. It was time to trow the towel in the ring. He laughed ironic.

"I had promised him an eternity of misery... " He told it to no one in particular. "That's one promise I can't make come true." He stared down at his hands in troughs if he watch the sand fall from his fingertips bend with blood. His blood. "I screwed up mom." He made his hand to a fist. "I never trough I was going to say this but maybe father was right after all." He her-opened his fist. Sand with more blood showed them self. It was still his blood, his freaking blood. He tried not thinking about the blood and the dirt that was spread out on his clothes. Or the liters blood he lost on his way up here. He just wanted to take a nap and wake up the next day. He cursed in desperation. Hopeless he stroke again his hand trough his raven hair. Why hadn't he see this coming? Signed he lied down next to the grave of his mothers. The place his father always told him he would die. He smiled sadly. ''This is it mother.'' he whispered the words softly.

He felt how his muscles relaxed them self. It was just like the energy he had the last pair hours was disappearing. Seeking out his body. ''This is the end.'' His breathing became more labored, more less steadier.. like he was losing the will to survive. With all the strength he could find he opened his eyes when he heard footsteps come closer. Two legs came in sight. In a blur he could smell the deodorant of his little brother. He smiled meaningful. '''Sorry little bro.'' After he said that his eyes felled closed for the third time that day. He didn't feel how his little brother picked him up or how he slapped him in hope to get him waking up. Just like how he didn't hear the begging and the broken promises for him to get up.

Chapter 1

Flashback

A little boy, not older then six years old, runs enthusiast trough the hall. Even when he still was dressed in his pyjamas and his brown hair still not brushed, was he smiling like nothing could hurt him. His dark brownish eyes were shining in excitement. The door at the end of the hall was slammed closed. An old man putted down his baggage and turned to his son. ''Good morning Stefan.'' He smiled true full.

The boy jumped immediately in his fathers open arms. Salvatore embraced his arms around his youngest son and clapped against his back, in awkward. ''Come boy its time to eat.'' Without another word Stefan worm himself out of his fathers entrancement. He runs to the kitchen so quick as he could manages.

''Come Damon! Father is home!'' Laugh fills the kitchen when Stefan makes his return in the hallway. A second later an other boy follows him. He is wearing a simple sport outfit. His raven hair is soaked wet from the rain outside when he was out for his morning run. To think the boy was just ten years old. The raven hair fell for his eyes when he was eyeing the man doubtful. He was leaning against the kitchen door. The smile who was pasted on his face didn't reach his eyes. He lied his hand on Stefan shoulder as protection for the man they called his father. It needed much effort to calm his self down.

''Father.'' His voice was calm, but deep down he was anything but calm. How could his father be back? How long would he stay this time and better how much would he destroy this time in this short visit of him. He shook his head in frustration. It wasn't a secret that Salvatore had become a bitter man. There were people who said that the dead of his mother had destroyed everything in him that made him good. The only one who could now get him to open up and let see the good in him was Stefan. His pride.
The last present his wife had given him. Salvatore growled if he looked angry at his oldest son. Maybe if the bastard, the load of shit had listed to him that day. Maybe his wife would be still alive to this day. And again he felled the icy cold hands that embraced his hearth.

"I take the food is ready?'' he snapped at his oldest and passed his children the kitchen in. Stefan looked almost scared at Damon. His lower lip was trembling. Damon winked at his little brother and smiled kindly as if he wanted to say that everything would be okay. No words escaped there lips but still Stefan understood what is brother wanted to say and nodded. they didn't need anyone, they got each other.

End flashback

TBC.

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