Life Threatening
Chapter 1:

Night was slowly falling over the small town called Mystic Falls. It was a clear night with the big moon shining down on the world. The moon was shining with a brightness that it could only have after a night of a full moon. The light fell unhindered down on the lonely graveyard of the town.

Just a few hours ago, there had been a small crowd of people, grieving the loss of a young woman. Two young people, a boy and a girl, had been crying, taking in the hole that the death of her aunt left in their lives. A man was with them, trying to steady the emotional broken teenagers. But he himself had been one of the closest person to the woman just buried. He struggled to hold back the tears and to remain strong for the two kids. But the burden of the loss of his girlfriend made him lose his restraint.

Behind the three grieving persons was a small crowd of friends, not many but enough to see that Jenna Sommers had been loved.

The sad afternoon was long gone and night had come. And with the silent night came a lonely figure, clad entirely in black so that he was able to merge into the shadows. The man strode over to fresh grave and took the place that was just a few hours ago occupied by the man that lost his beloved. Little did any observer know that the grieving man from previously and the lone young man in front of the grave were best friends.

The moonlight lit up the handsome features of the man when he looked up at the moon and then back at the headstone. He sighed lowly and then began to talk softly to the dead woman inside of the tomb.

"You probably wouldn't want me here but I'm here to apologize. So … I'm sorry, Jenna. I really am. I never meant this to happen. I was ready to die, you weren't. I thought that I would be the spare vampire. And I was and still am useless. Just as always."

His head was still lowered and he didn't dare to look up so he just stared at his feet and sighed. He shook his head while burying his hands in the pockets of his pants.

"You know, I really liked you. You had fire. It was a lot of fun to be around you."

He chuckled when he obviously drifted off with his memories into happier days with the dead woman. A light smile made his handsome features even more beautiful. But the grin seemed tight, not one of those who would light up the whole face. It didn't reach his ice blue eyes. And it was turned off in an instant.

"And you were good for Alaric. He really loved you, you know. Without you he won't be the old Alaric. He means a lot to me. I wish I could be there for him. He is going to need someone, and I'm not able to give what he needs to him. You would be, but you can't because I screwed it up. Just as always!"

He sighed once again and then his eyes trailed over the grave and stopped at the name of Jenna Sommers.

"So I guess that's goodbye, Jenna. I'm sorry."

He looked down on the fresh earth one last time and then turned to walk away from another death in his long life. But when he turned he ran into another person. When he looked up he saw the face of his younger brother. He groaned; this was just what he needed right now.

"What do you want, Stefan?"

Stefan folded his arms in front of his chest and looked challenging at his brother. His green eyes were blazing with anger.

"I could ask you the same. What are you doing here, Damon?"

Damon actually laughed at that, but then he shook his head and rounded his brother.

"Don't play innocent. I know you heard everything that I said."

The younger brother followed him when he made his way out of the graveyard. He was obviously eager to talk and make his brother's evening a living hell.

"What did you mean with useless? Why did you say you couldn't be there for Alaric?"

But when Damon didn't react to his words and just continued on his march Stefan grew angry. What the young man didn't saw was how Damon's face turned pale at the mentioning of those two fateful sentences.

"He is your best friend! You can't walk away from him when he needs you!"

The mentioning of Alaric, Stefan's history teacher and Damon's best friend, got a reaction from Damon. He half-turned and snarled at his younger brother.

"Leave it alone, Stefan. Just leave me alone."

He picked up his walking pace and hurried to reach the graveyards entrance. But Stefan wasn't that easy to get rid of. He kept up with Damon and tried to stop him from leaving. Why could his little brother not just piss off? He was so tired, the strain of the day was exhausting him to a point he never reached before.

"Damon, you …"

Stefan grabbed his brother's arm, trying to stop him from walking away. His fingers closed around the crook of his brother's elbow and the reaction to this touch was surprising and shocking for him. Damon cringed and hissed in pain and tried to break the grip on his arm. Stefan was taken aback by his older brother's action and immediately let go to stop his pain.

The young man took a deep breath and looked up at his brother. Stefan's gaze met Damon's and confusion was written all over his face. But when Damon quickly stood to get out of his brother's reach, Stefan was too fast for him and grabbed his brother's wrists. Damon struggled to get away from him but he was not strong enough and Stefan could hold him easily in place. The younger boy grasped the left sleeve of the leather jacket and yanked it over Damon's elbow.

The bright light of the moon made it easy for Stefan to see the dark red imprint of a bite on the pale skin. It was a small injury but it had begun to spread and was infected. Stefan's eyes were glued to his brother's painful injury. His hand gripped Damon's wrist even tighter and it seem as if he was afraid that when he'd let go he would lose his brother.

Stefan's dark green eyes slowly wandered from Damon's arm up to his face where it was met by two tired, almost scared intense blue eyes. He shook his head slowly, denying what he was seeing.

"No! That's not true. That can't be true! Damon…"

Damon opened his mouth to reply but he turned pale and his eyes widened before they rolled up into his head and he lost consciousness. His body slumped down to the earth but before it hit the ground it was gathered up in strong arms. Stefan picked his brother up bridal style and looked down at Damon's pale face while searching for any sign of awareness. When he saw that his older brother had passed out, he turned to carry him back home, fully aware of the new threat to his brother's life.


A/N:

So I was thinking about how Damon is going to tell Stefan that he was bitten ... And this is the result!

When I started writing this I thought Jenna is going to die on Thursday but now I'm not so sure anymore. I think it's John...

It's probably a one-shot or the prequel to a story I'm thinking about writing.

Tell me what you think! I love reviews...

And maybe I think of continuing with a story in my view on the next two episodes...

LaLaina