The Vampire Diaries
Blood Brother
The image fades, the world spirals again, my breath staggers feeling searing pain from the open wound, the poison running deep within my own blood. A wound inflicted by my brother and the stark realisation dawning that Stefan is by all accounts in a watery tomb and has been for some months.
His doppelganger or Silas more to the point informing me of that much, while inflicting the wound as raw emotion takes hold that he is indeed gone. A fact I can't and won't accept with the darkness enveloping me the coldness of the marble floor beneath only escalating the poison as I dig deeper still for breath.
Aware the irony that this gothic crypt right in the place which has been, my one true home is to be my last resting place and the monster currently wearing my brothers features.
Now has currently nothing standing in his way to finish his master plan. As I draw a ragged uneven breath trying to maintain focus knowing that though I have pushed her away once more. Elena is my only constant Stefan the flip of that same coin.
As I turn my hand clenching into a fist unwilling to die as I look to the air loom the ring on my finger. My features finding a half smile as I gently slip the ring off, the sound echoing slightly as it lands in the blood.
My own blood as I fall back heavily as I breath trying to calm the emotions I usually more often than not hide. The poison finding a new crevice as I falter thinking first of Elena and that this is deservedly.
Her getting her own back on me even if she is no way aware of it yet the thought hanging there. As I grapple with the current scenario the predicament facing me and whether I like it or not, its entirely my own making.
Silas unfortunately know that too and using it to his advantage. As I let out an unhinged grown the unusual unpredictable behaviour being something I had put down to my growing relationship with Elena. As my mind casts back to when I know now to be my younger brothers last words to me:
'That he was not, not happy for me either.'
The words haunting me now in an entirely different way and that I had let him down. Not watching his back the one time he truly needed me as I fight the tear feeling loss like no other.
Feeling death at last beginning to take a grip along with it as I relent knowing the only individuals who can bring Silas down completely, are Elena, Stefan and myself along with some mighty witch craft and one dead witch.
As my thoughts cling to what Silas had at least given me before driving the stake in. That as the last surviving Salvatore and the oldest brother Mystic Falls held one long lost Salvatore secret one that had been hidden from us both.
One that Silas wanted me to die not knowing his satisfaction pretty clear and that with my death. He would close the darkened circle allowing him to join his family as I bite my lower lip.
Trying to fight of the inevitable the pain growing as I begin to slip into that other world. Knowing there is no one to safe me this time round, my younger brother already gone, Elena unaware of where I am and that though I have said it often enough.
That I deserved to die, it was not when those that I hate so much actually needed the help I can on occasion give. As my rasping breath brings me temporarily back to where I lie.
My blue eyes opening for one last glance my hand falling on the ring and what my heart is telling me. That I am about to die and only one of Elena's best friends, a witch who is already dead and don't like me anyways is about the only one who can save me.
As I swallow letting me eyes close as my thoughts turn to the two people who I care most about Elena and Stefan as I feel the fading of my own long life as my right hand grasps the ring tighter…
TO BE CONTINUED