Disclaimer: Again ... not a thing.

By the way: I know that in the 1800's they probably wouldn't have a ice cream shop or park but I really wanted one in here, I thought that it would sound sweet =]

School Days and Horrible Bullies

"Oi, Salvatore. We got unfinished business with you," Steven McQueen shouted from across the school playground. Stefan's eyed widen and looked for the nearest exit, immediately noticing that it was too far away, he'd never make it. Instead, he'd have to sit there, like a "dumb struck loser", which was what they all thought he was.

"Come here, "Alan Sanders growled, grabbing him by his collar. They all laughed, evil clear in there eyes and all 10 year old Stefan could do was cry. He was scared, scared of these bullies who happened to be the same age as his brother, Damon who was 17. He saw the and curl up, he saw the fist shape form, he saw the drawing back, that was when he closed his eyes, expecting the blow to come, which never did.

"Put him down, now!" He heard a voice sneer. He noticed how much it sounded like his father, but he knew it wasn't, father wouldn't stick up for him like that, and he'd stand there and say "Take it like a man, boy." No, it had to be the voice of Damon.

"I said, put him down, now!" Damon growled, moving forward. Stefan peeked out through his closed eyes to watch the happenings. Damon grabbed Alan's wrist and twisted and twisted and twisted before kicking him in the knee, catching his little brother in a brotherly hug. He checked his face and body for any signs of physical damage.

"Are you ok, Stefan? Did he hurt you? Did he do anything to you?" Damon soothed, bending down to be level with Stefan before enveloping him in a huge hug. He rocked Stefan's small and tear sobbing body, wiping away the tears. He was angered by the way he had saw the boy's treating his little brother, he would not stand around and watch his baby brother be bullied by jealous, stupid, immature, boys.

"You had better stay away from my little brother, or I swear next time, I'll have your head hung on my bedroom wall," He whispered manically to the boys. Taking Stefan's hand gently, he tugged his little brother towards to school gates before saying gently, "Would you like to go get some ice cream and they go to the park for a bit, Stef?"

"Okay, then," Stefan whimpered, wiping away a new batch of tears before smiling up at Damon. "Thank you for coming to my rescue today, Damon. I love you, big brother."

"Your welcome, I'll come to your rescue everytime. And I love you too, baby brother," Damon smiled. Stefan started swinging their arms back and forth, a smile gracing his face.

The little bell rung out in the shop as they entered, calling out to the owner, letting them now they had customers.

"So Stef, which flavour do you want?" Damon asked, smiling down at Stefan, who smiled back. They were lucky to have each other.