Stefan POV
The hunger was constantly growing.
It was like a itch you can't scratch no matter how much you try.
Except this was ten times worse.
I sighed from my spot on a couch in the middle of the parlor. I needed a distraction. Something to distract me from all this bloodlust. I ran my hands through my hair. Where is Damon? At least fighting with him will take my thoughts off of this aching hunger.
As soon as I finished that thought my phone went off. Grateful for the distraction, I answered the phone without checking who it was. I was hoping it was Damon but instead Jeremy's voice came through the small device.
"Hey Stefan, how's it going? Well, we're doing fine, but hey! You should come to the grill. Everyone's here. Even Damon!" There was a muffled thump from the other end and a hushed "ow!" And then Jeremy's nervous laugh comes through the speaker.
"So should we save some fries for you?" Jeremy asks hesitantly.
I figured it was a distraction at least. Even if the call sounded more than suspicious.
"Okay. I'll be there in a minute." I said literally. I shut the phone and prepared myself for the mental torture I was about to go through just to not kill anyone at the grill. I let out a long breath then ran full speed out the door and through town.
I stopped in the alley next to the grill to keep from raising suspicions. I walked around to the front and fiddled anxiously with my jacket sleeves.
I pushed the door open and held my breath. The last thing I need is smell everyone's here blood coursing mockingly through their veins. I took a glance around and immediately spotted the big group around the biggest table in the grill.
It was around 6:00 in the afternoon so the grill was pretty busy. I made my way through the maze of people and stood next to the group of teens.
There were two seats available. One next to Elena and one next to Jeremy. Since things were still in the awkward after breakup phase with Elena, I took my chances with sitting next to the youngest Gilbert.
I took a glance around the group and noticed the absent members.
"Where's Damon? I thought you said he was here. And where's Bonnie?" I asked the skittish teens.
"Umm about that..." Jeremy trailed off and dug out his phone to send a quick text.
A few moments later the door to the grill swung open and I saw a very flustered looking Bonnie make her way towards us.
But no Damon.
Bonnie was holding a very fussy, aggravated, child though. I watched intently as she took the only open seat next to Elena. The child got more frustrated and tried squirming out of the witch's grasp.
"Bonnie, why do you have a kid? where's Damon?" I asked perplexedly.
She grinned nervously.
"To answer both your questions, this is Damon. And that's why he's here." She explained quickly. I sat shocked.
"What did you do to my brother?" I asked in a deceivingly calm voice.
The little boy- Damon- turned at the sound of my voice to stare at my with enormous deep blue eyes.
Then he starts crying and holding his arms out to me. Bonnie tries to calm little Damon down and fails miserably.
I was getting a headache and decided to take my former older brother from the frantic witch. As soon as little Damon is in my arms he stops squirming and crying. The whole group look astounded.
"He hasn't stopped fussing since he lost all recollection of us." Jeremy says in an amused tone.
Little Damon the starts pulling my lower lip with his tiny hand and laughs in that adorable baby and toddler way that makes everyone else around them laugh too.
I smile at him and he laughs more.
"What happened to make him this way?" I asked in a controlled tone. hunger completely lost in my sea of thoughts
"I thought I had found a spell to immobilize klaus. But something went wrong and- that happened. One second I was ready the incantation, the next, Damon is throwing himself in front of Elena, Jeremy, and I." She said while avoiding my gaze.
"Okay. But why did you tell everyone else before me?" I asked, gaze unwavering.
"So we could have witnesses in case you decided to kill us. That's also why we had you come to a very public place." Jeremy said with an amused grin.
"Well, we better find someway to fix this. I'll take care of little Damon until you find a spell or something. Oh. And by the way, if I decided to kill you, public or not, there would be no witnesses." I said before standing and walking towards the exit with my new little brother in my arms.
Damon gave we a curious look.
"Where we going Stef?" He asked while looking at me intently.
I froze.
"How do you remember me but not the others?" I asked.
"You're my bwother." He said simply.
"Did you recognize the other people in there at all?" I asked the five year old.
He shook his head then yawned.
"I wanna go home." He said in a small voice.
"Yeah. Okay. Hang on." I said as I ran full speed home, being careful of the small human in my arms. I stopped every few yards to let the kid breathe
I stopped near the boarding house and looked down. To my surprise the trip home had put the toddler to sleep.
I shook my head and made my way inside. I walked into the parlor and placed little Damon's sleeping form in the middle of the couch and put a wall of pillows around him so he didn't fall off.
As soon as I knew he wasn't going to roll off and hurt himself, I went to the cooler in the basement and drank a blood bag.
I held the empty bag in my hands as I thought about what was going on. I understood that Damon was now little Damon but I didn't understand why he remembers me and no one else.
After a while I shook myself out of my thoughts and headed back to the parlor.
I saw little Damon hadn't moved a muscle and was breathing deeply.
I sat on the couch closest to the one that little Damon was one and watched him rest. That's when I silently decided that I would do anything to protect the fragile human five year old in front of me.