Damon and Stiles part 2 She s awake!
After about an hour passed Stiles thought that he better go and wait with Amy, he knew that the time new vampires took to wake varied, and Stiles knew that she would be scared, terrified even.
She would need to be told what had happened, he groaned as the smell of her blood wafted through his nose, walking into the room where she laid, he almost collapsed on sight of her, the blood was thick around the body, her long brown hair crusted with her own blood.
She looked so frail her once rosy cheeks were now just as porcelain looking as the rest of her, she was the same colour as him and his brothers now.
He walked over to her slowly and carefully, his legs shaking beneath him as he struggled to stay up right, ignoring the congealing blood around her Stiles knelt down beside Amy, stroking the pad of his thumb across her soft cheeks.
Feeling the tears spring from his eyes again, "Oh God, what did I do" he sobbed, pulling her into his lap easily, he held her tightly as he rocked back and forth with Amy in his arms, kissing the top of her head as he tried to control his breathing.
Deciding that he really didn't want her waking up in a pool of her own blood, he stood with Amy in his arms her head rested on Stiles' shoulder, as he carried her bridal style to his room.
Where he laid her down gently on his bed, Stiles looked over at the large mirror on the wall of his bedroom, walking up to it he laid his hands against the wall, and looked at his reflection, his clothes stained with the blood of someone he loved so much, he literally felt his heart breaking.
He looked at his reflection, with the self-hatred for himself so clear to him, his fist collided with the mirror, shattering it into pieces landing at his booted feet, before he knew what he was doing, he let out blood-curdling scream of pure anger and frustration, but catching sight of Amy in his pure rage made his body almost deflate. His anger completely disappearing, as he dropped himself down onto the edge of the bed, he waited patiently hoping that she would forgive him.
Stiles decided that it might be best if he got changed, not wanting you to wake up and see him covered in blood, he stood from the bed on shaky legs, stripping off his plaid shirt, and his t-shirt shortly following making a pile on the ground.
He almost jumped out of his skin when he heard Amy gasp for air behind him, he spun around, kneeling down to her level and he looked in her fear filled eyes.
"Stiles, what, why, Klaus" Amy murdered confused and terrified, not really understanding her own words, her beautiful blue eyes scanning the space around her rapidly, she held her head tightly, as her head throbbed.
Stiles felt like an idiot he quickly vamped over to shut the curtains before he dropped back down beside her.
"Hey, Amz, calm down okay, I m here" he whispered carefully holding her face in hiss hands, his long fingers surrounding her soft cheeks.
"Stiles, somethings wrong, I feel wrong what hap-" she stopped mid sentence with wide eyes. "No god no, please Stiles, no!" she cried he held her to his chest as she cried, he knew she would figure it out fast, but not this fast.
"Tell me, tell me that I'm not in transition, anything else please!" she shouted pulling away from him.
"Amy please, listen, I'm so sorry, please, I need you to listen to me" Stiles cried desperately, trying to grip her hands in his, she kept pulling away from him, he noticed as her eyes darkened.
"You bastard! you left me!" Amy screamed, the anger rolling off of her, like fire rolling through a burning building, about to blow up any second.
"Amy, please! it s not like that" Stiles tried, the tears streaming down his face, he had never seen that look of such hate on her face before, and anything close had never been aimed at him, he stood up hoping to give her some space would help you calm down.
Unfortunately, it had the total opposite effect, "Damon told you to stay with me! you knew Klaus wanted me! What is it like then Stiles" she spat his name, rolling off of her tongue with such venom, Amy stood as well, standing so close to him he could feel her breath against his lips.
"I went to get you a birthday present okay! I was gone way longer than I thought, my car broke down, and my phone died, I ran home in the end. But Rebekah caught me, guess she wanted to keep me busy, and when I got home it was too late, Damon had me up by the throat saying you were dead" he tried to explain, the best he could, wiping the tears from his face as he went.
"Maybe you should just leave Stiles," Damon's voice said from the door, sounding way calmer than he expected from the doorway.
"I'm not going anywhere Damon" Stiles growled back defiantly at his brother, his eyes never leaving the girl in front of him.
"Stiles, if you don t move, then I'll fucking move you," Damon said in the same tone, normally Stiles would notice that Damon meant business with that voice, but right now he couldn't bring himself to care.
"Fuck off Damon, we're talking," Stiles said angrily, his voice taking a tone no one had heard in years, not since his dark days, as he turned to look at his brother.
"You wanna go, acting like the big man! This your fault brother" Damon seethed, stepping closer to his youngest brother.
"Stop fucking saying that!" Stiles almost screamed marching towards his fuming brother, their eyes changing as they locked with hatred, they started to throw punches at each other, growling like wild animals.
"Damon, stop please, I need to talk to you," Amy said quietly, but she knew he heard her, with one final punch, Damon threw Stiles from the room, jumping on top of him, and he continued to punch him in the face, Stiles' head lolled to the side.
"I said enough!" Amy screamed.
Stiles was coughing blood as he rolled over to his side,
Damon stopped, standing from Stiles limp body, grabbing Amy's wrist he dragged her from his brother's room, as she willingly followed him.
Damon stopped briefly turning to look at Stiles, "Do something useful and get everyone around here, if you can be bothered to get off your lazy ass" he said sternly, walking away with Amy in tow.