At the Salvatore Boarding House…
Alaric joined Stefan and Elena back at the boarding house to help lug Guiseppe inside. Stefan and Alaric lay Guiseppe's past out body on the couch temporarily to decide what to do next.
They all gaped at each other in silence and made no effort to talk about what just happened. Alaric sat in the armchair and thought deeply while rubbing the scruff of his five o'clock shadow of a beard. Stefan sat on the arm of the couch where his father laid. Elena was standing on the corner of the rug with arms crossed and lips pursed.
"What do we do with…him?" Alaric asked Stefan distractedly but Stefan knew he meant Guiseppe.
"I'm not sure, he saw Damon turn vampire mode so I don't think it's safe to leave him walking around town." Stefan answers Alaric with shrugged shoulders.
"Why don't we put him in the cellar. Besides knowing that Damon is a vampire, we have to find out how he got here?" Elena suggested.
Alaric and Stefan both nodded to agree. They both took Guiseppe and dumped him on a bunker bed in the cellar. Stefan was the last to close the door and lock Guiseppe inside.
Stefan remembered the last time he set eyes on his father. The look of repugnance that Stefan saw in Guiseppe's eyes was too much. The thought of seeing that again was unthinkable. Maybe he knew that he deserved it, after all he did rip his throat out unmercifully. His eyes sunk into a wave of guilt and shame. Then he left Guiseppe alone to return to an awaiting Elena upstairs.
As Stefan came back in the living room, the front door opens. Alaric, Elena, and Stefan all watched Damon as he came stumbling through the door. His face was pale but a string of red blood leaked down both side of his mouth. A pool of dark liquid glinted off of Damon's black shirt. His blue eyes glistened with pleasure from his hunt.
Through the haze of his kill and drunkenness he managed to disregard the awkward gawks coming from the three watching him. Alaric understood from Stefan's relaxed state that this behavior was normal for Damon. Elena looked horrified at the sight of his appearance. Her horror stricken face converted into pity but seemed hesitant to do anything.
Damon straightened up and his face gradually hardened. His drunken façade dissolved inhumanly. "What is this, a family intervention?"
"No Damon. Alaric and Elena were about to leave." This was Stefan's' attempt of telling Alaric and Elena that they need to leave before witnessing anything more.
Elena smiled hearteningly at Stefan after grabbing her handbag. She had to force herself to look at Damon to give him a reassuring gaze. She hadn't had the chance to fully get used to the way a vampire looked after being on a hunt. Stefan was different in the way he concealed his hunting. Damon's kill was for everyone to see because the evidence was all over him.
Alaric sighed heavily again as if he had forgotten how to breathe. "Well, I'll leave you two alone. I've got some business to discuss with you later but it can wait."
Elena was already gone when he grabbed his coat off the armchair. He couldn't help but remember the blood stains of his wife on Damon. These two memories will forever be linked as one.
Now that there was no one here to interrupt their family bonding, Stefan could not bring himself to talk to Damon. He wondered if it would do any good. He needed some answers and confirmation about what exactly happened to Damon as they grew up together.
"Damon…" was all that Stefan could say before Damon walked away. Stefan put a hand to his forehead as he heard Damon slam the door to his bedroom shut.
