SHOUT OUTS/ANSWERS
Dannyblue: Thank you. Yes, that's true. Darn the old family loyalty, huh? Here you go.
BurningRosea: Thank you. Yeah, I thought at least one person besides me would like that line.
Readerwriterthinker: Thanks. Well, read on.
Long Live BRUCAS: Hey, I didn't know you were a fan of this series, good to see you. Yeah, I'm basing him off of what I've seen in the eps so far. Well, you'll just have to read on and see.
DISCLAIMER
The Vampire Diaries belongs to L.J. Smith and the CW. I only own the plot. I don't know how close a vampire has to be to hear other people or vampires, so I'm taking liberties. Plus, I figured since Damon and Stefan are actual brothers, their bond would most likely be stronger than if they were just vampire brothers…if that makes any sense. Reference to the episode "Lost Girls ".
Montague waited until the door to his hotel room opened. Then, he pounced on Stefan, telekinetically closing and locking the door.
"You didn't feed from her," he accused, throwing him to the floor.
"I was intercepted," came the quick response.
"Not that you minded, right?" Montague accused again. Before Stefan could react, the older vampire once again slammed a boot on his chest, resulting in a cry of pain. Montague chuckled. Then, he hauled the other vampire to his feet. Stefan tensed. If he had had breath, it would be labored. Montague flashed a grin. Then, he raked his claws down Stefan's chest. He screamed. Outside, Damon's sensitive ears heard the pain-filled cries of his younger brother. Stefan, he thought, and increased his speed in the direction he had heard the sound. Montague just smiled as Stefan's screams filled the room. He wasn't worried about being caught. He could just always glamour whoever came into believing whatever he wanted them to believe. With a wave of his hand he threw Stefan onto the bed.
"No. No!" he cried, trying to get up. However, the older vampire's powers kept him at bay. With a smirk, he leaned down towards his victim until his lips were almost touching his ear.
"Bleed," he commanded. Instantly, blood flowed from the vampire's body. Stefan whimpered. Somebody help! his mind screamed. He couldn't take much more of this.
"No one is going to help you, Stefan. You're a pariah, even among us," the older vampire told him. No. Don't listen to him, Stefan coached himself. As Damon raced through the streets, he caught the scent of blood: Stefan's blood. Recognizing the smell from when his brother had gotten shot, he let himself go fully. Hearing another scream, Damon targeted a hotel and knocked down the door of the room from which the scream had emitted. Montague turned and gave a casual grin.
"Ah. Someone's being eating their vegetables," he smirked. Damon snarled and lunged at him. Stefan groaned and sat up. Wha---he thought. His eyes widened when he saw Damon fighting Montague. No! He'll kill him! he thought frantically. Mustering his strength, Stefan lunged at Montague, knocking him to the ground. The older vampire gave a booming laugh as he grabbed him by the throat.
"Really Stefan, you'd think that after fifty years you'd learn," he scolded. Stefan wriggled in his grasp. Damon flew at Montague, knocking him back. Then, he quickly grabbed his brother and flew out into the night. When they finally reached a deserted rooftop, they stopped and Damon turned to Stefan.
"Are you all right? Man, what'd he do to you?" he asked in concern, noting the injuries.
"Nothing he hasn't done before," Stefan wheezed.
"What?" Damon asked. Stefan knew the guy? How?
"I don't see why you care anyway," Stefan told him.
"Stefan---" Damon started to say in surprise.
"No!" Stefan interrupted, shoving him. "I begged you for your help fifty years ago and you turned me away! So don't all of a sudden start pretending that you care!" he yelled. Then, he flew away. Damon stared, his mouth open in slight surprise.
"What just happened here?" he finally asked.