*knock, knock, knock*
Stefan opened the door. Outside stood Alaric, and looked very… confused and worried. "Oh, hey Stefan. I… uh…"
"You want to talk to Damon, right?" Stefan finished his sentence.
"Yeah... is he here?" Alaric tried to see past Stefan. He didn't see Damon in there.
"He is. But first, I'd like to talk to you. Damon and you, are you…?"
"What? Lovers? Off course not! We only did it once, you know, I was drunk and all that…" Alaric lied. Very much.
"Okay… So, you and Jenna are still dating?" Alaric stared at Stefan. He just remembered the woman, he hadn't even thought about her for weeks!
"Eh… I guess… You haven't told her?" Stefan simply shook his head. "Well, thanks. I know what I did was wrong, but I was drunk and out of my mind-" He could go on with his excuses forever, but got cut off by Stefan.
"Okay, I understand! Now, I got a serious question, and I need you to give me an honest answer!" Stefan looked totally… grave serious, almost angry. Alaric gulped.
"Eh, sure… hehe, bring it on! Hehe…" he tried to lighten up the atmosphere, but was only meet by Stefan's stone-face. So he stopped his fake laughing…
"Do you know what the hell had happened to Damon?" Stefan asked, looked kinda worried. This was exactly the reason why Alaric was looking for Damon. He hadn't heard from him in… like, forever! And he had tried calling, again and again and over and over again, but not even once had Damon picked up! Or called back! To be honest, Alaric really missed his… uh, friend wasn't the word, and lover was just not it… Ah, what the hell, he missed his Damon, alright?
"What do you mean Stefan?" Alaric asked, and Stefan sighed. Then he shrugged.
"I just don't know… He's just been really off lately, you know? I tried to talk with him, but he just blocks me away, and just sulks around in his room with a troubled wrinkle in his forehead! And when I kick in his door (Stefan manage to make this sound totally natural) he just runs away! And I've chased him, around the world it feels like, but he just doesn't let me get to him! And… And I just thought you might know… so, do you?" Alaric shook his head. "Sorry, I don't-" Alaric was once again cut off by Stefan.
"Why would he sleep with you anyway? You're like, really old!" Stefan, being frustrated, didn't think about what he was saying.
"Thanks!" Alaric snapped, offended.
"Oh, sorry Ric, really! I didn't mean it like that, I swear!"
"It's okay, you're right. I don't know why he slept with me, I guess you'll have to ask him, and I am kinda old… I think… Well, could I talk to Damon now? If you don't mind…" Alaric suddenly got a little nervous.
"Not at all, I'll go get him!" Stefan super-speeded up the stairs, and got back within seconds. "Sorry Ric, he ran away again…"
"Okay, I'll just… see him some other time then… See you too Stefan!" Alaric leaved the Salvatore-house and went to The Mystic Grill.
As soon he was inside, he stopped. He saw Damon. He saw Damon kissing a woman. And it hurt! So bad! He stared awhile before he turned around and went home. He sits in his couch with a glass of whiskey in his hand. He takes a little sip, and thinks about what he'd seen. He takes another sip, then burst into tears. He usually doesn't cry. Why would he cry over Damon? He places the glass on the floor and his face in his hands. He cries a lot, big, salty tears running down his cheek and into his palms. He picks up the whiskey and drinks a little. "WHY, DAMON, WHY!" he screams and throw the glass in the floor. There's broken glass all over the place. He keeps crying as he bends down to pick up the pieces, ending up cutting himself. He stumbles into the kitchen and takes out his First Aid kit, and bandages his hand. Then he goes to sleep. Well, at least he tries to sleep, but he just lies awake and cries to and from the whole night.
