Chapter 10

Bonnie walked in to see Damon and Elena sitting at the couch, both in deep concentration. "What's wrong?" asked Bonnie.

Damon turned towards her. "Well, I managed to defeat that half witch half vampire but I'm still a little kid!"

"We thought that killing her would make them normal again." Elena said.

Bonnie nodded in understanding. "I can look for a spell that could probably reverse it."

"Yeah, because the last time you did it, it worked wonders!" said Damon sarcastically.

Bonnie glared. "I'm just doing the best I can!"

"If that's the best you can do then we're screwed."

"Hey-"

"Alright! That's enough!" Elena shouted, walking in between them and putting her hands up. "I don't know how we're gonna get you guys back to your full grown selves, but you need to behave yourselves." She turned towards Damon. "That means you, Damon."

Damon just shook his head and got up. Before Elena could stop him he walked out of the living room. "Damon!" Elena yelled, but to no avail.

"He just needs some alone time, Elena. He'll come around soon."

Elena sighed as she leaned back in her chair. "I sure hope you're right Bonnie."

Damon sighed as he grabbed a glass from the cupboard and poured himself some blood from the blood bags sitting in the fridge. He took a sip and leaned back in the wooden chair, feeling power return to him. He abandoned his blood on the table and using his vampire speed, appeared infront of Stefan who was sitting in his playpen. He looked up at Damon and smiled excitedly at the sight of his big brother. Damon looked at his little brother and was suddenly hit by an overwhelming urge to protect him from harm. A brotherly instinct started to take over him and before he knew what he was doing, he reached down and ruffled Stefan's patch of brown hair and smiled genuinely at him. "You ok little brother?" Damon had no idea why he was doing this or why he felt the need to be nice to Stefan, but something inside was telling him to. Something inside was clawing at the chains of his locked up heart, trying to set it free. Damon tried his best to ignore the feeling but it still was there and it still kept bothering him like a cold that won't go away.

Stefan continued to stare at Damon, almost as if he knew that he was beginning to change. Damon looked at Stefan with sympathy and then fierce determination. "I will get us back to our normal selves, Stefan. I promise you that."

Damon began to wonder where that came from when Elena walked in with the biggest smile on her face. "Aw, you do care about Stefan! I knew it!"

Damon shot her an ice cold glare. "Were you watching me?"

Elena grinned. "I just couldn't help it. You two are so cute together and I know you care about your brother Damon."

Damon scoffed. "What makes you say that?"

Elena just smiled. "You don't need to hide your feelings Damon. It's ok to show emotion."

"No it's not!" yelled Damon fiercely. "A vampire isn't supposed to show emotion. A vampire is supposed to be cold and ruthless."

"But not all vampires feel that way Damon. It's their choice to feel emotion or not." Elena said softly, reaching out to touch Damon's shoulder but he angrily shrugged her hand away.

"Just leave me alone ok! You don't understand! I can never show emotion!" Damon ran off, but not before Elena caught a glimpse of a tear shining in his ocean blue eyes.

"Oh Damon, why won't you tell me what's wrong? I want to help you." A tear of her own slid down Elena's face, going down to her jaw line then dropping off to the floor like a raindrop falling from a leaf.

Damon slammed the door to his room and walked over to the window where the full moon shone brightly in the sky. The light spilled in through the window, reminding Damon of the pain he carried everyday. It wasn't even his fault yet he still got blamed for it. He got blamed for it everyday when his father was still alive. That day happened so long ago, but felt like yesterday.

Flashback

Damon watched in horror as his mom, once so beautiful and divine was now in agonizing pain. Her face was red and tears rained down like bullets. They had been out in the woods and were going back to the house when she went into labor. Damon had no clue how to help her; he had never done this before. The full moon hung above them, shining down its ray of light on the land. The whole forest was sleeping. They were the only things that were awake.

"Damon," Damon looked down towards his mother withering in pain. "I need you to deliver the baby."

"Wh-what? No, Mother I can't." Damon said, shocked.

His mother's blue eyes caught his. "I can't make it back. You have to do it. Please son."

Damon slowly nodded, giving in to his mother's wishes. He got down and slowly moved his mother's legs apart and removed her garments. His mother's face contracted in pain as she let out a scream. Damon grabbed his mother's hand. "You can do it Mother."

After a couple of minutes of relentless screaming, a new cry entered the woods. Damon held his new baby brother in his arms, unsure of what to do with it. He looked at his mother to see her tear streaked face but a smile beaming through it. "Stefan." she whispered.

"What?"

She smiled. "We'll call him Stefan."

Damon looked down at the still crying child in his arms, trying to make sense of what all just happened. Suddenly, a low animal growl rippled through the forest. Damon quickly handed Stefan back to his weak mother. "Something's coming."

She nodded. "Yes, it is. A wolf maybe?"

Damon gritted his teeth as the sound got closer. "We have to get out of here!"

Damon saw his mom shake her head. "No, that won't be any good. He'll just follow the sound of Stefan's cries."

Damon watched as his mother tried to hush Stefan but it did no good. Stefan's cries just got louder.

That's when he saw it. A big gray wolf standing behind the trees, slowly coming closer to Damon and his mother. It was the biggest wolf Damon had ever seen. Razor sharp claws dig into the mushy soil and teeth sharp as knifes were barred at Damon. Dark, swimming orbs stared hungrily at Damon, a long tongue lapped at the shining knifes. "Damon, you and Stefan get out of here!"

Damon looked at his mother in shock. No, he wouldn't leave her. "No Mother, I refuse to leave you!"

Damon took a small step back when he saw his mother's face; full of rage but at the same time full of sadness. "Damon Salvatore, you listen to me and get your brother out of here now!"

"But Mother-" Damon didn't have time to react as he wolf came charging at them. He moved out of the way just in time with his brother safely in his arms. All he could do was watch as the wolf snapped his mother's bones in half like they were twigs. Her screams will be forever embedded in Damon's memory. "I'm sorry Mother." silent tears fell from Damon's eyes as he ran back to town.

His father was waiting for him when he got there. When he saw the child in his son's arms he became alarmed. "Where is your mother?" he demanded, looking suspiciously at Damon.

Damon held back the avalanche of tears that was coming and quickly told his father everything that happened. "She's dead." cried Damon, trying to keep his emotions under control.

A hand flew at his face before he had time to react. Damon stared at his dad in shock and anger. "How dare you." His father's face was a tidal wave that was about to cause mass destruction. "You're the reason that she died. If you had been stronger and carried her to the village yourself then this wouldn't have happened. You're a disgrace to this family." He took the child from his son's arms, "because of you, Stefan won't have a mother."

Damon watched as his father walk away with his brother, anger burning in his eyes. No, it wasn't his fault or the wolf's, it was Stefan's fault for crying and making the wolf find them, it was Stefan's fault that he was now motherless, and it was Stefan's fault that he now had a burning hatred for him.

He hated Stefan, and he would hate him for years to come.

End of flashback

Damon shut the blinds to the window and crawled into bed, trying to escape from the memory. But even in his dreams the memory haunted him. He still had a burning hatred for Stefan, but now that hate was beginning to fade away and turn into something new. But even so, he still couldn't help but blame him for their mother dying.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed it. I decided to include that story to make a back-story on why Damon hates Stefan.