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Summary: Set after 3x07. The ghosts from the other side have returned to Mystic Falls and desperate to find a means of killing Klaus to free Stefan from his compulsion, Damon is eager to follow deceased werewolf Mason into the Lockwood Cellar. However, when trouble inevitably finds him, Damon is left with no choice but to ask for help from the people he can only hope still care about him.
Hurt!Damon. Delena if you squint. Damon and Alaric friendship.
Warnings: Moderately graphic description of injury.
Chapter 12
Alaric held a hand tightly to the bleeding wound on his neck as he stumbled away from Damon, his free hand groping for the edge of the kitchen island for support, before he all but collapsed onto a bar stool. The teacher groaned, gently lifting his hand away from his injury long enough to catch a glimpse of his palm, skin thoroughly coated with an even layer of fresh blood.
The bite of a vampire was as painful as Ric had imagined it would be. From the moment Damon's fangs had pierced his skin, to when the vampire was torn away, the sensation was a hurt utterly beyond description.
"Shit." Alaric hissed as he shifted again, tearing his hand away for a moment to press a rag against the wound with his other.
His body felt heavier as he rose, his steps uncoordinated as he dragged toward the bathroom, where he knew Elena had left the first aid kit. Crashing against the vanity, the teacher studied his reflection. Blood bathed the front of his shirt, and an ever slowing, but nonetheless heavy, stream of blood seeped through the crevices of his fingers to further drench his clothes.
"This is not going to cut it."
The teacher scowled at the measly roll of gauze left on the granite. Hardly enough remained for him, never mind the vampire just beyond the bathroom's doorframe, collapsed once more for the pain of his injuries, both old and fresh.
I can't do this myself.
Alaric sighed, defeated. A frown had again found his tired face, ever deepening as he reached for his phone.
The dial tones were mocking, each a jeer at the teacher's inability to take care of himself, let alone a friend in need.
"Hello?"
"Elena," Alaric gritted his teeth, "If you really aren't busy, we could use your help over at the loft."
A/N: I hope you guys are enjoying this story. Please, please don't forget to leave a review and tell me what you think. Happy Holidays!
