Damon woke up hastily by a pillow being thrown at his head.
"Wake up, Damon," came a hard irritated voice. Damon groaned asking for five more minutes like a petulant child not willing to go to school so early. "No. Now," the voice commanded impatiently.
"Ow!" Damon yelled hitting the floor with a loud thud. "What the hell do you want, Blondie?" he asked annoyed by his lack of sleep.
"You slept in his room," Caroline whispered softly, but loud enough for anyone to hear.
It was true. He slept in Stefan's room, hoping it would give him some sort of peace of mind, which it didn't. He's been sleeping in here ever since that horrendous night. He kept thinking that Stefan would waltz into the room, and would demand to know why Damon was occupying his bed when he had his own, and commanded he get out because it's 'his bed.' But Stefan never came…because he couldn't. He was dead. Just the thought alone always made Damon want to hide from civilization for a while, and forget his problems.
Do, Damon settled for dozing off in Stefan's bed, and have recurring dreams that were more like memories than anything else.
After a moment, Damon finally spoke, "Yeah, I did. That much is obvious. Why are you here?" He picked himself off the floor, and went to the dresser to find one of Stefan's favorite shirts.
Caroline sighed and said, "Listen, I know this is not a good time for you, but we need to do something about Silas."
"Sure," Damon snapped, "let's do something about the immortal Silas before he gets to one of us first. Oh, wait. He did!"
Caroline's anger flared, "I know! Okay, I know! Where do you think I've been? Mourning my best friend's death!"
"Your best friend was my brother!" Damon yelled back.
Caroline calmed down know that this conversation was heading nowhere, and they had more important matters at hand. Like how to prevent Hell on earth would be a start.
She started more calmly, "Everyone's downstairs -"
"Define everyone," Damon cut her off still angry.
"Elena, Katherine, Bonnie, and the remaining Originals. Matt has work," she answered trying her absolute best to maintain her anger and what very little patience she had left. She continued, "Everyone's downstairs. We need to stop Silas before he gets to anyone else." She finished the last line before he could cut her off again.
"Whatever," Damon mumbled under his breath wishing for it to all magically go away. Caroline rolled her eyes frustrated, and made her way to exit the lost brother's bedroom.
She sighed heavily, and turned back around facing Damon once more. He just finished putting Stefan's shirt on himself.
"And for what it's worth," Caroline started, "I'm sorry about what happened to Stefan. He didn't deserve it." She finished saying her condolence softly, and made her way down the familiar staircase.
Damon continued to ignore her, but still listened. She was right.
Stefan didn't deserve what he got. None of them did. This world is something they didn't ask to be a part of. They were all thrown into it unwillingly, forced to figure it out for themselves. And now it just feels like a never ending battle for all of them. The cycle won't break…
And for what? To save Elena. Precious Elena. But look at where it still got them all. Elena still ended up dead (though, it was only a matter of time. The martyr that she is…was), they were all still feuding with the Originals.
Or at least some of them, on his part particularly. And worst of all, Katherine "Bitch" Pierce is still alive, and apparently involved with Mr. Elijah Mikaelson. The almighty morale one.
After a few moments of hesitation, he slowly made his way downstairs. Caroline was right, everyone was here. Except there was one noticeable person missing…Stefan.
He locked eyes immediately with Rebekah. She broke her gaze from him, and looked to the floor. Suddenly finding the carpet's intricate design very interesting.
"So, Silas?" Damon started, walking into the room, and going straight for the bourbon. "I say we take that cure, and shove it down his throat. Then kill him." He took a swig of his bourbon letting the burning amber liquid linger in the back of his throat. He continued, "Problem solved."
Damon finished his glass of bourbon, and went to pour himself another one.
"Damon," Rebekah said under her breath, making sure only he heard. "It's a little early for that."
Damon ignored her, and took another sip.
"Were you born stupid, or do you work at it?" Klaus asked Damon rhetorically.
"I'm to-the-point. Difference, hybrid," Damon bit back at him, knowing fully that he was walking a very thin line. And he was definitely not Caroline.
Katherine smirked. "Down, boys," she said mischievously. "There's no need for hostility."
Klaus glared, "Quiet, Katerina. You're lucky to even be alive right now."
"Elijah's fault," Rebekah interjected with the slightest pout. Her eldest brother wasn't particularly happy when she had asked him for the cure to become human again. He even had the nerve throw 'Always and forever' into her face. How foolish she was to believe her brother would respect her wished, and hand her humanity right over to her without a fight or explanation.
But she had to admit, Silas needs to go.
"Enough!" Elijah snapped with a slight raise to his voice. Whish was almost considered breaking news in the vamp society.
'Elijah Mikaelson Loses His Cool'
Damon chuckled at the thought.
"Damon, Rebekah has informed me of what happened to Stefan. I know what it feels like to lose a brother, my condolences," Elijah said sincerely.
Rebekah winced at the reference to Henrik, Finn, and Kol. Not to mention losing Niklaus in all possible ways. Klaus was looking to the floor remembering his brother ablaze screaming for his life in the Gilbert Household while he stood outside, helpless and uninvited, forced to watch.
Damon nodded his head once, not caring about who was sorry and who wasn't. They can stick their apologies and condolences up their asses.
"Whatever, consider it a lesson learned," Elena's careless reply came.
"And what lesson would that be?" Rebekah asked, about three seconds from ripping her throat out with her heart following soon after.
Elena shrugged. "No one's safe. We shouldn't let our emotions get in the way of our better judgment. Were vampires, doesn't make us invincible," she finished.
"How does that relate to Stefan? Pray tell," Damon said sarcastically.
Elena glared, but answered him anyway, "Stefan let his guard down, that was his first mistake."
"Whatever! We're not here to talk about Stefan, we're here to figure out what to do with Silas," Caroline said speaking up, and breaking the oncoming battle that was sure to come between the people that occupied the same living space.
"What about my plan?" Damon asked incredulously. This could all be over with is they actually listen to him half the time.
"Silas got inside my head, Damon. He made me believe I was dying. He can take on anyone's form. Hell, he could be anyone of us right now," Klaus sneered, losing his patience rapidly.
"Not to mention, he is a lot stronger and faster than all of us," Rebekah supplied weary of just mentioning his name.
Elijah nodded his head. "Rebekah and Klaus are right. We need a well thought out plan. One that can't fail," he said.
"We may only have on shot at this," Katherine agreed.
Damon groaned wanting to skip through the part where they make a plan, set it up, then have it fail miserable. Then have somebody die or become a vampire because that's usually how the story goes. And it's always the wrong person that ends up dead.
"What about you, Brainwashed Witchy?" Damon asked noticing Bonnie sitting on the couch staring intently at a page in her grandmother's grimoire.
"I…don't know," she admitted shamefully.
"Great," Damon said sarcastically, then continued a little more seriously, "So, what's the plan?"
The others exchanged glances silently asking each other if he was serious or not.
Rebekah spoke up, "Why do you think we're here, Damon?"
Damon shrugged condescendingly and said, "I don't know. To annoy me? Stare at my amazingly handsome face?"
"Maybe some other time," Klaus said, voice dripping with sarcasm. "But right now, we have more important matters at hand. Like how to stop Silas from raising the veil and unleashing Hell on earth." He sent a miniscule glare Caroline's way, which she gladly returned.
There was a part of Damon that wanted the veil to be dropped giving the other side access to their world. He would get to see Stefan again. And Alaric. He'd get his little brother and drinking partner back.
But then there's the other hand…
Every vampire, werewolf, hybrid, and witch that they have killed or pissed off.
Klaus' twelve hybrids, Finn, Kol, Mikael, Sage, and much more.
Yes, Damon wanted his only family and friend back. But was it worth it? No, and Damon knew that.
Besides, what's the point of having them back in the world if none of them would be able to enjoy it?
Bringing them back would be nothing short of selfish. And now was not the time to be selfish.
"This is getting us nowhere," Elena said in monotone.
"No shit, Sherlock," Katherine snapped back, fed u with her descendent already. Too bad the bitch was now going to live forever.
"You're right," Damon said staring emotionless at the fireplace. "This is pointless. So, why don't you all leave, and come back when you actually know what you're talking about?"
Caroline opened her mouth to say something, but Klaus beat her to it, not willing to take commands from what he deemed as an alcoholic vampire that was entirely beneath him and his family.
"You are in no position to make demands, mate."
"This is my house in case you've already forgotten," Damon's icy reply just wanting everybody out at that point. He turned to the rest of the occupants in his living room and said coldly, "Leave. Now."
Everyone shrugged, and moved towards the door to leave. Rebekah hesitated for what felt like the longest time, and in that time, Damon's eyes locked with her own. Damon felt the strongest urge to ask her stay, to talk to her more, and get his mind taken off of things since it seemed like she was the only one able to do that for him these days.
Damon could tell she didn't want to leave either, and thought he saw actual concern in her eyes. Actual concern that was aimed towards him. That's something he hadn't seen or felt for a long time.
Until now…
But it left just as quickly as it came, and was replaced with a careless demeanor.
Then, with great reluctance, she flashed out of the Boarding House running all the way home.
Damon had half the mind to go after her, and have her keep him company since he felt like no one ever spoke to him unless there was a life or death situation anymore. Which, truthfully, was, like, all the time. But that's the only thing he ever talked about to anyone anymore. Having lunch with Rebekah, and talking about family was refreshing. And also being able to listen to someone talk about the same things.
Talking about family with Rebekah didn't involve anything supernatural or out of the ordinary. It was normal…
Even Elena didn't speak to him anymore unless necessary. But, then again, that's what the switch does to you. He knew that all too well.
He decided against leaving the property for the time being because he just didn't want to see the daylight shining like everything in the world was perfect when it wasn't. He wasn't in the mood to go out, and have to pretend to be something he wasn't. Something he hasn't been in a long time; A human.
As bad as it sounds, it's true. And as far as Damon Salvatore was concerned, he had no one.