DAMON & STEFAN OS PART 2
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Damon smiled while he leaned again his head against the bed leg, still sit on the floor.
"You always needed to be the first! He weakly commented before adding, while Stefan, in front of him, frowned. The first to meet Katherine, first to love her, the first she loves (and the only one of us!) The first to turn, the first to come back to Mystic Falls, the first to get Elena, the first to… do the impossible to save the other (his voice broke), including sailing yourself to Klaus… The first to enjoy other's happiness, even if that would mean that you didn't have the girl, the first to have a doppelganger (he smiled, and Stefan too, but Damon lose his smile just after), the first to be drawn for months while somebody was passing for you just under my eyes… the first to have the brain burnt, the first to (he didn't finish his sentence, he didn't succeed to finish it, but him, so as Stefan, knew what he was talking about: die, the first to die.) Why did you need to first in… that? Why did you need to be the first to try the death? Why did you do that when you risk to finish in pain?!"
He stopped, now feeling anger against Stefan, angry that he was dead. Why did he get killed? Why did he die when the Other Side was falling apart?! He sighed heavily and nothing happened. Was Stefan gone? He made a light grimace, of pain, with the idea that his brother wouldn't be here anymore. The Other Side would already have taken him away? This idea made him shiver with fear, and a tear fell along his cheek while he looked all around him, imagining his brother suffering. He wanted to call Bonnie when he felt his phone vibrate again, made him sigh of relief?
"Say the one who was born first! You're the first who loved Katherine, because she didn't compel you, she did with me. And you met Elena first! And I remind you that you are the first who got bitten by a werewolf (take that!) And you are the one who bring me back from Klaus (who tried at least!) who wanted to help me control! You're my brother Damon, nothing will change that, not even the death, or an Other Side falling apart. (A tear fell along Damon's cheek who didn't even notice.) You've always been there for me, so I have for you. You took in charge Bonnie's mom's murder while I was the one who should take this in charge. (The coin chose me, remember?!) You gave your blood to Elena before the sacrifice even if I didn't want that, 'cause you preferred her in vampire than dead. And even if I hated you for that, I thought about it myself! You're the first to get kidnapped by the Augustin society, to get torture for years while I didn't even care about it! You're the one that delivered Caroline and Tyler from Klaus's sacrifice. You're someone good and even if I concede that Elena makes you better, you were good from the beginning! You've always been someone good and you always will be, it's just the circumstances which make you hide this good. (Damon smiled, happy that Stefan believed in him while he didn't even believe in himself.) But you're good, and you're my brother and even if you will have to live without me (another tear fell seeing "without me". He couldn't live without him!), you will stay good, for you, in my memory. You will become Saint Damon, so I could laugh at you for all my eternity (He almost did a hurt appearance while Stefan smiled looking at him.) You will be good and you will be happy so that I could entertain myself. Because I don't to have to look after you and to get bored too! And don't forget one thing, maybe one of the only one thing you could remember from me: I love you, and I will always be your little brother, and I am proud of you."
Damon leaned his head against the wood of the bed, putting his hands on the cold ground, and closed his eyes. He felt tears fell along his cheeks, but he didn't care. Thanks to be gone Bonnie. He let his distress out, keeping his eyes closed, being maybe a little too proud to tell Stefan what was haunting him after this message: I can't let you go brother, 'cause I'm too selfish to be happy without you being here. Angry was also there. Why was he dead? Why did it need to be him? It would be so much better in the other way, if the roles were reversed! Imagine: The bad brother went away, he died, and the good brother wouldn't have to ever feel tormented by him again. That sounded much better, so much better that the good brother went away, accomplishing a new heroic act when the bad brother was taking care of all "the girl drama" thing and this one will live with her, remembering this heroic brother. He tightened his fists, feeling guilty to be the one who was living, who was surviving all of this. His phone vibrated again.
"I'm sorry. But I remind you that of us two, you're the first to get shot under my eyes ! You were the first one of us who was dead as human, I was the first as vampire: we're even brother!"
"That's not funny!" Damon simply exclaimed, already thinking about the Stefan's teasing smile, and happy too, to be able to throw him that remark. Stefan smiled in front of the fact that his brother knew him well because he was smiling. Damon's phone vibrated while he squinted, reading the text, offended.
"Oh and I was going to forget! You're the first who started to kill each other's best friend! But, without wanting it, I did the same!"
"You didn't have to Steffy, really not!" Damon grimaced remembering that he deliberately killed Lexi, grimacing even more thinking about Stefan when he killed her, while his phone vibrate again.
"At least MY best friend is nicer than yours! Imagine if she would absolutely want to come back? She would bring you misery, and I think I would let her doing it!"
"I would prefer this situation rather than that today, he mumbled, losing his mile while Stefan losing it too, grimacing when he saw that Damon was ruining everything. But this one spoke again. I'm sorry Stefan, but I can't! Move on while my little brother's dead?! Where did you see that? I'M the big brother, I WAS supposed to protect you and yet, it's everything YOU did for all this time! I was supposed to… (his voice became dark while his eyes stared an invisible point and Stefan looked down, touched by what he was saying while he spoke again.) die before you, die FOR you! So why did the roles get exchanged? Why I'm the one now who need to comfort the others, to be the one who's feeling guilty for losing the other, who can't do anything without my little brother behind me anymore? How did it happen Stefan, huh? Because I didn't see it coming! And I assure as hell don't want to move on! … You're my brother! (his voice started to trembling) and you're dead, damn it! I'm the big brother, I was supposed to protect you, I was supposed to protect you! All that shit, I was supposed to protect you from it… I'm sorry…"
Stefan, forgetting for a while that he was dead, put his hand and Damon's shoulder, banging several times on it. Damon jumped. He raised the head that he had fallen, desperate.
"I felt that…"
But he didn't have any answer. Was Stefan gone? He was sure of it, but a major part of him, was telling him no, he was still there. So he stayed sited against the bed, his face in his hands, his elbows against his knees which he folded against him. It was rare that Damon cries, really cries, or has one moment of despair and big pain, like normal people. Right now, it was one of this moment. It was the first time. He never felt that before. This immense pain which was taking his breath away. This gaping space which blocked him it. These tears which was dropping without stopping. Stefan was dead. His, stupid and fragile, little brother just gave up on him for the rest of the eternity. That surely explained this state. For the first time since, a long time, maybe since the beginning of his vampire life, Damon cried. He didn't just let treacherously fall the tears along his cheek. No, he cried. A sob, with tears, screams, a noise. He cried, for real, and with all his heart, so much that it surprised him. He didn't know he was capable of crying, of feeling such powerful human feelings. He had forgotten how we were doing this, but he also had forgotten the principle of sorrows: we do not control it.
He stayed a long time like this, so that he forgot that Bonnie was in the bathroom during this time. This one was spinning in circles, thoughtful. Was there really a way to bring back Stefan, Enzo, and her? As the minutes passed after this question, she understood that she knew the answer since the beginning: there was no way to bring them back, because it was impossible, physically, naturally… She finally stopped in her walk, leaning against the door of the bathroom, sighing, closing her eyes in front of this dark observation. She will die, after successfully return to life without always being the little witch we needed, she will die a second time. So as Jeremy before her. But Jeremy came back after those two times, maybe she would come back too! She tried to be positive but shed a tear in slumping a little more: Jeremy came back because SHE was there, determinate to bring him back. Once dead, no one will fight for her like she fought for him, and for Elena… She wouldn't come back, Enzo wouldn't come back.
The only person who can return will be Stefan because Stefan saves everyone and even her, she wanted to be able to bring him back. She did a new sigh and then heard a sob, a real sob, with despair and tightened more than ever. Damon… Damon? She had never seen Damon cry, how could she react without set facing him? She hesitated a second and then went out when she heard a new sob coming from vampire's throat. He was more miserable than he ever was. He looked up, with red eyes, on her when he heard the door slammed, and he didn't set face, contrary to what Bonnie thought, preparing to act as if nothing happened.
"He's gone Bonnie, definitely…"
He said it like he just learned it, like she didn't know it. Then he keep looking at her, pain in his eyes before looking down again, letting a new wave of tears fall. The ex-little witch realized her act just once it was done: she came to him, stooping to his height to take him in her arms. His head hit again the young girl's shoulder but he didn't react to that, letting even go himself in her arms, almost intensifying his sob. He should feel ashamed, he should pushing her away, it wasn't normal to react like that, mainly in front of her! But he lost his brother, nothing was normal anymore. She tightened him against her, understanding only now what she was doing. But yet she didn't loosen her grip, even tightened it a little more, leaning her head against Damon's. He just lost the only family he had, he just lost Stefan, his little brother. And there was no way to bring him back. It shouldn't have happen. So she will comfort him, the best she could, the best he would let her do. She will have all the time to hate him tomorrow.
Damon knew against who he was crying. Against the little witch (he wouldn't stop calling her like that!) there was a beginning to everything! But it suited to him, it brought him almost more well than if it was someone else. So he let her do, he allowed himself to cry. He will have all the time to hate her tomorrow.
OMG, did you see the storyline became Bamon like I did? Sorry, I was writing and I just think this end would be so good! Sorry for the Bamon haters!
Hope you guys enjoyed the Defan anyway!