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Stefan looked back at Damon in slight surprise and nervousness. Was Damon going to punish him in some way because of the accident?
"Talk about what?" Stefan asked in a shy, quiet voice.
Damon sighed at his little brother's timid voice. The boy was clearly nervous and afraid for the wrong reasons.
"Talk about what's been happening between us ever since you started having those memories." Damon said while Stefan looked away. In that moment Damon saw the pain Stefan held in his eyes when reminded of the memories, and Damon's guilt multiplied immensely. Stefan looked so young as his sad eyes turned downward and his bangs fell down his face. He should have been there for his baby brother.
Within those moments, the elder Salvatore felt the need to forget everything in the past and just hold onto his little brother. Hold onto everything he had thought was lost. Everything he even seemed to have forgotten he'd lost.
He steadied his emotions and took a deep breath. He wasn't sure if he was ready for that yet. Damon still had a long way to go until he could really deal with all that happened, but he knew for sure he was going to end this tension that had come between this version of his younger brother and himself.
"Little brother. I'm sorry for being so .. distant with you, and being cold. I know that you don't really understand things here and the way things are now between us, but I really don't want you to put that burden on yourself anymore, okay? I was wrong, and I should have been there for you when you were experiencing all those bad memories. I'm a work in progress, but I just want things to go back to how they were before you started getting them." Damon finished, not sure how his brother would react, but hoping he would let things go.
After a moment, the infamous mop of hair turned up and looked slowly at Damon, a small accepting smile on his young and innocent features. "It's okay, Damon. I was never really mad at you, I'm just mad at myself. I'm really the one to blame for everything."
Damon looked at him, slightly hurt at this. "Stefan. You don't really mean that, do you?"
Being the ever guilt-ridden little Stefan Damon knew, his baby brother shook his head almost immediately. "Yes, yes, of course I do! It truly is my entire fault Damon, and I don't know if I'll ever be able to forgive myself. I'll honestly believe it's a miracle if you ever do." Stefan said to him, those kind green eyes shinning with honesty and complete openness.
The older vampire couldn't help but just shake his head. "I don't want you to feel that way Stefan. I just-" Damon couldn't seem to find the words. He knew they were somewhere, that in some place he wanted Stefan to understand that not only was this Stefan from 1864 not responsible, the Stefan from here and now really wasn't either.
He just wasn't sure if he was ready to express and admit that to himself and Stefan yet.
"At least let me know that you know that I don't…hate you." Damon finished his sentence, expelling air. Feeling as though he was admitting this to himself as well.
Stefan sat for a moment in thought at this. He wanted so badly to believe what Damon was saying. That he could be the Damon he had loved so much back in 1864, and the brother that he knew he still loved with equal measure in this time. But he also couldn't forget the feelings that arose within him whenever he would shut his eyes and the memories would taunt him.
Not even distant memories, really. Memories that had happened merely months ago still resonated deep within Stefan's core; of Damon's lack of caring, seemingly trying to always bring misery to his life, and proclaiming that he hated him whenever the younger vampire believed that maybe their relationship was recovering.
Stefan realized, that he too, could not let things go. He just couldn't stop these horrible emotions of guilt and sorrow, and despair at what had become of his relationship with Damon go. But he also did not like the look his brother was currently giving him at the moment.
He looked so sad at just the thought that Stefan believed his hatred towards him. This honestly made the teen feel so confused. But in the end, he just gave Damon a reassuring smile – willing to even have fake affection and happiness from Damon if it meant not having sadness instead.
Stefan nodded back up at Damon, and this seemed to please him for the moment.
Damon sighed again at this and placed his hand on Stefan's now slightly dried hair. "You feel tired, buddy?"
The young vampire nodded his head against his brother's still resting hand and looked up at him sheepishly. "But we don't have to do that yet, do we?" Stefan asked. Feeling suddenly not so sleepy anymore.
Damon regarded his brother with curiosity. "What do you mean? If you're trying to get out of bed when already telling me you're tired, you really have lost it Stef." Damon shook his head at his brother's antics. "I believe I'm going to have to set a bedtime of 10:00pm for you, young man."
Stefan frowned at that. "No, I don't mean that exactly. But, I really don't agree with that Damon. I'm far too old for a bedtime." Stefan argued, although he kind of knew that this wasn't exactly true. The Damon from 1864 had also given him a blasted bedtime as well.
Before Damon could give Stefan the whole, 'I'm the older brother and what I say goes' speech, Stefan spoke up. "I meant that I'm kinda hungry." The young vampire looked up at his older brother again innocently.
Damon blinked, surprised. "Well, well." He said smirking down at Stefan. "I can't believe you're asking me for blood and that it's not the other way around; ending with me shoving it down your throat." He smugly.
His brother just blushed. "Race you downstairs?" Stefan gave him a mischievous and boyish smile and was gone in a blink of an eye with his vampire speed. Leaving Damon to gawk at where his younger brother had been previously, obviously not expecting such a playful response.
However, the older brother's shocked nerves took only moments to recover and soon he had rushed down the stairs as well, merely a few seconds behind his little brother.
Racing into the kitchen, Damon found his younger brother sitting at the table expectantly, obviously waiting for the older sibling to dote on the youngest and give him what he wanted.
Psh, what a brat. Damon thought, though he had a smile on his face. His smile somewhat faded as he came around the table to get to the fridge as he noticed his brother. Despite Stefan's earlier remarks, it seemed he obviously was very tired.
"Stefan! You've just been through an accident and hurt. I don't want you rough-housing it and acting so foolishly." Damon scolded. He reached out for his brother's head, and inspected his bandaging, almost tempted to rip it off again and see how the wound was healing.
"Ugh, Damon!" Stefan batted his older brother's overbearing hands away from his head, frowning and crossing his arms across his chest. "Could you please respect my personal space? You just checked my wound. It feels fine. I promise."
"Watch the attitude," The older vampire said sternly. "Obviously you're lying from your bipolar behavior and crankiness. Besides, you always like to downplay any type of wound whenever you're hurt."
Before Stefan could respond, Damon held up a hand again to him. "Uh-ah. You, little brother, are going to drink some nice bunny blood that I was oh so nice to get for you. And then, you'll be marching yourself upstairs."
Stefan just nodded at him and then waited patiently as the older Salvatore heated the blood up, once again wrapping his arms around his middle.
"Why do you keep doing that, piccolo?" His brother asked him just as the microwave beeped and signaled the cup of blood was heated.
The boy looked at him confused. "Doing what?"
Damon placed the mug down in front on Stefan. "Keep wrapping your arms around yourself like that."
"Oh. Um, I don't know. I think it's just hunger pains. I'm not really used to it yet, but I think that's what they are." His little brother just shrugged at him again and started drinking steadily from the cup.
As he drank, Damon watched him frowning. "Well, I don't like it. I think we're going to have to monitor your feedings again."
Finishing off his blood, Stefan looked back up at his brother, pouting a little. But at the same time, he was feeling touched at his older brother's concern. "Alright." Stefan agreed, not really feeling like arguing when he knew Damon would win, and then laid his head on the table, tired again.
He felt arms resting on his shoulders. "Ok, baby brother. Time to sleep then, huh?" Stefan just nodded again, feeling suddenly so sleepy and like his whole body was full of lead.
Strong arms were then suddenly grabbing his legs and arms, gently pulling him up from where he was sitting and the next thing he knew, he was resting under his covers and in his bed.
Damon decided to not bother with getting Stefan into more appropriate sleepwear, feeling it more important that his brother get rest instead. After he placed Stefan in his bed, he noticed his brother looking up at him sleepily.
Damon crouched down beside Stefan, and ran his head through the silky brown locks again. "Go to sleep, piccolo." The elder Salvatore smiled as his baby brother shut his eyes and leaned into his touch.
"So, you really think you can help me?" Bonnie rubbed her eyes tiredly. Ever since the attack on the Salvatores, Bonnie had been working extra hard in her search in finding a witch who knew about reversing the spell.
The current witch she was having a conversation with seemed a little dodgy. Bonnie had found her through her Gram's old friend, of a friend, of a friend. Luckily, the older woman had seemed kind enough to come over to Bonnie's and discuss what she knew. Making Bonnie a little more realized that she didn't have to venture out to an unknown witch's house.
The two women were sitting in the kitchen, just starting to discuss what they had to work with.
The women smiled at the young girl. "Yes, yes. I believe I know what needs to be done to reverse the magic you casted upon the vampire."
Bonnie stiffened, feeling a little uneasy. "Ok. What exactly were you thinking?" Bonnie knew she should be feeling extremely lucky. After all, she had started thinking she would never find another witch or any solution for that matter that would fix Stefan.
But still, she didn't want to go into this completely naive and trustworthy.
As if noticing this, the women smiled reassuringly at her. "Bonnie, right?" Bonnie nodded at her. "You'll have to excuse my earlier manners on the phone for not properly introducing myself. I know you found me through Shelia Bennett."
Once again, Bonnie stiffened. "How – how did you know?"
"I have my ways." The witch smiled a secret smile at the younger witch. "I just want you to feel somewhat comforted by the fact that I respected your grandmother and for that I'm willing to help you."
Bonnie nodded, still a little confused. "Ok, but can you at least tell me your name?"
The witch shook her head and waved her hand, as if to brush the matter away. "Names are not important right now. What is important is what I know. And you'll want to listen."
Jules checked her watch again. Upon seeing the time on the face of the watch, she sighed and began pacing around her living room. Every once and a while straightening something, or looking at the door to change up the pattern she had created with checking her watch.
After the utter failure of her attack on Damon Salvatore, she had left town to try and regroup more fellow werewolves to come and stand beside her when she made her next move.
Unfortunately, most of them were very uneasy about joining her, which if Jules were to be honest, she had expected. It still didn't ease her rage at Damon; if anything it just increased it. She would have her revenge on Damon, no matter what it took.
Finally, she heard a knock at the front door. Almost racing to open it, Jules opened the door to an older, grey haired woman who appeared to be in her sixties with lighter skin.
"Ah, finally you're here!" Jules hurried her in and shut the door behind her.
"Yes, yes. I'm here. You young people really need to sort your manners and calm down. I am only a few minutes late, and I think you'll forgive me considering the circumstances." The women admonished.
Jules held her hands up in defense. "You're right. Come sit down. Tell me what you know." She guided the woman to a couch.
"I learned quite a few many things." The witch smiled crookedly at Jules.
"So, you know exactly what I need to make my revenge succeed?" Jules asked hopefully.
"Ah, yes. I know exactly what to do." The witch gave a small laugh.
Author's Note: Sorry again about the late update guys! Oh, and sorry that this chapter isn't too long :( I hope to get a new chapter of "A Little Mistake" up soon.