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Lysandra lay on the couch wincing slightly at the pain from the injury on her stomach that she hadn't managed to heal. No spells seemed to have worked and she didn't know why, it was honestly gruesome to look at, an unhealthy shade of black for some reason. She assumed it must have been a curse that one of the death eaters had hit her with considering her magic wasn't healing it. She'd ask Hermione what to do, considering the fact that it was a dark curse and she would need to use dark magic to heal it.

Unlike some of the other witches, she didn't care about light and dark magic, the only thing that mattered was your intent. Mione and Ron hadn't taken too well to that until she had gathered up evidence for them. It had taken her a long time but she'd found some, based on how the unforgivable curses were made by the Founders themselves, for reasons meant to help not to harm. Hermione, believing in the book like the booklover she was, immediately changed her mind, and Ron, the lovesick fool that he was, followed right after.

Right now though, all she could do was temporarily seal the wound so that the blood wouldn't drip out except with Stefan's slightly rough handling, it had reopened. When Stefan had tickled her and she had squirmed and moved around, she had to hide the pain but since she was very sensitive, she had managed to laugh because she was really ticklish and he knew that.

Stefan only walked a distance away before he stopped when he recognized the smell of blood wasn't coming from the girls. He had passed it off as them but he would recognize that familiar scent anywhere and he immediately turned back around in concern. He then saw her wince as she held her stomach and vamp sped to her side. She jolted in surprise at his sudden appearance as he bent down and pulled up her shirt in concern only for his eyes to widen at the scars that littered her frame and the open wound on her stomach that was surrounded by moving black lines, it was really freaky to look at.

Lysandra immediately pulled away and pushed her shirt down as the brothers both stared at where the wound was, eyes wide open.

"What the hell Lyra? What was that? Shit I hurt you didn't I? Why didn't you tell me you were hurt when I tickled you? I thought you healed yourself. Are you alright? Is it..." Stefan asked question after question frantically in his worry before Lyra cut him off.

"Steffie It's fine. I healed some of the other wounds but the one you saw is not so easily healed. It's a dark curse, it's why I was so out of it yesterday, it took a lot out of me. Unfortunately, I don't know a counter curse for it because most of the healing spells I know are all light magic and this requires dark magic to heal it," Lysandra explained.

"Then use it. Why haven't you done it already?" Stefan demanded as he watched her pull up her shirt and wave her hand over the wound. The brothers watched as the wound resealed itself and seeing their expressions, Lysandra clarified.

"I just temporarily sealed it for now. I'll go to Mione soon, I'm just too tired right now," Lysandra as she lay back on the couch.

"Alright. Is there anything you need? Water? A blanket or something?" Stefan asked as he cupped her cheek in concern.

Lysandra smiled at him as she said, "No, I just need to rest. I'm stronger than I was when I sealed it before, it's why it opened so easily but it'll last longer this time so no need to worry."

"Ok but if there's anything you need, just call me ok?" Stefan said. When she nodded he got up and vamp-sped upstairs to grab a blanket, knowing that despite what she said, she was cold, and went back downstairs towards the couch. He put it over her as she rolled her eyes before smiling at his care for her, he had always been like this with her so it wasn't anything new, but each time she appreciated it just as much.

"Thanks Steffie," Lysandra said with a smile, he smiled back at her as he kissed her forehead gently before he walked back towards his brother.

Damon had never seen Stefan so at ease with anyone before. He had just stood there drinking the firewhiskey as he watched their back and forth and if he hadn't heard that weird light thing say that she thought of him as a brother, he would have assumed that there was more than that between them. And what bothered was that he didn't understand the weird feeling that rose in him at the thought of her and his brother like that, a feeling he couldn't quite put a name too.

He had also never seen his brother so happy before, so content, he wasn't even like that with Elena. He felt glad that the girl had actually been alive, the story behind which he still didn't fully understand, because the state he had seen Stefan in was...he couldn't even describe it. He was worse than heartbroken, he was literally shattered, even Lexi's death hadn't had that much of an impact on Stefan but hers had nearly driven him to flip the switch, not once, but twice.

He just watched then as they both had a laugh with each other, their banter was actually humourous, he had never seen Stefan let loose with anyone like that before and the way he chased her around then tickled her, the both of them laughing, it reluctantly pulled a small smile on his face. He blamed it on her laugh, it was contagious.

He internally sighed when Stefan began to walk towards him, great, here comes the inevitable talk. He was confused though when Stefan suddenly stopped and vamp sped to Lysandra and forcefully pulled up her shirt but then his eyes widened when his heightened eyesight allowed him to see every old and new scars that littered her frame. His eyes never left the bigger one on her abdomen, it looked particularly gross, with the black veiny lines surrounding the open wound and he wouldn't admit it but he was concerned, well as close as he could get to that feeling.

What the hell had happened he thought as he listened to Stefan's frantic questions before she soothed him mentioning something about using dark magic instead of light, having no qualms with doing so. He was beyond curious as every added but of information about her drove him to constantly wonder who she is, why she's different from other witches he's met, why she's so much more powerful and the story behind how she had died and come back to life. It left him with so many unanswered questions but he vowed he would get his answers soon enough.

Stefan then vamp sped upstairs and got a blanket for her as he tucked her in affecionately before pressing a kiss to her forehead. Damon watched the exchange and told himself that it was out of brotherly affection before his brows furrowed as he thought why that would mean anything, why did he feel the need to assure himself of that? He scoffed, there was no reason, it was just because of the little care he's come to feel for Elena, he wouldn't want her to get hurt if Stefan loved someone else before the confusion followed when he realized he actually couldn't care less. His brain was going crazy and he blamed it on the firewhiskey despite the fact that he couldn't stop drinking it.

"Damon we need to talk," Stefan said again as he walked towards him.

"You're worried about me. That's nice. Don't be. There's no need. I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be? I spent the last 145 years with one goal: get in that tomb. I succeeded. Granted, Katherine wasn't in there to be rescued, but why dwell? You know, it's so liberating not having a master plan, because I can do whatever the hell I want." Damon said as he shrugged his shoulders with a devil may care attitude.

"That's kind of what I'm afraid of." Stefan commented as Lysandra pulled the blanket over her head in an attempt to cut out the sound of their bickering.

"Relax. I haven't killed anyone in..." Damon sighed as he said, "...too long."

"I applaud your restraint." Lysandra said sarcastically from the couch.

"Why thank you," Damon said proudly.

"With how long you've been on this earth, I'd have assumed you would atleast be familiar with the concept of sarcasm?" Lysandra said mockingly.

"Lyra do you mind?" Stefan asked raising an eyebrow at her.

"Not at all. Do carry on your bickering. It's not like I'm trying to rest over here or anything," Lysandra grumbled.

"My most sincerest apologies for disturbing your beauty sleep my lady." Stefan said sarcastically.

"As you should be peasant." Lysandra said mock pompously before they both snorted in amusment. Lysandra then said, "You know what I don't get, why is it called beauty sleep when you wake up looking like a troll?" (This joke is from pinterest)

"No idea but I do agree with the troll part," Stefan said pointedly.

"Did you just...you didn't...did you actually just call little old me, the bestest friend you'll ever get, the light of your miserable life, a...a...a troll." Lysandra said gasping dramatically as she paid a fisted hand over heart, mock betrayal written all over her face.

"Have you seen your hair in the morning?" Stefan asked teasingly.

"Stop being mean to me. Not all of us can have a hero hairdo like yours, we have to work for it," Lysandra said as she pouted.

Damon snorted at this and when his brother glared at him, he just smirked and said, "Finally, someone that agrees with me."

"Lyra stop being dramatic and go to sleep," Stefan said rolling his eyes once again. Lysandra just harrumphed glaring at him before flopping back down on the sofa and putting the blanket over her face. "Is someone sulking again?"

"No," Lysandra's muffled voice responded.

"Do you want me to apologise?" Stefan asked with a fond smile on his face.

"Maybe." Lysandra said childishly.

"Alright then, I'm sorry for teasing you Lyra, can you forgive me?" Stefan asked as she pulled the covers off her face to respond.

"On one condition. You have to use your vamp speeding powers and take me on a piggyback ride," Lysandra said hopefully. She loved the thrill, she got on his back once and he had vamp sped through the forest so fast, it had been so fun, it was like she was on her broom but way faster.

"Whatever you say Lyra," Stefan rolled his eyes at her demand.

"Yay!" Lysandra said happily before getting comfortable on the sofa trying to ignore the girls on the sofa and the memories of what had brought her here. She was trying to act unaffected, like everything was fine but it was clear from the thinly veiled concern in Stefan's eyes that it was still pretty obvious. She would try though, pushing everything away wasn't the most healthiest decision but it was the only way she'd make it through.