Love Sucks - The Vampire Diaries - Damon Salvatore

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I sat up on the bed, unable to relax knowing something was happening down in the basement. I tapped my toes on the floor and looked round the room unable to settle.

"Fuck it" I sighed and jumped up, walking downstairs and to the basement.

I crept in as quietly as I could and peered into the cell through the metal bars. Damon and Stefan were both there with the vampire Craig tied to a chair still.

Damon grabbed a jar and poured something over him. Craig screamed and his skin turned red and bubbled as if it was burning off. I could even smell the skin burning, it made my stomach turn. But I couldn't look away.

"Tell me who Christie was." Damon spat as the vampire slowed his breathing, his skin healing right before my eyes.

"Part of the Stonewell Witches." He mumbled, spitting out some blood.

"The Stonewell Witches?" Stefan questioned.

"They are a powerful, magical family. I mean, were." He said, looking up from the floor to Stefan

"Why were?" Stefan asked

"After Crystal killed her mother, her father entrapped Crystal in the Opal ring." Craig started to explain.

"Yeah yeah we know that..." Damon waved and went over to a bucket in the corner, "tell us something we don't know."

"Because Crystal couldn't be trapped in her own."

The brothers looked at each other, confusion crossed their face. I copied their expression, what does that mean? Her own?

Craig breathed a few times, trying to calm himself down. "There were five Stonewell Sisters. Opal, Crystal, Jade, Ebony and Ruby. Each have a piece of jewellery to hold their powers." Craig explained, moving his wrists in the ropes but causing more pain to himself as the vervain ropes rubbed harder, "You have the original witches, five sisters, and as each new girl is born they take on one of the names and so on so each name was carried on throughout the years, each at their death, the younger namesake taking over the gem. They must never die."

"Why?" Stefan questioned, looking just as confused as I was.

"The five gems together keep magic alive." Craig breathed out and his head hung low again.

"What?" Damon shouted, grabbing his head and pulling it back so Craig was looked up to the brothers. Damon grabbed a bottle and held it above his head.

He was about to tip it, I could see it slowly going and my breath caught in my throat. Watching what was happening but not doing anything about it. I was just as much to blame for his pain than Damon and Stefan were; I wasn't taking part, but I wasn't doing anything to stop it.

"OK OK!" He shouted just before the water left the bottle, "Once they die with no living descendant to the name, magic and the supernatural dies." Damon let's go of his head. Craig spits out some more blood before turning back to Damon, "no day light ring." He turns to Stefan, "no werewolves, witches, or vampires."

Everyone dies? All magic ends? Dies? Caroline, Tyler, Bonnie, Stefan and Damon. Gone.

"You're lying!" Damon shouted and tipped the bottle over Craigs head. It fell on top of his head, falling down his face and shoulders, burning his skin and he screamed. Craigs skin turned red and bubbled again. His scream went right through me; I felt it in my bones. The smell hit my nose and stomach turned again. This time I wasn't going to keep it down.

I ran back to where the fridge was and found an empty bucket just in time, throwing myself on to my knees and chucking up in the bucket. I started to cry as I stopped dry heaving. I looked away from the bucket but still at the floor and saw a pair of shoes in front of me. I wiped my lip, making sure nothing was there before following the legs up to Damon's face.

"I told you to stay upstairs." He whispered in an angry tone. He frowned and crossed his arms over his chest.

It took me straight back to when my father said it. I wondered downstairs in the middle of the night as I needed a drink. I was only 8 so didn't really know any better I guess. I rounded the corner of the stairs into the living room to see my father punching my mother. She was lying on the couch, trying to cover her face. She saw me and called out. He turned round, fist still raised, and got up. He grabbed my PJ top and lifted me up off the floor. "I told you to stay upstairs!" He shouted before punching the side of my head a couple of times. He dropped me. I cried as I ran back to my room. My head rang the rest of the night; I may have had a concussion but I didn't know what one was or how to ask anyone. How to tell anyone. He had hit me under my hair so no one could see a bruise form. That's how he always hid it.

My eyes stung as tears fell quickly down my cheeks, "I'm sorry. I.. I'll go back up." I stuttered, jumping back up quickly, grabbing the bucket and walking passed him to the stairs.

Damon grabbed my arm and I stopped mid step. I didn't know what to do, again. I was frozen on the spot. Damon stepped up the couple of stairs I had taken and took the bucket off me, "go lie down. I'll clean this."

I nodded and Damon let go of me. I carried on up, looking behind me as I reached the top. Damon smiled at me weakly, and I back.