[𝐈] 𝕽𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖚𝖗𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 | 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗩𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝗗𝗶𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕰𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙: 𝗜𝗺𝗺𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗜𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗔 𝗚𝘂𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝗘𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗶𝘁𝘆

Chapter Eight
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Immortality Isn't A Guaranteed Eternity

  "Marielle?" A voice rings out from the distance, footsteps cautious before they become heavily consistent, rushing towards me in a blunder as fingers push and pull against my body, a light palm pressing against the scorching pain which erupted from my neck.
  "Marielle! Come on, Marie. Open your eyes." the same voice calls out desperately from the darkness, but I'm not strong enough to heed it, the tiresome wave of blood loss still embracing me in its arms as the familiar hands lift me from my curled position on the floor. I feel the softness of bedsheets as the carrying arms of my saviour disappear.
  "You could have killed her." one voice says from the shadows, it's angry, hurt even.
  "I made sure I didn't, she'll live." the other shrug off uncaring, haughty as the words tumble from their mouth.
  "She's our sister Damon, the only one we have, she shouldn't have been caught in the middle of this. What if you killed her? And we would both suffer not seeing her again for another twenty years, did you even stop to think that she would come back? Or even now, if she's going to stay?" Stefan. The angry voice was Stefan's voice, forever the voice of maturity between us, the level headed brother.

  "Of course she would, what else does she have?" Damon blunders incredulously.
  "She can hear you, vampire." I scorn, managing to peel open my eyes as Stefan rushes over towards me, but I refuse his touch, having enough of vampires, the talk or even mention of them for one day, maybe even for another life-time.
  "Get out of my room, I want to be alone." I push, pulling myself to roll over, turning my back to them in upset. Afraid that if I were to look into Damon's eyes I would cry. It was now after that moment when I finally realised that there was no Damon left to be saved, because there was nothing truly Damon left inside of him. He was just a useless, humaneless, shell of the man he used to be. The man who was my protector had faded to ash over the years, immortality had beaten him, his cruelty was all that was left of the brother I once knew. Stefan on the other hand was no different, he had done the same acts whilst in a fit of rage but unlike Damon, he always strived for moral-greatness, humanity, humility. He was by definition the 'good brother'. He hesitantly left the room, taking Damon with him as I placed my hand over the sweltering bite marks while laid on my skin.

I stumble out of bed, my knees wobbling as I lean against the sturdiness of my desk. Plucking the drawer open, searching for my vials of healing was no problem at all, delicately applying a balm to the now dried wound. It stung at first, the pain slowly evened out as I came further to my senses, taking whatever pills Stefan had laid out for me on the bedside table. I could determine a feminine voice inside the house, one that didn't belong to Elena, Caroline or Bonnie, which means it would be the recently turned vampire; Victoria 'Vicki' Donovan. Deciding to ignore whatever mishaps were occurring with the newbie vampire, I make headway for the kitchen to gather my belongings, needing a break from whatever dangers were around the corner.