****REWRITING IN PROCESS****
A thousand years ago, seven stars sat illuminated in the night sky, surrounded by the moon, wrapped around its comfort and loving embrace, secured in the safety net that always provided them protection.
Too soon, it all...
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*Updated Chapter*
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Worries plagued Stefan's mind as he hastily sped towards the Boarding House. What would Damon do? Would he listen or slam the door in his face and tell him to do one? One thing is, though, Stefan was dreading letting Darcy's name slip through his lips. To hell with it, he thought as he rushed into the lounge.
"Anna took Elena and Darcy!" Stefan exclaimed.
Damon stood over at the bar with his back facing Stefan as his hands clenched around the tumbler of Bourbon, "Yeah, I got that from your 600 voicemails." Damon said as he walked over to his armchair and sat down.
"Damon, all night long, every single street in town, I've been searching. What if your blood hasn't passed out of her system?" Stefan asked, his face creasing with concern.
Damon shrugged and sipped his drink, "Well, then at least you know you'll see her again."
Stefan walked a few steps forward, "Damon, please. What about Darcy? She has not been seen since I sent her out to search for you to tell you about Anna and Pearl. She could be hurt too, don't you care?"
Damon was up on his feet in a blur, and Stefan had no time to prepare as his back met with the wall. He coughed and spluttered as Damon's hands crushed his windpipe, "Don't you ever question my care for Darcy! While you were searching for your traitorous girlfriend, I was out looking for Darcy. Because I knew someone could not just disappear into thin air. Not Darcy."
Stefan knew by the rage burning in Damon's eye, he went too far, but he needed an extra push to get a reaction, and he got it. "O-Okay, I'm sorry," he choked as he clawed at Damon's crushing grip.
Damon relented, his slipping away as he turned his back onto Stefan and stared into the roaring flames of the fire. His mind running a hundred miles per hour, where is she? Where's Darcy? What if she is hurt, or worse, dead? He could not imagine a world without Darcy in it, even though they are just friends. He somehow feels lighter with her around. Without her, the darkness is already crawling back in.
Stefan tried again, "please. What do you know? You were with Anna. You must know where she is living. Just tell me, and I can find them." When all he got was silence, he tried a different tactic. "You know, all I can remember is hating you. There might have been a time when that was different, but your choices have erased anything good about you. But then Darcy came along and made me see everything in a different light. I know that you just as much reason to hate me. This all began with me, and then Katherine got taken away from you because of me. I'm sorry."
Damon kept his back turned and downed his Bourbon. "Apology accepted."
"So please, just tell me what you know. It is Darcy and Elena, Damon. If you know something, tell me." Stefan implored, hoping he would relent.
