ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ɴɪɢʜᴛ *ᵈᶦˢᶜᵒⁿᵗᶦⁿᵘᵉᵈ*

Ⅳ

Stiles POV

As I walked down the stairs this morning, I had a front row seat to Damon dancing around the parlor. Just what I want first thing this morning.

I wasn't with it right now, I'm not a morning person, and I definitely don't appreciate been woken up by Damon's rubbish music.

I went down to the basement to get myself a blood bag – from the collection I got myself, last night – before making my way back into the parlor.

"What has you in such a good mood this morning?" I groaned as I flopped down onto the couch. "Would you believe me if I told you I met a girl?" He asked smirking at me.

My eyebrows shot up to my hairline as my lips twitched in amusement. "I believe that you have a compelled, walking, human blood bag girl"

"You know me so well brother" Damon smirked down at me.

"Unfortunately," I mumbled to myself, before letting out a satisfying moan, as the blood fell onto my tongue.

"I've been thinking" He started making me snort. "Wow, Damon Salvatore's been thinking" I spoke sarcastically, receiving a glare from him.

I needed to engrave this moment into my brain, so I can remember the day Damon thought about something.

"So, what is it that you've been thinking about?" I asked, urging him to carry on.

"We both want to ruin Stefan's life, so we should work together. The Salvatore twins back together again" He smirked at me. Raising one of his eyebrows.

"Has my brother missed me?" I asked in amusement, sitting up to look at him.

"Look I've apologized, I know I was wrong for what I've done, and you're my twin brother. My double. My best friend. My partner in crime... I should have looked out for you Stiles, and for that I'm truly sorry. Sorry for everything" He apologized, and I knew he has been honest.

I know him like I know the back of my hand. I hope.

"You have one more chance Damon. I'm only doing this because you're my twin, but fuck up one more time there will be no turning back" I warned him.

"Deal... but if anyone asks, this conversation never happened. Got it little brother?" Damon asked me with amusement.

"You're older than me by 5 minutes Damon! ...and Deal... I'll not tell anyone that Damon Salvatore has just given his brother an apology" I smirked at him.

The rest of the morning was spent with me and Damon sitting in the living room drinking blood and alcohol.

"Our little brothers on the school football team" Damon told me, as I threw my empty blood bag on the coffee table, making that my 4th one this morning.

I didn't necessarily need them, I just wanted them.

Call it boredom.

"Where's my little brother that relished in human blood? He was less broody" I sighed shaking my head.

Damon didn't have chance to make a comment as Stefan walked through the door. "How was try-outs? Did you make the team?" Damon asked him.

Stefan didn't say anything, he stood leaning against the doorframe staring at the both of us. "Look. I want to apologize Stefan. I've done some soul searching, and I want us to start over. We need to put the past behind us, the three of us. Stiles's already agreed to start fresh, so what do you say?" Damon asked him.

"You're our little brother, so if you want to live a normal happy human life, then we want that for you. Maybe we could as well. We can learn to be a non-living, living person" I joined the conversation, trying to keep a straight face before I burst out laughing, along with Damon.