The Salvatore Sister

disturbing behavior

Damon stood in his sister's doorway, arms folded across his chest, watching her as she frantically rushed around her room. Her headphones were blaring some pop song he had no taste for and she was throwing things into a large black trash bag. He stood there for what easily could have been five minutes, trying to figure out what she was doing. She turned to face him, jumping as she saw him and frustratedly pulling one headphone out of her ear.

"How long have you been standing there?" She placed her hands on her hips and Damon couldn't help but smile. She looked like an angry toddler.

"Long enough to see you throw away this," He pulled a ragged old bunny stuffed animal out of the trash bag and Evelyn grabbed it from him, tossing it on her bed. "How old is little cottontail now? 100?"

"He is a modest 98," Evelyn glared at him as she moved to sit the stuffed animal up on her bed. He was hanging on by a thread or two, his fur matted and dirty from the years Evelyn had spent carrying him around when she was a girl.

"Couldn't live a day without little Edward, huh?" He wiggled his eyebrows and Evelyn stared at him, rolling her eyes as she sat on her bed. "You know Stefan lost his ages ago."

"No, he didn't," Evelyn shook her head as Damon narrowed his eyes at her. He watched his sister kneel, digging under her bed and pulling out a beat-up box and pulling out another rabbit that looked the exact same as hers, just less beaten down from how long it'd been stored.

"You stole Stefan's rabbit?" Damon looked at her like she was crazy, but Evelyn shrugged him off and set it next to her own.

"I didn't steal it," She said plainly, fluffing the ears of the twin rabbits. "He lost it, I found it."

"So you found Stefan's old toy and you hid it in a box under your bed? Sounds a lot like stealing."

"I knew he was going to lose it again, plus it's not like he lost it when it still meant something to him, we were like 17," She scowled at Damon but he couldn't help but smile at his sister's sentimental qualities. She'd throw away clothes she'd bought last month but she wouldn't toss two stuffed animals from 1846. "Did you need something or are you just here to make fun of my rabbit?"

"I was just checking on you," Damon put his hands up in defense and Evelyn rolled her eyes again. He thought she was going to break.

"Well, I am clearly fine."

"Deep cleaning your room in the midst of a manic episode? Yeah, perfectly fine," Damon tilted his head at her as she scoffed, tossing a stray pillow at his head.

"I am not in the midst of a manic episode," She narrowed her eyes at him and looked around her room. "It was dusty."

"Dusty?"

"Yes. Very dusty."

"Okay, Bonehilda, I'll let you get back to it then, just be ready for the thing at the Lockwood's later, I'll swing by for you at 2," He said as he exited, but Evelyn sped in front of him, stopping him and folding her arms.

"What thing at the Lockwood's?"

"The founder's party, you're going and I don't want rebuttal," He mocked her stance and she let her arms fall to her sides, shaking her head.

"No, I hate those things and I really don't feel like watching you fawn over Elena for 2 hours when I could be doing this," She gestured to the bag on the floor and Damon turned to it and then back to her, expression unwavered.

"You need to get out of the house, little sister. You're going more crazy than usual," He placed his hand on her shoulder and scooted her out of his way, and then made his way out of her room before stopping in the doorway. "And I don't fawn over Elena."