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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ ༆ 𝗦𝗮𝗹𝘃𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗕𝗼𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗛𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲 ༆
The second I stepped through the front door, something felt off. Call it a gut feeling, or maybe just the fact that Damon was groaning like someone had stabbed him. Which... yeah, someone actually had.
"What the actual hell?" I rushed into the living room, my boots skidding across the floor as I spotted him tied to a chair with a freakin' fireplace stoker jammed into his chest and his daylight ring on the damn floor.
"Seriously? I leave for five minutes and you manage to get kidnapped in your own house?"
"Eliana, I have no idea what the hell is going on," Damon hissed through gritted teeth. "I think it was Stefan."
"Stefan?" I blinked, already yanking the iron rod from his chest. Damon let out a full-body groan, and I winced a little. "Okay, that's not a normal sibling disagreement."
"If it was him, where the hell is he now?" I muttered, quickly moving to undo the chains.
"Don't know," Damon snapped. "Maybe you should use your were-witch instincts and figure it out."
I was about to sass him back when Stefan waltzed in like this wasn't a crime scene.
"Wow," Stefan said, eyebrows raised. "What the hell happened to you?"
"You tell me," Damon snapped. "Whatever twisted ripper game you're playing, count me out."
"I didn't do this." Stefan's tone was dead serious.
"Cut the crap, Stefan!" I barked. "This is next-level even for you."
"I didn't," he said again, shrugging like he hadn't just walked into a full-blown torture scene. "Although... gotta admit, it's pretty messed up. Points for style."
"Oh, great. He's impressed," I muttered, rolling my eyes. "If it wasn't you, then who the hell did this?"
Stefan gave us a look, one that said don't ask me, and turned to leave like this was just another Tuesday.
"Fantastic. Another day, another round of traumatic nonsense," I mumbled.
Then, without warning, the curtains yanked themselves open. Sunlight poured in like a death ray, slamming Damon in the chest. His skin sizzled, and he let out a pained yell.
