Damon smiled as he watched the young girl’s eyes drooping. He picked her up and carried her upstairs. Amelia didn’t even bother fighting this time and for that, Damon was grateful. He carried her into his room and pulled down the sheets. Damon carefully laid her down and slipped off her sneakers. He pulled the sheets back up and tucked her in. He hesitated and brushed his fingers over the bruise, suddenly feeling a pool of guilt form in his stomach.
“Well, this is a sight I never thought I’d see.”
Damon lifted his hand away and stepped back from the sleeping girl.
“Damon Salvatore cares about a human.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Stefan,” Damon said as he walked out of the room. He closed the door carefully with a last look at Amelia, to make sure that she was safe, and turned to meet a grinning Stefan.
“She’s grown on you, brother,” Stefan said closing the grin to a smile. “And after everything you’ve put her through… I think that you’ve grown on her.”
Damon looked over his shoulder at the door and listened to her calm breathing. “I don’t feel for her like you do for Elena… but I do care about her,” he admitted and paused for a moment’s thought. “How do we explain this to the others?”
Stefan started walking backwards towards his room. “I think that you mean, how do you explain this to the others?” Stefan turned around and took his seat next to the bed again leaving Damon alone in the dark landing.
“Little Amelia Tryst, you will be my undoing,” Damon sighed before heading back downstairs to resume drinking from his whisky bottle.
