Salvatore

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

With the craving of blood seeping into his wakening brain and the sun that seeped through the windows that he forgot to cover, Damon Salvatore woke up like he did every other morning. Perhaps with a little more sadness and confusion that lingered after the recent news of the love of his life potentially being alive, but normal, nonetheless. He bounced out of bed to his trusty blood supply, ensuring that he satisfied his craving before his icy eyes caught the piece of white paper that had been placed so delicately on his dresser, with his name written in all-too-familiar cursive writing. Stefan.

He thought momentarily to just throw it away and act as though he had never seen it, assuming that it was going to be something to do with an unwanted lecture, but in written form. However, he thought that perhaps this may be his only source of entertainment – something he could use against Stefan later if he really wanted to stir some drama within the household to lighten things up if he had the time. He did plan to spend the day out of the house and figuring out where May could be if she was even alive in the first place. Either way, he was feeling reasonably generous this morning.

He picked up the paper as he threw the now empty blood bag against the wooden floors, his fingers uncaringly unfolding the paper to reveal the letter Stefan had so kindly written to him. Once his eyes were able to scan the writing, he found that this was not the long letter including about twelve lectures on what he needed to improve on – but a mere request, or maybe it was more of a demand. Damon was no errand boy, after what Stefan did to him over a hundred years ago, he was not going to do anything for that man. Unless it involved her. Much to Damon's dismay, it did.

Damon,

I had to stay at Elena's last night. I need you to make sure that Charlotte's awake for school today. That's all I ask.

Stefan.

He would be lying if he had not thought about completely ignoring the request and going back to bed, or maybe leaving the house to avoid it altogether. He almost felt defensive, as if the request had been so horrible and life-threatening for his brother to even ask in the first place, and he would give anything to call Stefan and threaten him. However, as the thought of her sad puppy-dog blue eyes staring at him seeped into his thoughts, the anger faded, and the heart-sunken feeling grew in his chest. A part of him begun to see this as an opportunity to make up to her for the mean things that spilled from his mouth when he felt like he was going to go insane with the news, but about ninety percent of him felt like it was too late.

He would make sure that she is awake for school, but that was it. There would be no sweet conversations, no drives to school, no 'I love you's, just simply waking her up for the education the young woman deserved. There would be absolutely no staring into her eyes, because if he did, he was afraid his whole reason for being in Mystic Falls would change. It would no longer be about to torturing Stefan, and he was not ready to face everything with Charlotte. Maybe he never would be. But after that, he would be out of that house and doing everything he can to figure out what was going on with the May situation.

Throwing on a grey shirt and finally entering the hallway, nervousness began to settle into his stomach. He had not felt like this since the day he left her on the porch almost twelve years ago, and it was an odd feeling. The urge to call Stefan and scream curse words and threats at him began to resurface, but thankfully, he managed to force himself to walk further up the hallway instead. Waking a teenager up was only a simple task, one that he could do before he would be on his way. A two second job – tell her to get up, open the curtains and tear the blanket of her body if her eyes do not open immediately. Damon was perfectly capable of doing that.