"Silence is the best way to grieve. The ability to express your sorrow without the need of words." -
| In which Stefan and Damon find themselves tangled out in the fangs of Percy Gilbert the silent brother. They thought they were turning his world...
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Road Trips ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ ━11. Bloodlines
Blinking Percy stared ahead of the dark road as a figure stared right back at him—his head was pounding, as he tightly gripped it feeling a bit dazed from all the thoughts that were running through his mind.
He opened the door to the car watching as the figure slowly walked towards him—glaring a line of flames erupted from the ground stopping the man in his tracks as fire repeated him and Percy.
"I'd get lost bub—I'm not really in the mood to be stalked." He grumbled, hearing something behind him his head snapped toward the left where he screamed.
"Why the hell are you screaming?" Damon stared at Percy in disbelief—Percy panted holding his chest before pointing at Damon.
"What the bloody hell are you doing creeping around in the middle of the night!"
"Well I heard something and it happened to be you. What's with that?" He motioned toward the line of fire making Percy sigh snapping his fingers the fire extinguished.
"Someone was standing in front of my car—I made that so they couldn't get me." He mutters.
"What are you doing driving at this time of night anyways? Aren't you supposed to be with Stefan?" Percy's eyes widened when he remembered why he even was driving.
"Katherine."
"Wait what about Katherine?" Damon was confused, he noticed that Percy's eyes were red as if he was crying, he had on no jacket and it was freezing outside and his hair was messy which Damon knew that he hated when his hair wasn't fixed.
"She looks like Elena." Shivering Percy looked around his car for his jacket making him groan realizing he left it on Stefan's bed.
"Fuck."
"Here." Damon shook off his jacket placing it around Percy who looked at him.
"You'll be cold."
"I'm dead—I don't get cold, so am I taking you back to Stefan?" Damon asked making him suck his teeth.
"I'm not going back there just for him to try and sweet talk his way out of this—I don't want to hear it." He shook his head.
"Well—let's go."
"Where?"
"Well, you don't wanna go back to Stefan so you might as well come with me." Damon walked toward his car where he slid inside.
