Vampire Diaries Imagines

Never Alone - Salvatores

Damn these over-heightened emotions. The feelings just keep hitting me like tidal waves that throw me under the water over and over again. It always feels like there are no life preservers around even though I know there are. The Salvatores are just downstairs. Damon's probably working on a glass of scotch with Ric and Stefan said something about making dinner earlier. But I often find them to be a little hard to go to. They are always helping others out. Others that have more important than me.

Like Elena for example. She's always in the bad guy's line of sight even though she had done nothing to get there. That was a much bigger problem than my uncontrollable emotions. I never understood how the brothers and Caroline manage to keep theirs at bay. Dealing with mine was like fighting a battle I know I would never win. It just doesn't seem fair that every other vampire around me can reel this emotion shit in and keep it under wraps while I can't.

It wasn't their fault though. Nothing that should weigh them down. It was only my problem to figure out. Even having been on the vampire side of things for almost three years now, I still feel pretty new to it all. The only thing I have managed to accomplish is controlling my hunger.

While the overwhelming thrust is unruly, as a human I was quite used to watching what, when and how I ate. Something my stepmother threw me under the bus for constantly. She meant well, even I knew that. She just came from a part of the country where you ravished in the nicer, more etiquette parts of life and knew nothing but what she had been taught from a young age. So the feeding aspect of this life was nothing new for me.

Caroline once told me that it was easier for me than it ever was for her. That was saying a lot since she had the master, Stefan Salvatore, helping her out through it all. Did I have him to help as well? Of course. Along with Damon. But I didn't charge at people when I was first turned either. So there's that.

But here I am crying over shit that I thought I had been over a long time ago. The death of my parents. Non-existence birthday events that I decided not to have because of more important things happening around me. Things that made me helpless as a human, like not being able to fight. Being sick all the time. Being the one who always needed to be looked after. All of it weighed me down like a sack of potatoes. As well as the fact that I was letting it all get to me, knowing Stefan or Damon will be up here at any moment to tell me dinner was ready.

I wasn't one to bug the guys with my problems. Always figured they had too much on their plates as it was. They had alive let me live here after my dad and stepmother died two years ago. The two of them don't need any more problems from me. Even now I have to tell myself that I would just have to figure everything out on my own. Now, they have told me otherwise and to come to them if ever I was feeling down. Especially Stefan. The boy has a jack for helping people, even when he didn't necessarily need to. But I'm too stubborn and hardheaded to seek out help when it was quite obvious that I needed to.

As I wrestled with my thoughts and emotions, I neglected to hear or notice the sounds of my bedroom door opening and footsteps walking up to my bed. That was until Stefan leaned down into my line of sight.

"(Y/N/N)? Is everything okay?" He questioned.

Wiping my eyes, I gave him a slight nod. "Of course. I was reading a really sad article online a minute ago." As I gave him that little white lie, I tried to calm down, but I was failing miserably. "Why do you ask?"

"Don't give us that, sweetheart." Came Damon's voice from the doorway. "We have been listening to you crying for like an hour now." He explained as he walked over to the other side of the bed and planted himself on it right next to me. "So are you going to tell us what has you all sad song-y?"

"I just didn't want to bug you guys with my unimportant mental capacity problems." I said as I tried to find something, anything, in my room to focus my attention on that wasn't the Salvatores at this moment. To say it in simple terms, I failed that task.

Stefan sighed as he sat down on the bed where he was once leaning. "(Y/N), how many times do we have to tell you that you can always come to us no matter how small the problem? How many times do we have to tell you however you are feeling will always be important to us?"

"But you guys already have so much going on and I didn't want to add to that."

I felt Damon's finger under my chin as he lifted my head to look me in the eye. "You, my sweet little ray of fog-doused sunshine, do not get to determine what is too much for us to handle. Now, what's going on in that pretty head of yours? Hmm? Talk to us. It's what we're here for."

I gave out a little sigh of my own and seeing as I knew they wouldn't let up until I told them all I wanted to know, I did just that. By the time I was done, the waterworks had let the dam flood again and the tears were streaming down my face like a raging river. Both brothers looked at me with worry and concern written all over their faces. Now more than ever I wish that I had just kept everything locked up like a caged monkey.

Stefan had a fairly tight hold on my left hand and Damon had pulled me into his side sometime in the middle of my rambling. "You never told us any of that before." Stefan said. "We could have helped you through it long before now."

"I just felt that if I was to keep coming to you guys with every little problem, you guys would grow annoyed with me and I would never be able to pull through the stupid emotional tears by myself." I admitted. The eldest Salvatore brother gave me a gentle squeeze before saying, "We could never be annoyed with you, (Y/N/N). Quite frankly you are the only one that doesn't annoy me, baby girl." I could see Stefan roll his eyes at his brother's statement in my peripheral.

"After your folks died, we could see you were having issues adjusting, and with everything in general." The youngest Salvatore said. "That's the main reason we asked you to live here so you didn't have to go through any of it alone."

"That and to make sure you don't feel alone." His brother chimed in. "Stefan and I could see just how the loneliness was getting to you since you didn't have your anchors anymore."

"We wanted you to have people to support you and he felt like you didn't have anyone in a home where you can find those people to talk to you about anything that may have crossed your mind at any time." Stefan said. "Without realizing that you have helped a lot of people, and it was time for someone to do the same favor in return."

"Stefan and I just decided it was going to be us." The older Salvatore said.

I gave them a small smile. "I guess I need to start getting over my anxiety and start fixing up to you guys more often than I have been."

"You were never alone, (Y/N). We gave you the time we thought you would need but even still you never did come to talk to us." Stefan said.

"We couldn't take it anymore. So we decided to come to you. There's always one of us around to help you through whatever is bugging you at that specific moment, and there will always be that's a promise. Okay?" Damon asked.

I gave him another small smile and nodded. "Great!" Stefan said. "Now, let's go eat. Ric's waiting on us."