The lost one

Capítulo 4

DAMON

He was trying really hard not to have a major breakdown, which for him translated into either going on a rampage, of sorts, - and Bonnie would not be happy if he died in this little trip of his back to Mystic Falls just because he tried to kill a family of vampires more than ten times stronger than he - or, even more disastrous; have his secret identity discovered in a burst of power heightened by his distraught state.

Because Damon had managed to keep who he was, what he was, a secret from everyone but Bonnie and Enzo.

Enzo because on that night decades ago, when they escaped Augustine, Damon felt like life itself was ripping away from him at the thought of leaving Enzo there, so at the last instant, without knowing how, it reached out. His magic. Or lack of it, whatever.

Damon was a Siphoner.

He'd never used it before, too afraid of acknowledging that part of him and to wonder where it came from in the first place, but that night he let go of his control, managed to open the cage's bars and freed Enzo, creating a path through the fire for them to run through.

Bonnie didn't so much as find out; Damon downright told her. They were dead, well, they were in the Prison World, but they didn't know it at the time, so he thought: why not, right ?

She didn't have her powers, he didn't know how to control his, he had long since given up on ever getting back to Elena and his brother.

So Damon couldn't exactly lose control the way he wanted to, to dig into that power inside of him and find a way out. Not against people he knew would eventually come back from the dead.

"I'm sorry the spell hurt you so much, I needed to make sure it was really you." The woman he saw in the memories - projection of memories? - said.

Really him who?

He didn't realize he'd asked out loud before she started speaking, answering his question.

"Our youngest sibling." The blonde witch said, sitting on her thighs in front of him. That feeling of safety flared again, spreading through a point on his collarbone towards the rest of his body, leaving him confused enough for him not to retreat when she approached, still not touching. "You were taken as a newborn to be part of a sacrifice because of a bargain our mother made when she was younger with a woman named Dahlia. Mother was too weak to stop her, but I wasn't."

A sacrifice. Him burning in a fire. Then he frowned, trying to make sense of what she was saying. Younger sibling? She was his and Stefan's sister?

"I managed to take you away far enough to have time to send you someplace else in the future." She continued, her voice cutting off the end of his line of thought. "You were lost for a very long time, brother, but now you're home. With us."

Us?

Realization took over him as he stared at her, his eyebrows rising higher on his forehead as his eyes flickered from one original to the other. Our, was what she said. They were all looking at him with something akin to... longing.

No.

What ?

It hit him gradually, or perhaps it hit him all at once, but the fact stood that Damon noticed he felt like he was outside his body, watching every event unfold as if he was a third person completely unrelated to it, detached, uncaring in regards of the outcome and he recognized the feeling all too well; he was dissociating.

His tongue was heavy when he formed the words, but he managed to force them out. "This is impossible, you've got the wrong person."

Even as he said it, deep down Damon knew there was a high possibility of it being true, - every single fear he had about not belonging in his family during all those years alive, the itch that didn't seem to let him go no matter how hard he tried to ignore it.