**This is chapter two of Missing Brothers! If you haven't already read the first chapter please do so before reading this one**
"Finally" I thought to myself as I pulled up to Bree's Bar. Or should I say Damon's Bar, because since he killed Bree, (the original owner) he has been managing it himself. I was hoping to find him here, and I was successful.
"Damon!" I call across the bar as I see him pour himself a glass of whiskey, "Where have you been? Why haven't you been answering my calls?"
When he turns around I realize he's drunk. "Ugh! Day drinking again?" I question. It's been months since I've seen him like this. Something must be very wrong. Soon I'm right next to Damon and I'm asking him if he's okay, but he's to drunk to get the words out. "He'll be no help," I thought to myself, "I better go looking for Stefan."
After I help Damon into a nearby booth I start realize how odd it is for a Saturday afternoon that the bar is empty. It was extremely crowded on my last trip to Atlanta! Now it is so quiet that it is quite erie. I wonder how serious the danger is.
Out of nowhere Stefan runs inside and tells us that we have to leave. He says it in a manner that scares me immediately. There is a level of urgency in his voice that I have never heard before. He didn't even acknowledge the unexpectedness of my presence.
Stefan comes over and picks up Damon and tells me to follow him. He briskly leads me to an nearby apartment complex that I am unfamiliar with. It looks like it was recently built. Like someone had created it for their own uses.
"Silas," I say without a shadow of a doubt. I couldn't believe he had fooled me for the walk over here. That's when he gives me the wickedest smile I'd ever seen. He lead us here for a reason, and I'd soon find out what that is.
