Their Raven

Chapter 21

In the large drawing room of the Mikaelson mansion, Damon stood with his arms folded, eyes narrowed at the flickering candles before him. Bonnie stood a few feet away, hands lifted as she chanted softly, her voice calm and steady. Kol leaned casually against the doorframe, watching the scene unfold with a smirk, his arms crossed over his chest.

"Alright, Damon. Try again," Bonnie encouraged, her voice patient yet firm.

Damon clenched his jaw, focusing on the candles. He could feel the power inside him, buzzing under his skin like electricity. He reached out mentally, trying to control it, to direct it at the flames. For a brief moment, the candles flickered, bending to his will.

Then, with a sudden burst, the candles shattered, glass flying across the room as the flames exploded upward, leaving scorch marks on the ceiling. The chandelier above them shook, its crystals clinking together ominously before one of the bulbs shattered raining shards down.

"Damn it!" Damon shouted, his fists clenching at his side. "This is impossible!"

Bonnie took a cautious step toward him. "You're trying too hard. You need to—"

"I don't need to do anything!" Damon snapped, his golden eyes flashing with anger. "This power is useless if I can't control it!"

Kol's smirk faded, his expression softening as he watched Damon's frustration boil over. The usually composed vampire looked truly shaken, his shoulders tense, his jaw set hard.

Damon turned sharply on his heel, storming out of the room before Bonnie could respond. Kol pushed off the wall, giving Bonnie a sympathetic glance before following Damon.

He found him outside, leaning against one of the large pillars on the veranda, his shoulders heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Kol approached quietly, leaning against the pillar beside him.

"You know, you're going to have to learn to control that temper of yours if you don't want to keep blowing things up," Kol teased, his voice light.

Damon let out a humourless laugh, running a hand through his hair. "I don't even know what I am anymore."

Kol's expression softened, his usual mischievous demeanour fading. "You're still you. Just...with a little extra spark."

Damon looked over at him, his new golden eyes dull with exhaustion. "Easy for you to say. You're not an abomination! I'm a vampire with MAGIC! You've had a thousand years to get used to this life without magic. I don't think I can used to this."

Kol sighed, pushing himself off the pillar and standing in front of Damon, his gaze serious. "You're not alone in this. We'll figure this out. Together." He glances at his lips and steps closer.

For a moment, Damon just stared at him, his hand fidgeting with the pendant still hanging around his neck, his defences wavering. Then he looked away, his cheeks warming and shoulders slumping. "I didn't ask for any of this."

Kol smiled softly. "No one ever does."

Meanwhile, in the grand library, Klaus and Elijah were surrounded by piles of ancient books and scrolls, their expressions grave as they combed through the texts. Klaus's fingers traced the faded ink of a particularly old scroll, his eyes narrowing as he read aloud.

"The first Le Rouge... gifted by the gods themselves... powers passed down through the bloodline, growing stronger with each generation," Klaus murmured, his voice low. "Only the men carry the magic, there isn't really anything here."

Elijah looked up, his face thoughtful. "Then Damon's power is a legacy, why hasn't Stefan shown any signs we'll need to talk to Miss Bennett"

Klaus's jaw tightened. "A legacy others will kill to possess or destroy."

A heavy silence fell between them as they realised the magnitude of what Damon was now carrying.

In the sitting room, Bonnie sat on the couch, her head in her hands. Stefan placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, his voice soft. "He's scared, Bonnie. He's lashing out because he's scared, it's what he does."

Bonnie looked up at him, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "I've never seen him like this. It's like he's... losing himself."

"He'll come around," Stefan assured her. "We just have to be patient."

Bonnie managed a small, sad smile. "You're always so sure of him."

Stefan's gaze softened. "He's my brother. I have to be."

Her eyes lingered on his face, noticing the way his worry was etched into every line, the way his shoulders sagged with the weight of his concern. She felt a surge of affection for him, her heart squeezing painfully in her chest.

Her phone buzzed on the table beside them, Elena's name flashing on the screen. Bonnie ignored it, her attention fixed on Stefan.

For now, Elena could wait.

The shadows in the room lengthened as night fell, the Mikaelsons, Bonnie, and Stefan all grappling with the same realisation—Damon's awakening was only the beginning, and a storm was coming that none of them were prepared for.

                

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Sorry for the late chapter been a bit busy today, so you enjoyed it my darlings