The Hunter (Vampire Diaries Fan Fiction)

Sam vs. Elena

We rushed over to the Salvatore house. Hoping that Stefan was okay, or at least I was hoping. Damon was acting like this happened on a regular bases, which I really doubted.

We walked into the house, and heard screams of pain. I followed the noise into the kitchen.

I turned the corner to find Stefan leaning over the counter while Matt was trying to get the shards if wood out of his back.

"Matt, Matt! Stop!" I said trying to get him to step away from Stefan. They both looked up at me, half relieved and half confused. It took him awhile to realize what I said, but Matt finally step away.

"I've been trying to get all the pieces out for an hour." He said sounding exhausted.

"It's fine, but putting you hands on vampire wounds just makes it worse. And you said they were stakes not shards!" I said walking over to Stefan.

"Are you okay" I asked Stefan, putting my hand on his check. His face was red and sweaty. I looked behind him at his back, but I wish I hadn't.

It was bloody and scratched up, with wood pieces big and small sticking out of his skin. Plus burn marks all down the way.

"Revain?" I asked to no one in particular.

"Mh hmm." Stefan said with a painful tone.

"Damon!" I called out.

"What?" He called from the door way.

"I need some thing's."

"Like?" He asked

"Like a full bottle of whisky, baking soda, tweezers, a bottle of lotion, a bowl and spoon. Oh! And 1 jar of grape jelly. It has to be grape!" I said with one breath.

All three of the boys stopped and stared at me with utter confusion.

"Okay" I said putting my hands on my hips "You guys can either stand there with blank expressions like a bunch of idiots, OR you can stop staring and go get those things!" I said forcefully.

And it worked pretty well, because they immediately started to look for the items I asked for.

It didn't take them very long to get all the items, which I found very praiseworthy. I took the tweezers and started pulling out the larger wood pieces.

"Okay Damon take the whiskey and dump half of it out." I said without hesitation.

Damon looked at me as if I asked him to shoot his favorite childhood dog. He looked at me, then the bottle, me, the bottle. I should have guessed that asking Damon to pour out a bottle of alcohol was going to be difficult. But I didn't think to much of it, so I just put my attention back to Stefan.

As I was pulling out the wood I looked up to find Damon chugging down the whiskey.

"Damon!!" I shouted "it's just whiskey! Let it go!" I said wide eyed.

He looked at me and paused his drinking. "Really? This is a 50 year old whiskey and I am NOT just going to pour it down the drain." He said determined

I gave him a disgusted look. "So your going to pick a 50 year old whiskey over your own brother" I yelled at him.

It took Damon awhile to decide his next move. As if this decision was hard. It took all my will power not to slap him across face.

"Damon!" I screamed in frustration.

"Okay, okay!" He said turning the bottle up side down and emptying the liquid to the half way mark.

"Thanks brother!" Stefan grumbled in a pissed off tone.