Stefan's POV
It was all fun and games until he shot Kylie. My heart quickened with heartbreak, with rage. I didn't want to feel this way. I hated feeling pity or remorse. Right now I felt like my world just ripped apart.
I ran to the hunter and threw his wooden weapons down from him and stabbed the lucky branch into his heart. I ripped him apart, into pieces, his limbs, everything ripped from his body into shreds. I saw the life leave his body, but I was still not satisfied. If anything had happened to Kylie, I would never forgive myself.
I ran to Kylie, her body stiff and limp with no color. She had turned pale and purple cold veins started filling her face.
I felt deep, deep pain inside all over my body. My switch had been flipped back on. But then all the guilt, shame and hurt that I had done, came rushing back.
"Kylie! Kylie, no!" I knelt next to her little body.
Damon shoved me away to get in front of her. "I swear to god if she dies Stefan!'
Damon threw her leather jacket off of her. He ripped off her clothes and searched for the wound. He breathed in groaning and inserted his hand through her chest, grabbing the bullet almost touching her heart, throwing the silver thing on the floor.
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The Baby Salvatore (*EDITING*)
FanfictionKylie Stamon Salvatore. The youngest craziest love-struck Salvatore. She wanted love, life, and everything else that came in the package. She was so beautiful, every boy who looked at her fell deeply in love. But Damon and Stefan, of course, would...
