Forever Yours - Damon Salvatore

29 - For Whom The Bells Toll

"To Uncle Steve"

Everyone in the Grill raises their shot glasses, before repeating "To Uncle Steve" They then down their shots, then wait for someone else to ring the bell to a family member, as a excuse to take yet another shot.

"This town always so upbeat about dead people ?" Stefan questions, wiping his mouth with the back of hand, his eyes darting between Damon and Amelia.

Stefan still has no memories, so Damon and Amelia are trying to help him get them back, which so far hasn't really worked out well. His journals aren't helping, and just to prove Damon was the fun Salvatore Brother, the two went and crashed a car they stole. When she found out, Amelia was more angry she was invited to join them, then she was that they stole and crashed a car.

"No" Amelia answers "Though, I wouldn't mind if this became the regular tradition when someone died. It happens often enough in this town"

Damon rolls his eyes at her, though not entirely disagreeing with the idea "Well, in the theme of morbid town tradition, you go back to the 1820's when everyone was so paranoid about the cholera thing that they would occasionally bury a body before it's time"

The youngest Salvatore furrowed his brow in confusion "So, we have a holiday dedicated to burying people alive ?"

"Well, they were so paranoid that they would actually request to be with a string attached to a bell above ground, and then the whole family would hang around the grave for 24 hours in hopes of hearing the bell and that their loved ones would come back, but now it's just really - it's a really kick ass excuse to get hammered" Damon explains in detail, and Amelia smirks and gets to her feet, walking over to the bell.

"To my Sister Candice" She called, ringing the bell a couple of times, smirking over at Stefan and Damon who looked at her amused.

"To Sister Candice" The Grill members chorused back, raising a shot in the air before downing it.

She then skipped back to the table, and sitting in Damon's lap instead of her chair, and it didn't seem to bother him. When a waitress approaches, she begins to pick up the empty shot glasses on their table, she gives them all kind smiles. All the time, Stefan stares at the pulsing vein in her neck, which the couple notice him doing immediately.

"Hey, we'd love another round please" The Evans girl asked politely, knowing they needed to get her away from Stefan, and the waitress gave a small nod and smile.

"Sure thing" She answers, before walking off toward the bar, Stefan staring after her the entire time.

Finally snapping out of it, he looks at Damon "What the hell was that ?"

"That, my brother, was you jonesing for something a little stronger then a blood bag" Damon tells him, but Stefan doesn't seem to find the problem in that.

"So, what's the problem ?" He questions "You spent the whole day trying to convince me I'm a Vampire. I'm convinced. Let me act like one"

Amelia shakes her head "Sorry buddy, but no, and it is for good reason"

"As, unfortunately, Stefan, there are two types of Vampires in the world, okay ? There are those that can handle moderation, then there is you" The Eldest tells him.

"Well, I'm no shrink" Stefan begins.

Amelia narrows her eyes at him "Right. What's your point ?"

"Maybe killing our Father and turning into a Vampire and all the trauma associated with that is what made me become a Vampire who feeds on people and rips their heads off, but now I don;t have all those memories and all that guilt, maybe the Ripper thing won't be such a problem" And while they see the logic in his words, there was no way they were going along with it.