Vampire Diaries Sickfics

Original Torture Does Not Make For A Happy Damon

Request for super sick and weak Damon, needs little bro Stefan's help by Louistopslilo209 . SPOILERS: SEASON 3! Enjoy!
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Damon ran at full vampire speed, knowing the original behind him was right on his tale. "I won't mess with them again." He yelled, his voice hoarse with how many times he had yelled at the vampire following him.

He collided hard with something, only instead of falling he was grabbed by throat and shoved up hard against a tree behind him. "Stop!" He groaned weakly, as the original's other hand pummeled his stomach and rib cage rapidly.

"You threatened my doppelgänger, you will pay the price." Niklaus snapped angrily. He was tempted to bite Damon, but opted to torture him instead.

Damon spit out a mouthful of blood, as he struggled to fight back from the hybrid's too tight grip.

Niklaus got bored quickly, snapping Damon's neck in two and effectively killing the vampire for a short time.

Damon's eyes rolled back into his head, as he went limp. His body was flung into a further away tree, a sickening crunch as his ribs shattered at the blow. When he finally came to, it was dark out and he was in agony.

He pulled out his phone, cursing softly, when he saw a shattered screen that didn't work. He struggled to his feet, gasping loudly as his knees buckled and he lurched forward, spraying blood all over the ground from his lips.

"Damnit... Klaus!" He ground out, collapsing unconscious once again.

"Damon! Stefan, I found him!" Caroline yelled, darting to Damon's side.

"How is he?" Stefan asked, running up at vamp speed. "He should've never gone up against Klaus alone." He said, clearly berating himself.

"Stefan, he is not doing well, focus." Caroline said firmly. She carefully lifted Damon's limp body, handed him to Stefan, and sped off.

Stefan stood confused for a moment, like he had been given something he had no idea its purpose or necessities. He shook his head, and ran towards home, being careful not to run his older brother into anything along the way.

As he went to lay Damon down on a couch in the living room, Damon shot upright, gasping and groaning simultaneously. "Where is he?" He demanded hoarsely, looking around frantically, but not really registering where he was. He wrapped his arms around his stomach and ribs protectively, as his eyes changed from the pain.

"Damon, he's gone. What did he do to you?" Stefan asked, hearing his brother's ribs grinding against the pressure.

"Shattered my ribs, broke my neck... oh god..." Damon groaned, as he hiccuped hard and blood spilled from his lips freely for moment and stopped, only dripping small drips from his lips.

"Whoa... What's with the random regurgitation? Bad blood?" Stefan asked, disappearing and reappearing with dark towels in his arms. He cleaned up the blood off the couch and floor, handing an extra towel to Damon, in an effort to help stop the next spilling of blood.

Damon shook his head, letting go of his ribs with a groan, and barely got the towel open before hiccuping and regurgitating more blood onto the towel. "No, I have only been doing this since going up against Klaus." He admitted, not wanting Stefan to know he had been regurgitating blood since the day had started.

"Liar... I know for a fact you were sick this morning too." Stefan hissed, a look of disapproval crossing his features.

Damon groaned again, relieved when he didn't get sick again. "You're right, I was sick this morning. I thought I hid it better." He admitted weakly, wadding up his dirty towel and opening a new one.