Brock was roaming around the woods behind the Salvatore boarding house. He didn't exactly know why. But sweat was glistening on his forehead and he felt like he was on fire. He ripped his shirt off and began running. The wood breeze that blew past him as he passed dozens of trees felt as good as it was gonna get.
It happened every month. Every month he felt like he was on fire, a rage burning inside him. It scared him. Maybe that's why he tried to keep such a calm exterior when he was around his siblings. They'd think he was a freak, even more so than being the half sibling.
His mother told him his father died. Was that true? He'd never know. She was long dead, along with the answers he so desperately needed.
Brock pulse was wild when he finally made it back to the house.
Archer was in the kitchen drinking a glass of water. He spotted his brother, and for the first time in a long time, he frowned. "What are you doing out?" He glanced out the window, "On a full moon, no less."
"Concern." Brock responded calmly, he was thankful Archer couldn't hear how hard his heart was beating against his ribcage. "Looks good on you."
"This isn't a joke, Alison worries about you, and so do I."
Brock laughed, a bitter sound. "Because I'm the outcast, right? The black sheep of the family."
"Bro, Max was just playing around when he said that. You know that." Archer's eyebrows shifted, as he gave him a hard look.
This was not the Archer everyone knew.
"Yea, you're right. I'm sorry, ok? I just can't take that you all worry about me when I should be the one worrying."
Archer quirked a brow. "Do tell why you have to worry."
"Alison's a damn vampire, killing other vampires," He began, his voice rose an octave, "Max can't be serious for one minute, he makes sick jokes that any psychiatrist would have a hay day treating. You, instead of dealing with your feelings, flirt around and bed any girl that looks your way..."
"Yea? What about you, Brockwell." Uh oh. Archer only used their full names when he was pissed. And by the angry sheen in his eyes, he was furious. "How do you deal? By going out at odd hours of the night? By pretending like you're the only one dealing with your emotions properly."
"Easy, Arch." Brock held up his hands as a sign of retreat, and sighed. "I'm sorry. You're right. I'm not dealing either."
Archer shook his head, he was still pissed but he was also too tired to argue any further. "Whatever, man. I'm going to bed. I suggest you do the same."
He did, passing out on the couch.
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Alison's hunger woke her up at 3:34 am. She didn't wake up groggy or drowsy, she just woke up. Damon was asleep next to her in the bed. She slapped a hand over her mouth to stop the surprised gasp. Did he really climb into... his bed...Righty. She shook her head, this was his bed not hers.
She threw the covers off her legs and tried to slowly inch her way out of bed.
"Morning, princess." Damon place a hand on her leg, which prevented her from moving any further. His fingers were hot on her leg, burning. She tried to pry his fingers off her but he was older and stronger. "Where are you going?"
"Get off me." She paused, "I'm hungry. I didn't eat yesterday."
His eyes were still closed as he smirked, "You should really work on you blood intake."
"Excuse me, you're the one who dragged into a werewolf infested mountain."
"You could have said no." She groaned. "Easy, girl. Here." He held out his arm. Even him being a vampire, her fangs extended. "It's not the same as human blood but it'll fill your stomach."
