brothers weakness | salvatore

iii.

chapter ii .
the salvatore's

i hear harsh whispering as i slowly come back to my senses. i begin to stir but settled just as quickly when i felt a hand running its fingers through my hair. i sighed comfortably, settling back against the person i had fallen asleep on and slowly let myself drift off to the feeling of jeremy's hands on my hair.

not even two hours after i had fallen back asleep i wake up to the sound of a car parking. i stood, lazily rubbing my eye while i looked around the room. the cute guy, jeremy was still in the same spot as he had been before, leaning against the couch with a hand over the edge.
elena, bonnie and a blonde named caroline were on the other couch while the weird blonde named matt had apparently left during my nap.

"good morning, ain't it?" i smirked, elena scoffed and caroline gave me a look meanwhile bonnie seemed as if she was straining to hard while trying to read me.

i sighed.

i glanced back to jeremy who was now sitting comfortably against the couch, he gave me a small smile as he studied my face but the moment he realized i caught his looks he glanced away. i laughed softly.

our attention was brought to the door the moment it opened and my two sexy best friends walked right in.

"alright," the raven haired man huffed with a roll of his eyes "where is this girl you were bitching about on the phone—" damon is quickly cut off when he sees me standing up. he looks at me in disbelief, trying to get words out if his mouth. stefan on the other hand looks at me in confusion, tears quickly filling his eyes

"elizabeth" they mumble in sync. we sped towards each other quickly and the next thing i know, i was being crushed in a sandwich hug between both brothers.

i was in between them while damon stood in front of me, his face in the crook of my neck while his arms wrapped around my waist tightly, just how i like it. i could already feel his breath hitching. he was trying not to cry to keep up with his (somewhat) fake persona he always displayed. i let out a breath i didn't know i was holding, reality hitting me like a slap in the face, i really did miss them.

stefan on the other hand was hugging me from behind, one arm was around my waist, right in the bottom of my chest while his other arm was on damons back, grabbing my hand. his face is on my shoulder letting me feel his tears sliding down my arm, making me squeeze his hand, bringing them closer to my body if that was even possible.
i tried whispering soothing words in their ears, trying to remind them that i am never leaving them behind again, but even i knew the damage had already been done.

we remained in that position for what seemed like forever before we were rudely interrupted by a cough. we slowly moved away from the other as the brothers wiped their face clean of tears.

we turned to face the source and once realizing it was elena i rolled my eyes, she had a dumb look of anger behind her demeanor. its almost as if she couldn't believe the attention wasn't on herself.

"damon, what was that?" the kid more so demanded rather than asked, damon glanced at me for approval and i flashed him a small smile, nodding in agreement. it was now or never.

"well," he drawled, "this is elizabeth, she's been our best friend for a few decades, at least it had been before she left..." i winced at the backhanded comment, stefan hissed lowly but i held his arm to keep him from saying anything. i knew i deserved that and much worse. damon cleared his throat, almost regretting his words before continuing "she helped us through our transformation, had been one of the most important people in our life besides katherine. elizabeth, she—" damon paused, his jaw clenched as he glanced down to the floor,
stefan continued for him, yet not even his words could bring comfort to my aching heart. "she helped us through a big stage in our life, she means a lot to both damon and i so we'd appreciate it if you could make an effort to get to know her." stefan gave the group of children a strained smile as damon's glum look turned to something more sinister.

"our last encounter was actually," he faked a thoughtful look as he brought a finger to his chin, "1995 i believe, now that—that was a day." he chuckled, "we had sneaked into her room that night and she was having one of those—what do you call them? wet dreams?" damon questioned, he smirked as his eyes trailed over to me, giving me a look as if asking for my approval of the word usage. i glared, i did not for a second believe what was coming out of his mouth. that son of a bitch.

"saint stefan here decided it'd be a good idea to wake her up with a not so little surprise, because obviously she had been—" in a blink of an eye i had slapped a hand on damon's mouth, my face becoming somewhat flushed at the memory, similar to stefan's own expression.

elena had a look of shock while caroline gapped, clearly not expecting the turn in events.
jeremy glanced at the brothers, a clear look of distaste residing on his face. it was obvious he tried to mask it, he glanced away and back at the small coffee table as he clenched his jaw.

i removed my hand from damon's mouth, his eyes were staring directly at me as he memorized every feature on my face, the smirk no longer present on his face.

if i had known how much it would have hurt them maybe i wouldn't have left. especially not damon, damon's always been the most emotionally vulnerable—even if he's never showed it. i had promised myself and him i would never do anything to jeopardize what we had yet i went against every moral in my body and did just that.

i swallowed dryly, the same feeling i had all those years ago coming back to me. i wanted to run. but i knew i couldn't, not anymore. i broke the contact before turning and grabbing my bags, glancing at the brothers who's faces displayed the same emotion they possibly felt when they had realized i was gone. "lets go upstairs" i whispered, i gave them a look as if saying we need to talk. they gave me a small nod, their shoulders dropping once more in relief.

"i'm off to bed."
"she's staying with me." they voiced, the brothers faced each other, confusion twisted into their features, "with me." damon stated once more, stefan shook his head "i always have dibs." he gave damon a look, one i knew all too well, and it was true, stefan usually slept with me every chance he could because he'd have bad nightmares that wouldn't let him rest, although damon always sneaked into the bed in the middle of the night. i don't even want to know how stefan's made it these years.

damon opened his mouth once more, and knowing it was something he would regret saying i stepped in and put a hand on his chest, "we can plan it upstairs. lets go." i demanded.
"been a while since we've had a sleepover anyways" i muttered as i took their hands and guided them to my claimed room.