Samantha returns back to Mystic Falls to help her sister after her parents death. Unexpected, mysterious things started happening in the tiny town. Sudden death, bite marks, and people drained of blood appear. Sam's world has been a dull grey since...
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I stand next to Elena, glancing inside the cell that Stefan is now locked up in. His back is facing us as he lays down on a cot and I wrap my arms around the bars, squeezing them tightly.
"It's so hard to see him locked up like this," Elena comments, letting out a sigh full of shame.
"You're the one who locked him up," Damon points out, standing behind us with his arms crossed over his chest.
"You helped," my sister retorts harshly, shooting him a glare over her shoulder.
"I couldn't have him chewing on people while the town was looking for vampires now, could I?" he points out with a firm tone.
"It had nothing to do with you actually caring about him," my sister speaks harshly, and I gently nudge her shoulder. She lowers her eyebrows with confusion, and I shoot her a firm glance.
"Your thing, not mine," Damon shakes his head with denial, scrunching up his nose. I follow Damon upstairs and I place my hands on my hips, my eyes meeting his.
"What is it now?" he scoffs out with annoyance, and I raise an eyebrow with interest.
"Nothing, but you do realize that you're stuck with me and Elena, right?" I ask and his raven hair falls down into the front of his face, framing it.
"It's more like I'm babysitting both of you," he comments with a sarcastic tone, pouring the dark bourbon into the glass on the coffee table.
"Babysitting, seriously?! I'm an adult and you don't know the first thing about babysitting," I retort harshly and he lets out a tiny chuckle.
"Just stay up here with Elena. Stefan's being dramatic," Damon warns me, putting on his leather jacket and leaving out the front door.
I glance over my sister, sitting down on the loveseat with her eyes glued onto a book. I quietly slip down into the basement where a bottle of blood sits on the ground outside the cell where Stefan is.
"Now, you may be able to fool my sister, but I don't back down so easily," I announce, pushing open the cell door and slamming it shut behind me. Stefan's eyes widen and I twirl around the bottle of blood in my hand.
Stefan lets out a loud scoff and rolls his eyes with annoyance, standing onto his feet. "I don't want it," he argues with me as I hold the bottle out towards him.
"Damn it, Stefan. Why are you making harder on everyone else, including my sister who loves you very much?" I ask and he breathes heavily, his eyes growing dark.
He slaps the bottle out of my hand and I gasp loudly at the sudden movement.
"Why are you doing this?" I shake my head with denial and he runs his hands over his face, sitting down on the cot.
"You have to feed in order to complete the transition to becoming a vampire," Stefan informs me and I bob my head, taking a seat down next to him.
"I know that. What are you talking about?" I ask with confusion and his eyes dart around, searching for a reasonable answer.
"I fed on my own father and then I came back...I forced Damon to feed. The reason he's a vampire is because of me, he didn't want to become one. He wanted to die," Stefan announces with a weak voice and my jaw drops open.
"How could you do that to him?" I ask, standing up and backing away from him. Stefan lowers his head with shame and he fiddles with his hands.
"Sam, I know what I did was wrong, okay? I can't change it now," he mumbles out and my mind ponders for a moment.
Everything that Damon has done to Stefan, he's had a perfectly good reason for. Why he hates him and why he punishes him, it all makes sense now.
"God, you made us all think that Damon was the bad one. Well, you sure as hell had me fooled, Stefan," I retort harshly with disappointment, rushing out of the cell. I sprint up the stairs and come to a sudden stop as my eyes lock onto Damon standing in the living room with a proud grin on his face.
"So, you've finally found out the truth," Damon remarks and my eyes dart nervously around the room, searching for a way out of this conversation.
"I thought you left," I mumble out, lowering my head with shame. He lets out a tiny chuckle that fills the room and he presses his lips together.
"I did," he replies dryly, turning his back on me. I sink down into the couch and cover my face with my hands, letting out an annoyed groan.
