On My Own (TVD Series)

The Vengeful Anchor

Damon's POV

Sitting in the living room with Elena hovering over me, we stared at Stefan, who was now awake from sleeping in his own bed after three months drowning in the quarry. With Lauren still at Whitmore, Elena kept her in the loop with Amara just in case she noticed anything different due to Qetsiyah who was still holding a grudge on Stefan since he stabbed her trying to escape her cabin. 

With emotions and memories coming back, Stefan sat across from me holding a glass in his hands.

"October 1852," I asked.

"You broke my nose trying to teach me how to throw a right hook. And then tough Lauren, who ended up cracking her knuckles which resulted in a scar between her second and third knuckle."

"Well, that wasn't on purpose...look at the two of you now."

"Yeah...aiming our right hooks to your jawline." Stefan chuckled.

"Second...how much did you pay for that hunk of junk motorcycle that you ride?"

"Ah...trick question. You bought me that hunk of junk, which I'm guessing was pretty expensive."

Leaning back on my chair, I looked over at Elena, who seemed quite impressed by the accuracy of his memories.

"So, let me get this straight. Tesse gave you back your memories, no strings attached?"

"Well, it wasn't exactly a gift. Everything came in all at once, from blowing out the candles on my first birthday cake to...drowning in a safe."

Noticing Stefan's eyes wandering off into the distance, I gazed over at his hand which clenched tightly around the glass before shattering into pieces and onto the floor.

"Whoa! Easy there, Buddy." I sighed.

"Stefan?"

"Uh...all of that, and I still can't remember my own strength. Hmm."

Nodding my head slowly, I reached over to the coffee table for my drink when a loud thud comes down from the basement.

"What was that noise?

"Well...you know, last night we sort of-"

"We have a situation." Elena blurted out.

"...of the doppelganger variety."

"Katherine?" Stefan asked.

"Nope...not Katherine, but it would be sure of a hell of a lot easier to deal with her than what's in the basement."

Chugging down my bourbon, I rose up from my seat taking Stefan down with me to the basement as Elena headed back to Whitmore for her classes. With every step that we took down the stairs, the thuds got louder and louder followed by Amara's voice echoing between the walls.

"I don't know!"

"What's wrong with her?" Stefan asked as he stood at the door watching her.

"Tessa turned her into a block of rock, left her in a box for 2,000 years, probably went a little stir crazy."

"A little?"

"Well...at least we know that she turned out to be like those deserted island guys who talk to volleyballs," I mumbled.

"I said I don't know!"

"So, you're telling me that this girl is the only thing holding together the other side?"

"Yep. She's the anchor."

"Leave me alone."

"As long as she's alive, the other side exists, and I can keep trying to work out my plan."