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Reagan's body shook as he brought his knees to his chest.
He looked around the now empty bar with wide eyes, shaking his head as he looked at the bodies on the ground.
He didn't mean to. He really didn't mean to. When he went into the Mystic Grill he didn't mean to kill anyone.
The bar was hardly full, barely six people in the room.
Reagan had came in like he did everyday, he ordered a drink, he sat down. He smiled at the woman at the end of the bar.
He didn't know what happened. Well, maybe, he did. Maybe, he just, well, he didn't realize it was happening. He didn't think, he didn't realize.
But the woman's neck had snapped so easily under his touch, and then the other people started yelling at him, and they were so loud. Reagan hated the loud, and he didn't even remember killing the others in the bar.
The incubus took a shaky breath, hot tears pouring down his face as he sat in the middle of the bar.
He reached into his pocket, grabbing his phone and pressing it to his ear with a small cry.
"Reagan?"
At the sound of Stefan's voice, more tears fell down the demons face.
"I didn't mean to. You have to know that-"
"Reagan, what did you do?"
"I'm at the grill."
The line went dead and Reagan dropped the phone to the ground, leaning back against the bar.
"You did it again," Reagan hissed at himself as he banged his head back against the bar. "You did it again."
The demon pressed his palms to his eyes, his face contorted into a nasty sob as he shook his head.
"Reagan." Stefan gaped at the scene, bodies scattered around the incubus. "Reagan, what did you do?" Stefan's voice wasn't angry like it had been on the phone, but it was filled with worry.
He was angry at the thought of more people dying, but seeing that state Reagan was in made all the anger morph into pure and utter worry.
Stefan knew Reagan, and he knew the demon was too smart for his own good. He was cunning, and he was not sloppy, and he wasn't one to kill carelessly. Not in public without a plan, or without someone to cover his tracks.
"What did you do?" Stefan repeated quietly.
"I just keep hurting people." Reagan's tear filled eyes met Stefan's, the incubus shaking his head as he cried. "I can't stop hurting people."
"Hey," Stefan rushed over to the demon. "Hey, you're going to be okay."
Reagan shook his head as Stefan pulled him into a tight hug. The Salvatore could feel him shaking, closing his eyes as he also felt tears threatening to fall.
"I'm so sorry," Reagan sobbed. "I'm trying."
"I know," Stefan whispered as a deep frown fell on his face. "I know, it's okay. It isn't your fault."
Stefan's eyes couldn't help but trail to the bodies as he held Reagan closer, a heavy weight pressing on his chest.
"It isn't your fault."
"Are you sure?" Bonnie looked at Stefan with sympathetic eyes, the brunet nodding softly.
"It doesn't have to be like this," Damon grimaced. "We can find another way."
"And how long will that take?" Stefan asked tiredly. "How many more people will he kill before we figure it out?"
The three all felt the tension in the room, Stefan running a hand over his face tiredly.
"How do we do this?"
"Well," Bonnie opened up the book in her hands. "You have to dip a stake in the blood of the one they love most."
"Who does he love?" Damon furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.
"Give me the stake," Stefan pursed his lips.
Bonnie opened her mouth to ask questions, but thought against it as she handed over the wood.
Stefan placed the stake in a bowl, biting into his arm as he let the blood spill all over the wood.
"It has to be in the stomach, and when he's most vulnerable," Bonnie mumbled as she closed the book.
"I'll do it."
"Stefan-"
"I said I'll do it," the brothers glared at each other. "I owe it to him."
"It doesn't have to be like this," Damon tried to reason with his brother. "There's always another way."
"He is hating himself," Stefan shouted. "He is trying so hard, that every time he hurts somebody he can't hold it together. He is hating the way he's living."
"But he's trying, Stefan."
"And it's killing him," the green eyed Salvatore whispered tiredly. "He doesn't want to stop, and trying to is killing him."
"This isn't his fault," Bonnie sighed.
"I know," Stefan nodded. "This is best for everyone."
"Not for you," Damon glared. "You care about him, Stefan."
"That's why I'm doing this," the brunet told his brother angrily. "I am doing this for him."
"And if you can't go through with it?"
"I can."
And Stefan meant it. Because he knew Reagan was suffering with the guilt he was carrying, and he knew it was crushing him.
So, he would be the one to rid Reagan Graves of his pain.
