The Third Salvatore (TVD Season 1)

Chapter 11

      Dedicating this chapter to Sonali, my bestie, who says she likes this fanfic and inspires me to imagine.

Hardin's pov:

My eyes fly open. I try to pull up my body but it doesn't help me back. My whole body pains. And Hunger. Hunger buzzing in my ear, my lungs throbbing. I drag myself to lay by the wall. What place it this. My eyes scan the dirty room. A Cellar. I try to stand up but fall on my arse. I scream out.

"Fuck!"

"Hello Brother." A voice calls from outside. I clench my teeth crouching on the ground.

"How dare you, bastard?" I yell, my voice laced with pain.

"You're nagging. I was angrier when they locked me." Damon says louder this time. I frown. He's in the cellar next to mine.

"You're locked too? Stefan locked both us down here, in our house?" I ask clutching my pounding head. "How?"

"Spiked Caroline's drink with vervain so that-" He starts coughing violently.

"And he musy have injected or spiked Ruby's drink. I remember going to her. That arsehole!" I slam my fist on the ground.

"Save your strength, brother. If you don't want to get all gray soon." Damon says quitely. Just then we hear footsteps and Stefan's face appears through the door's peek hole.

"Seriously, Stefan? Locking your brothers up in a cellar? And your chick was yelling at my face calling me trouble." I glare.

"I did what I had to do. To protect Elena, to protect everyone." Stefan says. Damon snorts in the next cellar. "Would you ever get tired of playing Saint? Do you really think evil is gone?" Stefan walks away from my cell.

"Yes, Damon, the headline reads,  "Deadly Beast Captured, All is well in Mystic Falls." Stefan says.

"So you want to kill us now?" I wipe at the stickiness of my face. Just then i notice my fingers.

"Stefan, where's my ring?" I ask loudly. "Won't be needing it anymore." Stefan look sternly at me from the hole. I roll my eyes.

"How long have I been here?" I ask. Its Damon who answers. "Two days. Three in my case." 

"The fuck-"

"During the dark ages when a vampire's actions threatened to expose or bring harm upon the-" Stefan starts but I cut in between.

"Are you bloody serious? You know what will happen if I don't feed on blood."  I can sense the fear in my voice.

"You'll grow weaker and weaker. Eventually you won't be able to move or speak. In a week your skin will desiccate, and you'll mummify. A living corpse. Unable to hurt anyone. Ever." Stefan says unmoved. My eyes widen at him.

"What have I done to deserve this, Stefan?" I say angrily. "You hate Damon, he wants to bang your girl, I get it-"

"Shut up, dick." Damon groans.

"...but me?" I finish ignoring Damon.

"You killed three girls yesterday, Hardin! I won't allow it!" Stefan snaps at me.

"But I took care of their bodies, Stefan!" I growl. "And don't give me that look. If you want this pathetic town to be vampire-free, lock yourself  in here too."

Stefan just looks stern. "So what, you're just going to leave us in the basement, forever?" Damon asks.

"I've injected you with enough vervain to keep you weak. Once your circulation stops, I'll move you to the family crypt, and then in 50 years, we can reevaluate." Stefan answers.