The Salvatore brothers sickfics

Damon - protecting you

request: Damon tries to save Stefan from being robbed, but gets stabbed in the process.

"I know you have it. All you have to do, is to simply hand it over to me, and I'll let you live. If you choose to not hand it over, then I will kill you and then take it myself."

The man smirked evilly and blocked the way in front of Stefan, who was nervously watching as the man came closer.

"I don't have the map. I already told you." Stefan said. The man, some vampire that Stefan had never met before, chuckled meanly. Stefan wasn't sure who was older or younger of the two of them. Sure, he was almost a few centuries old himself, but that was he was still considered a young vampire, and his 17-year old look didn't make it any better either.

"Funny how you think I believe that. And funny how you are so stupid to lie in front of me." The man threw himself at Stefan, throwing a punch at his right eye. Stefan fell to the ground and his sight blurred. The vampire leant over him and was getting ready to stab him with a stake, but just then he was pushed away.

There were grunts and groans. Punches and bones breaking. Stefan heard it all while gathering himself to get up. And just as he raised his head from the ground, he saw Damon on top of the vampire. It all went so fast. The punch. The hit. Then the stake, which was pushed into Damon's chest.

"NO!" Stefan screamed, stumbling up from the ground and using every single ounce of strength that he had to push the vampire into the forest to the old Lockwood property. He pushed the vampire into the vervain watered well, all in the matter of seconds. Then he sped back to the quiet town square, where Damon was still groaning in pain on the ground.

Stefan dropped to his knees beside him and took a hold of Damons weak hand.

"Don't leave me, Damon. Don't. Please don't." Stefan had started crying and Damon gave a weak smile, raising his hand to rub Stefan's cheek gently.

"I was just protecting you," Damon whispered. "I will always protect you, little brother." 

Stefan told himself that he needed to get the stake out of Damon's chest, and took a firm hold of it. He counted to three in his head, then pulled, making Damon yell and scream.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Stefan panicked, ripping open the skin of his wrist with his fangs and pressing it to Damons mouth. Damon shook his head, pushing the arm away.

"Your blood won't let me gain anymore strength than my own will. But losing it will make you weaker, so you should keep it for yourself." Damon smiled. "You're bruised. Let me see your face."

Damon's eyes showed concern, and Stefan lowered his head for Damon to do whatever he liked. Damon ran his thumb over Stefans still-bruising eye and cheekbone and Stefan winced in pain and jerked away. Damon opened his arms, inviting Stefan for a hug. Stefan accepted and laid with Damon for a while.

There they were. The two of them laying in the middle of the town square in the middle of the night, reliving the sensitive memories of the past.