You know my sister's story. Now it's time you learnt mine.
My name is Stella Gilbert and I am the oldest of the Gilbert children, adopted at the small age of 5. Miranda and Grayson are the only parents I have ever known. Now that they are dead I hav...
Once the car door is shut I head over to the boarding house to see Damon. Not a lot of the others new this but Damon and I where actually great friends.. Most people thought he was a dick and a bad guy and their not wrong, but what they don't know is that he is an amazingly sweet guy. I mean he sometime barges into my house at 2 in the morning for cuddles. Honestly if he was an animal he would be a kola bear.
Damon and I spent the morning watching movies in his room. The both of us curled in in bed with popcorn, crisps and sweets of different kinds spread out amongst us along with a blood bag for Damon. Once he fell asleep halfway though movie seven I use my speed to clean everything up before leaving him a note to tell him I left.
As much as I wanted to do nothing all day I still had to work, which meant my evening was to be spent at my drawing desk, working on some designs for a house I was commissioned to build as well as the blue prints for one of the mansions on the edge of town. It was old and rundown, most likely hadn't been used in ages but it was still gorgeous and if I didn't fix it then it was just going to be torn down. My heart physically hurt at the idea, so I took it on as a personal project of mine.
~~ (time skip)
I wake with a start as I hear the front door open and close. Getting up as quietly as I can I grab the metal bat from under the bed, glancing at the clock I see it's only 1 in the morning. Creeping out the bedroom door I keep the bat raised as I make my way down the steps I follow the sound to the kitchen. "Hey little star." Damon, sighing I lower the bat and glare at him "it's 1am Day what the hell are you doing here?" he turns away from the fridge and faces me. Seeing his expression I walk over to him without question and hug him, wrapping my arms around his waist. I rest my chin on his chest, above his heart, and look up as I whisper to him "what happened Day-Day? You know you can talk to me"
He hugs me back, his arms going around my shoulders and his head reading on mine. He didn't say anything and I wasn't going to push him so we simply stood there until he was ready.
After a while he finally let go but still didn't talk so I took his hand and lead him upstairs. Sitting him on my bed I take off his shoes for him, he lays down as I do and pulls the covers over himself. Once I'm done I walk to the other side of the bed and sit with my back against the headboard with my legs under the blanket. Damon moves closer and rests his head on my lap and I play with his hair. I loved the moments like this in our friendship, the moments where it took on more of a mother - son bond. It was also nice being able to see this side of him. A side he refuses to show to anyone else.
"You ready to talk now sweetie?" my voice takes on a soft maternal edge to it that it always does in time like these. He nods his head slowly, almost shy, "I know Kathrine compelled us when we were human but she always had to compel him to love her and yet I loved her completely without it, made me think she was in a tomb for 146 years and she still chose him. Everyone always picks him. He's my brother and I love him, but no one seems to realize everything I've gone through for him" Damon's voice broke towards then end and my heart shattered.
He had told me about his past with his brother, about how when they were kids Damon would either take the blame when Stefan did something wrong or he would do something worse so that his father would beat him instead of his baby brother or how Stefan had forced Damon to become a vampire. How he lost his first love, Kathrine, because Stefan couldn't keep a secret.
Everyone treated Stefan like he was some kind of saint but truthfully he was worst then Damon when it came to his blood lust, since he was a ripper he had actually killed thrice as many humans as Damon had.
"That's because no one sees how amazing, sweet, kind and loyal you are all they see is that bad guy who doesn't mind collateral damage here and there. You are not second best, not now, not then, not ever and any one who tells you otherwise are some of the stupidest people in the world for wanting to miss out on someone as amazing as you" There is a fierceness in my words that lets him now how truthful I am being and how much I believe those words. I was still playing with his hair when he takes my other hand in his squeezing it slightly "I'll never be second choice to you?" his voice resembles that of a scared child, shaky and quiet, leaning down I place a kiss on his head.
"There's not even a competition"
~~~
We had fallen asleep like that until late the next day. Waking up I look down to see Damon still asleep in my lap and my hand still in his hair, as carefully as I can I lift his head and slide out from under him putting a pillow in my place before grabbing and outfit out of my wardrobe and getting changed. Looking over my outfit I am happy with how I look, going for a casual but semi smart look with my rolled up blue jeans, slightly oversized white shirt with tiny bumble bees and black and brown peep-toe wedges. Standing in front of my mirror I slip on the watch Jeremy had gifted me for a birthday a few years back before putting my hair in a messy bun.
Damon is still asleep when I'm done so I go to the spare room and pull out an outfit for him. I had let him keep some clothes here for occasions like these but in true Damon fashion he had made this room his own, even going as far as to repaint it and add a four poster bed since he just 'had' to have one.
Once I've laid out his clothes on the ottoman at the end of my bed I head down to the kitchen to make us lunch before we head to the grill since I knew we would both be more then hungry enough to eat there as well. Wanting to put Damon in a good mood I make his childhood favorite, he once told me about it and said his mum used to make it for him whenever he was sick or had received a particularly bad beating from his so-called-father, getting everything I would need out I start searching of my heart cookie cutter.
Since Damon came from a more wealthier background most would expect him to have an expensive taste but his favorite food was always more on the simpler side, since they would have been seen as a 'poor mans dish' he wouldn't have it often growing up, so the more simple things became his luxury.
Once breakfast is done I plate it up and set everything out on the table, along with the extra plate of bacon and sausages in the center, I had to keep up with my wolf appetite. Picking up Damon's jacket from where he obviously just through it yesterday I place it over the back of his chair.
Turning around to shout out to Damon I end up letting out a scream when I find him only a few steps away from me, fully dressed. "Damon I swear to God, how many times do I have to tell you not to do that" he just gives me his usual cocky smirk, the one the never fails to make me want to hit him over the back of the head, before walking past me to his seat, kissing my cheek as he goes. "You made eggs in a basket? in a heart" he smiles up at me with child-like glee not wasting another second before digging in.
A/N
Stella's outfit.
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for those who don't know what eggs in a basket is, its basically and egg cooked in the middle of a piece of bread...
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edited : 22nd 11/20
(only slight edit since I forgot Kathrine got out of the tomb after the tea party not before. )
