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Post by Stefan Salvatore on Oct 4, 2014 11:10:49 GMT -6
'It's too late'
Those words rang in Stefan's ears. It was too late to save his brother. It had hit Stefan like a ton bricks but had yet to fully sink in. It couldn't be true, it couldn't be. Damon, his brother finally had everything that he ever wanted and now it was all gone in a flash.
After telling Caroline that he wanted to be left alone. He needed to be left alone. This was his brother, the one person who he had known his whole life, gone.
And it was his fault.
Sitting on the stone stool, his hands running through his hair as tears brimmed in his eyes.
Post by Damon Salvatore on Oct 4, 2014 11:18:37 GMT -6
Elena's cries still echoed in his head as he walked away from her. His heart ached, but he had meant every word he had said. He had lived the life he wanted because she had loved him.
Now he was about to do the second hardest thing he had ever done: say goodbye to his brother. Damon let out a harsh breath, sitting down next to Stefan.
He knee his brother couldn't hear him or see him, but this was something he needed to do. Something he needed to do to be able to move on.
"Dont be getting mushy on me now, Stef," he spoke. He squinted one eye to look up at the sky and sighed.
Post by Stefan Salvatore on Oct 4, 2014 11:24:57 GMT -6
Stefan's body slowly swayed rocking on his feet, his hands clamped together as his head was lowered facing the ground. He could still hear the cries of realization as to what had happened. He could hear Caroline calling out for Luke and Liv, but Stefan knew they were gone.
It was too late to start the spell again, Stefan wasn't stupid. He knew what this all meant. That his brother was stuck on the other side and there was nothing that he could do.
It should have been him, not Damon. Letting out a sigh as he slowly raised his head.
Post by Stefan Salvatore on Oct 4, 2014 11:38:36 GMT -6
His fingers played together, tapping each other in unison as he fought back any and all tears that were threatening to break free. Feeling a grip on his shoulder, he craned his head expecting to find someone standing behind him.
But there was no one there.
He perked up a bit as he span his head in the opposite direction and still no one was there. He then turned his head to his shoulder to see the indent mark in his jacket.
Post by Damon Salvatore on Oct 4, 2014 11:47:54 GMT -6
Damon couldn't help but laugh at the way Stefan reacted. He threaded his fingers together, leaning forward. He paused, then bent down to pick up a rock. He tossed it in the air, and then threw it at Stefan.
"Calm down, Casanova." He chuckled then stood up to stand in front of Stefan. He placed his hands in his pockets, shifting slightly in place.
"I'm sorry Stefan. For not being the big brother you needed...that you deserved."
Post by Stefan Salvatore on Oct 4, 2014 11:53:31 GMT -6
Stefan heard a snap of a twig as he swirled around to see his brother. He knew he was there but he just couldn't see him.
"....Damon?" he called out to his brother again.
Spinning around again something hit him square in the neck, he hand reached up to cup his neck as a sharp pain throbbed in the spot. He glanced down to see the rock next to his foot.
"Ass" he grumbled with a light chuckle.
But then if fell silent again.
"Damon....Why didn't you...Why couldn't you...." he couldn't finish his sentence.
Post by Stefan Salvatore on Oct 4, 2014 12:09:53 GMT -6
Stefan longed to hear his brother's voice but it was not meant to be. Never did he ever think it would end this way, it was always the Salvatore brothers, but now it was just the Salvatore brother. It shouldn't be like this.
"I will find a way Damon....I won't give up" he promised.
Finding a way to bring his brother back was practically impossible. But Stefan couldn't give up, he would find a way.
Post by Damon Salvatore on Oct 4, 2014 12:18:35 GMT -6
"I know Stefan..." He paused then reached out to rest his hand against his shoulder once again.
"Take care of them," He said softly. He opened his mouth to say something more, but then he heard Bonnie call his name. He swallowed, turning back to look at him.
"Goodbye, little brother." He squeezed, then turned around. He swallowed again, emotions threatening to choke him. He had to force his feet to walk towards Bonnie.
Post by Stefan Salvatore on Oct 4, 2014 12:31:08 GMT -6
Stefan reached up and lay his hand on his shoulder as he felt his brother's hand on his shoulder again. It was the only comfort that he could get and something that he would never forget.
But then it was gone.
"....Damon?....Damon!" he called out again.
But nothing. No rock tossed at his head, but silence.
Collapsing back down onto the concrete stool and ran his hands through his hair and let the tears fall. His brother was gone.
Post by Bonnie Bennett on Oct 4, 2014 14:03:07 GMT -6
There was nothing she could do to save them. Elena's pleas to bring Damon through, Caroline's calls for Luke and Liv, none of it would matter. She looked around the cemetery, saying goodbye to her friends as they rushed around desperately looking for a way to stop this. There was no way. As she felt the final pull of the Other Side collapsing, she turned to look toward Damon and Stefan, who just looked shell shocked.
"Damon." She hated to pull him away, but there wasn't much time left. As Damon walked toward her, she heard her name and spun around. Jeremy was running through the woods, racing to get to her, but it was too late. All at once she was on the Other Side, no longer on the physical plane. Jeremy came to a halt in front of her, but because of the Other Side falling apart, he couldn't see her. She reached out to him, but she couldn't feel him.
Damon stopped next to her and with a last look, they turned together toward the Darkness that was consuming the Other Side. She took his hand and looked over at him. "I'm sure there are a million different people we'd rather be with but...I'm glad you're here."
Post by Damon Salvatore on Oct 4, 2014 14:16:20 GMT -6
Damon frowned as Jeremy stopped inches in front of Bonnie, but unable to see or touch the witch. He winced, turning around so he didn't have to watch the scene unfolding behind him. Before long the cries and screams of everyone living was drowned out by the roar of the wind.
"This place is falling apart isn't it?" He didn't need to see her nod to know the answer. He blinked, looking at her as she slipped her hand into his. A smirk tilted his lips at her comment.
"A couple thousand at the most."
His smirk fell as he turned his head away from her. Even though he couldn't hear Elena or Stefan, their cries still echoed in his head. A constant reminder of what he was losing.
He squeezed Bonnie's hand in his, seeking solace in the fact that she was here. At least someone was.
Post by Bonnie Bennett on Oct 4, 2014 14:23:36 GMT -6
Holding Damon's hand tight, more afraid than she wanted to admit, she watched as the wind grew stronger, blowing their hair and clothes. Again, she thanked the powers that be that she wasn't alone for this. Grams' words came back to her and she wondered what Grams had meant when she said she'd taken care of her. Whatever she'd done must not have worked as here she stood with Damon, facing the nothingness that was going to suck them in.
The light grew, coming for them, the trees in front of them blowing in the harsh wind and then disappearing altogether. As it neared, she braced herself, her last thoughts of her friends, her mother, all of whom they were leaving behind to grieve.
Post by Damon Salvatore on Oct 4, 2014 14:43:31 GMT -6
"Do you think it will hurt?"
Damon turned his head to look at her. His expression was troubled as he thought about what to tell her. He wanted to tell her that it wouldnt, but that would be a lie. He had no idea what was in store for them.
He swallowed, shaking his head. As he turned to stare at the light that was approaching them quickly, he tightened his hold on her hand.