Welcome to The Vampire Diaries: Scriptum Sanguine (Written in Blood). This is a role play group dedicated to writing fan fiction about The Vampire Diaries as well as The Originals. You will find the world of Virginia and Louisiana within our depths.
Post by Stefan Salvatore on Nov 18, 2014 9:38:34 GMT -6
After leaving the Whitmore hospital and staying in the shadows to make sure that Sheriff Forbes was okay. He waited and watched Caroline help her mom into the front seat of her car before scanning around herself. Stefan could already feel her eyes burning into him, hearing a scoff pass Caroline's lips as she slipped into her car and drove off to the border of Mystic Falls. Stefan had already heard the call that Caroline had made to Matt to meet her there to make sure that her mom was safe.
Stefan had never really let it sink in before, Caroline had everything in Mystic Falls and she could never return. He should have been here to help her through it but instead he had chosen to run away and forget everything. Forget his brother. With a bar close by to the hospital which was convenient as he needed one now after what he had just learned about Caroline, thanks to Enzo.
But also he hadn't spoken to his brother today either and knew exactly where to find him now that he was alive. Crossing the road, bypassing everyone who was already drunk and outside the bar giggling like a gaggle of geese. He pushed open the doors to the bar and instantly spotted his brother perched at the far end with a bottle of bourbon.
Heading directly over to his brother, he pulled out a bar stool next to him and ordered another glass from the bartender "I can see that I am going to need a lot of this" he added grabbing hold of the bottle and accepting the glass from the bartender and poured himself a glass.
Post by Damon Salvatore on Nov 18, 2014 9:56:48 GMT -6
Damon was trying to drink himself into oblivion. She had asked to remember. She had practically begged him to help her remember, and instead he had let her go. Raising the glass to his lips, he narrowed his eyes slightly at the sound of someone stopping next to him. He didn't have to know who it was. He had expected Stefan to hunt him down eventually.
"Well, if it isn't my little brother, coming to mingle with the drunks, assholes, and occasional murderers."
He flicked his gaze towards Stefan briefly, raising a brow at him as he took another drink. The look on Stefan's face made him sigh softly.
"What now? Just so you know...I'm off hero duty for a while, so it's all up to you."
Post by Stefan Salvatore on Nov 18, 2014 10:06:08 GMT -6
Raising his glass to his lips he drained the bourbon in one swift mouthful before hissing at the taste. Pouring himself another glass he could feel his brother's eyes on him and a small smirk spread across his face at his words "You know what brother. How about we give the heroics a miss for tonight. Get drunk and go from bar to bar like the old times?" he suggested.
Pouring Damon another glass of his favourite bourbon, Stefan drained his own glass again. Right now he was just in the mood to get drunk and forget everything for a while. But after hearing his tone of voice, Stefan craned his seat around to face his brother.
"Things...um not go so well with Elena?" he asked out of curiosity.
Post by Damon Salvatore on Nov 18, 2014 10:23:33 GMT -6
Damon grunted slightly in reply to Stefan's suggestion. It was tempting, but with the mood he was in, someone would end up dead. He poured himself another drink, and then downed it in one gulp.
"Nope. It went just fine. I told her to move on and find happiness." His words were bitter, his anger at himself worse than the annoyance he felt towards Alaric for compelling her.
"That was after she tried to kill herself by throwing herself over the boarder."
Post by Stefan Salvatore on Nov 18, 2014 10:33:55 GMT -6
Stefan quickly swallowed what drink he had in his mouth before spitting it everywhere at what his brother had just told him "You told her to do what? So your just going to give up on her?" he exclaimed, he needed another drink for a conversation like this.
Pouring himself another glass, and signalling the bartender to bring over another bottle, he turned back to his brother "So she just through herself over the border? And then what? Did anything come back?" he asked wanting to know.
Right now he would rather focus on his brother's problems rather than his with Caroline. With still trying to process everything he had no idea where to even start.
Post by Damon Salvatore on Nov 18, 2014 12:21:58 GMT -6
Damon turned his head to give Stefan a death glare. He didn't want to give up, but he would rather give up than have her kill herself trying to remember. He spun his empty glass against the table top as he waited for the bartender to bring another bottle, narrowing his eyes slightly.
"Bits and pieces. Not enough for her to make sense of anything. And then she was mad at me for pulling her back across the border."
He sighed heavily, and spun the glass again. "I don't want her killing herself trying to remember, Stefan. She was happy before I got returned from the dead...I want her to be happy. Even if it means tearing my own heart out in the process..."
Post by Stefan Salvatore on Nov 18, 2014 12:49:18 GMT -6
"She was a mess Damon. She couldn't keep herself together, she spent four months using Luke to get some weird witch powder to hallucinate you" he explained.
Stefan only knew what Elena was going through because Alaric had been giving him updates while he searched for a witch who knew how to bring back Damon and Bonnie.
"She didn't stop loving you...She just couldn't handle the pain of loosing you" he added before accepting another bottle from the bartender and pouring two drinks.
Post by Damon Salvatore on Nov 18, 2014 12:56:59 GMT -6
Damon rolled his eyes, glaring down at his glass as Stefan poured him a drink. He raised the glass to his lips, and rolled his head to the side to look at him.
"I'm not mad at her, Stefan. And I swear if I have to explain that to one more person I am going to be mad."
He was angry at himself, maybe a little angry at Alaric, and mostly just angry at the whole situation. He understood why it had happened, but that didn't make it hurt any less. He knew that compulsion couldn't completely take everything away. It was all still there, just buried under the lies that Alaric spun.
Post by Stefan Salvatore on Nov 18, 2014 13:01:56 GMT -6
"The how about for one night we just forget everything? Mystic Falls, original vampires, the travellers. Everything" he added before draining his glass of bourbon.
Right now would be glad to forget everything for one night. He was angry at himself that he had been blind to everything. He wasn't in the mood to explain any of it to his brother right now because he was still trying to get his head around things.
Pouring himself another drink he raised his glass in the air "Here is to forgetting about everything" he plastered on a fake smile.
Right now Stefan would be glad to forget about everything, even if it was just for one night.