Stefan’s Diaries: Origins Chapter 33

Pale moonlight danced over Alices bright hairsbreadth as I rushed toward the shack. I ran my tongue over my still-sharp fangs, reliving the sensation of my teeth imperativeness into her pliant, yielding neck.Youre a monster, a voice somewhere in my mind whispered. But in the inter of darkness, with Alices blood coursing through my veins, the words held no meaning and were accompanied by no morsel of guilt.I burst into the shack. It was quiet, but the fire was well-tended and burned brightly. I watched the flames, momentarily entranced by the violets, blacks, blues, and til now greens within. Then I heard a faint breath in the corner of the room.Damon? I called, my voice echoing so loudly against the rough-hewn beams that I winced. I was still in hunting mode. blood brother?I made out a figure hunched under a blanket. I spy Damon from a distance, as if I were a stranger. His dark hair was matted to his neck, and he had streaks of grime on his face. His lips were chapped, his ey e bloodshot. The air around him smelled acridlike death.Get up I said roughly, move Alice to the ground. Her almost-lifeless body fell heavily. Her red hair was matted with blood, and her eyes were half closed. Blood pooled around the cardinal neat holes where Id bitten her. I licked my lips but forced myself to leave the rest of her for Damon.What? What have you Damons gaze shifted from Alice to me, past back to Alice. Y ou fed? he asked, shrinking even farther into the corner and covering his eyes with his hands, as if he could somehow erase the image.I brought her for you. Damon, you need to drink, I urged, kneeling down nigh to him.Damon shook his head. No. No, he rasped, his breath labored as he drew nearer to death. dear put your lips to her neck. Its easy, I coaxed.I wont do it, brother. Take her away, he said, leaning against the wall and closing his eyes.I shook my head, already feeling a gnawing hunger in my belly. Damon, listen to me. Katherine is gone, but youre ali ve. charm me. Watch how simple it is, I said as I carefully found the original wound I had made on Alices neck. I sunk my teeth back into the holes and drank. The blood was cold, but still it sated me. I looked up toward Damon, not bothering to wipe the blood away from my mouth. Drink, I urged, pulling Alices body along the grade so it was lying next to Damon. I grabbed Damons back and forced him toward her body. He started to fight, then stopped, his eyes spellbound on the wound. I smiled, knowing how badly he wanted it, how he could smell the overpowering wrap of desire.Dont fight it. I pushed his back so that his lips were mere inches from the blood and held him there. I felt him take a deep breath, and I knew he was already regaining strength, fitting from seeing the red richness, the possibility of the blood. Its just us now. Forever. Brothers. There will be other Katherines, forever, for eternity. We can take on the world as we are. I stopped, following Damons gaze toward Alices neck. Then he lunged and took a long, deep drink.