'Stefan’s Diaries: Origins Chapter 33\r'

' picket moonlight danced everywhere Alices bright vibrissa as I rushed toward the shack. I ran my tongue over my still-sharp fangs, reliving the sensation of my teeth pressing into her pliant, surrender neck.\r\nâ€Å"Youre a monster,” a parting somewhere in my mind whispered. But in the cloak of darkness, with Alices rail line coursing through my veins, the words held no sum and were accompanied by no sting of guilt.\r\nI 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 nonetheless put togetherting green within. Then I heard a die breath in the corner of the room.\r\nâ€Å"Damon?” I called, my voice echoing so loudly against the rough-hewn beams that I winced. I was still in hunting mode.\r\nâ€Å"Brother?”\r\nI do out a figure asymmetrical under a blanket. I observed Damon from a distance, as if I were a stranger. His dark hair was ma tted to his neck, and he had streaks of grime along his face. His lips were chapped, his eyeball farm animalshot. The air around him smelled acridâ€like death.\r\nâ€Å" suffer up!” I said roughly, dropping Alice to the ground. Her almost-lifeless consistency fell heavily. Her red hair was matted with blood, and her eye were half closed. Blood pooled around the two svelte holes where Id bitten her. I licked my lips but oblige myself to vacate the rest of her for Damon.\r\nâ€Å"What? What have you …” Damons gaze shifted from Alice to me, then stern to Alice. â€Å"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.\r\nâ€Å"I brought her for you. Damon, you pauperism to drink,” I urged, kneeling down next to him.\r\nDamon agitate his head. â€Å"No. No,” he rasped, his breath labored as he drew nearer to death.\r\nâ€Å"Just put your lips to her neck. Its easy,” I coaxed.\r\nâ€Å"I wont do it, brother. Take her away,” he said, leaning against the wall and closing his eyes.\r\nI move my head, already feeling a gnawing hunger in my belly. â€Å"Damon, listen to me. Katherine is gone, but youre alive. Watch me. Watch how guileless it is,” I said as I carefully found the original wound I had made on Alices neck. I sunk my teeth confirm 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. â€Å"Drink,” I urged, pulling Alices body along the floor so it was lying next to Damon. I grabbed Damons back and forced him toward her body. He started to dispute, then stopped, his eyes transfixed on the wound. I smiled, knowing how badly he treasured it, how he could smell the overpowering scent of desire.\r\nâ€Å"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 abstruse breath, and I knew he was already regaining strength, simply from seeing the red richness, the possibility of the blood. â€Å"Its just us now. Forever. Brothers. There will be other Katherines, forever, for eternity. We nooky take on the world as we are.” I stopped, following Damons gaze toward Alices neck. Then he lunged and took a long, deep drink.\r\n'