#bofdamon

With everything that had been going on lately Stiles' schoolwork had managed to fall by the wayside. Though not terribly out of character, Stiles had always managed to get his shit together at least a couple days before the actual thing was due. But now with a day before his assignment was due and absolutely nothing written down, Stiles was panicking.

Which was why his father had sent him towards the old Hancock Building where a group of Factionless were known to reside, most notably the Council representatives of the Factionless. And since his assignment was about the lives and struggles of the Factionless, his father had figured who better to interview than the Council reps themselves. Well that and he had clearly wanted to get his son out of the meeting he had burst in on.

After having spent at least a good half hour struggling to get to the top of the building (he really didn't belong in Dauntless), Stiles had finally made it. Though not without complaining the entire way up and wondering why they had chosen the top floor of all places to call their 'residence'. He spent a good twenty minutes wandering around trying to find the two he had come to find and was about to shout out in frustration when he saw the familiar black head of hair standing over by the window–large hole in the wall rather–that overlooked the city.

When Elena had woken up this morning, she'd prayed that all the hazy memories of the Bonfire had just been a bad dream. If they were, then she wouldn't have embrassed herself in front of Harriet Martin; she wouldn't have grinded against Malia, and she wouldn't have been carried home by Damon Salvatore. But the sun rose and the night remained unchanged; she may have washed the smoke and smell from her skin, but the truth remained untouched. She could almost hear Katherine's sneer; the perfect child had screwed up and failed. It was a good thing their parents were dead, else they would die from disapointment.

Elena ran her fingers through her hair, ignoring the burning sensating at the back her throat and the stinging in her eyes. There was a dull aching in the back of her head and a queasy feeling in the pit of her stomach. How had she messed up so badly? All she had wanted was to feel good - was to feel hapy - to feel like a normal teenage girl for just a little while. It had been stupid and reckless, but she was so damn tired of feeling sad. She was tired of being Elena from Abnegation, the orphan and sad little girl, she was tired of crying, and she was tired of... she was tired.

No.

She shook her head and cleared her mind. There wasn't any point in sitting around here, feeling sorry for herself. She had made a mistake, but she would do better. Steeling herself, she left her home and ventured out into the cold, grey structure of her Sector. She had chosen this, she reminded her, she had chosen Abnegation, she had chosen the stone and she would be as hard as it; she would endure, she would not break, she would survive.

Sure thing!

The day Rebekah dragged him to the Council to become a representative for the Factionless and how he feels about being one.

Maybe jump into the past a little and show what Damon’s relationship with his father was like, and how he was constantly trying to protect Stefan from him?

The night Stefan accidentally killed their father would be interesting to read from your perspective. Like Damon finding him sneaking out and deciding to go with him. You could even include the two days in which they were in hiding before they were found.