Because brothers don’t let each other wander in the dark alone
He was running over the cemetery. Left. Right. Another right. Past a tomb with a particularly creepy angel. Left. He had practically forgotten everything that happened at that whole weird sacrifice ritual. The girls that should have come back to life but didn’t. Sucked for them, but he just wanted to find his brother. When he had finally gotten the directions out of Sophie, he hadn’t waited around. He knew witches and their way of restraining vampires. He knew what he was going to find wasn’t going to be pretty.
Finally he reached the tomb Sophie had pointed out to him. The door was locked, but he didn’t care about that. Was it sacrilege, to destroy someone’s final resting place? Maybe... but they could put that on Sophie’s tab, who had disturbed their peace by turning the grave into a prison for the living. Well, more or less living, at least. He just kicked in the doors, giving himself a few seconds to get used to the dark inside of the tomb, before rushing to his brother who he saw hanging from a marble slab in the back.
He was definitely going to follow Sophie wherever she would run to make her pay for this.
“Stef??” He didn’t even know if he was still alive. He should be, according to Sophie, but he looked out of it. Damon forced the gag out of his brother’s mouth, his fingers hurting from the vervain it was laced with, but that didn’t matter right now.
“Stefan? Are you with me?”
@savior-salvatore
