The day before...
After Damon stormed out of the house in a fury, having witnessed Elena drinking Henrik's blood with so much pleasure and joy on her face and even more, having an orgasm right before his eyes, he spent the entire day drinking at the Mystic Grill. He was trying to drown the memories of what he had seen.
Drink after drink was set in front of him and swiftly disappeared as Jeremy diligently tended to his every order, like a faithful servant. Damon drank like a bottomless pit, consuming every drop of alcohol within reach, attempting to numb the turmoil within him. And he was succeeding; the desired effects began to take hold. It wasn't long before he was utterly wasted.
"Hey, gorgeous." Damon slurred, greeting an attractive girl who sat down beside him as he was finishing yet another bottle of bourbon. "Thirsty? This stuff's the best." He gestured to the bottle, giving her a lopsided grin. "You know, they say alcohol makes the heart grow fonder. But in my case, it just makes my... wallet lighter." He winked at her, clearly amused by his own joke.
The girl raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "Is that so?"
Damon leaned in, undeterred. "You know what I call a shot of whiskey? A little hug from the inside. Wanna hug, sweetheart?"
Before the girl could respond, Jeremy intervened, placing a drink in front of her. "Here you go. Sorry about him, he's not usually like this." He shot Damon a disapproving look.
Damon shrugged, "She's prettier when she smiles, Jer. Just trying to give her something to smile about."
Jeremy ignored Damon's comment and turned back to the girl. "Come on, let's get you out of here." He helped her off the stool and led her away, leaving Damon sulking.
Damon watched them go, his expression darkening. He muttered under his breath, "Elena became a willing blood bag for Klaus, and now I can't even have a little fun..."
Jeremy returned a moment later, his expression stern. "What the fuck, Damon? Why do you have to be so wasted and make trouble here? This isn't you, man."
Damon looked up at him, his eyes filled with a mix of anger and pain. "Elena's a willing blood bag for Klaus, Jer. A fucking willing blood bag..."
"What?" Jeremy cried out, surprised.
"It is as you hear, kid," Damon said, frustrated, as he bottomed out the bottle. "And what's even worse is that she enjoyed drinking Henrik's blood! Fucking Mikaelsons, they are just trouble."
Not wanting to deal with anything, Damon slurred over the counter. "Bring me another bottle, Jer. Do something useful."
Jeremy sighed, seeing Damon in this state, but inside he was really worried about Elena. "Coming." He quickly put a bottle in front of Damon and left to the back of the bar. There, he pulled out his phone and messaged Elena.
...
'Why aren't you answering, Elena?' Jeremy thought worriedly.
Jeremy paced back and forth in the storage area. Seeing no answer, he needed to vent his frustration and started thinking about Anna involuntarily as she appeared before him.
"Anna..." Jeremy had a stupid smile as he looked at her appearing before him.
"Jeremy... Why are you thinking about me?" Anna smiled back at him but was also worried at the same time.
"Anna, you heard what Damon said about Elena, right? I'm worried about her..." Jeremy said with worry and concern. "Why is she doing that? They must have coerced her or threatened her to do that."
"Jeremy, the Mikaelsons are really dangerous. If Elena made a deal with them to just take her blood and she allowed it... Leave it at that." Anna moved closer to him, worried.
"No! Anna, I can't let Elena suffer like that. I need to do something... But I don't know what... Fuck," Jeremy said, frustrated, feeling so useless at this moment.
"I'm gonna call her." Jeremy said after a second.
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After a while...
"I feel so useless, Anna. I want to help her." Jeremy said as he sat in a chair after talking with Elena.
Anna bit her lip and thought of a way.
"Jeremy, maybe if you..." Anna hesitated to say the following thing.
"What, Anna?" Jeremy looked at her expectantly.
"Tell me, please."
Anna sighed. "Jeremy, if the problem is the Mikaelsons, maybe if you wake up a dangerous vampire hunter that chased them around for a long time, they would leave this place and leave Elena alone."
"Anna! That's a good idea, let's do that." Jeremy quickly said, excited about making them go away and leave Elena alone.
"But Jeremy... He is dangerous. I don't want you to do this." Anna said with a troubled face.
Jeremy saw how Anna was worried about him, but he wanted to do this. He needed to help Elena, where Damon was helpless...
Wait. Damon.
"Damon is out there; he must be hating the Mikaelsons at this moment. Let's use him to wake up the vampire hunter."
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In a dark alley...
A man was all over a woman, as the girl stood there like a doll without response or making a sound, while the man moaned in pleasure.
At their sides, beside their feet, laid another woman, but contrary to thinking that she was merely wasted, this one was dead and had her head cut off from the body.
"What are you doing, little brother?" Damon asked as he suddenly appeared. "Klaus isn't ordering you to do this. Are you trying to fall even lower?"
Stefan, as if not hearing Damon, continued drinking the blood of the woman, lost in the pleasure before removing her head from the body.
"Aah," Stefan moaned as he enjoyed the pleasure coursing through his body as he faced Damon. His true face was visible, and the blood of his victims was on his lips, face, and body.
"Stefan, if you continue like this, you will turn off your humanity at any moment." Damon said with a smile that wasn't a smile.
"I'm enjoying the blood now, brother. Wasn't that what you wanted from me all along? To be like you?" Stefan said as he calmed down and cleaned his lips.
"Yeah, I wanted you to enjoy drinking blood instead of the bunny diet, but not like this." Damon said with sarcasm and concern. "If you continue this path, you will lose Elena forever and, worse, turn off your humanity. And Lexi isn't here to make you come back from it."
"I already lost Elena, Damon. And you must be pretty happy about that." Stefan said calmly to him. Then he growled. "You are not the one to talk about Lexi. You were the one that killed my best friend."
"Leave me alone, Damon." Stefan said with a sigh.
"Oh, cheer up, brother. You are still in time. Don't you want to make the Mikaelsons go away and try to patch up with Elena?" Damon said, smiling.
"I want to make Klaus pay. He took everything from me since he appeared." Stefan growled. "But we can't do anything against them; they are too strong, Damon. The current situation of Elena being safe just giving a little of his blood is the best we can aspire to."
"Oh, what if I said that there is another way to make them leave this place and Elena alone?" Damon smirked. "Even possibly killing them?"
"Let's go." Stefan said simply.
"You still don't know the plan, little brother." Damon chuckled as he walked behind Stefan.
"I don't care, let's do it. You are not stupid enough to put Elena in danger, so it must be something feasible. And I want to make Klaus hurt." Stefan said firmly.
Damon chuckled again, seeing Stefan's quick change of attitude from just a moment ago.