As always, Damon contemplated pressing the matter further. Stefan's promise to "do what he had to" was hardly an end to the discussion. But in the end, he decided he'd grant his brother the favour of dropping it. Nothing between them was ever truly finished, anyway. They'd danced around this for a hundred years, they could easily go for another hundred.
So instead, he turned his attention to something Stefan wanted to talk about for once.
"Of course I've noticed, Stefan. I do remember how it feels to starve for a few days." He didn't spare his brother the pointed look. He reserved the right to remain a little pissed over that episode, thank you very much. At the time, he'd always figured Stefan would have another go at staking him somewhere down the road; he hadn't foreseen that. In hindsight he should've.
Although it was more the presumptuousness that he was to be fixed that had always grated. Really, he'd have had an easier time letting it go if Stefan had just owned up to doing it out of his own personal issues. It was hardly a secret Stefan hated him. Well, had. Probably still did. Whatever. Who knew these days? He didn't much care either way.
There was a split second pause before he shed the tension, letting it pass as quickly as it'd come. He didn't mention that clearly, whoever had them wanted them alive (ergo, no dried up corpse) and that he had no idea how the hell they were pulling this off, but that he was still leaning towards the witch theory. The implications were self-evident enough, even to Stefan, he was sure.
"You know, what I also don't get is why we—" Damon gestured vaguely between him and Stefan, "—are the only two vampires here. As far as I can tell, anyway. Though there's apparently something up with some of the others."
Well, one other. That girl he'd met, the very first one. He hadn't gotten her name, but he knew her face. The one who'd known, almost without even a second thought, what he was. She'd sounded pretty damn confident when she said the humans were outnumbered, and he couldn't help thinking of the Lockwoods who were neither vampire nor human. If they existed, then what about the people here? How many fell into that category of "something else"? The girl, at least, was abnormal. He wasn't ready to take her word about the rest of the patients, but he'd be an idiot to dismiss it. She hadn't been wrong about him, after all.
He frowned, thinking. Seriously, there was too much doom and mystery going on right now. He didn't appreciate feeling as if he were suddenly sucked into a Stephen King novel.
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So instead, he turned his attention to something Stefan wanted to talk about for once.
"Of course I've noticed, Stefan. I do remember how it feels to starve for a few days." He didn't spare his brother the pointed look. He reserved the right to remain a little pissed over that episode, thank you very much. At the time, he'd always figured Stefan would have another go at staking him somewhere down the road; he hadn't foreseen that. In hindsight he should've.
Although it was more the presumptuousness that he was to be fixed that had always grated. Really, he'd have had an easier time letting it go if Stefan had just owned up to doing it out of his own personal issues. It was hardly a secret Stefan hated him. Well, had. Probably still did. Whatever. Who knew these days? He didn't much care either way.
There was a split second pause before he shed the tension, letting it pass as quickly as it'd come. He didn't mention that clearly, whoever had them wanted them alive (ergo, no dried up corpse) and that he had no idea how the hell they were pulling this off, but that he was still leaning towards the witch theory. The implications were self-evident enough, even to Stefan, he was sure.
"You know, what I also don't get is why we—" Damon gestured vaguely between him and Stefan, "—are the only two vampires here. As far as I can tell, anyway. Though there's apparently something up with some of the others."
Well, one other. That girl he'd met, the very first one. He hadn't gotten her name, but he knew her face. The one who'd known, almost without even a second thought, what he was. She'd sounded pretty damn confident when she said the humans were outnumbered, and he couldn't help thinking of the Lockwoods who were neither vampire nor human. If they existed, then what about the people here? How many fell into that category of "something else"? The girl, at least, was abnormal. He wasn't ready to take her word about the rest of the patients, but he'd be an idiot to dismiss it. She hadn't been wrong about him, after all.
He frowned, thinking. Seriously, there was too much doom and mystery going on right now. He didn't appreciate feeling as if he were suddenly sucked into a Stephen King novel.