You hadn’t seen him in years. Not just like five years more like eighty five years when he ditched you in France and left you alone and confused. In your heart you knew you didn’t hate him but you were still really pissed off at him. He never even tried to find you as far as you knew. But you got a letter from Bex last month talking about how Damon was loosing his mind and you couldn’t help but feel like you could help him.
You stood in the middle of his home town Mystic Falls almost about to regret your choice to come here.
You were about to leave when you heard it.
“(Y/N)?” It was Stefan. “I thought you were dead?”
“No your brother left me in France.“ You were feeling salty because Damon didn’t even have the common curtesy to tell his brother what happened. "Alone, hungry and transitioning.”
“Oh…” Stefan messed with his clothes. “He said you got some plague and he couldn’t bare to see you die.”
“I died with his blood in my system and I woke up in the streets!” You could feel your anger getting the best of you but you didn’t care.
“(Y/N) you need to calm down here and now isn’t the place for you to loose control.” Stefan was still trying to be the hero.
“I knew coming back was a bad idea.” You turned around and started to walk to your car.