Chapter 1

Stefan was in pain; so much pain. Every single part of him ached and he could barely keep his eyes open. All he wanted was his brother, but Damon was miles away, back at Mystic Falls while Stefan was lying in a wood in the middle of nowhere, unable to move.

He gritted his teeth as yet enough torrent of pain cascaded over. God, how he wished his brother was here. "Damon", he moaned. "Please, I need you!" But of course Damon didn't come. How could he even know where Stefan was? The last time the brothers had seen each other was a few hours ago after Stefan left to catch some food. Damon probably didn't even expect anything was wrong with his brother.

Stefan knew he was in a very bad way; he could feel blood seeping from the many bullet wounds that littered his body and he could both feel and see that his leg and arm were sticking out at very unusual angles. Stefan also knew that he should be healing by now; so why wasn't he? What had happened? One moment he was preparing to pounce on a deer; the next he was opening his eyes in incredible pain.

As Stefan lay on the ground, pondering how on earth he had ended up in this position, a new level of pain hit him. Pain shot up through his body and every nerve was on fire! He had never experienced pain like it; "This is it," he thought. "I'm dying". His last thought was of his brother before everything went dark...!

So, what do you think? This is my first ever story so please review; I would love some feedback! Of course, constructive criticism is always welcome! :)