I am sooo sorry for the long wait guys, between projects and exams I've had no time for writing. Please accept my appology. I hope you all like this chapter.

Previously on Careful What You Wish For

I shove the stake in the rest of the way, killing her immediately. Her eyes roll back in her head.

''Huh, I guess you learn something new everyday.'' I state coldly.

NOW:

Damon's POV

I pull the stake out and mutter a few choice words. I stare over at Stefan, the poor kid looks exhausted and at this time quite confused. He eyes me up and down, and as his eyes roll back in his head he fixes me with a questioning glare.

I can sense that Katherine is dead but give her a final kick, just for good measure. I get up and walk over to my brother. He looks terrible. I slip his ring back on and begin to mentally prepare myself for the trip home.

Gently but quickly hook one arm under his legs and the other around his back and lift him up. He begins to moan in obvious pain, and I can't help but feel guilty for putting him in this mess to start ou with.

He begins to whimper in his sleep, ''Its okay little brother. I gotcha, your safe now.''

As our house comes in to view, I realise that I've never been this grateful to see it. But of course I remind myself that this house is nothing but a building. The thing that makes it my home, is not how it is built or where it is, but who lives in it with me. I took me a few years(multiply that by another few) to realise it but my home isn't a building it is simply with my brother. And all this time I've been to blinded by rage, and guilt to see that.

I lay Stefan down on his bed and grab the first aid kit. I look down at the hoodie he's wearing and know that I'm gonna have to cut it off, as pulling it off would be much too painful. As I pull the hood off his head once again my anger spikes, he is soo pale, and his skin seems burned. Fearfully I cut through his shirt and his hoodie. A gasp escapes my lips as my eyes fall upon the burned flesh that lays underneath. Its red and marred and looks so painful.

Then it dawns on me, the bitch must have left him in the sun to burn with out his ring.

I pull up his pant legs and am relieved to notice that his legs have not been burned. I put some lotion on his chest and face to relieve and heal the burn. I notice how he's lost so much weight and realise that he hasn't been fed probably since he was kidnapped.I know he has to eat but I don't think he'll wake up for a while.I could go out and catch him a bunny or a bambi but I can't stand the thought of leaving him alone so I grab some blood bank blood(I know he would not like this) and inject it into his veins.

I grab a chair, sit and wait for him to wake up. Like I said before, waiting's a bitch.

TBC... I appologize for all the inconsistencies in my story, like how Stefan was able to stay out in the sun without turning to dust.