The Good Uncle

After a long week on the road, I was tired and just wanted to go home. Pushing the door open with my foot, I listened to see if Damon was home, but couldn't really hear anything too well. Maybe Elizabeth was home, but my bets on that one were slim.
"Anyone here?" I called out after hearing shuffling from the parlor. After moments of silence I was alarmed and made my way into parlor, throwing my car keys into the bowl on the table.

Growing frustrated, I listened carefully for any sudden sounds. Maybe the person hiding in this house would slip up and do something to make a noise. The man upstairs must have been listening in on my thoughts, for the next thing I knew there was a sudden slurping noise. Using my abilities, I quickly located the source, lifting the table up.
At first, I expected to see a grown vampire, but as my eyes took in the sight of the small boy before me, I froze, "What are you doing in here?"

My eyes slightly narrowed after the words slipped from his mouth. Placing the table to the side, I bent down so I was at his level. In my kindest tone, I asked, "What's your name?" His face seemed familiar. Rummaging through my memories, I remembered that I had seen him on one of the televisions in a cafe while on my small trip. I tilted my head, "Aren't you missing?"

Nodding in understanding, I kept thinking how I didn't have a clear understanding of hybrids just yet. I needed to find who turned Brendon, but before I did anything, I needed to sit down and talk with him.
Looking around, I quickly realized something missing, "Where's Damon?" There seemed to be a fear in his eyes at the mention of Damon which made my entire body stiffen, thinking back to when Damon had staked Kara. "What did he do to you?" I asked gently, offering my hand to help him up.

Leading him towards the couch, I sat down opposite of him, "Damon is...quite the character. He doesn't accept people so easily. Sorry about that." Standing up, I made my way towards the kitchen, "You want something to drink?"

Rummaging through the fridge, I listened to Brendon continue talking. The more he spoke of Damon starving him in a way infuriated me. If this was how he was going to treat guests, then I would definitely have a long talk with him. I grabbed a thermos from all the way in the back of the fridge, hoping it was his type. Closing the door, I made my way back to the parlor, handing him the bag, "Just tear into it," and then took a seat, "I'm Stefan."

I shrugged my shoulders, "I didn't really look at the label." A chuckle escaped my lips before halting when he suddenly lunged forward, hugging me. At first, I almost jumped back, having not been hugged in quite a while. It was a strange feeling, one in which I gave into, patting his back for some comfort.
"No problem, buddy." I rolled my eyes playfully, "Did I seem irritated? I don't mind, really. This family could use a small child added to it."

My arms wrapped around him tighter, feeling his pain radiating off of him. It tore my heart hearing him sob. "I want through a similar situation. Once I completed the transition, loyal friends and neighbors turned their back on me, wanting nothing to do with Damon or me. It was tough, but we still pulled through it." I bit my lip before continuing, "Has anyone taught you how to control your hunger yet? If not, I will gladly teach you."

I listened intently, my mouth opening and closing a few times. I was pretty bad at comforting people, especially children. In fact, this was the longest time I had been around a child in quite a few years. "You'll pull through, trust me, everyone does. When I had just completed the transition, I struggled with not tearing out the throat of each person I met. The craving for blood was so bad, I eventually slipped into a dark world, the world of the Ripper." I was in a different world as I continued explaining, "But my brother had managed to pull me out. You have to keep pushing yourself into knowing that you can withstand the sight and smell of your brother's blood."

I smiled at him, cleaning the tears off of my face again. "I have to. For Galvin, and anyone I come across." I said, smiling. "Also, I'm not sure if you'll be fond of this, but can you teach me how to fend off other Supernaturals? I've run into a rogue crazy Werewolf, and Kol. I want to at least fight them off if I can't kill them." I said, referring the last portion to Kol. I killed the Werewolf - that wasn't the problem. The problem was Kol, and if it got too deep, Klaus might step in himself, and who knows what he would do.