Imagine turning off your humanity and Stefan and Damon try to get you back

  "She is a confirmed idiot as of right now. 100% pure dumbass. Foolishness runs through her veins. Stupidity, is what her brain consists of."

  Stefan sighed, and glared at his brother who was pacing around their living room, aggressively sipping on a bourbon he had left on the table two days ago. "That's very poetic, Damon. Well, if she is in fact, 100% pure dumbass, at least she's staying true to her roots", the younger Salvatore commented and allowed his eyes to roll around as he crossed his legs on the couch. Damon stopped walking, offered his brother a judging look, as if he was afraid Stefan's brain had melted away over the centuries, but he didn't bother to say anything sarcastic, instead returned to his obsessive pacing back and forth.

  You had turned your humanity off. Long story short, you died, became a vampire and you couldn't handle it and all the drama and strong emotions so you pulled an Elena Gilbert and flipped the switch. And from an already ruthless killing machine, you became a real murderess, tearing cities apart until it rained blood, an idea Katherine had planted in your head some years ago.

  And the Salvatores were not fans of this new Y/N. All this time, they had tried to let you be yourself, live your life however you preferred, but this was where they drew the line. They cared for you far too much to watch aside as you killed people and got closer to your own death with each head you tore off with your fresh set of fangs. They wanted to get you back, and they had tried to come up with multiple plans but somehow it always ended with Damon swearing and judging your choices by naming you a confirmed idiot, for example, and all Stefan could do was try to remain as the sane one and continuously roll his eyes until they would, most likely, at one point, fall out of their sockets.

  "We need to make Y/N flip it back on, we need her with emotions", Damon said and finished his drink, roughly smacking the glass against the table before grabbing the nearest bottle full of alcohol he couldn't identify, but his lack of care helped him proceed to pouring a glass full of booze which he then brought to his lips to take a millionth sip. While one of his large hands held the glass, the other pushed through his dark messy hair, and his intense blue eyes landed on Stefan who sighed yet again.

  "I agree", Stefan began and leaned against the couch pillows, his deep green eyes looking around the living room before they returned to Damon, his lips curving up to a heartwarming, yet perfectly sarcastic smile. "But that's at least the twentieth time you've said that, and we're getting nowhere. We need results, and so far, it seems like this isn't helping", he continued, and flashed up, using his speed to go over to Damon and snatch the glass from his hands, lifting it up.

  Damon gave a warning look to his little brother, but Stefan put the glass down, unwilling to take any disagreeing comments and it made Damon clench his strong jaw as he felt rage bubble in his chest, but nevertheless, he succeeded to keep his pale lips sealed. Both of the brothers let their eyes wander around the living room, as if searching for answers from there, and a familiar silence fell above them, spreading out in the evidently tense atmosphere that caused them both to breathe sharply, afraid of moving a muscle.

  They were both frustrated, although they handled it differently. Damon was aggressive, rough, while Stefan lashed out only in rare situations. This could have been one of those special moments, but when Damon already played the role he naturally starred in, Stefan saw it necessary for himself to remain calm, cool and reasonable and therefore he tried to keep his brother on a leash. But they were both frustrated, like had been stated. Both of them could explode at any given moment, because they both cared about you, yet had failed to be there for you when you needed it the most. They felt like they had abandoned you, but neither of them could face it, and masked their true feelings with anger, disappointment, or sadness and calmness.

  And maybe, what they needed to do, was channel those feelings. Stefan was the first one to realize this, and as he slowly began to come up with a more or less of a plan, his eyes went back to Damon who noticed the sudden eye contact and turned to look at his brother. Their eyes locked, their sharp features twisted in the same kind of stern, thoughtful expression, eyebrows knitted together and lips tightly pursed while their thoughts circled around each other and you.

  "Let's just throw it all on her. Make her see what she's been doing. Make her guilty, sad, disappointed in herself. Let's break her heart. And when she finally falls apart and flips it back on, we'll be there for her this time. We'll help her through, apologize if that's what she wants to hear and wrap this whole goddamn nightmare up in a pretty bow", Stefan shrugged, incapable of coming with a better plan, but it was pretty good, and Damon saw this too, which caused his eyes to light up while his pink lips spread into a wicked smirk.

  "Now we're talking, brother. Let's go find our girl", Damon said, and patted Stefan's broad shoulder before grabbing his drink from the table, finishing it and then taking the car keys as he headed outside with the other Salvatore right behind him.

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  Your hands gripped a loose, limp body, holding the corpse tightly as you drained the veins from every single drop of blood. The skin had changed color from lively to pale and dead, although you wouldn't have noticed but as the head dropped from the shoulders, you stepped back and let the poor girl fall onto the street. The lamp planted on the side of the street illuminated the decapitated body, while you pushed your thumb in between your lips and sucked off the blood on it, and repeated the act with each finger.

  It was the third body that night. The third body which you grabbed in the shadows of the night, and after silencing the strangled screams with compulsion, you drowned your sharp fangs into her neck and sucked until all that was left, was the empty, cold body on the street where blood would have pooled if you hadn't drunk all of it.

  It was ruthless, shameless, downright insane to do this so obsessively, but it brought you joy, pleasure, satisfaction and the hunger went away for a moment, until you'd have to find another body and goddamn, it was a vicious circle but you loved it so. And even if you didn't want to do it, you couldn't get out. It was like you were in a room with no windows, doors, or exits of any kind. Just you and the victims, and all you could do was feed, kill and repeat.

  "Y/N", a familiar voice you would have preferred not hearing startled you out of your thoughts, and you turned on your heels to face the one and only Damon Salvatore. The sexy bad boy smile you were used to see, danced on his lips and you narrowed your eyes at the sight, feeling temptation swim into your heart but instead of taking a single step closer to the attractive, arrogant vampire, you leaned against the street lamp and licked your lips clean from the stains of blood.

  "Damon", you said, mocking his tone as you crossed your arms against your chest. You flashed a grin, managing to mirror his quite well, and it made him raise an eyebrow while taking a step closer to you which made you take in a deep breath of some kind of disagreement but you didn't say a word. "What brings you here? Interested in joining me?", you continued, your voice seductive and tempting, making Damon almost want to do as you said, but it was easy for him to remind himself why he really was there so he managed to shake his head, disappointing you.

  "Nope. I'm here because I'm sick of all these evil women in my life. I want the good old Y/N back", Damon explained, taking his hands out of his pockets and making his leather jacket move as he crossed his arms, just like you did. You tilted your head to the side, you and Damon actually resembled each other a lot, and while you got along just as well with the both of the Salvatores, you and Damon shared a lot of traits and features. But, you and Stefan had plenty of in common too, though now that you had your humanity turned off, the only thing you shared with him was the fact that you too left your victims without a head.

  "Why have good old Y/N when you can have great new Y/N?", you questioned and hoisted yourself from the lamp, approaching Damon now, stepping over the body on the street which earned his attention for a moment, but eventually he tore his eyes off and looked back at you. The familiar smirk was long gone, and he looked stern now, almost hurt and you knitted your eyebrows together - you knew he was trying to make you flip the switch back on but you weren't quite sure which tactic he was going with. Which card would he play?

  "Because you're a cold bitch, Y/N. Look around. You're a murderer. You kill these people, and you don't even feel bad? That's a low level, even for someone like you", Damon said, rolling his light blue eyes that looked gorgeous under the street lights. You shuffled on your spot, standing right in front of him, uncomfortable and unsure how to react. You swallowed thickly, and tilted your head to the side again, craving to hear more, and Damon knew this perfectly. It was just how he aimed to do this. He knew it was your weakness, and he was taking advantage of it.

  "What do you mean someone like me?", you asked carefully, your confidence suddenly gone, replaced by vulnerability which was visible in your twinkling eyes that stared into Damon's. You expected to hear an answer from him, but instead, a second voice spoke and Damon's eyes left yours to look at his brother, making him grin again and you had to turn to face Stefan who was standing near you with a serious look painted on his face, his lips a straight line and his deliciously green eyes full of disappointment.

  "You're weak. You've always been. And then you went and turned your humanity off which led into this. You try to act so tough, but you're a coward. And a terrible person, I might add. You've killed dozens of people, Y/N. People with families, friends, lives. You kill a man, you leave him, you go to another one and you repeat it. And all you leave behind is death, misery, hatred", Stefan spat, his voice venomous, actually pretty scary and capable of making you shiver and tremble as you stood on your feet with guilt panging in your heavy heart. Your head felt dizzy, and you wanted to throw up and cry, but instead, you remained silent and let the brothers bash on you.

  "That's right. People hate you, Y/N. No one wants you. You hide behind this mask of blood, thinking you're so scary and great but you're just pathetic. Maybe you do feel good, maybe you love the taste and the feeling you get when you kill a man, but don't you see that it's all for nothing?", Damon picked up where Stefan left off, and you had to turn again to see the older Salvatore. You swallowed loudly, feeling the tears rise while your heart cracked more and more, on the verge of breaking, your feelings about to rush in, almost breaking through the walls, and both Stefan and Damon could see it, so they decided to finish the job.

  "You're worthless."

  "A murderer."

  "Pathetic."

  "A coward."

  Their words got to you, and before you even entirely understood what their goal was, they achieved it, as you screamed and covered your ears while breaking into tears and collapsing onto your knees on the street. You didn't want to hear it, any of it, no more, your heart was successfully broken and as soon as Stefan and Damon saw how you were sobbing on the ground, they shut up and rushed to you, going down on their knees to hold you. They engaged in a brief, silent fight on which one would get to hold you, but eventually you ended up on Stefan's lap while Damon caressed your hair and intertwined his fingers with yours.

  "What have I done?", you cried out, all the feelings rushing into your heart and mind, creating a mess that was nearly impossible to solve, but the man whose lap you were sitting on had been in the same situation multiple times and he had a few tricks up his sleeve, ready to share them with you and you were more than glad to hear him out, though at first, it was more than a challenge to get you to pay attention to him.

  "Y/N", Stefan said, repeating it at least five times until Damon said it louder and rougher, earning your attention. The older brother wiped your tears away with his thumb, and flashed you a breathtaking smile that was inevitably contagious, and made you repeat the expression as he leaned in and pressed a careful kiss on your forehead. Damon's lips were soft and warm, and you closed your eyes, sighing and enjoying the safety you felt around them.

  "Listen to Stef, okay? He'll help you", Damon spoke quietly, his voice sexy as all hell and pleasant to the ears, but the way each word was so fond, gentle and loving, made you want to do anything for him so you nodded and rested against Stefan's chest, settling into his lap better, as if you weren't sitting in the middle of a fucking street with a dead girl near you. You squeezed Damon's hand, while Stefan's arms tightened around you, and his jaw rested on the top of your head as his pink lips parted and he took the turn to speak.

  "Focus on one feeling, for me, please? It'll be easier to deal with everything that way. Just take deep breaths and calm down, Y/N. We'll help you through everything. And I'm sorry we weren't there for you earlier, I'm sorry you felt flipping it off necessary. We both love you, and we just wanted to get you back, so that's why we said those things. You're not worthless or weak, you're one of the strongest, most amazing people I know and I adore you so much, okay?", Stefan explained, his voice smooth and soft as his lips pressed near your ear, whispering each word gently to you.

  You nodded, and bit your lower lip, trying to focus on something like Stefan told you to, and you found the strength in love. Love was what you felt for those two, although you weren't sure yet, what kind of love it was and whether it was stronger towards Damon or Stefan, but nonetheless, love was the feeling you focused on. You kept your eyes closed, and sat there, letting Stefan guide your thoughts with helpful tips and facts that would surely make turning your humanity back on easier.

  It started to dawn on you - these guys didn't hate you. Like Stefan said, they did what was necessary to get you back, and it worked. You were grateful, and happy, and lucky. And aware that you owed many apologies and thank yous, but right now, all that mattered was that you had them both right beside you, and they'd always take care of you when you couldn't do it yourself. Because they loved you, just like you loved them.

  "I love you both", you mumbled, resting against Stefan, allowing yourself to fall asleep. Stefan and Damon glanced at each other, but neither of them spoke a word, just smiled, knowing they felt the same way about you.