"It's over Damon." Stephen said somberly, giving his brother one last right hook and knocking him to the ground.
"You really think this scuffle matters? Please brother, what do you take me for?" Damon chided in response.
"Bonnie!" Elena yelled from the sidelines.
"Okay, just like we planned," Bonnie muttered to herself unconvincingly as she threw the book to the ground, the image on the cover showing two hands holding an apple. From Damon's perspective upside-down, it read thgiliwT.
"Oh God, not a book. What are you going to do?" The mad brother laughed, trying to force himself off the ground though it was difficult with so many torn muscle tendons.
"I told you before Damon, I wont kill you so I'm exiling you," Stephen explained as Bonnie chanted over and over again in the pale light of the full moon before the church.
"You tried locking me up once. It wont work you idiot!" He growled. "And will someone shut that ** up!" The chanting continued on at a quickened rate as the wind began to blow and the book opened. "On this hour give me power. On this hour give me power," she chanted. "Magic of the witch's hour I call you now for your power. Magic of the witch's hour I call you now for your power." Bonnie continued on. "And through this man's cursed reign, he has taken only pain. Now forever let us look, let him be banished within the book!" There was a bright flash of green and Damon was gone.