CHAPTER ONE:
With the stake scraping against Klaus' heart, Michael shook his head in obvious disappointment. "I am the original vampire, of course I wouldn't need to be invited in. You shouldn't have been so foolish as to underestimate me." With one last shake of his head, Michael drove the white oak stake through his son's heart, finishing the job he had meant to do for well over a century. Next he turned on Stefan who was wriggling on the ground in pain. "Stefan…" Michael tisked and pursed his lips. "I was beginning to tolerate you… I guess it's too bad…"
Katherine, who had been waiting just outside the door, saw what was coming next and sped to Stefan in an attempt to save his life. But of course, it was too late; Michael had already ripped out Stefan's throat and heart, drinking from each as the blood flowed out generously. Katherine swayed and stumbled backwards, her eyes glued on the broken Stefan and her mouth hanging open in a silent scream. Before Michael could turn on her as well, she did what she did best… she ran.
Delivering Stefan's body to his brother was the next thing on Michael's agenda, because even to him family was important.
Not even five minutes later, Stefan's body was laid carefully on the floor in the foyer where shortly after it was placed there, Elena stumbled upon it.
"Ahh!" Elena screamed and shied away from the dead body of her boyfriend. With grief, shock and disbelief, she slid down the wall and remained sitting on the floor until Damon came home. "Where were you?" Elena demanded to know, her eyes puffy and red from non-stop crying. "Where- where were you?" She asked again, choking on her tears.
Damon took a step forward, his expression wild with the same thing's Elena was feeling. "I was… I went…" Words didn't matter right then if they weren't ones that could bring Stefan back, so instead he closed the distance between himself and Elena. He took her in his arms and held her tight, letting her tears soak his shirt and his own drip onto her hair. "I'm sorry." He whispered, to both Elena and to his brother he hadn't been there to protect. They stayed like that for a long time before Elena finally released her tight hold on Damon. With a tear streaked face, she nodded her farewell.
"Elena," Damon caught her delicate wrist, "stay. You need me." The taste of a lie wasn't sweet like most say it is, it was sour and it tasted rotten coming out. "I need you." His voice was quiet and sad. "Please."
After a moment, Elena gave a slow nod.
"I'll get the blankets." Damon hesitated going upstairs, afraid Elena would no longer be there when he came back down. Going into a spare closet, he grabbed a thick blanket and carried it back downstairs and covered the already lying down, Elena. He tucked the blanket in around her and went over to the fire and used the poker to get it going again. He tossed on two more logs before saying goodnight and going upstairs to his bedroom where he lay wide awake. His thoughts ranged from his brother, to Elena, to what would bring about his own doom one of these days. Each and every thought was gloomier than the one before. He wished sleep would come, but knowing it wouldn't he opened his window and leapt out. The night air, seeming to crush down on him from every angle, whistled in his ears as he made his quick descent to the ground; not a single leaf rustled and no twigs snapped under his weight. He was the predator and predator's trained themselves to not make a noise; the best had the ability in their blood from the start. He didn't know what he hoped to accomplish, but he set out to find Michael. He was sure this had happened because of him.
By the time Damon found Michael, the sun was coming up and he was growing weary without having had blood in hours. "Michael." With eyes to kill, Damon stalked forward.
"Ah, Damon." Michael nodded, his lips forming a grim smile. "I wondered when you would come."
Damon didn't waste any time with chit-chat. He dove at Michael, only managing to get his hands locked around his throat. "You killed him!" Angry tears seeped out from under his dark lashes, causing a glittery effect.
Michael continued to smile, no pain, only secrets written in the creases of his aged face. He tore Damon's hands free of him, easily tossing him away. "Now Damon, don't make me leave Elena without a soul in the world." Michael fixed his shirt collar and then locked eyes with Damon. "Oh wait, you don't have a soul." He bared his fangs and pierced Damon's neck in a split second. Drinking his fill, he turned away leaving blood trickling freely from Damon's artery. A gurgling noise was all Damon could manage, his vision growing blurry and his legs unable to support him. All he could think was that his last breath wouldn't be with Elena, telling her he loved her. His body hit the ground with a thud, but with no one around, who's to say the predator's fall wasn't silent?
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