Chapter 1: History Lessons

A shadow loomed in the cemetery, the eyes of a demon glinted in the faint moonlight. The dark orbs watched on as the town's people of Mystic Falls slept warm and peacefully in their beds; completely unaware of the potential dangers lingering just beyond their boarders.

Damon sat before the fireplace; the dying embers of the fire cast the room in a faint, eerie glow. An empty glass of whiskey was in his hand, it was long forgotten as he was lost in his own private thoughts.

As the night wore on, Stefan entered the room and took a seat at his wooden desk in the corner; opening his journal and started to write in it. Damon knew Stefan was keeping a watchful eye on him, just because he made a few choice mistakes.

And he thought I was bad.Damon mentally muttered and sunk back into his trance like state.

The hands on the clock face ticked by, Damon's blue eyes were still in that trance like state as he looked into the coals and Stefan was still writing in one of his many journals.

"She was different, that one." Damon said aloud, Stefan looked up and to his brother; confusion swept his usually calm facial features.

"Uh…" Stefan started, trying to figure out what his deranged brother was talking about.

"She was different because she was the first girl that denied your advances?" Stefan questioned, laughing under his breath.

Damon glared into the fireplace, grumbling.

"You say that about every girl you sleep with and kill, you sound like a broken record Damon." Stefan shrugged, it was the truth; he said it all the time. Rolling his eyes, Stefan went back to writing to avoid Damon's glare, he felt his eyes boring into the side of his head. Once Damon had stopped glaring and had turned back to the fire; did Stefan look back up again.

Stefan's mind clicked over and suddenly remembered the last time his brother was speaking like this, or along the same similar lines.

Stefan's face changed from passive, to smug.

"She was different because not only had she outwitted you," Stefan mused, running his fingers through his hair casually as he leaned back on his wooden seat to get more comfortable.

"But because she kicked your ass on multiple occasions since our birth as Vampires, which is spanning from 300 – 400 years." Stefan pondered, a smile gracing his lips. Damon glared but before he even knew what he was doing, Stefan was laughing hard as he realized his older brother, the almighty Damon was pouting.

"She was one of the oldest out there; she knows how to deal with -"

Stefan interrupted, still laughing.

"Arrogant, selfish, narcissistic, self indulged, over confident, egotistical Vampires like yourself?" Stefan offered, his eyes dancing with merriment at Damon's displeasure. The older Salvatore brother sighed, shaking his head he stood up and walked with vampire speed to the window. Outside, the rain was splattering against the window. The night was dark for there was no moon out, the street lamps created a faint glow through the mist.

"I was thinking, charming, handsome, outgoing, caring and environmental Vampires, actually Stefan. The fact she called me all of those in one sentence was enough to make me amused," Damon's face quirked into a smug look, Stefan rolled his eyes and picked up his pen.

"Anyways, she knows how to deal with wonderful Vampires like me since she has been roughly around since the beginning of time," Damon thoughtfully said, his eyes watching what ever it was outside the window. Finding nothing, Damon walked over to the decanter bottle and popped the cap, pouring himself another glass of whiskey. Stefan knew his brother was trying to keep his dignity as he refilled his class, Stefan also knew Damon was avoiding his smirk as he kept his back to him.

Tonight, Stefan was going to have his fun.

"What did she do again? Made you her little servant didn't she?" Stefan questioned, the candles flickering on the table. He heard his phone go off somewhere in the corner of the room, it was charging. Damon looked at his little brother and saw the mock confusion on his face. Damon felt his muscles tense as he turned to look away from his pestering little brother, Stefan couldn't help but smirk.

"The almighty Damon Salvatore was wrapped around a seventeen year old girl's pinky for about one hundred years and better yet, you still don't know the extent of her powers."

Damon sighed before taking his spot back by the window, glaring into the darkness. He took a deep breath before he met his brother's eyes in the reflection, his eyes were black.

"Remember what I said if you ever brought that up again," Damon growled, his eyes turning darker. He flicked his tongue over his growing fangs before turning around and taking a step towards his brother.

"Down boy, chill." Stefan laughed and settled back down to write. Stefan took a sip of his whiskey and placed it on the desk, writing again.

"Kill joy," Damon grouched like a little kid, looking back out the window. He was hoping to intimidate his brother but looks like he'll have to result in plan B.

"She did not have me wrapped around her little pinky, it was either do as she said or I would've been Damon the shishkabob." She grouched again, rolling his shoulders as he took a sip of his whiskey.

The silence was broken as the door bell rang.

"Did you?" Stefan started, standing. Damon's face was genuinely curious as he followed his brother out of the room towards the front door.

"No way in hell little brother, tonight was our bonding night."

Damon leaned against the doorframe as Stefan opened the front door.

"Oh good god," Damon growled fiercely and retreated back into the house, his screaming and ranting was heard. It left Stefan to deal awkwardly with who ever was at the front door.