(A/N: Steferine and Datherine story to Baby Came Home, I'm just going to tell you now this story is going to be full on angst, there's going to be betrayal, you see that in the beginning of the chapter, there's going to be abuse, sex, drugs, and many other things, I'm really excited to write this because I live for the angst, I hope you guys enjoy it!)

"I can't do this anymore, Damon, we're going behind our friend's back, we're going behind my boyfriend's back." I say, as I get off Damon's lap, sitting on on the edge of couch, I close my eyes, running my hands through my hair.

I sigh deep, my eyes still closed, I hear Damon's light chuckle as his warm hands drift down my hot skin, but I don't give him the satisfaction of looking at him, as I stare at the picture on the wall, me him, Stefan, my boyfriend all sitting at the table, I remember that day, Caroline thought it'd be funny to take a picture and then try to put it on Damon's wall as a joke that I'd always be stuck between the two of them, he hadn't took it off, but now I wanted it off, it reminded me of my guilt.

I stand up, ignoring his advances towards me, I hear his heart felt sigh, as I stand up and walk over to the wall, I trace my finger over the picture, lost in my thoughts.

"Come on, Katherine, don't kill my buzz." He groans, as stands up, walking towards me, his naked body illuminates in the sunlight, as he glides towards me.

I stay where I am, also naked, we had just had sex a couple hours ago, and we were content laying there, until we started smoking, and the paranoia set in, slowly.

"Come on." He tries again, as he wraps his arms around my naked waist, his touch seems so familiar and inviting, and I bite my lip, looking at the picture.

"Do you think he knows?" I ask, turning to look at him, and he smiles carefree at me, as he shrugs slightly, still looking into my brown eyes.

"Who, Stefan?, guy's clueless about everything." He says, as his finger trails down my stomach lightly, leaving a hot feeling in my stomach as it trails down further.

I hadn't always been unfaithful to Damon's little brother, Stefan, we started dating around fall last year, I remember thinking he was the most intelligent and caring person I ever met, and how different he was from the boy's I always used to date, boy's like Damon- carefree, often jerky types, who don't give a shit about anything, but in that aspect Damon and I were the same, I always felt like I didn't deserve Stefan's undying love, and sometimes it made me feel uncomfortable how loving he was towards me.

It wasn't until I met Damon that I realized that I'd fallen for the wrong brother, Damon, he's fearless, he honestly believes nothing in this world can touch him, like he's some sort of God. He's prideful and arrogant, and very stubborn, but I can relate to him better then I can Stefan.

I remember what he first told me Stefan's love wouldn't be enough for me.

Flashback

I giggle at something witty Stefan says, as I lean back against him, it was the end of our exams, and we were just chilling on the couch, letting out some steam, anxiously waiting for our results, even though they wouldn't come in until tonight, Stefan raises the beer we bought to his lips, and I clink my beer with his, giggling lightly.

He smiles down at me, and takes a sip, and I take a sip of me, we both set our bottles on the glass table in union, I lean back against his chest again, closing my eyes. I can't remember a time where I felt so alive, as I rake my nails against the hot skin of Stefan's arm.

He groans low, and I smirk, raising up a little, so I'm now on top of his lap, my lips are just about to touch his, when we hear someone clear their throat, the sound makes me jump because I wasn't expecting it, my skin crawls back into my body, as I turn to see a very handsome man with black hair, and blue eyes staring at me, a prideful smirk on his lips, as he looks over at Stefan, he's dressed nice, in a black button down, and black slacks, his hair is combed over, making him look more older.

I wonder how old he was, and who he is?

I turn to Stefan, a questioning glance on my face, but he laughs loud, and gently takes me off him, as he stands up, walking to the person, hugging them.

I stare at them, confused a little, but I don't show it, as the guy stares at me, his eyes are staring hard into mine, I smile at him, trying to be polite, but he doesn't take it well, he scowls lightly, and I look away.

Stefan pulls back from the hug.

"It's about time you got a girlfriend." The guy jokes lightly, even his voice is captivating, dark and with a slight edge.

"Shut up, Damon." He says with a light blush on his cheeks as he goes over to the couch.

"Damon, this is my girlfriend, Katherine, be nice." He warns, pointing his finger at him.

Damon.. I taste the name on my tongue, and he raises an eyebrow at me.

Oh, did I say his name out loud?
I feel a light blush on my cheeks as I stand up, prepared to shake his head, but he still raises an eyebrow at me, as he chuckles lightly.

"Like my name?" He teases, as he walks towards me, and I feel my insides turn to jelly, slightly, as I nod my head, suddenly paralyzed with words.

What the hell was wrong with me? I don't even remember being this bashful with Stefan!

"Good, it's an old name, Italian, obviously." He smirks lightly at me, as he goes back to his brother, as he clamps him on the back, Stefan chuckles, looking at me, I smile lightly at him, I didn't like his brother, he was very rude, but I fake a smile for Stefan.

"Anyways." He says as he looks back at me, and then at Stefan.

"How did you get wrapped up with my brother?" He asks, looking at me, and I feel my confidence begin to come back again, as I stand tall, looking Damon straight into his eyes.

"We bummed into each other in the hallway coming into Geometry 101." I say, and Damon snorts as he looks at Stefan.

"Sounds like a cliché meeting, if you ask me." He says, his movements are sharp, as he goes to the brown liquor cabinet, he pours himself a shot of whiskey, and I watch him.

How could he drink, it's only 10 am right now?

Damon doesn't look up at me, as he raises the whiskey to his lips, I watch him chug the glass, and finally, Stefan speaks up, curing us of this awkward time.

"When did you get back?" He asks, as he looks over at his brother, I notice he tenses up a little.

As a psychology major I can already tell there's a rift between them, but I'm not sure over what, yet. Stefan didn't even tell me he had a brother, could Damon be that bad?

"A couple days ago." He says, looking at his brother with a lazy smile, and Stefan nods, and I watch him watch his brother, I'm not sure what to say, I just feel very awkward being here.

"I'm going to go get some things upstairs, I'll be back." Stefan says, as he shoots me a small smile, he walks past me, and kisses the side of my head, I smile at him, but as soon as Stefan leaves the room, Damon marches towards me, my eyes widen, as he lands in front of me.

He raises a glass of whiskey towards me, but I shake my head.

"Don't like to drink?" He says, motioning towards the half empty bottles of beer on the table.

"I don't want to drink with you." I say, looking at him, my eyes stay hard on him.

"Girls would kill to drink with me." He says, as he sets the whiskey down.

"What's your problem, I mean with Stefan, he looks sad every time I see him watch you." I say, challenging him, my voice rises higher.

He leans close to me, and I back away, he smirks, it's almost like the devil, and I feel a slight rush of pleasure shoot down my spine.

"That's none of your damn, business." He says, and I can smell the whiskey he just drank on his breath, I turn away.

"I'm his girlfriend, it is my damn business." I say, as I stare at him, I don't back away, and neither does he.

"Mark my words, Katherine, his love won't be enough for you." He says slowly, as his blue eyes drift down my face, setting them on my lips, and I feel my breathing being to shallow, as I start to turn away, but he moves towards me, gently, and I'm amazed by his sudden grace, as he tucks a piece of hair behind my ear, his fingers barely graze my ear.

I snap out of my trance, as I slap his hand away, he doesn't look hurt though, a devlish smirk on his lips.

"You don't know me, and don't touch me again." I say, my voice is thick with anger and warning, and he raises one hand up, the annoying smirk hasn't left his face, I turn away, against the wall, about to sit back on the couch, but I hear his heavy footsteps glide towards me again, until I'm pushed against the wall, a breath catches in my throat, as I feel him pulsing against me, his body is warm, and inviting, but I stare at the wall, there's chipped wood that seems much more interesting then his face at this moment.

He leans down so that his lips are against my ear, he's pinned me so I can't move, and I huff in slight annoyance.

"Pretty soon, you'll be begging me to touch you." He says, his voice is thick with lust, as he pushes me against the wall again, and I gasp lightly, my cheeks are flushed, I can feel them, as they lay against the wood.

He lets go of him, finally, as Stefan barely enters the room, and I turn around, meeting my boyfriend's gaze, his green eyes seem lighter now, as he smiles at me, and then at Damon.

I collect myself, taking the angry pout off my face as I run my fingers through my hair, I hear Damon's low chuckle under his breath, as I snap my head towards his direction, a scowl on my face.

I rush to Stefan, pulling his head towards me, as I kiss him deeply, he's surprised at first but then slowly kisses me back, I moan low into the kiss, wanting to get the heat between my legs that Damon left out of my system.

I love Stefan.

I pull back, breathless, and he tries to catch his breath along with me.

"What was that for?" He asks, as he holds me losely against the waist, I lean up, and wraps my arms around his neck, hugging him, he holds onto my waist.

"I love you." I whisper into his ear, stroking his hair between my fingers.

I feel his smile against my shoulder.

"I love you, too." He whispers, and I open my eyes to see Damon watching us, his face looks less then pleased, he almost looks angry, his blue eyes flashing, and icy.

I smirk at him, as I hold Stefan tighter.

"you're pathetic." I mouth to him, and he turns away, putting his hand up in a sassy manner, as he walks out of the room.

I don't feel any better, as Stefan stares down at me, his face is full of love, and I trace his cheek with my finger.

But, I can't get Damon's warm body out of my mind, how he held me against the wall, like his prey, the way his voice sent shivers down my spine.

"Hey, are you okay, you're shaking." Stefan says softly, and I look up at him, sighing a little.

"Just cold." I lie, as I take his hand, leading him to the couch, he sits down and wraps me up in a blanket against him, and I lean my head against his chest.

Maybe Damon wasn't pathetic, maybe there was some sort of secret he was carrying and he took it out on me, perhaps he was a person, he clearly had feelings when I kissed Stefan, anger, but maybe there's more emotions he had, I wonder if Stefan would tell me what happened between them, how did they let it get so bad? I feel the inner psychologist come out in me, that was the thing, I always saw the good in someone, and I'm determined to find the good in Damon.

We don't have to like each other but we need to be civil with one another, for Stefan's sake, how hard could it be?