This is a triple-shot donated to breast cancer. Story is set in 1864, shortly after the Salvatore brothers turned.

Requested by: wanderer000

Warning: dark themes, dubious consent, vampire related sexual scenes.

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Think of me as I say goodbye.
Strip away part of me just as you consume me.
Broken smile. Starless sky.
End it all.
Say good-bye.
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He'd been carrying on for nights now, the same routine just with different girls - different victims that was to say. Since the night of their turning, even with their father's blood still reanimating his body, the hunger had not ceased to stop gnawing his insides. His hunger was insatiable. His 'type' even had a name, Damon Salvatore's young brother - Stefan was a ripper.

Meanwhile Damon, also a vampire, lived a different life yet also a routine one. Damon was cold on the inside perfectly matching his outside. He was numb. He was gone to the world for all intent and purposes. Heartbroken and mourning for his human life and the mistakes that were made, Damon lacked purpose as a vampire. He tolerated Stefan, even his alarming lifestyle, only because it was the only thing to do. While horrific acts were continually happening at their former family's estate, Damon turned a blind eye because he felt nothing for the victims and worse- less for his brother. On some nights, Damon would drink to forget those in his past that needed mourning, while on other nights he'd sit very quietly and stare into the nothingness of the open quarry. He'd hope if he could become nothing, the pain would finally just melt away. Once upon a time, someone told Damon that he could turn everything off, but he couldn't seem to get a handle of it. He was only capable of being emotionless sometimes instead of all the time. While Damon was numb, it was a painful numbness that haunted his existence.

In the afterglow of the full moon night, Damon took each painful slow step up the driveway of the grand Salvatore estate. It had been one of those quiet nights for him. The kind of night were even moving hurt him. The depression ached into his bones and borrowed blood, it weighed him down and made it inpossible for him to function normally as a prime vampire. His only priority for the moment was getting to bed and sleeping the following day away, maybe even the day after that, just depending on Stefan's activities. The hairs on Damon's neck stood up sensing his younger brother inside the house. He was still a good 200 feet away from the front door, but he already knew the fate that was waiting for him inside. Stefan had surely brought another one home with him. It was much too early still for his younger brother to call it a night fulfilled.

At the thought of putting up with a perpetually 17 year old Stefan for the rest of eternity, Damon groaned in regards to his lack of maturity. Even as vampires, he still felt like playing the "older brother" role. Somehow after countless of lectures about bringing girls back to the estate, Stefan still wouldn't listen to him. Damon couldn't fathom why Stefan didn't understand that it was dangerous to bring girls back with him. Their damn town knew about vampires and were prepared to strike at any sighting. The boy just didn't think, Damon thought to himself as he secretly slipped into their large home.

Paying attention to the sounds upon entering the main hall, Damon realized Stefan hadn't opted to 'entertain' downstairs as usual. Was he relieved or not after making this discovery? Damon was unsure. He listened closely and deduced that Stefan was in his chambers with - one girl - instead of his preferred bundle. Damon's eyes squinted in suspicion wondering what could have been so special about this particular girl, because it was so unlikely that Stefan was cutting back on his dining habits. Damon wasn't delusional to think everything had changed in the course of one night.

Taking the steps by two, Damon raced upstairs using his enhanced speed to make sense of the situation. He rarely bothered with exploring his new powers, but some situations brought them out naturally. Without making a single sound, he slipped into Stefan's chambers; which disgustingly had once belonged to their late parents. Stefan had lost all of his well polished respect and upbringing and moved into the spacious suite shortly after their father's death. Damon still couldn't believe how they had switched personalities, he often found himself being the more serious one between them.

In the reading parlor of the chamber, Damon could no longer tune out the whimpering crying of the female in question. However, it was all the same to him nonetheless, he felt nothing. He had grown accustom to being around victims. Whenever one saw their true face, they had all reacted the same. They all wailed and clawed alike, men and women, it made no difference. All humans were pathetically the same, Damon had come to realize.

Practically in a methodical nature, Damon opened the door to the Master's bedroom and discovered Stefan straddling the girl in question. Stefan finally bothered to acknowledge his presence, but more likely, because the girl froze at the sight of Damon standing in the doorway. Her chocolate-colored eyes widened in silent appeal.

"Brother! You're home at last." Stefan saluted in a perfectly normal voice as if their situation was atypical.

Damon almost laughed aloud remembering to Stefan, this must be atypical. He walked closer to the pair on the bed.

At enhanced speed, Stefan jumped off the girl and roughly held her up by her right upper arm. The front of her dress was unbuttoned exposing the top of her cleavage.

But more importantly than her battered apparence, she looked like the vampire that made them both - Katherine.

"Katherine." Damon growled, showing more emotion in that moment, than he had in all of the past seven weeks.

"I'm not-" The girl attempted to protest with fiery eyes. Oh, the girl had spirt, that was for certain.

"She's not Katherine." Stefan said with a sly smile on his face. "You know what - she's better."

Damon concentrated and confirmed her rapid heart beat. He was amazed. The girl looked just like his tragic lover. The one he was meant to spend the rest of eternity with. The one that he still wanted to chase forever.

While still standing behind her, Stefan's face changed and in a split-second he violently bit into her neck. She screamed and then groaned, shortly her eyes rolled back in her head as he drained the life from her.

"She tastes so good." Stefan said stopping for a moment, her blood dripping down his lips. "All warm and ripe."

Damon found himself disgusted at how arousing the scene had become for him. The demon inside wanted her. Wanted her blood. He wanted a piece of his own. He wanted to dominate her. So much so that he had to fight with all of his inner instincts to prevent himself from biting down on the other side of her neck.

Watching Stefan closely, Damon suddenly realized that he had no regard for her. He was going to kill her. Kill the girl that looked like Katherine, like it made no difference to him at all. How could Stefan not feel a thing for this one? Damon cursed his rotting insides for the thoughts in his head. He couldn't be soft. He wouldn't be soft, because if he were, he'd never have her.

"Stop." Damon growled, but Stefan continued drinking. "I said stop."

Stefan paid no attention to his older brother. He was too enraptured by the taste of the brunette beauty going limp in his arms.

Damon walked over to him and pulled the back of his head to make him back off.

"What? What brother?" Stefan said momentarily stunned by the jarring interruption. He wasn't used to being interrupted. He always drank until the body turned to nothing in one go - that was his style.

"You always were selfish. Your one fault. Not willing to share anything, are you?" Damon spat.

Stefan laughed gleefully in a way that made him nauseous. He threw the girl at him as if she was a rag doll. Damon's face shifted back and forth between demon and man as he attempted to hold back the urge to take her right there and then. No, he wasn't going to do it that way. He tried not to wince as he took in her appearance and the open wound on her neck, instead he gently laid her on the bed.

Damon's hand caressed the cheek of her unconscious form. He was mesmerized by the supernatural abnormality of her existence.

Stefan's uncouth cough brought him back to reality and Damon pulled back from the girl, returning back into his hollow shell. He couldn't be soft, damn it, that had always been his one fault he supposed.

"Aren't you going to-" Stefan began to ask.

"I just ate." Damon said lamely, wishing he had thought of a better excuse beforehand. "Later. That is alright, right?" He questioned in a way that was rhetorical, so Stefan wouldn't push back on the issue.

"Of course." Stefan said licking his lips clean and slumped down on the corner sofa bench. He appeared casual and quite indifferent for the most part.

"Where did you find her?" Damon asked. The curiosity was killing him.

"In the alley behind Victoria's tavern."

Hearing the girl in question was of the 'working woman' class made it difficult for Damon to swallow, even just for a second. "So she's a-"

"Giving it away practically." Stefan replied coolly. "Why, I just had some coins on me is all."

For some reason this fact disturbed Damon. It was a strange feeling to have suddenly. Nothing disturbed him anymore.

"So I brought her home with me and-"

Damon looked down, unable to look at her or his brother. He needed to get a grip.

"And she didn't even know how to kiss. How do you reckon that much?" Stefan asked incredulously.

"What?" Damon snapped. Women who walked the alley streets knew how to kiss, it was a job requirement for hell's sake.

"Then she wouldn't kiss me, not the way I wanted. And I demanded more, so she grew frightened. Well. You know how I like them frightened." Stefan shrugged. "It makes the blood richer and I just couldn't help myself."

Stefan could never help himself, Damon thought.

"You mean you never-" It dawned upon Damon that Stefan never got the chance to have her. It brought him a great relief for some reason.

"Maybe later." Stefan said nonchalantly. "How's this brother, you can have her first."

Damon's face grew tight at implications of the offer, but he didn't even have a chance to respond. Stefan had gotten up claiming that he was still hungry and left the room, not bothering to change his blood stained dress shirt.

With an extended sigh, Damon turned to the Katherine look-alike laying on the bed. Almost unconsciously like second nature, he placed a throw cover over her body. He continued to stare at her face after covering her. Her lips were still swollen from his idiot brother's attack.

Damon thought of having her first and what it would mean. She was obviously a virgin, was that why the offer appealed to him? He had once heard that virgins were a delicacy; that their blood was finer, sweeter to the taste. He concluded to allow himself the pleasure of being her first and then he'd kill her. Yes, that sounded like a right plan to him.

A/N: How bad do you wanna read the next part? Bet you can't guess what's gonna happen next. Ha-Ha. Be Good & Review!

Here's the original prompt by wanderer000: "If you're up to a new oneshot, I love angst, smut, bloodplay, dark possessive Damon- *grins* , the usual stuff. :)"

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