He killed her.
He killed her.
He killed her.
No sound, no word, and no thought were yielded to the striking cobalt blues that may have once been able to breach the violent rhythm of his fist as it repeatedly connected with his brother's face.
I will make it an eternity of misery for you.
A promise Damon maintained for decades in various forms of gore, or more specifically: beheadings. Never wanting Stefan to forget that if it hadn't been for that one decision, that one instant of absolute selfishness as the sun rose in eighteen-sixty-four and he failed to say goodbye, none of this would be happening and she wouldn't have become another causality in his cruel commitment.
But she was. The golden shine and mock halo of hair she'd spent close to an hour styling in preparation for his birthday celebrations at the grill, reduced to a temporary fitting that would dwindle and decay upon a stiff greying mass – body that marked her former place in the world – but no longer housed her spirit.
An unexpected blow connected with his chest, sensing the momentary chink in his armour, shadowed by a boot to his left knee.
With an animalistic snarl he increased his efforts – his blind drive for revenge – overlooking the pain as he kicked, punched and threw his brother around the room, frantic for blood – Damon's blood – indifferent as years of memories scattered with rough disregard, tattered and broken on the floor, crushed beneath their stampeding soles.
Most collected with her.
"Come on, I did this for you. To get them off our trail." Damon spat indignantly as his back collided with the wall, discouraging a hit, weakly justifying his betrayal – her murder – as if they were children again and Stefan should be an appreciative co-conspirator.
"You never do anything for anyone but yourself," Stefan uttered, impassive, unmoved as he reached for the weapon he'd stolen from Zach's trove of anti-vampire gear and tucked into the waistband of his pants. Stake he swiftly buried in his brother's chest and twisted to force between the shield of bone around his heart, observing as the derisiveness vanished from Damon's eyes and gave way to watery shock.