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TCTCL: After Elena has left, to go to Mystic Falls.

Damon overhears Mason talking about Elena, and doesn't respond too well.

A group had gathered into the living room, and as a rarity for the week, Damon was actually present, nursing a cup of amber liquid.
Mason had decided to do a drinking game, and Stefan, Klaus, and Caroline had joined him.
Damon stared idly into space, listening to the playful banter that had been going on for the past thirty minutes, thinking that he was nowhere drunk enough to deal with this.
Mason's voice carried over.
"Man, none of you pansies can hold your alcohol! This is the third time I've won!"
"Hey, don't judge!' Caroline accused, "I'm a girl! It's harder for me!"
Mason chuckled, "Oh please! Elena's a girl, and she managed it just fine! God, I wish she was here! She could drink you all down."

"What did you say?"
Mason glanced up to see Damon glaring at him from his seat across the room.
"Uh, just that this would be more fun with Elena around…I mean, it's no secret that that little girl could drink."
No one was prepared for Damon's actions.
He was on his feet in a second, storming over.
"What did I fucking say about mentioning her name?!" He kicked over the table that held all of their alcohol, "You wish she was here?! Who the hell gave you that right?! I mean, what's the matter? No one around to give you a free fuck anymore? Because that's all you ever used her for."

Damon's gaze looked murderous as he focused on Mason, and Stefan stepped in front of him, hoping to defuse the situation.
"He didn't mean it like that, Damon, and you know it."
Damon stepped toe to toe with his brother, "Don't I? But hell, who are you to talk?! You were fucking her long before he was!"
"Damon!" Caroline hissed from her seat on the couch, "Please..."
He could see the tears in the blonde's eyes, but couldn't find it in him to care.
With a humorless chuckle, he shook his head as he looked around, "Oh, come on. You have to respect the irony. I mean, is there anyone in this room who hasn't been with her? I guess we all just need to have a big fucking pity party for the nights coming up that none of us will be getting laid!"
He reached to the floor, grabbing a half empty bottle that had fallen, "Cheers."
Stefan took the bottle from Damon, "I think that's enough for one night.
"The hell it is," Damon hissed, making a grab for the alcohol, prepared to lay Stefan out if necessary.
Mason must have sensed this, and stood, "Damon, this isn't about us, and you know it. We all miss her, okay! You aren't the only one going through this shit!"
"Fuck you," Damon growled, his attention diverted, "You have no idea what this is like…You didn't lose her! You have no fucking right to miss her!"
"We all lost her Damon!" Mason bellowed, and Damon lunged at him.
His fist connected with Mason's face as they both fell to the ground. Mason's extensive martial arts training gave him an edge, but was nothing compared to Damon's rage.
The eldest Salvatore gained the upper hand, rolling Mason to his back, and lifted his fist.
Just as he was about to strike, Stefan knocked into him, and the both flew to the couch.
Stefan wrapped his arms around Damon's struggling body, "Give it up!"
"Fuck you," he hissed, and Stefan pushed him to the floor.
"This has to stop, Damon!" Stefan stated, the room suddenly silent, "We can't all be worried about walking on eggshells around you. Mason's right. We all miss Elena. But this isn't going to solve anything."
Damon climbed to his feet, his eyes shooting fire, "Don't even pretend like you know what missing her feels like, Stefan. Don't you dare. Any of you!"

The group stared at him, and just when he turned his back, a voice spoke up.
"No. Stefan's right."
Damon turned back around, staring at the girl who had just spoken.
Caroline met his gaze, "We don't deserve to be dragged over the coals for this…it isn't our fault. Now, you can pretend like missing Elena is eating you up inside, but we both know that it's more than that. It's the guilt that's killing you."
Damon went rigid, "Shut up."
"No!" Caroline insisted, stepping closer to him, "Because you need to hear this! Elena loves you! And she put up with a hell of a lot to be with you. No one in this house even questioned why she left, because half of them were afraid of the answer! You've spent all this time being afraid of losing her, when you pushed her away. Not Mason, not Stefan, you!"
"Caroline, if one more word leaves your mouth, I'll be shutting it permanently."
"Damon!" Stefan warned, backed up by Klaus's, "Easy, mate."
"No," Caroline told them, "He needs to hear this. He needs to get this out! Because we do have the right to miss Elena! You're the one who doesn't! You finally scared her enough to make her leave! Enough to make her give up on you, and getting Elena to do that….says a lot!"
"Shut up!" Damon yelled, "Shut up, shut up! You don't know anything about this!"
"I know that you nearly hit her!" Caroline screamed, stepping into Damon's face, "That you've ran her through hell and back with your selfishness! She's my best friend, and you are the reason she's gone!"
Before anyone could blink, Damon had moved.

His hand enclosed around Caroline's throat, and he forced her body against the wall, "I said, shut the fuck up!"
Stefan, Mason, and Klaus had their hands on him, pulling him away from the blond, but it didn't faze him.
With dead focus, and looked into Caroline's face. Fear was in her eyes, and her scared expression was all too familiar.
With a groan, he let her go, then brushed past the others, grabbing the bottle from the floor, before heading up the stairs.

Moments later, the expected knocking began, "No one's home."
The door opened anyway, and Stefan blew in, "What in the hell was that?!"
"I call it, making a point," Damon noted.

"I call it out of control!" Stefan's voice raised, "And what was she talking about? You almost hit Elena?!"
Damon's gaze met his, cold and calculated.
"Yeah. I did what I do best, Stefan. I got angry. I lost my temper, and I made sure anyone but me paid for it." He took another swig of his bottle, and Stefan shook his head.
"You wouldn't hurt her."
Damon raised a brow, "Did you not see what just happened downstairs….I'm…what were the words? Out of control? I guess Father was right after all."

Stefan swallowed, "Like that matters! That was Caroline. You would never hurt Elena."
A serious tone landed in Damon's voice, "I scared her enough for her to think so."
Stefan considered this, "That's why she left?"
Damon's silence was answer enough.
Watching him, Stefan sighed, "What happened to you, Damon? That little charade downstairs? That isn't you. I know Elena being gone has changed the way you see things, but that with Caroline…that was a completely different person."

Damon weighed his answer before getting up.
He walked over, standing directly in front of his brother.
"The night that Elena and I fought…when I almost hit her...she had a look on her face. One that I had never seen before."
Damon was avoiding looking at him, his voice thickening.
"She was scared. I had actually scared her…and I tried to make it better…but that look on her face, in her eyes..."
He swallowed, "She looked at me like I was a monster."
Damon brought his gaze up, then, his dead eyes sending a chill through his brother.
"So I'm choosing to be one."

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