Damon walked into Stefan's room, carrying a glass of blood.
'Rise and shine, sleepyhead,' he said mockingly. Stefan rolled over onto his stomach and pulled his pillow over his head as Damon began to rummage through Stefan's things.
'Come on! We've got things to do, people to eat.' He began opening the drawers of Stefan's desk.
'Don't go through my stuff. What are you even looking for?' mumbled Stefan into his pillow.
'My ring. I took it off last night and I think you might have it.' Stefan rolled his eyes inwardly.
'And why would I have it?' he asked, not trying to hide his irritation. Damon had stopped moving things around, and Stefan heard short, choked breaths.
'Why do you have this?' Damon asked in a strangled voice, holding up the picture of Katherine. Stefan knew what Damon was talking about. He turned over and sat up in a rush.
'It's nothing important, just a memory,' Stefan said breathlessly, moving towards Damon.
'And that's why it was hidden? I know you, you only keep things that mean something important to you.' Damon said accusingly.
'I, uh-'
'You were with her, weren't you?' he said, whispering so that he was barely audible. Stefan stopped where he was and shook his head with regret, staring at Damon sadly. All of the memories came flooding back to him. Stefan's eyes glistened with tears and he looked down.
'You loved her, didn't you!' Damon said louder. He remembered too. He imagined her sneaking out of Stefan's room to meet him, and he'd never even suspected.
'You love her now! You love Katherine.' He shouted as tears rolled down his face. Damon strode towards Stefan and put his hand around Stefan's neck, lifting him up off of his feet. Stefan gasped for breath, and pulled at Damon's hand. Damon didn't try to hide the pain in his voice.
'You were the one who told father, weren't you? You did this to her. Without you, no one would have known, and Katherine would be alive. This is your fault.' He shook his head in disgust. 'You took something important away from me, and I know what I can take away from you. Something you love so much. I can take that away from you in a second.' Damon brought him down so that Stefan's feet barely touched the floor. 'You didn't just take her away from me,' Damon whispered into Stefan's ear. 'You made her yours. I'm going to give you a taste of your own medicine.' Damon smiled cruelly. He picked up a pencil from the desk behind him and plunged it into him, just missing his heart. Damon dropped Stefan to the ground, 'Found my ring,' he taunted. He sped out of the room as Stefan slumped against the bed, coughing and clutching his chest. Stefan knew what Damon was going to do, and he knew he couldn't stop him.