"Stefan, I chose Damon on my own. I'm not making a mistake," I accused, frustrated and exasperated. This had to be the one hundredth time I was going over this with Stefan.

"You don't see it. You can't see him like I do," Stefan replied. He was desperate for me to see it his way, but I just couldn't do it. I loved Damon.

"You're both vampires. You're both able to shape shift, if you want me to follow what you're saying, then you'd be out of my life too," I snapped, getting tired of this conversation. It just kept repeating itself. Déjà vu anyone?

"I'd rather have to step out of your life and know that he's absent, than to be in it and put you in such danger," he replied, putting his hands on the sides of my face.

I pushed his hands away instantly, and began walking away from him, "I'm not losing either of you," but I didn't make it far before a crow landed on the tree in front of me. I turned back and gave Stefan a look, silently telling him 'this conversation is over'. When I turned back I saw my tall, dark, and handsome. I smiled, and he smiled back, "Don't stop on my account," he said, although I knew he was taunting his brother.

I paused. Things were about to get tense…well…more so than what was already present.

"Damon…this has to end," Stefan growled. The brothers each had a dark look in their eye as they stared each other down. There wasn't much movement, except for the occasionally tensing of a muscle, and of course, myself.

"Actually, brother, it's just begun," Damon draped his arm around my shoulders and his dark look faded into a triumphant one.

"Don't do this to her. Don't drag her into this…we can't….it'd be just like before…" Stefan replied, his dark look also fading as he looked from me and then back to Damon. His expression was once again desperate.

Damon smirked, "No, it won't," he said. I felt him move, "Because this time around. You won't be involved," and Damon turned from his brother, taking me with him. I felt what Damon had said was a little harsh. I didn't want Stefan out of my life. I looked back at Stefan as if to tell him that Damon wasn't right.

"Damon…" I said gently, touching his chest with my hand.

"You're never going to see him again" Damon spoke calmly and clearly. Part of me knew he'd manipulated my thoughts, but I couldn't fight it. I was never going to see Stefan again.