A/N I DON'T OWN ANYTHING

"I will never be mad at you, no matter what you do," Stefan Salvatore said to Helena one night as they were sitting on the couch watching a sad movie about break-ups.

"I am glad to hear that, because there is something I need to tell you….it may hurt as bit, but promise me you won't be mad. Promise me." She repeated, she had no idea how she was going to tell him that she had fallen for his older, more evil brother, Damon.

"You can tell me anything, he reassured her with a kiss on her forehead.

"Good, I just want to tell you that…that….that you…need a haircut!" A HAIRCUT! She screamed at herself mentally as he just laughed.

"You know, I think I am getting a little on the shaggy side," he joked giving her a nudge, knowing that his hair really didn't grow. He was stuck in that form of perfection, never changing, never growing old….

She sighed knowing that he would always stay the same while she withered away at his side... going from looking like boyfriend and girlfriend, to mother and son, and finally to grandmother and grandson. She just couldn't stand it! She wanted to be changed into a vampire, but Stefan would never do it. Damon would, and she knew that, partly why she wanted to be with him. She couldn't help but feel guilty at her lack of feelings towards Damon, even though he had confessed his love for her many times, and she confessed back. Little did he know why she wanted him so bad.

"Hey Tiger," She purred as Damon walked in the room. Stefan had left for a few minutes, he had to run over a package to Jeremy and Helena wasn't supposed to know that. He simply said he was going for a walk. She didn't push him.

"Doll face, what ever is the matter? Is your precious Stefan gone?" He chuckled to himself as if this were the funniest thing in the world.

"Actually yes, he is. He went for a walk; I think he needed to hunt or something. Not that I care about it though. I only care for one Salvatore, and guess who that is?" She crooned as she walked her fingers slowly up his chest muscles. She loved the way his shirt tightened around them, so they were magnified.

"I guess that means I have you all to myself then, I had better make this short time we have together last." He picked her up and carried her into his bedroom where he set her on the bed, flashed to the door, closed it and was kissing her, all within two seconds of being in the room. She couldn't help but feel bad for what she was doing but was it her fault that she loved Damon and not Stefan? How could you say that? He has been there for you through it all and this is how you repay him? By making out with his brother while he wasn't around? She heard her inner voice say.

"What is going on in here?"

She quickly turned to the sound of the voice, it was Stefan! What was he doing home, I thought he was out for a walk. He never stays out less than 30 minutes, it had only been ten at the most.

"W-w-what are you doing home so soon? I thought you were going for a walk." She managed to stammer through the quakes that were rippling through her so violently she swore she bed shook.

"I forgot my coat it is a bit chilly outside." He spat through clenched teeth. "Again, what is going on here? I leave for ten minutes and you are all over her! And YOU!" he turned on Helena throwing his words towards her like daggers, "HOW COULD YOU! I TRUSTED YOU AND YOU GO AND DO THIS! YOU CHEAT!"

With that, he flew across the room, with one target in mind; Damon's throat.