Brotherly love
Damon's rage heightened and he plunged his blade into his brothers heart, and watched the shocked look on Stefan's face as he fell to the ground... It was almost like slow motion, and then Damon's own gut wrenched... He was remembering things that only he could see...
When they were both little, Damon and Stefan had been close... Before Damon decided that it was Stefan's fault that his mother had died... Damon had promised, even as he also swore to hate his little brother that he wouldn't let anything happen to him... and now... Now, he had killed him in a blind fury...
"Stefan..." the words came so softly out of his lips, that he himself could hardly hear them. He felt like he was moving through molasses as he walked towards his brother, praying that by some chance he had missed... that he had not delivered the killing blow that he knew he had. He bent over Stefan, and saw something that tore his heart in two.
There was such hatred in his brothers eyes, and all he wanted to do was erase it... he opened his mouth to say something, then felt a pain shoot through him, and saw the savage triumph on his brothers face as he peirced his own heart... Damon fell to the ground with one last thought...
I'm sorry Stefan...
Later, when he woke, and Stefan called his name, all he could see was that rage... and that triumph at his own death, and he fled into the night... to become... To become the night... It was his destiny. If his own brother could hate him that much... if he had damned his own brother to the life of the night, then he could embrace it, embrace it and gather as much power as possibal, and make sure that his brother, his little brother, who would rather die than take a human life, aside from Damon's own... was safe... Yes, he would gain power, and when he met Stefan, he would seem arrogent and angry, hating and loating... he would be doing it all to protect his brother... his brother who he had killed and damned... and... he was sorry...