A/N: I know….it's been forever and I'm sure some of you are all WTF?! Well. Right now, I'm putting Cursed: The Black Swan and Karaoke Serenade on hold for the time being. They just aren't talking to me and there are a few things I want to fix….BUT….this little plot bunny pounced on me and just won't leave me alone! I really hope you enjoy this as much as I am! Also, I'd like to thank Ahvitahl Alvarez/Jasper'sGoddessofWar for damn near jumping out of her seat to Beta this story for me! I'd also like to thank the ever kick ass Ausha/aushapasha for pre-reading and betaing my stories when she has the time. Nursing school…nuff said there!

Disclaimer:

Let us not forget that I just get to play with these kick ass characters….I don't own a damn thing….sadly…

DPOV

I don't get it! I just don't get it…at all! My own damn brother is a weak ass son of a bitch. First, it's all about keeping a hold on his monster….now it's all about this dumb bitch he met in high school. You heard me correctly, my "older brother" is reliving his high school years.

Now, I'm not one to pass up on some pussy, but this fucker is a pussy ass whipped fucktard. It's all about "Elena". His little tart of a girl. Hate to break it to ol' Stefan, but his bitch spread her legs for his younger brothers just last night. Edward and I rode her like a fucking train. We beat not only the pussy in…but her ass too! Come to think about it, I feel kinda bad for our dear older brother.

He claims that Elena is his mate. Frankly, I feel he still harbors the love he had for Katherine and is channeling it into his little doppelganger bride. Either way, she's playing him like a fiddle, just as Katherine did to Stefan and I.

I'm not exactly sure how in the hell Edward was changed and thrown into the mix. Stefan was always the golden child in our beloved home. The apple of our dear old dad's eye. I was the fuck up. The middle child. Treated like a slave to the household. Edward, the baby, got away with murder until he was considered a man. That's when the old fuck started beating the ever loving shit outta the two of us while Stefan looked on is disappointment. Until Katherine came into our lives.

By this time, Edward had vanished off the face of the earth. No note, no bread crumbs, nothing. I ended up sticking around with Stefan, continued with the nightly lashings, and lived what life I had.

When we first met Katherine, we both seemed to have the same thoughts. Heaven sent an angel to grace us with her presence. She was the most gorgeous woman we had ever laid eyes on. Big doe brown eyes, thick locks of dark chocolate for hair, and an hour glass shape that women these days would kill for.

To this day, I still saw her first although Stefan seems to think otherwise. At first, I let him believe whatever the hell he wanted to, but after the night our own father killed us because of her, I let him have it. I became what I am today because of him. I knew for a fact that he wouldn't make it on his own.

Hence "The Ripper".

Yep, that was dear old Stefan.

Now, he prefers Thumper and Bambi instead of our normal diet. Drives me up the fucking wall I tell ya! Edward and I have more control over our urges. We know when to indulge before we flip our shit. We know what triggers our bodies and emotions, so keeping a calculating eye on all that is what keeps us hidden. Not to mention the rings we chose and wear. Although getting them was a bit hard since them witch bitches seem to hate us.

Either way, Edward and I are starting to get bored with hanging out with Stefan and his goo-goo eyed bullshit with that tramp he wants to wife up. Waste of fucking time when we've seen who she really is. Another Katherine just waiting for her chance at an eternity to wreak havoc. We want no part of that shit and plan to go our own way.

There's a place in Volterra, Italy that is a castle of horrors. Right up our alley considering the royalty are the ones who run that shit. In this castle we will, apparently, find anything and everything we have ever looked for. Sexual deviants with fetishes, criminals who are sentenced to die a slow and torturous death, they even have an area where you could possibly find your mate, as well as human trafficking. That falls under the mate category as well though. The humans are taken care of and treated well until a lonely vampire finds their mate. Then they are immediately changed.

Edward and I aren't interested in a mate, but we are always looking for a party. Wonder if they will have any of that wonky wine. The kind that actually gets us drunk. I've heard of it, but never had the pleasure of indulging. That should be an epic round of unadulterated fun.

We decided to start packing our bags and prepare to leave Stefan with his own devices. Half way through our process, there was a gentle knock at our door. Hey, don't judge! Edward and I have never had any problems with sharing anything now or while we were still human. Vampires in general are very selfish creatures…but there's just something between my brother and I that seems to transcend the norm. Now, when it comes to sharing with the emo of the family, yeah, we don't play that shit. He can go fuck himself for all we care. Maybe it's because we were the ones treated like shit while Emo Boy was placed on a pedestal. Either way, we have no issues until Stefan decides to tag along…which judging from the growl Edward let out, that's exactly what's gonna happen.

"It's open!" I call out continuing on with my task at hand while Edward continued to growl.

I refused to acknowledge whoever it is entering our room. It's either Stefan or Elena. Edward continues his growling which doesn't bode well for whoever is entering. See, we have multiple powers and gifts….poor Edward has the ability to read minds. Apparently, something is being thought or visualized that he doesn't like. That leads me to believe that it's Elena that is joining us at this time. Stefan must have left.

"What are you guys doing?" she asked as she flopped down in the chair across the room from us. "I'm bored and Stefan had to go to practice."

"Isn't it obvious? We are going on a road trip." Edward gritted through a clenched jaw while picking up his pace. I noticed he had stopped folding them neatly, choosing instead to throw them in, hoping they would fit when he closed it.

"Y-you're leaving? Was it something I said? Something I did? I thought…."

Edward spun around, his l lips curled back from his teeth. "You are with Stefan, Elena. We don't have anything together besides a booty call."

I growled my agreement, the pieces starting to click together.

"You aren't good enough for us. You're better off sticking with Emo." Edward finished, shaking his head in disgust as he turned around to go back to packing.

"But we could have something special…" Elena trailed off once more as tears flooded her eyes.

"You are Stefan's mate. What we had was nothing more than a blip on our radar. You aren't anything special. If anything, we one upped our little bitch of a brother. You are nothing to us now leave us be." I snarled, going back to packing myself.

Letting out a gut-wrenching sob, she ran into the bathroom. When neither of us rushed after her, she calmly walked out and sat back down in the chair.

"Okay, boys, here's how this is gonna go. I WILL have all three of you to myself. You WILL all be at my beck and call. If you refuse, I'll be sure Stefan severs all ties to you both." She threatened with a smirk on her face. 'Yep, just like Katherine,' I thought. 'Another angel with a dark heart amongst the worldly innocents. Just what the fuck we need.'

Smirking at her with the devil in my eyes, I stared straight into her shit brown ones as I picked up my phone and dialed Stefan.

"What do you want Damon?" He asked with a sigh.

My smirk widening, I answered. "I just wanted to inform you that Edward and I are heading out to give you and your tramp some space."

"SHE'S NOT A….." Stefan tried to answer until I spilled our guts while Edward full on belly laughed in the background.

"Not a tramp you say? Funny, since we pulled a train on her just last night while you were out hunting Bambi," I said while chuckling. "She's another Katherine, Stefan. You'd better leave before the shit gets too deep." I replied before hanging up on him and topping off my packing.

"See? There you go, Elena. Steffie knows everything and we're leaving. So to answer your little demands, Edward and I want nothing to do with you. We're not coming back. It'll be like we never existed." I smirked while Edward snickered. Elena gave us both the death glare like we were scared of her, then left, stomping down the stairs.

High-fiving each other for a job well done, we zipped up our bags. Heading downstairs, we both got flickers of the memories we spent in this house. Of course, the ones involving Steffie-boy were cast aside we had one last laugh, walking out the door and leaving it behind us. We packed our bags up into the back of the love of my life, my gorgeous, baby blue Mustang. Once settled in, I started up the engine, anything at her purr and drive out of the driveway. Moments later, Edward and I started talking about the pleasure castle, as we called it, we had been hearing rumors about.

As soon as we hit the main street through Mystic Falls, we blew past a severely pissed off emo. I hit the gas while Edward kept an eye on him. Turning around in his seat, he slapped his knee, roaring with laughter.

"Fucker was too emo to notice it was us!" He snickered trying to catch his breath. "His thoughts were solely on killing us and running away with Elena all snuggly-warm in bubble wrap."

I laughed so hard at the mental picture he sent me, I had to pull over till I could reign in my laughter. As it finally died down, I got out of the car and started to walk over to this massive weeping willow. Edward followed while sparking up a cigarette. Taking a deep drag, he sat down and leaned against the trunk of the tree looking up at the drooping branches.

"Have you ever felt a pull to a specific area? You know, like something is calling you to come find it?" Edward asked as he took another healthy, deep drag. "I mean, I feel like there is something amazing out there waiting for me. I just don't know what. Fuck, I sound just like Emo," he ground out through clenched teeth as he put his head between his knees. "I mean, I've never been more than a piece of shit on our family's shoe. Is it bad that I wouldn't mind having a purpose in this life? Something worth living for besides you dear brother," he sneered the last sarcastically. "Just once, don't you want to trump Stefan completely?"

"Yeah," I agreed, nodding. "I do want all of that and yes, I have felt the pull as well. My gut is telling me that whatever is pulling us around by our balls, we will find in Italy. Now get your pansy ass in the car so we can get there sooner rather than later." I finished with a chuckle when he shoved me.

I really love these heart to hearts with my little brother. Every now and then, we get in these moods where we just need to be serious for a minute. This was his first in a very long time. I think that thing with Elena did a number on both of us…I'm just not sure why. Somewhere in the back of my mind, it reminded me of what Katherine did to Stefan and I.

We have no problem putting Stefan in his place these days since he gave it to us growing up…it's our turn now. Emo better watch his six. All those times he's ever narced on us, blamed us for something wrong in his life, encouraged the beatings while standing to the side acting like he was our disappointed father…that shit stacks up and soon, we will either demand blood or completely alienate him from our lives. I think Edward would like the latter.

Pulling into the boating dock, we loaded the car into a shipping crate headed straight to Rome. After we made sure of the date it would arrive, we paid the man and headed to Norfolk to catch our flight. We only bought one way tickets for the time being. We also made sure to dispose of our cell phones and turn them off; opting to get new ones when we felt like we needed them.

Our inheritance has already been separated three ways although Stefan got ¾ of it to himself. No worries, Edward and I played the stock market for fools with my visions and even dabbled a bit in Vegas over the decades which is why we have nothing to worry about when it comes to our cash flow. If Stefan decides to stick with the leech, his shit will dwindle into nothing real quick.

It's time to take our brotherhood and shove it down Emo's throat. I'm tired of his ass. And to think I went through with the transformation because he begged me to. Said he couldn't live without me by his side and look how the fucker treats me.

I'm done.

As for Edward, we never did find out how the hell he was changed. He refuses to tell us, which must be really fucking bad. Either way, I get the feeling that he'll be spilling his guts soon. Now that it's just us, we are limitless. It's us against the world.

Still, I can't help but feel there is still a missing piece to this puzzle. Glancing over at Edward passed out in his seat, I wonder what would happen if either of us did wind up with a mate. How bad could it possibly be? If the stories are true, then there would be someone cut from the very same stone as us, making two halves into one whole.

Now, don't think I'm going soft or anything, because that's the last thing you'll see me do. Edward and I, we aren't tamable. We will never settle down. We will stay our assholish feisty selves till the day we turn to ash. Why would someone make a woman into something that could handle us?

They have tried and none have succeeded. Never will they, either. Forever, my brother and I are destined to play the field. Just thinking that sends a pang through my chest. Not sure why, but I'll just have to wait and see. Maybe Italy holds more than just a distraction.

Maybe.

A/N: Alrighty then….not bad for a first chapter if I do say so myself! Now, leave me some love!