Katherine isnt in the tomb, she took off after they began to round all the vampires up. The boys still die. Damon is angry, but hasnt yet declared to make Stefans life hell. I wanted to give him more than loosing his love and forcing him into turning as a reason. I hope you guys enjoy this. Elena is going to be here in this time as well. Please review.

Waking from death is like waking from a deep sleep. It's easy, just opening your eyes, taking that first, stale deep breath in days to find the world around you has changed, an yet it hasnt.

Senses on over load, the body trying to finish the transformation but lacking that one simple ingredient. Blood. You can hear 6 feet above your grave the wind rustling through the grass. Smell the freshly dug dirt piled on top of your coffin. Smell the iron nails and fresh oak wood coffin surrounding your body. The soft satin pillow and lining curving around your body in the small box.

Then. Panic settles in...

Damons blue eyes in the dark couldnt see a thing. But he could smell and hear the world around him. His hands slowly rose at his sides to touch the smooth wood lid of the coffin. He lightly knocked on the wood, panic had not yet set in. The wood creeked under the weight of the dirt above him when he shifted his weight a bit, he took a deep shakey breath. The air tasted stagnant. He was in the ground. His heart in his chest tightened. How was he going to escape this? Lady Katherine had always promised that she would be here when he had awoken to this life. Protect him from being buried. She had said it was rare indeed to be buried alive..and it was even harder to escape the coffin, but possible. But they hadnt exactaly talked about that. Because well, she had always made it out that it would never happen for him. She was supposed to be here for him.

For a moment he thought he had heard foot steps and the sound of gravel being shoveled somewhere near him, were they buring someone else? Or were they digging someone out? Grave robbers? But his breathing had picked up as he started to panic. He paused, would he survive without air in here? His fingers curled into fists, he didnt have room to punch the wood. He tried to roll over on his front but found the coffin too tight a fit.

He paused again after trying very hard not to panic. He had to stay calm if he was to think of a way out. But he couldnt think of anything. After a long while, their it was again. The sound of feet and gravel being shoveled. This time it sounded like it was coming from above his grave. Someone was digging him out! Thank the good Lord, was it Lady Katherine?

His heart swelled with the possibility. His love had come for him! It took a moment to realize that one shovel turned to two. His brows furrowed together, who could it be digging him out? He could do nothing but wait and find out then.

It seemed like an eternity till a shovel made contact with the wood lid of his coffin. Causing him to wince at the loud boom.

The shoveling paused for a moment and the shuffling of feet like someone trying to get out of the grave. Then the lid was slowly lifted. Light of day crept through the cracks causing him to close his eyes, his right hand sheilding his eyes from the light. He had grown too accustomed with the darkness.

"Brother!" Shock filled Damons body at the sound of his brothers voice, how had he known he would be awake?. He tried to open his eyes to find his brother face but the noon sun was just above their heads.

He felt strong hands on his shoulders lifting him up out of the box, his blue eyes opening trying to adjust to the world of light around him.

"Come Master Stefan we must go before someone finds us here..." Emilys voice floated down to them from the top of the hole. A smile formed on his lips, Lady Katherine had to be here somewhere.

"Emily? Where is Lady Katherine?" His eyes finally had adjusted to find the black hand maiden of his lover.

Emilys face under the bonnet was blank as she stared at him. "As I told Master Stefan I shall inform you both when we get somewhere safe."

Damon frowned, he didnt like being spoken to the way she had spoken. He hadnt exactaly agreed on the slave laws, or the fact that she was a women. But at the moment under the circumstances he would have liked an answer.

His eyes found Stefan who was hoisting himself out of the grave, Damon followed just after him. Coming to stand on the edge of his grave he turned to find his headstone. His brow came together, his eyes flickering down to the wood coffin below. He had died, and come back just as she had said. How odd. He had seen her face change, seen her drink the blood of man. But in that moment. It came crashing down on him. He would live forever with her.

Damon licked his dry lips, he needed water. He was rather thirsty. He shifted his weight, his eyes seeing another mound of freshly dug dirt. He glanced it over for a moment before looking at the headstone.

The name standing out. 'Stefan Salvatore'. Damon stopped breathing. His brother..had been in a grave too. Anger filled his body for a moment. He had fed from Lady Katherine as well? That couldnt be possible..but yet here was his grave? His eyes turning hard to find his brother staring at him with a soft expression.

"Stefan explain this!" A long pale finger came to point at the grave that his brother had apparently been in not that long ago.

Emily cleared her throat catching both their attention. " We must leave. So I can explain to you the fundamentals."

Damon threw a hard look at Stefan before following the small black women.

Damon sat near the river, his knees pulled up to his chest, a letter fisted in his palm.

Emily had given them each a ring, that was to let them walk in the day light once they completed the transition. But he had decided that he would die, he wouldnt take any more lives. The war had already pushed him to regret shooting and stabbing men on the battlefield. The screams still filled his mind, the blood stained on his hands. The faces burned into his memory.

He had only chosen the life as a vampire because he thought Lady Katherine had loved him..that she would forever be by his side. She had spoken soft words, convincing him that she couldnt live her eternity without him. And he had never felt that type of love before, other than from his mother.

But here he was alone, with his brother. Whom apparently had had the same same type of relationship that he had had with her. His face contorted in discust.

Damon glanced again at the parchment in his hand. Opening it once more to read it. It couldnt possibly say what it said..

'My Dearest Salvatore Brothers,

I am writing to regretfully inform you both with recent events in Mystic Falls that I could not be there with you when you awoke to this new life I have gifted you.

My lovely Emily has forged for you both a ring that will grant you the honor of walking in the day light. You will burn in the light if you take it off, do not take it off it is rather painful to be caught in the day light without it. It also makes living this life easier. Being able to hide in plain site is a blessing. Use it well. I could not let you both walk in the shadows for an eternity after all the pain and misfortune I have caused you both. My heart could not bear it.

I am sorry to leave you both this way, but I need to tell you both this.

I Love You Both.

I could not just choose one of you. And for my selfishness I am sorry. But seeing as you both have chosen not to share, I am leaving you both with each other. With me out of the situation, perhaps I can correct the wrongs I have commited. Take care of each other, you are all you both now have in this world. Please take care. My heart is with you both.

I hope you find happiness in this life.

Love,

K.P.'

Damon crumpled the letter and threw it into the water. He watched it float down the river. Anger filling his soul. His head hurt. He had remembered her asking about Stefan but he hadnt thought she was serious. It was something only women in brothels and whore houses would want. He felt as her status of class she was joking. But, apparently not.

Stefan knew what she had ment to him. He had told his brother he wanted to ask for her hand when he had gotten to know her. His father even had given his blessing..at least that was before he had found out about what she was and tried to round her up to kill her. With apparently all the other vampires floating around Mystic Falls.

Damon closed his eyes for a moment, the long barrel of his fathers gun filled his memory as he tried to talk to his father, to tell him his love for her. But Stefan had come around the corner, and then all he could remember after that was staring up at the black leaves of the trees, then blackness.

Opening his eyes he stood, walking back to the water. The thirst in his throat was slowly starting to burn him. He knelt down, his hands cupping in the water. The cool water felt amazing against his skin. He slowly lifted his cupped hands to his lips and drank. He drank till nothing was left. His brows furrowed in confusion. It had gotten worse. He dipped his hands back in once more repeating the process to find it once again worse. He fell back on his bottom staring at his shaking hands. This thirst in him was getting considerably worse.

"Brother, you know just as well as I do that wont help. Drink this." Damon turned at the waist and frowned when his eyes landed on the young girl in Stefans grasp.

"No Stefan. I told you I would rather die. Lady Katherine has abandon me and their is no life for me without her." Damon stood and dusted his pants off.

Stefan rolled his eyes and bit the girl at the right spot in her neck, blood pouring down her neck and onto her bossom. Soaking the fabric of her dress. He pulled from her for a long moment before pulling off. His face familiar and yet new to him. The black and purple veins webbed across his face.

Stefan smiled a little. "The power in the blood is rather strong brother. You must try it."

Damons eyes widened, he was down wind from the scene. The delicious scent pushed him a step forward, but he paused he would not feed. He tried to look away but found he could not. Stefan pulled back and pushed the girl into Damons arms.

Damon stared at her face for a moment. Blue eyes, black hair and soft pale skin stopped him for a moment. She was him as a female. Oh the irony. Damons eyes roamed away from her face catching the strong scent again of the blood. His head dipping down slowly to the wound on her neck.

His mouth wrapped around the spot, the burning in his throat flared for a moment just before he tasted the life liquid.

His eyes fluttered closed, his arms tightening around her small frame. Her body relaxed into him, her heart hammered in her chest. The blood pumping quicker into his mouth. His head hurt for a moment. Around his eyes burned, his mouth ached like someone had punched him.

The wild thumping of her heart had begun to slow,..until it finally stopped. He pulled back slowly, his breathing heavy. His eyes opened as he tilted her limp body back, her eyes were closed, her face paler than before.

Damons heart stopped in his chest as he knelt down slowly to lay her on the grass. His body on fire for a moment. Her weight in his arms suddenly became feather light as he layed her down.

"Stefan..I.." His eyes darted up to Stefans face, which held a small sad smile. But his eyes were hard and mischevious.

"Stefan. What have you done..." Damon whispered lightly, looking back down at the girl. His right hand moving to brush a strand of hair out of her face. He shook her a little to wake her not thinking. He had never killed a women before, nor had he struck one.

"I couldnt loose you too Damon. You're my brother." Stefans voice filled his ears, anger boiling in his chest. The selfishness of that statement burned into mind.

"Stefan. I wanted to pass. I didnt want this, not without !" Damon stood, his eyes still on the he looked at Stefan he wasnt sure if he could control himself.

Something had changed. His emotions were heavier, stronger. His senses exploded, he could smell the water and the moss on the bank. He could smell the wood of the trees around them. The flowers in the bushes not that far away. He could smell the purfume on the dead body at his feet wafting up to him.

The colors of the world around him were brighter. Distracted for a moment by the movement in the grass he turned, his eyes floating up to the leaves of the trees.

"It's amazing isnt it?" Stefan took a step closer.

Damon turned on him and grabbed him by his white button up shirt which held spots and stains of dried blood.

"Stefan. I didnt want this, and I only wanted it because of Ms. Katherine. I wanted to be with her more than anything in this world. And now she's gone. This is all your fault. You knew I loved her. And yet...and yet." He couldnt finish.

Stefan stared at him for a moment before opening his mouth.

"It's not just my fault. She loved us both. She made her choices...she told me she loved me. To not tell you because she knew it would hurt you. She knew she fancied you,..but she always led me to believe she didnt want you. That she wanted me."

Damon pushed Stefan backwards, he couldnt touch him any longer. Those words he just spoke were like poison. "You lie Stefan. She loved me." He glanced back at the river, his emotions making his hands shake. He felt something else in him, a numbness, and that numbness scared him. But he pushed it aside, instead staying in his anger and frustration.

He glanced back at Stefans blank face once again.

"Why are you so calm Stefan? You just watched me murder someone." Damons brows furrowed as he glanced back down at the girl on the ground. Should he bury her? It would be the right thing to do. She deserved that much.

"I already murdered someone earlier Damon."

Damons eyes snapped back up to Stefans face. Stefan was staring at him for a moment before a slow smile crept up his lips.

"I killed Father Damon. After all he deserved it after gunning us down. I went back to talk to him..to reason with him. To let him know I wasnt a monster, that I intended to die. But he attacked me, and I hurt him. But the blood called to me, and I took it. It was..the most.." Stefan couldnt even finish his statement.

Damon stared at him with wide eyes. Who was this person before him? He looked like Stefan but certainly it couldnt be his brother.

"Stefan..you..you killed Father?" Damons knees began to shake. Stefan only nodded before turning.

"Come we must leave Mystic Falls."

Damon glanced down at the girl once more he whispered an apology and followed after Stefan. Even though he was angry, even though he wanted nothing more to hurt him..the thought of being alone scared him.

I hope you guys liked it, its just the beginning. Next chapter we are going to watch Stefan in his blood lust and How Damon has come to control himself. Btw if you cant tell yet. Stefan isnt going to be a good guy in my story. Just a heads up.

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