Summary: "That's for Elena," he said and turned on his heel; and without a glance behind him to see whether Stefan lived or died he walked out the door.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from the Vampire Diaries. Those belong to L. J. Smith and the CW. The plot belongs to me and my best friend and editor xXdracosgirl333Xx. And Damon is mine too…just kidding, I wish though.
A/N: Hi, I hope you like this; this is my first fanfic to ever publish. I have written another, but it was for the... Jonas brothers... LONG STORY... haha, so I hope you like it, I really don't exactly know where I am going, but I'll tell you one thing; I know it will be ALL about Damon! DAMON RULES... sorry Stefan, but you kinda suckk
A Little Brotherly Competition
Elena woke with a start. She looked around recognizing where she was. She immediately felt relieved to see she was in the Salvatore house. Then she felt frightened, realized why she was there. Damon. He had dragged her here, hoping she would finally come to her senses…That she would realize that she was his.
"BUT I'M NOT!" She accidentally screamed aloud. Within a second, Damon was kneeling beside the couch he had laid her upon. Elena looked at him. He really was beautiful; he had that perfect hair and gorgeous deep blue eyes that you could just get lost in.
"What's wrong?" Damon said with concern both on his face and in his words. His voice wasn't too bad either.
"Nothing, now, take me home!" Elena snapped with irritation; she wasn't in the mood to deal with any of his little mind games.
"Well I'm afraid I can't do that until you come to your senses," Damon said with a smirk "Until you realize that I'm the one for you, and not my pathetic little brother."
Elena just looked at him with disgust and maybe…God, why does he have to be so… good looking? Smooth? STUPID?
"You know how I feel about you Damon," She said. They had gotten into numerous fights about everything from his attempts to make her his princess, to the way he treated girls in general.
All their fights seemed mainly to just be about him being a sadistic pig. The more she thought about all their arguments the angrier she became. She was glaring at him now.
"Calm down, Elena, my love." Damon said sweetly.
"Calm down?! You want me to CALM DOWN?!?!" She was officially pissed. "You KIDNAPPED me to make me realize my love for you! YOU ARE A FREAK!"
He was hurt; she could see it on his face for a split second before he regained his composure. She was glad he was hurt, he deserved to be.
He looked away from her, and walked out mumbling something that she couldn't hear and then turned to her and said, "You can go." She didn't need anymore persuading she got up and walked out the door.
"God I wish I didn't love you…" he mumbled. He looked at her with a stony expression and said in a firm and angry tone, "You can go…"
He was hurt, and quite frankly sick and tired of his brother. He always got the girl. Elena was wonderful, beautiful; brilliant even….he had never felt this way about anyone before. He had thought he did once… hundreds of years ago with Katherine. But that hadn't ended well, he thought bitterly. Katherine, she had been beautiful, but she was not anything at all like Elena. Elena was perfect, beautiful and sassy, and he liked that. She had a certain spunk to her that just drew him to her.
Usually, he played people, to get what he wanted… and in all honesty he was really good at it. However, this time was different; he just wanted to be with her. He just wanted to touch her, to hold her, to love her. But she didn't want him. She couldn't stand him; she loved his brother, his stupid little goody- two shoes "I don't drink human blood" little brother.
God, did he hate him. He wanted to kill him, to drive a stake through his heart, but Elena would never forgive him. He needed to make her fall for him, but how?
Damon paced around the room. What do I do next? He thought to himself, I ruined everything!
He didn't have much time to think before Stefan walked in. Damon could tell he was mad. Stefan's green eyes were filled with hatred and loathing. Before Damon could say anything, Stefan pounced. "How dare you take Elena against her will, what is wrong with you?"
Damon rolled his eyes; he knew it was time, time to get rid of Stefan. Before Stefan got to him, Damon was already at the end of the room; thank goodness for vampire speed.
Stefan slowly turned on his heel and started walking toward Damon. Damon ripped off a leg from the wooden table next to him. Stefan's eyes flickered from the makeshift stake in Damon's hand to the door. He knew he needed to get out of there, and fast, if he didn't he could very well die. Stefan looked at Damon for a second with a trace of fear in his eyes, quickly replaced with anger. He ran at super speed to the door, but Damon was too fast and was already there blocking his one and only escape route.
He smirked, hand on the door he said in a drawl, "Oh no you don't, you're not getting away that fast." With one smooth, fluid motion he drove the wooden leg through Stefan's chest.
"That's for Elena," he said and with that he turned on his heel; and without a glance behind him to see whether Stefan lived or died he walked out the door.