A/N: I should be working on Something Wicked This Way Comes but unfortunately this last VD episode was chock full of Stefan/Damon undertones so yeah. . .SWTWC might have to wait.

When Damon walks in and finds all the human blood gone and Stefan looking terrified and sated on the floor, three things run through his mind.

1. He's going to have to restock.

And

2. Stefan's drinking human blood. . .awesome!

"Hello, Stefy." Damon smirks, eying the packets of blood with interest. "Thirsty?"

"I drank Elena's blood." Stefan looks so dejected and upset and Damon would find it sad if the sight of his brother with human blood on his mouth wasn't such a thrill. "And now I can't stop."

Ah. So this is HER fault. Stupid Elena. If she had just stayed in the car, this wouldn't have happened.

But, on second thought, this is great! Stefan's going to go back to his old self and he and Damon can destroy the town like the good old days!

"You say that like it's a bad thing." Damon kneels down in front of him and licks his lips. "This is only going to make you stronger."

"But Elena-" Stefan tries to protest, but Damon grips the back of his head and pulls him close.

"How are you supposed to protect her if you don't drink human blood? You got kidnapped and tortured because you didn't." What Damon's really saying is How am I supposed to protect you?

"But what if I can't control myself? What if I hurt her?" Stefan allows his brother to pull him up and lay him on the couch. "Damon." Stefan grabs his arms and Damon looks at him, stares into those wide, innocent eyes. "I can't hurt her."

The elder Salvatore just waits for a moment and then sighs, running his fingers over Stefan's hair. "Being well fed will help you control yourself." He kneels back down and pulls at Stefan's shoes; he throws a blanket over his brother and sits aside, waiting for Stefan to fall asleep.

Once he's sure Stefan is dead to the world, Damon leans over and licks the human blood from Stefan's lips, savoring the flavor of his brother's lips.

And

3. Mine.

"Don't worry, Stefan." Damon's eyes begin to change as he runs a hand over his brother's cheek, whispering poison in his ear. "Elena is the least of your problems." He brushes his nose against Stefan's throat and shudders. Soon, Stefan won't care who he drinks from. And then-

And then, they can burn this place to the ground, let the blood of these stupid townspeople seep into the ground, and then they can snap Elena's pretty little neck.

Won't that be fun?