Stefan panted, glaring at his brother and wiping away at his mouth in disgust. Damon had fed him his blood, not only that, he had force fed him. Stefan shook his head trying to make sense of it all, "Why would you do that Damon?" he demanded, growling when Damon shrugged.

"Easy." he answered, voice light with amusement, "Because I wanted to."

Stefan fumed, his mind racing as his tongue slipped out to his lips, absentmindedly licking at the blood still lingering there. He closed his eyes, shivering despite himself at the taste. He hadn't allowed himself to feed from anything but animals for so long, he'd almost forgotten what it was like. 'No!' he thought, snapping himself out of it, he wouldn't let himself enjoy it. He couldn't.

"Why!" he thundered, gripping his head in agony, digging his nails into his skull in a sad attempt distract himself from the voices in his head. He winced, trying to block them out as they told him it was okay, that it would be fine, to just give in. They sounded a lot like Damon.

"Because this is what you need Stefan!" Damon barked, violently biting into his wrist with an obscene crunch "You need to learn self control." he stressed.

Stefan shot up at the smell, blood lust threatening to consume him as his eyes darkened. Damon nodded, his words confirmed by his brother's reaction.

" and I am going to teach you." he mumbled, but Stefan could hardly hear him. His attention lost to the blood running down his brother's arm.

Damon moved forward, stopping when Stefan jumped, he shook his head not wanting to startle him. "I'm trying to help you, brother.." he assured, inching toward him once again, holding his wrist out in offering.

Stefan froze, his heart pounding in his ears as he struggled to resist. He was trapped, stuck between his conscience and his instinct to rip into his brother, to latch on and never let go. He swallowed, his balance wavering and teeth gritting as his face twisted in pain. Damon grabbed him, holding him steady as he tried to retreat. Stefan trembled, covering the strong grip on his shoulder with his own shaky hand.

Damon frowned, unhappy at his brother's pointless resistance, weaving his fingers through his hair in comfort, "Just let it go brother.." he whispered.

Stefan held his breath, eyes slamming shut as he pushed Damon away, using every ounce of self restraint he had left as he shouted. "No!"

Damon stumbled backward, sighing in frustration at his brother's stubbornness as his wrist healed. Stefan glared, breathing heavily as he tried to recompose himself. Damon stood, moving to take a step forward. Stefan tensed, "Stay. Away. From me." he hissed, stopping Damon in his tracks.

They stayed like that, neither one moving as they stared each other down, each waiting for the other to make the first move.

"Ahem."

They jumped at the sudden noise, finding Silas leaning in the doorway. He smiled, watching them curiously, arms folded neatly across his chest. "Am I interrupting something?" he beamed.

"Silas." Stefan swallowed, he still wasn't used to seeing himself walking around in the form of another person. It was eery and more than a little unsettling, especially since they were so different in personality. Silas was the original though, and that more than anything bothered Stefan to his core. Now he knew how Elena must have felt when she'd found out about Katherine.

Damon groaned, rolling his eyes " We have got to start locking that door." he grumbled.

Silas smirked, "Damon." he greeted, "Always a pleasure."

Damon glared, smiling sweetly at him, "Wish I could say the same."

"What do you want Silas." Stefan interrupted, wanting to get whatever this was over with as quickly and painlessly as possible. Silas turned, switching his attention from Damon to Stefan immediately, his smile looking a little more genuine. Stefan shivered.

"Just checking on my favorite shadow self." he said, making it sound like a great compliment.

Damon snorted, "He's your only 'shadow self'." he remarked, making exaggerated hand quotations before walking over to stand by his brother.

Silas shrugged, seemingly impassive as he responded, "It's all the same to me." he said.

"Now." he exclaimed, clapping his hands together, smiling.

"What seems to be the problem?"

Damon scoffed, opening his mouth to say something sarcastic when Stefan answered. "Damon fed me his blood."

Damon looked to him, confusion evident on his face. Stefan looked back at him, equally surprised at his actions, looking to Silas in wonder.

Silas frowned, "Why would you do that Damon?" he asked, looking at him expectantly. Damon smirked, opening his mouth to tell him it was none of his business, instead blurting, "Because he needs to learn self control."

Damon jumped, clapping his hand over his mouth in shock, 'what the hell..' he wondered, looking to Stefan in confusion.

Silas rolled his eyes at him, bored with his stupidity, "I put a seal of truth on your tongues." he huffed, looking at Damon in contempt before gesturing to Stefan.

"Your brother already figured it out." he said, smiling fondly at him, "Didn't you Stefan?"

"Yes." Stefan blurted, jaw clenching in annoyance that he had no control over his mouth.

Damon growled, "Alright." he said, "you had your fun now knock it off." he demanded. He hated witches on the best of days, but Silas took the freaking cake.

Silas sighed, "fine." he relented waving his hand, "There." he said.

Stefan squinted, eyeing him suspiciously, "How do we know your telling the truth?" he asked.

Silas chuckled, "You, Stefan?" he said, "Have my word." he promised, looking at him like he was a small child.

Stefan cleared his throat, feeling awkward but not completely satisfied with that answer. "How do I know that." he said, looking at Silas knowingly. "How do I know you aren't just telling me what I want to hear?" he asked testing him.

Silas laughed, shaking his head, "You never have to worry about that Stefan." he said, smiling. "I'll never lie to you." he finished.

Stefan frowned, confused, "and why is that?"

"Because." Silas shrugged.

"You're a part of me." he said seriously, all humor gone. "A brother of sorts," he paused, "For lack of a better word."

Damon huffed, stepping forward and placing himself between the two of them. "Not to rain on your parade or anything pal." he said.

"But last time I checked," he continued, "he already has a brother." he snipped. "And a pretty amazing one at that." he added, smirking.

Stefan snorted, "That's up for debate." he muttered, rolling his eyes at his brother's ego. Damon turned, looking at him incredulously, "What's that supposed to mean?"

Stefan squinted at him, his mouth open in disbelief, "Are you serious?" he said, "You almost ruined 147 years worth of work Damon you know I can't control myself." he snapped.

"That's why I was trying to help you!" Damon defended.

"I don't need your help!" Stefan yelled, "Besides, your help isn't even helpful, it's destructive!" he continued, "Do you even realize what could've happened!?" he shouted, his face red with anger. "What I wanted to do to you?!"

Damon scoffed, unimpressed with his brother's dramatics. "Yes Stefan," he said, "but I would've been there to stop it!" he exclaimed. Stefan looking at him like he was brain dead.

Silas frowned, completely forgotten as they went went at it, ignoring him. He raised his hand as he listened, trying to catch their attention, "Can I say something?" he called.

"No!" they shouted in unison, shutting him down.

He rolled his eyes, settling back to watch them. Fine. If they didn't want his input then they wouldn't get it.

"You know what, I can't believe I thought you'd changed," Stefan said, his head shaking in exasperation. "You haven't changed." he continued.

"You're still the same selfish, uncaring bastard you were before." he paused, chuckling humorlessly.

"Why don't you just go?" he spat, Damon flinching like he'd just been slapped.

"What?"

"I don't need this Damon." he said, eyes hard. "I don't need this constant fighting, so if that's all we have.." he trailed off.

"Maybe you should just go." he said. "I mean why stay? You hate it here, I know you do." he accused, looking at him pointedly.

Damon squinted, "Why do I stay?" he repeated, "Because you're my brother Stefan!" he shouted.

Stefan scoffed, "You don't even know what being a brother means!", snapped.

Silas froze, standing a little straighter as an idea popped into his head. He smiled inwardly, this was going to be fun.

"Alright!" he called, waving his hands, watching theirs rise to their throats as he silenced them both.

He paused, looking at both of them in annoyance, "I've heard enough." he said sending them flying to different sides of the room with a flick of his wrist.

He sighed, walking forward to stand in the middle of the room. Stefan hanging on the far right wall, with Damon having landed across from him on the left.

He nodded, proud of his work as he waved his hand again, allowing them to speak. Damon growled, "What the hell!" he shouted, struggling and failing to move his limbs, "What is this?!" he barked.

"I immobilized you." Silas responded, talking to Damon like he was a toddler.

Damon glared, "Yeah no kidding." he bit, "Stop it." he demanded.

Silas huffed, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow, "And what if I don't?" he challenged.

"Damon shut up." Stefan said, not liking where this was going.

Damon ignored him looking at Silas smugly, "Oh trust me, You do not want to find out." he responded.

Silas squinted at him, "You know what Damon.." he started, "I'm not sure I like your attitude.." he said, walking forward, their faces inches away from each other.

"This is what I'm gonna do about it." he whispered, backing away.

Stefan frowned, opening his mouth to speak, cutting off as Damon began to scream. "Damon!" he yelled, watching as his brother screamed out in pain. He panicked, scouring his body to find the source but there was nothing, no outward physical injuries.

Silas.

"Silas!" he shouted, struggling against his invisible restraints. "Silas stop!" he hollered, his voice pleading.

Silas obeyed, Damon's screams dying out as he turned to look at him.

"What's wrong Stefan?" he asked, eyes filled with mock innocence, "I was only giving you what you wanted." he said.

Stefan gaped, looking at him like he was insane, which on second thought, he probably was.

Silas shrugged, continuing his speech while walking toward him, slowly. "After all, you did say you wanted to be rid of him." he said, sounding like he was doing Stefan a favor.

"I didn't mean it." Stefan said, shaking his head, Silas looking at him curiously.

"Then why did you say it?" he countered, crossing his arms and smiling in amusement.

Stefan took a deep breath, he knew what Silas was doing. Goading him to play along with his little game. It irritated him.

Silas waited, quickly becoming impatient with Stefan's reluctance to answer. If Stefan was anything like him, (which he was, much to his approval) then he was stubborn. He would have to find a way to wear him down.

"Fine." he shrugged, raising a finger, Damon's screams resuming once again.

"Because it wasn't the truth!" Stefan shouted.

Silas paused, "And what is the truth Stefan?" he asked, Damon panting in exhaustion on the other side of the room.

Stefan swallowed, taking a few moments pause before he answered.

"I didn't mean it.." he said, avoiding eye contact. "I would..never want to.." he paused, "be rid of Damon.." he confessed. "not really.."

Silas smiled, "And why is that Stefan?" he asked.

This time Stefan didn't hesitate, "Because he's my big brother." he said, "and..no matter what he does.."

"I'll..always love him.." he finished, looking at Damon who had been rendered speechless before turning to glare at Silas. Unsettled at how unfamiliar his face looked.

"There." he said, "you got the truth now let us go."

Silas pursed his lips, mulling it over, "not quite." he said, walking away from Stefan back to the center of the room, tapping his chin.

"See Stefan we got your side of the story.." he said, pointing to him, "but we have yet to hear from.." he pause, turning to Damon and smiling. "your brother."

Damon glared surprised by just how much hate he could have toward a man with the same face as his little brother. "What do you want from me?" he snarled, "A poem?!"

"I care about my brother." he said, "Everyone knows that!"

Silas nodded, "Yes.." he agreed. "But the question is.." he paused, smiling mischievously.

"How much?"

Damon froze, eyeing him warily as Silas smiled, opening his arms and closing his eyes in concentration.

Stefan gasped, his mouth falling open and body going rigid as he yelled out.

"Stefan?" Damon called, trying and failing to get his attention as he screamed. Damon panicked, kicking his limbs about uselessly, trying to escape. "Stefan!" he repeated, before changing tactics, growling at Silas.

"Hey!" he shouted, his struggle becoming more urgent as Stefan convulsed, his body twisting in a way that wasn't natural as he screamed out in agony.

"Hey!" he repeated all false bravado gone as he watched helplessly, bile rising in his throat at the sounds of pain Stefan was making. He shook his head, frustrated that he could do nothing but watch as his brother cried out, tears streaming down his face.

Out of nowhere Stefan fell, released from his hold on the wall as he landed on the floor, blocked from Damon's view. "Stefan!" he cried, his ears buzzing from the screams as he tried to figure out what to do.

Suddenly everything stopped, the room going silent. The screams now gone. "Stefan?" Damon called.

Silas smiled, eyes opening as he released him.

Damon fell to the floor, landing with a thud before vamp speeding over to where Stefan had fallen behind the couch.

He kneeled, panicking when the only thing he found was a pile of clothes. He shook his head, mumbling to himself in fear before he noticed the shirt move. Curiously he lifted it, his face paling when he realized what it was. .

He stood, looking to Silas in horror, "What did you do.."

Silas simply smiled at him, not answering.

Damon glared, "turn him back." he said. "Fix him!"

Silas shrugged, "Can't." he said, Damon growling in disbelief.

"Honestly I can't." he said, raising his hands in false surrender.

"Not that I would if I could." he said. "But I honestly can not help you." he smiled,

"Only you can turn him back."

"How." Damon said, walking forward. "tell me or-gahh!" he cut off gripping his head, Silas looking at him in boredom.

"You really should learn to control that temper of yours Damon." He said.

"It's not healthy for children to be around such hostility."

Silas released him, leaving him there and walking toward the door.

"wait!" Damon called. Silas turned, looking at him in annoyance.

Damon swallowed, "What do I do to turn him back." he asked, still on the ground.

Silas smiled, looking so much like Stefan Damon wanted to throw up, "You'll have to figure that part out yourself." he said.

"Though I would recommend you do it soon." he added, "These types of curses usually only last for so long.." he paused, leaning against the entryway casually.

"Eventually he'll either die.." Damon froze. "Or get stuck that way.." he said, shrugging.

"I forget." he finished, Damon looking down in despair.

"Ahh cheer up Damon!" he said.

"You'll figure it out." he smiled, "Probably." he jabbed, raising his eyebrows jokingly.

"Besides." he shrugged "Who knows."

"Maybe this will help you remember what it means to be a brother." he said, looking at him knowingly.

Suddenly they both turned, hearing tiny little hiccups coming from behind the couch.

Silas smiled, looking in Stefan's direction softly, "take care of him Damon." He said.

"He needs you."

That was the last thing he said before taking his leave. Leaving Damon frozen on the floor, his mind running a mile a minute. What was he supposed to do..

He stayed like that for a while, only moving when he heard tiny little whines. He stood, walking slowly over to the small bundle of clothing as it began to cry.

Suddenly he snapped out of it, the noise triggering something in him as he reached down, scooping Stefan up in his arms. "Hey" he shushed him, "Hey Stef, it's okay.." he said cooing at him.

Stefan cried, his little face turning red as he screamed. Damon stood, rocking him back and forth.

"Hey, it's okay..it's okay." he said, wrapping him up in what used to be his shirt. "I'm here.." he said, brushing his soft cheek with his index finger.

Stefan whined, his cries quieting as he hiccuped. "I'm here Stefan.." he whispered.

Stefan calmed, settling down as Damon rocked him his eyes opening to look up at him. Damon gasped, Stefan's eyes were big and bright and very very green. Stefan looked at him curiously, babbling at him as Damon smiled.

"Yeah," he said nodding, "It's me.." he said, letting Stefan grab at his fingers. "Your big brother.."

Stefan stared up at him slipping one of his fingers into his mouth, Damon watching him silently. Damon chuckled, removing his finger and walking over to the couch, "You hungry?" he asked, Stefan fidgeting as he laid him down on the couch cushion and kneeling in front of him.

Stefan whined, kicking in discomfort and gurning in frustration. Damon frowned, "Hey," he cooed, holding his tiny hand between his fingers, "What's wrong buddy?" he asked, lost to what Stefan was trying to tell him.

Stefan 'ahh'ed at him, reaching out for him desperately, his sweet face transforming as his veins protruded and fangs filled his mouth. Damon jumped back in surprise, the action startling stefan and making him cry.

"Shit." he muttered in remorse. "Hey.." he said, picking Stefan up cradling in the crook of his arm. Stefan screamed, crying unhappily as Damon held him, "I'm sorry buddy.." he frowned.

"Shh" he hushed him, "Here.." he said moving Stefan up to his shoulder. "I'll go get you something to-"

He paused, flinching when he felt a sharp pain in his neck. "What the.." he said, reaching up to find Stefan suckling away.

He cursed, trying to think of what to do when he felt it.

He paused, a wave of serenity coursing through him as Stefan fed. He sighed, surprised by the feeling as he sat down, supporting Stefan as he drank away making small noises of contentment as he ate.

Damon chuckled, shaking his head "Oh Stefan.." he said,

"What am I gonna do with you.."

Okay this is my first Defan fic.! Let me know what you think.! Review.!