Firstly, I'm only on season 4 episode 3 so I don't know what happens in the end, but hopefully I will finish the show soon, so don't judge.
Secondly, English isn't my first language but I'm pretty damn good at it.
Thirdly, enjoy.
"Are you sure you want to do this, Damon?" Bonnie asked again for what felt like the hundredth time. "There is a chance you could die." Damon just stood there, surrounded by candles, his eyes slightly unfocused as he stared into space, his arms bleeding blood.
"Yes." He said simply. "And even if I die, it doesn't matter. I have nothing else to lose anyway." Bonnie felt for him, really, the way he had lost Stefan in front of his eyes, right when they were real brothers again was almost cruel. When he had come to, he had immediately asked about Stefan. When he was told the truth, Damon had locked himself in the basement for a week, refusing to eat or to speak to anyone. Elena had tried, but even she could't get Damon back together.
Stefan was gone, and that was all he knew. Now even being with Elena didn't make him happy. Now he looked at her and saw the girl his brother loved.
Bonnie sighed. They had all lost a lot, she herself still felt agony when she thought of Enzo. By sending Damon in the past, she believed that he would be able to fix all the mess that was their lives.
Shaking her head, she grabbed the ancient spellbook and started chanting. Damon felt a strong tug at his chest and grit his teeth to muffle the pain. As Bonnie chanted, the tug magnified and soon Damon was screaming in pain. Bonnie stopped and looked at him, concerned. Damon locked eyes with her, his blue irises blazing fire and not just the reflection of the candles.
"D-Don't..stop." He managed and Bonnie nodded grimly. She continued and once more the screams of pain filled the abandoned house of the dead witches.
Damon's eyes soon began seeing stars, the pain like a thousand stakes piercing his body. He thought of Stefan, of the pain he must have been through when the explosion turned on and his eyes hardened in resolve. He would do this. One way or another.
Damon soon felt his body losing its strength and his nerves felt like they were on fire. He saw the world spinning and realized that he was falling. A small smile graced his lips.
'I'll see you again soon, Stef.' He thought, closing his eyes for the last time. A smirk graced his lips. 'In the past, or in death...Always and Forever.'
When Damon awoke, it was nighttime and he was gasping for breath. His whole body ached and he noticed that he was laying on grass-covered ground. Cursing silently, Damon mustered all the strength he had and slowly got up in a sitting position. He groaned and stretched his body, feeling like he hadn't moved in a thousand years.
'Now I know how the Originals felt when Klaus stuffed them in those coffins.' He got up and looked around. Only trees.
"Well, seems I didn't die after all." He murmured and felt hope arise inside him. He was in the past, he must be. As he started walking aimlessly, he noticed that the forest looked familiar. He then noticed a strange hunger in the pit of his stomach and froze. It hadn't occurred to him...but could he be? At this time, was he a...?
'It makes sense.' He reasoned. 'If i'm in the past, I didn't take the cure yet.' He tested his theory and run forward, faster than any human could. He grinned despite himslef.
Damon Salvatore was a vampire yet again. He hadn't felt this strong in a while. The now that he was a vampire he could protect Stefan. He could protect everyone.
He sped out of the forest and ended up in a town. In an awfully familiar town. In a trouble-magnet, supernatural town.
"Hello, Mystic Falls." He said sarcastically.
Damon reached the Salvatore Boarding House faster than you could blink. He needed to see Stefan, needed to know that he was still alive, still there. He had seen the date earlier in town and knew that this was the day he went back to Mystic Falls. He had a chance to start all over. And God help him, he was going to make things right. With, Stefan, with Elena...everything.
He went underneath Stefan's room and, like last time, the balcony door was opened. He grimaced. Going to Stefan's room after he died had been impossibile, it was just too painful. It reminded him too much of the brother he had lost.
'But now it's different. Now when I walk inside, instead of an empty room, I'll find my brother.'
The thought made him smile despite himself. Feeling more confident than he had in a while, Damon steeled himself and put on his brave front. The phony arrogance that fooled everyone, distracting them from who he really was. He couldn't very well just go inside and pull Stefan in a hung out of the blue, right? He had come back to save Stefan,, not to give him a heart attack.
In a blur, Damon stood just outside Stefan's room and was faced with his brother's back. Just the sight of him was enought to make Damon fight back tears. He didn't know how he was going to fare when he would lock gazes with those forest green eyes.
Stefan, feeling someone watching him, slowly turned around and his eyes widened slightly. He looked like he couldn't believe his brother stood in front of him. And he had no idea how much Damon shared that feeling.
"Damon?" The younger Salvatore breathed the name and Damon had never liked his name that much. It felt like forever since the last time he heard that voice. Instead of losing himself before things even started, Damon tilted his head, an arrogant smirk gracing his lips.
"Hello, brother." It seemed almost epic, that greeting had, in a way, started everything.
"What are you doing here?" Stefan questioned suspiciously, his eyes narrowed. Damon strode inside the room, now smiling, but making sure it was a mocking one.
"I missed my little brother." He said and it was the truth, though Stefan clearly didn't believe him. 'It's sad how damaged we were that he has to be wary of me, his big brother.'
"It's been fifteen years, Damon." Stefan reminded him and Damon sighed dramatically. What was wrong with keeping this conversation the same?
"Thank God, too. Couldn't take another day of the nineties." He frowned then added. "Besides, fifteen years is a long time to be away from my little brother."
Stefan stared at him, incredulously, before shaking his head with a sigh. "What are you really doing here, Damon?"
Damon crossed his arms. "You know, this whole you-have-a-master-diabolical-plan-so-you-better-tell-me conversation is getting kinda annoying, so let's skip it, shall we? Great." Without letting Stefan protest, Damon went on. "Now, who's the Katherine clone?"
He could have laughed at the way Stefan tensed. Seriously, what did his brother expect him to do? He almost didn't want to know. Almost. He would bet it'd be kinda funny.
"Stay away from her, Dam-"
"Or what?" Damon cut him off. "You'll do what, Stef? Stake me? Hate to break it to you, baby bro, but if you're still on Bambi blood, you won't be able to take me on."
And that was the first thing Damon planned on doing: Fixing Stefan's blood problem. The sooner he learnt control, the better.
"You'd be surprised how much strength my emotions, which you think of as useless, can give me. stay away from Elena." Stefan warned him and Damon stared at his little brother, before shaking his head with a laugh.
He walked to the table he knew would be the photo of Katherine "Katerina" Pierce. Taking it in his hand, Damon had to hold down the urge to tear it apart. That bitch was the reason he and his brother grew to hate each other, the reason they died in the first place (foolishly might he add) and the reason Stefan sacrificed himslef.
Damon truly loathed her and if he as much as set his eyes upon her, Damon would tear her limbs off one for one, stake them and then rip her heart out of her chest make her eat it.
So he was holding a grudge, what's the big deal?
"Elena, huh? She's a dead ringer for Katherine." He said and then looked at Stefan. "We both know how that one ended." He threw the photo in its place and the walked to Stefan, who clenched his fists. Damon wondered whether he was getting ready in case he needed to throw them.
"You can keep your Katherine-clone, I have no interest in her." Other than being her friend that is, and if he could stop seeing her as the girl Stefan loved, then it was on Elena's hands. He doubted it though, he couldn't see a future with her and he had lived the future. This time, he wouldn't change for anyone, not even Elena.
"Though you might want to let her on our little secret about bloodlust before she finds out on her own and runs for the hills."
He patted a stunned Stefan's shoulder lightly, appreciating the solidness of it, and walked past him.
"I've decided to stay for a while, so make sure to tell our dear nephew Zack that killing me or drowning me in vervain will result in his death." Not really, he wasn't planning on killing Zack, he was after all family and Stefan would never forgive him, so...but Stefan didn't need to know that.
"Wait, Damon!" Stefan turned around, but Damon had long since left the room. Stefan went to the balcony and using his vampire senses he looked around. Nothing. He shook his head and tried to conceal his shock. His brother was there in Mystic Falls. That spelled trouble in so many ways it wasn't even funny. But the way he talked before, it was as if he was Damon and in the same time he was a different person.
Stefan felt as if he didn't know his brother anymore, and that thought scared him. At least with homicidal Damon, he kinda knew what to expect. But the Damon he met today?
Stefan went back inside and opened his journal. Things were about to get interesting tomorrow.
Damon entered the Grill and ordered a drink. He had to, for the first time in his life, think things throughly. He knew that the only thing that would happen at this time would be Katherine coming back, but he was more worried about events which would occur a year later. Such as five dear old Original friends. Some of them weren't all that bad, though he still couldn't stand Klaus, he knew that what had happened before had been more complicated than it should have been. And he couldn't very well kill any of them, because, bloodline deaths aside, he'd have the wrath of the other to deal with and frankly, he didn't need that either. And of course after that came the damned cure for vampirism and Katherine becoming Queen of Hell, Silas...
Damon turned the glass of bourbon down his throat and exhaled. He had a lot of work to do.
His eyes travelled to a very familiar blonde across the room and he nearly gagged at the flirty smile Caroline sent his way. Really, he liked the girl on some levels, she was quite strong and useful, at least the one he had left behind, but he literally couldn't stand her at this period of time. Cheerleader without a brain. Not a perfect combination.
He then smiled when he imagined Klaus' reaction if he were to see Caroline smile that way at Damon.
Damon drunk another glass of bourbon before standing up and going towards the bar where he spotted another familiar face. With a charming smile, he grabbed his bottle and walked towards the woman in uniform.
"Excuse me, am I right in assuming you are the Sheriff of this town?" He asked Liz, knowing full well the answer. He figured he would as well earn Liz's friendship now.
Liz nodded. "That's right, mister...?"
Damon smiled yet again. "Salvatore. Damon Salvatore, but you can call me Damon." He siad, showing her the bottle of alcohol in silent offering.
Liz smiled back and accepted the glass Damon handed her. "So you're new in town."
"Yep. Came here with my younger brother."
"So tell me, Damon, what brings you here in Mystic Falls?" Liz asked and Damon smirked lightly, pondering over the question.
"You.." He began as he left the money for the bottle on the bar. "Have no idea."
A/N: Well here it is. I just couldn't help myself, this idea wouldn't leave me alone! Please tell me what you think!