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Chapter 2: The Return
Summary:
The Salvatore brothers return to Mystic Falls, both wanting to claim control.
12 MONTHS EARLIER
For over a century, I have lived in secret. Hiding in the shadows. Alone in the world. Until now. I am a vampire and this is my story.
I shouldn't have come home. I knew the risks but I had to escape. I needed protection. I needed to hide myself. He was coming.
Glancing over his shoulder, Stefan walked through his bedroom door. He knew he shouldn't have come back but he didn't need his own nephew lecturing him about it. He was not a child, not matter young he may look. He was one hundred and sixty seven for god's sake.
Storming across the room, a shiver ran down his spine. Glancing back over his shoulder, Stefan couldn't see anything, until a crow flew through his open window, landing on the beams of his ceiling in his room.
Watching it, Stefan just knew who it was. He always loved that trick.
Turning around, Stefan could see the dark figure standing on his balcony. And he just knew what he had to say.
"Damon," Stefan whispered, staring his brother in the eye.
"Hey, Little Brother," Damon spoke back, smugly as he wandered over towards Stefan, feeling the fear vibrating from him. He remembered vividly the last time he saw his brother. Years ago, back when Zac ran the boarding school and the lovely Gale was pregnant.
##FLASHBACK##
The sun was beating down. It was bright and Damon could feel Stefan's gaze on him, burning brighter than the sun, penetrating through his skin.
Looking up, wiping his hand down on the rag, Daman strolled around the side of the car dragging his hand across its heated surface. Staring into his brother smouldering eyes, Damon lent over Stefan, trapping him against the car with his arms baring him in either side. He was trapped. And loving it.
Leaning in close, Damon pressed is face into his younger sibling's sweaty neck, breathing in his intoxicating scent.
"Mmmmm, you smell good little brother," he whispered, licking a stripe up the side of the neck he was leaning against.
"Taste good too," Damon said, continuing nuzzle against his neck, feeling the body in front of him shudder. Stefan bared his neck more, loving being close to his brother, like the good old days.
"Mind if I," another lick against the offered neck, "Have a sip of you," Damon whispered into Stefan's ear, licking against the shell.
Another shudder ran through Stefan's body. He remember when they did that. Shared blood. Felt the connection. He wanted that. Arching his back and neck in silent submission, preparing for the connection.
Veins darkening, Damon bit down sharply on Stefan's neck, bringing his brothers blood into his mouth, the connection snapping into place. His brother hips lifting up to smack against his groin, cock filling.
###EFB###
"Crows a bit much, don't you think," Stefan said, snapping Damon out of his memories. Looking back at him, Damon did a quick look up and down his brother. Hadn't changed a bit and was still as beautiful as the first day he laid eyes on him, squirming in him mother's arms.
"Wait until you see what I can do with the fog," Damon said back, feeling his brother's eyes penetrating him like they always did. "When'd you get here?" Stefan asked breaking his stare. "Well, I couldn't miss your first day of school," Damn replied, strolling forward.
Stopping a breath's hair away from Stefan, Damon continued to watch his brother watch him. "Your hairs different, longer," Damon whispered. Reaching his hand up, Damon brushed a strand of hair from his brother's face, leaning forwards as he stared into his eyes. "I like it," Damon whispered, seeing the emotion swirling in Stefan's eyes.
Stefan continued to stare for a few seconds, then moved his head away from Damon's teasing hand. "It's been fifteen years Damon. That's one trick that doesn't work on me," Stefan replied angrily, spinning around, back to his brother. "Not anymore."
"Stefan..," Damon said slowly, reaching towards his little brother.
"Why are you here?" Stefan demanded, spinning back around to face his brother.
"I missed my little brother," Damon replied, smirking at his brothers flushed face.
"You hate small towns. It's boring. There nothing for you to do," Stefan snapped angrily, not understanding what game his brother was playing. Rushing forwards, Damon came face to face with his brother. Trapping Stefan against his desk, he whispered into his ear. "I could do you," continuing to smirk.
Stefan shouldered his way past Damon. "I've been keeping busy," Damon replied, missing his brothers body pressed against his.
"You know you left that girl alive tonight, very clumsy of you," Stefan snapped back. "That will cause a lot of trouble for you," Damon replied, remaining calm and collected in the face of his brother's anger.
"Why are you here now? Just tell me Damon," Stefan asked, exasperated by his brothers constant back and forth.
Staring at his brother, Damon finally answered him.
"I could ask you the same question, however I'm fairly certain that your answer can all be summed up into one little word," Damon said, slowly making way back towards his angered brother.
"Ripper."
Breathing heavily, Stefan couldn't believe his brother was bring this up. Was baiting him. He knew how hard he worked to get over that shit and now he was trying to draw him back in.
"Tell me when's' the last time you had something other than squirrel is?" Damon continued to push
"I know what you're doing Damon, It's not going to work," Stefan replied tensely, turning away. Or at least he tried. Grabbing Stefan, Damon turned pulled him back.
"Aww come on don't you crave a little," Damon said shoving him back, continuing to push his brother with each sentence he uttered. "We could do it together, like the good old times," Damon continued to taunt Stefan.
"Stop it!" Stefan shouted, losing his cool.
"Just imagine what the blood will taste like," Damon demanded. "I can."
"I said stop!" Stefan shouted again, finally losing what little control he was holding onto. Diving forward, Stefan flung himself at him brother, flying over the balcony out into the night.
Falling to the ground, Stefan finds Damon missing from beneath him. Slowly lifting himself from the ground, Stefan looks around, trying to find his disappearing brother.
"I'm impressed little brother," Damon aid, leaning casually against the post behind him. "Better than I expected from your bunny diet," Laughing at Stefan's stare.
"still can't control yourself around me," smirking at his brother expression.
"Damon, please," Stefan pleaded. "After all these years can't we just give it a rest," Stefan continued to try and convince his brother to just stop.
"No can do baby brother, can't you see? You need me. Need us," Damon said, still fighting his brothers pleading stare. "Just stay away from me," Stefan replied.
Suddenly Damon grabbed Stefan's neck, lifting him off the ground and slamming him down. Pressing him foot against his brothers' neck, Damon leaded down menacingly.
"You should know better than to think you're stronger than me. You lost that fight when you broke away from me, from the control. Now your need consumes you. You have no control, especially now you deny yourself human blood and the connection of the bond," Damon growled, anger swirling around him like his cloak of fog.
"I Do Not need it. You don't have that sort of control over me anymore," Stefan gasped, still defiant.
Still restricting his brothers airways, Damon said, "We'll see."
Lifting his foot and walking away, Damon left Stefan to gasp again the ground, feeling those dooming words settle into his skin, making his shiver against the cold night air.
TO BE CONTINUED!
