Disclaimer: I don't own anything. LJ Smith does. It's really too bad because Damon Salvatore is...*sigh*

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Damon jumped back as Stefan entered the room. The brothers glared at each other. Stefan was angrier than Damon had ever seen him. But, at this moment, he welcomed it. There was nothing he wanted more than a fight with his brother. Elena wouldn't have it. She grabbed Stefan's arm and pulled him down to the bed. Damon gave her another odd look. It was his bed. Stefan had no right to sit on it. Just because he was human didn't mean that his brother needed to walk all over him. But, wasn't that his mantra just yesterday? If you were stronger, you could do anything you liked. And, at the moment, Stefan was quite a bit stronger.

"Relax, Damon. I brought him in here to apologize. I think both of you need to apologize." Elena looked at both brothers. "I'll leave you to mull things over. But, I expect a heartfelt apology no matter if I'm supervising or not." She looked pointedly at Stefan, obviously expecting him to take responsibility, before leaving the room. That was another thing that bothered Damon. No one ever thought he was responsible enough. It was always Stefan. Everyone thought Stefan was so perfect. So, what about him? Was he doomed to live in his brother's shadow for the rest of his existence? For, he refused to believe that anyone would allow him to remain a human for the rest of his days.

"Damon, I-" Stefan started, but Damon interrupted him. He didn't want to hear any of Stefan's crap.

"No, Stefan. I know that, whatever you're about to say, isn't true. It's purely for Elena's benefit. We don't like each other. We never have. There's no reason to start now. So, do me a favor, and leave me alone." He watched Stefan's face. Anger, confusion, and then more anger. His brother just glared at him, nodded, and left the room. Damon sighed. Okay, so he'd been hoping Stefan would have disagreed and said something helpful. Something that would make him feel better. But, deep inside of him, he knew it would never happen. Suddenly, there was a strange noise from his stomach. Damon jumped. Then, he heard it again. Was there already a malach inside of him? He hurried to the dining room. The rest of the household were sitting, eating dinner. Damon hadn't even noticed that the entire day had gone by. He had lay in bed for longer than he thought.

"There's something wrong with me." He told the table grimly. The noise came again. "See? There it is! What's going on?" Damon cried. Suddenly, the entire table seemed to have a case of the mustn't-laugh giggles. He seethed. So, again, no one cared. Fine, he would go die in peace. Turning, he was about to head back to his bedroom when he felt a warm hand on his arm. Damon turned back around to find Bonnie. She, too, was smothering a giggle. He glared at her. He was dying and she laughed? Even if they all hated him, he expected at least an ounce of sadness from someone!

"Damon, there's nothing wrong with you." The giggles finally escaped. "You're…just…hungry!" She managed to get out. Then, she pulled him into the kitchen. On the table was a tray with human food on it. Damon stared, disgusted. Sure, he was human, but he still had a brain. That stuff looked…inedible. But, Bonnie picked up a small, square, brown thing. Damon almost choked when she took a bite of it and held it out to him. He backed away and ran into a counter. Pain in his hip. Damon winced and groaned. How many more bruises would he procure before the day ended?

"Well... Aren't you going to eat it?" Bonnie asked. Damon shook his head. "Just smell it. It's good! It's a brownie, Damon. You can't not like chocolate." Bonnie was just as excitable as ever. Damon, however, was reluctant to smell this "brownie". But, to please Bonnie, he breathed in the aroma. And…was shocked. It smelled heavenly! It was almost better than the flower that got him into this mess! As though he were possessed, Damon moved forward and delicately bit off a piece of the brownie. It tasted as good as it smelled. Damon leaned back against the counter, satisfied. Suddenly, he was ravenous. He needed food now. Looking at the tray, he decided that he would try everything on it and, by the time he was done, he would be full.

Two hours later, Damon lay on the couch, moaning in pain. As he had forgotten hunger for food, he had also forgotten how to control it. He had eaten the entire tray of goodies and they had been delicious. Now, though, he found his stomach in massive amounts of pain. Bonnie simply stood by, holding a wet cloth to his head. Damon retched. Suddenly, he felt really sick. He felt the food he'd eaten coming back. But, it wasn't nearly as delicious. It was disgusting. And, before he had time to think of anything else, he had turned to the side and thrown up into a bucket Bonnie had thoughtfully brought for him. Damon moaned. This was not how his night was supposed to have gone.

"Damon? Are you okay? Do you want me to get you something?" Bonnie was frantic. Damon, however, was suddenly feeling much better. He assumed it had just been the quantity of bad food. He, again, cursed his frail, human body. Apparently, he couldn't even consume large quantities of food without issue. Since he was feeling better, Damon stood up. The last thing he remembered was the room turning sideways.

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