Damon 1864
I had fought Stefan many times before this. He and I both knew that I did not need my new…power to beat him.
Stefan froze at the sound of my voice. I smiled, knowing it was a malicious thing to do. Stefan was turned away still, but I knew what his expression was like. Fright, because he thought that he had taken care of me. Anger, because now he knew I was telling the truth. Sorrow, because I was telling the truth. Fright, because now I was here to do exactly what he did to me a few hours ago: kill him.
Stefan turned slowly, still silent. When he had turned all the way around, I could see that I was right about his expression. I could see the vein in his neck, and I could hear how quickly it pulsed with rage.
"You!" Stefan looked angry; I worried for Jayne's mental health after this. I had to smile at Stefan's frustration, "She—no!"
"I told you, Stefan." I said calmly. Sarcastically, really. I couldn't help it. I tried not to roll my eyes.
"You lied. She—she said—there were others! She said there were others like her, that is how—she loves me! Damon, she loves me!"
"By the sound of it, you're trying to convince yourself, Stefan." I knew I was taunting him, but he deserved to suffer.
When Stefan spoke, he sounded desperate. "She loves—"
"Me." I said, finishing his sentence, and breaking my brother.
It was then that he charged.