CHAPTER Three
Damon got back to the old boarding house well before Stefan managed to crawl out from underneath Elena. When Stefan showed up, Damon was sitting on the Lazy Boy chair drinking scotch. No one really could tell what Damon was thinking, not even his brother. Not really.
"We have a problem dear brother." Damon stated. His eyes never left the old fire place.
"Oh?" Stefan was suddenly interested. He pulled up in front of Damon. "What's the problem? You already think the Tyler is the one who went out of control and killed the victim."
"Don't you ever take what I say with a grain of salt Saint Stefan?" Damon sneered. He got up and poured himself another scotch from the bar.
"Generally I like to, but that's the only explanation that's reasonable."
"Oh stop. You know that there are more monsters out there than you, me, and Tyler." Damon pounded his drink and turned to stare at his younger brother. Hate of his brother had gotten him far in surviving the past 165 years. But now, a newer emotion was introduced. Jealousy, jealousy of his girlfriend. The very fact that Elena picked Stefan over him.
"So a new werewolf is in town? But no-"
"Don't say another word Stefan. Someone has moved in very recently. Her name, if it's her true name, is Sasha." Damon cut him off. Stefan looked up surprised.
"So we deal with her." Those words stung Damon. He had to stop to consider the matter for a brief moment. Why would he care if Stefan talks about dealing with her? He, Damon, never cared before.
"Well, I don't think that she did it upon further speculation. But, there is something with her that doesn't sit right with me."
"Oh no, Damon is being the saint this time." Stefan smiled up at Damon. "You're trying to protect her." In that instant, Damon wished he kept his mouth shut with his brother. He really hated that his brother got into his head.
"Not protecting, merely curious." Damon shrugged, than smirked. "Can I be a little bit curious? After all, she is a good looking woman. Not that teeny bopper that you have. At least she's full grown." In a blink of an eye, Stefan had grabbed Damon by his collar and hoisted him up in the air. His fangs were visible. Damon laughed. He finally got under his skin. Score one for himself.
"Leave Elena out of this." Stefan snarled.
"Well fine, I won't bring miss sweet thing into this. Might make her cry." Stefan lowered Damon to his feet. "But where was I? Oh yes, I have to scope her out first."
"Well if scoping is what you call stalking, then be careful. You don't want her pissed off." Stefan poured himself a drink and sipped on it.
"Oh one other thing brother." Damon walked over to the window. The sunset was beautiful. Full of gold and purple. And the shadows from the old oak tree right outside just added to the allure of it all. "She knew who I was."