Hey everyone! This chapter is shorter then some of the other ones because sadly, Damon only shows up at the end of the pilot. But at least he shows up right? So here is my interpretation of the Pilot of the Vampire Diaries. The start of it all. Oh, and also this might be my last one for about two weeks because I'm traveling next week and might not have much time for writing sadly. Its either this is the last one for a week or two, or they'll be one more and then a short break. But if i get a bunch of comments, it might motivate me to try to write like a maniac before i leave.

And is it just me? Or does January 14th seem like a lifetime away? Anyways, read, comment, enjoy!

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, i don't own the characters, but the interpretation does belong to me =)

Stefan walked into his room at a quickened pace. He knew it was me. Or at least, he hoped it wasn't. He had ruined my life once before, so now I was here to ruin his. And more.

He looked exactly the same. I mean, I guess being seventeen forever doesn't change you all that much. In fact, it was kinnda refreshing to see him. It made me feel like nothing changed, even though everything had. But I wasn't about to let that backstabber see me…less strong then usual. Jesus, how long had it been? Oh right. 145. 145 years. That number was branded into my head.

He came back for her. But she didn't know it. I couldn't blame him, I would have too, but I had a better idea. One that would make Stefan mad that he hadn't thought of it first. One that would make his little Elena seem ordinary. Last time, it had been me hurt worse in the end.

Not anymore. No more weak Damon. No more weaknesses. I was going to be painless now. Now I wasn't going to be the one in pain. I motioned for my very skilled crow to fly into Stefan's room, I could see the "oh shit" come to his face. When he turned around, I was standing at his window sill. I couldn't help but grin as I saw his horror struck face. "Damon." God I missed hearing him say that.

"Hello brother." I smiled an evil smile. I was gonna make his life hell. He didn't seem to wanna wait for the insults and questions, but I was ready. I wasn't going to make this easy.

"Crow a bit much, don't you think?" he said as I strutted in the house without an invitation and started to look through the crap on his desk.

"Just wait till you see what I can do with the fog."

"When'd you get here?" he asked.

"Well I couldn't miss you first day of school!" I laughed a little and looked at all the diaries on his shelf. They all probably say the same thing, Oh I'm so miserable and I have nothing to live for. Boo-hoo. Cry me a river Stefan. I was so tired of his complaining. He didn't have complaining rights. "Your hairs different, I like it."

"It's been fifteen years Damon." He said it like it was supposed to mean something.

"Thank god, I couldn't take another day in the 90's. That horrible grunge look, did not suit you." I laughed again. Circling him like the predator I was. Looking around his room made it seem like I never left. Everything was pretty much the same. "Remember Stefan, its important to stay away from the fads,"

"Why are you here!?" he demanded. I felt like this was going to be the start of a continuous question that I would reject answering again and again. I turned around pretending to look appalled at the question.

"I missed my little brother."

"You hate small towns its boring there's nothing for you to do." Obviously. But I needed to keep him interested.

"I've managed to keep myself busy."

"You know you left that girl alive tonight," Oh damn. "That's very clumsy of you."

"Ah that could be a problem," but I wasn't planning to stay long. "For you." I smiled again, entertained by my work with Stefan already. This is easier then I anticipated.

"Why are you here now?"

"I could ask you the same question however I'm fairly certain it could be summed up into one little word." I waited for his facial expression to change. It didn't. "Elena." I smiled a devil smile as he flared his nostrils. I loved to push him. After all, he deserves it now. And I wasn't going to spare his feelings this time.

"She took my breath away…Elena." I glanced at him and he looked pissed. But I wasn't gonna stop anytime soon. "She's a dead ringer for Katherine." He faced me and I could tell I was making his blood churn a little bit. "Is it working Stefan? Being around her, being in her world does it make you feel alive?" I laughed a little bit. We could never feel "alive" no matter how many humans we didn't kill and actually hung out with.

"She's not Katherine." He insisted.

"Well lets home not, cause we both know how that ended." I checked the corner of my eye as I walked closer to him. He still didn't look that convinced, I needed to try harder. "Tell me something, when was the last time you had something stronger then a squirrel?" Stefan turned a way a little bit and laughed.

"I know what your doing Damon it's not gonna work." I was not getting my back turned on. I was going to make him crack no matter what it took. I pushed him hard.

"Common, don't you crave a little?"

"Stop."

"Lets do it, together." I said pushing him again, his eyes getting a little fierce and angry. Exactly what I had anticipated. "I saw a couple of girls out there. Or, let's just cut right to the chase; let's just go straight for Elena!" Stef pushed me back this time.

"Stop it!"

"Imagine what her blood tastes like!" Stefan turned away from me, but I knew he was getting thirsty just thinking about it. I knew I was, but the taste of human blood to him after all these years would seem so much more appealing to him then me who had it less then an hour ago.

"I said STOP!" he lunged at me unexpectedly and we flew out the window. Stefan hit the ground hard, but I on the other hand, curved out of his meager grasp, slipped his ring off his finger, landed on my toes and then casually leaned on the gate. That had been easy. Pushing him over the edge, this whole thing would be easy if it kept going like this. He still needed to know who was boss.

It took him a few seconds, but eventually, he got up and looked at the broken window.

"I was impressed. I'll give it a six, missed some style but I was pleasantly surprised." I smiled at my wit and his pain. "The face 'Rar rar!' thing," I laughed as I imitated his face that kinnda resembled a bear. "It was good!"

"Yeah it's all fun and games Damon huh? But wherever you go people die." I looked at him. Was that a question?

"That's a given."

"Not here. I won't allow it." Ha. Like he could stop me if I wanted to destroy this whole town.

"I take that as an invitation." I said. Stefan then lowered himself to pleading, but I wasn't giving into him.

"Damon please, after all these year why can't we just give it a rest?"

"I promised you an eternity of misery," I shrugged, he remembered. "I'm just keeping my word."

"Just stay away, from Elena!" he sounded like he was on the verge of tears. I didn't answer his question. I wondered if he thought I would actually take him seriously. After all this time? I could do whatever the hell I wanted. But i changed the subject.

"Where's you ring?" I asked stupidly. I had it. I just wanted to see if I could possibly make Stefan more worried. He looked at his hand examining his middle finger. "The Sun's comin' up in a couple hours, and 'poof!' there's just ashes." I pretended to look worried. He looked at me; his face was hard to read. "Relax." I walked towards him extending my arm. "It's right here." Stefan still looked confused as he took the ring and put it on his hand.

And I was gonna keep it that way, him confused. He wasn't going to have any idea of what's coming next. None at all. To keep the surprise up, I hissed at him and grabbed him by the neck. He was helpless against me. I threw him effortlessly against the garage door. He banged off it and laid there like a dead puppy. I looked down at his weak figure. "You should know better then to think your stronger then me. You lost that fight when you stopped feeding on people. I wouldn't try it again." I warned him. Suddenly, I heard a human start getting up and walking around. I smiled, thinking about what to do to my next torture victim. "I think we woke Zack up!" I left Stefan gasping on the pavement as I walked back to the house whistling. "Sorry Zack." I heard him gasp too. I knew he was scared of me, and he should be. He had better believe it. Everyone had better believe it. Damon was back, and there wasn't anything or anyone strong or smart enough to stop what was coming.

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