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Oh, my gosh! I'm sorry this took so long! I was writing between classes and just got done with the chap tonight! Belongs to L.J. Smith and the CW. I only own the plot.

Stefan continued on his way. He had to---he had to get out of Mystic Falls. He couldn't run the risk of hurting Elena again. But where could he go? Montague could find him no matter where he went. Stefan's eyes clouded. There was no place left. He had thought that after fifty years of not being pursued by the older vampire that it was over. He had been getting his life back. Now it was all crashing down again. Well, there was thing he could do: leave. I'm sorry, Elena. But the way things are going, you'd be safer with Damon than with me, he thought to himself. He couldn't run the risk of being brainwashed again. He wouldn't do that to Elena. But where could he go? Where could he hide out and not be found by Montague? He sighed. He wasn't sure what to do. If he stayed, he ran the risk of hurting Elena again and Damon would most likely be no help. He had turned him away fifty years ago and he wasn't likely to change his mind now. As he flew away, his eyes clouded. Meanwhile, Damon was walking around, trying to figure out his next move. He'd never admit it, but sometimes just walking around help his thought process. He had to help Stefan that much he knew. He blew out a breath and then he became alert when he caught Sheriff Forbes' scent.

"Sheriff?" he asked, heading over in the direction of the smell. There was no answer. "Sheriff!" he called louder catching sight of the car. The car stopped and the woman stepped out of the vehicle.

"Mr. Salvatore, is there something wrong?" she asked.

"I was just wondering if you were able to find anything out about the guy that's harassing my brother," he answered.

"I'm sorry. Not yet. Of course if I had a name…"

"I can ask Stefan, but he's pretty angry with me right now. As I said in our last conversation, he's scared and…" his voice trailed off.

"What is it?" the woman asked. Damon hesitated. "If you've found something…"

"No, not really. It's just---" Damon sighed. "While we were arguing, Stefan said that when this guy first came after him he called me and asked for help and that I brushed him off."

"What?"

"Sheriff, he never called me. I don't know what he's talking about." Sheriff Forbes stared at the man, who was visibly distraught.

"I'm sorry," she murmured. That had to be confusing for him. She couldn't even imagine what he was going through right now. Damon's eyes clouded. What was he going to do? Then, "Thanks for listening, Sheriff. If I find a name, I'll tell you."

"Good." Damon turned to go. "Mr. Salvatore." He turned around. "I know you want to help your brother, but don't be taking the law into your own hands."

"Of course not, Sheriff." She nodded and he continued. Once gone, Damon huffed. Don't take the law into his own hands? Of course he was going to take the law into his own hands! Someone was messin' with his little brother! And no one did that but him! Back in his own part of Mystic Falls, Stefan had just reached the edge of town when---he was telekinetically thrown back!