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Your Dead Meat

"You're ignoring me. Is Stefan here?" Damon asked, stalking into the house. Looking around, trying to sense his presence. But when he didn't find any sense of it, he panicked.

"The 12 missed phone calls. Sorry my phone was dead. And no I haven't seen him all night. Why what's wrong?" Elena quizzed, frowning at the look at Damon's face.

"He went out to hunt and didn't come back," Damon answered, not knowing what to do. Pearls got him, she must have, getting revenge on him for not giving her what she wanted. Getting revenge was fine with him, he knew how good it felt but using his baby brother to get revenge, that is what you never ever do!

"He's not answering his phone, it's just going to answer phone. Where could he be?" Elena questioned, looking at Damon for some sort of answer, anything to let her know that her loving and caring boyfriend that she had come to be so fond of, was ok. Damon looked at her from the side, his eyes dark and evil, almost psycho looking.

"You're not going to like what I'm thinking," He growled, storming out if the house, he knew that Elena was going to follow him. He started the engine and waited for her annoying yet soothing, comfortable, warm scent to get in his car, before speeding off. Eyes glaring at the road in front, he felt Elena's gaze on him. He didn't care, he cared that his brother was alone, possibly being tortured and brutally hurt. He was fuming. No one took his brother and got away with it. No one.

He slammed the brakes on, just outside the woods that led to the white but looming house and told Elena to wait in the car. He sped to the house with his vampire speed and whacked the cracked white front door and screamed for Pearl to open the door. Of course, he was surprised when Fredrick opened the door.

"Miss Pearl isn't here," Fredrick said, opening the door just a crack. Damon frowned, looking him square in the eye.

"Where's my brother?" He sneered. Fredrick opened the door even more and called for someone named Billy. He looked at his brother, saw tears and pain. And fumed. He stalked forward, ready to attack, but only meeting an invisible barrier.

"We were locked in a tomb for 145 years because of Katherine's stupid infatuation with you and your brother. First few weeks, your head feels like it's on fire and your eyes feel like they are going to burst along with your brain. We thought your brother might want a taste of that before we killed him. Billy!"

Damon watched as they thrust the vervain soaked stake into his side, possibly puncturing his lung. Damon winced as he watched Stefan fall to the ground, a new batch of fresh tears falling from his handsome face. He looked at Fredrick and glared.

"I hope you don't mind losing your brother, like you lost Katherine. Good day Damon," He sneered, slamming the door in his face. He sprinted back, thinking of a way to get his brother out of this mess that he had gotten his brother in.

"Where is he? Is he alright?" Elena screamed, pulling an umbrella over his head and staring at him intently. He shook his head and sighed. He started to reply, "No, they have him but the owner of the house is human. Meaning that I can't get in."

"I can," Elena said, starting for the house. He pulled her back by her arm.

"No, Stefan would kill me, you need to stay safe. I got him into this mess and I'm going to get him out."

"But ..."

"No buts Elena, you leave this one to me. Stay at home and don't even think about saying anything about "But he's the love of my life, I need to save him" because that won't work. You're going to go home and stay there and I will bring him over once I have him cleaned up. Do you understand me?" Damon explained, his face showing his seriousness about this. Elena thought for a moment, so he decided to tap into his best friends mind.

I know that I can trust him; he obviously cares for Stefan now. But I need to be there when Stefan is found. I know that I get help without getting caught. But I really don't feel like feeling the full force of Damon Salvatore's anger, so maybe it would be better if I stayed at home like he said.

Damon grinned, pulling back from her train of thoughts. Waving his hand in front of her face, he pulled her out of her thoughts. Looking at her, expecting an answer.

"Okay, I'll go home and I'll stay there. But you have to promise me that you will bring him over once he is cleaned up Damon. Because I won't rest till I now that he is ok," She agreed, wanting some reassurance that she was doing the right thing leaving Damon in charge of saving his brother.

"I promise Elena, I will save him. Take him home, clean him up and bring it right over."

"Okay, so how do I get a ride home?"

"I'll take you."

The ride home was silent and awry, full of tension and anticipation. His brakes screeched to a halt in front of Elena's house.

"Remember your promise, Elena," Damon warned, reminding her of the promise she had made just a few minutes earlier, about not leaving her house to save her boyfriend. She sighed and nodded. Replying with one sentence, "I will, you remember yours."

"I will. Goodbye Elena. Stay safe and don't go anywhere near Pearl's house."