-Damon's POV-

It was a lovely drive to Forks. I retold the story of my boyhood, my days at war, and well… my life story. I do believe that dear, little Elena fell asleep within forty-five minutes. I found it rude. I was in the middle of an excellent story, and it was quite worthy of an award if I do say so myself. Stefan shook her awake when we arrived at the little house that we would be renting out. I saw the police car next door, and my enthusiastic buzz was just killed. Ugh. I'm never free of the cops, am I? This sucks, bad. Forks wasn't that bad. Okay, that's a lame lie. It was that bad. It was just… in a word… depressing. It killed my already dead buzz. That, my dears, is not okay. Stefan and I walked into the house with Elena and it was charming. The house was fully furnished and that was lovely. It looked a gingerbread house on the inside, considering the way it was decorated. I shuddered. I feel like Hansel and Gretel should be knocking on the door any second. I wondered why there wasn't a little trail of stones through the yard. Jeez. I need a new hobby. I must say that the three bedrooms were a plus, because it would be living hell on Earth if Stefan and I had to share a room. We had to do that when we were kids, and it was not pleasant.

Stefan and I were upstairs, unpacking, when Elena screamed form downstairs.

"Stefan! Damon!"

We were instantly beside her. She passed the little piece of paper that was in her hand to us, and we read it. Our senses were alert and our emotions were confused.

Elena, Stefan, and Damon…

Be careful in this town. Things are not always as they seem.

-K

I was fuming. The 'K' could stand for Klaus… or… I couldn't think of it. He couldn't be on to this this quick. We bailed before he was even half way to Mystic Falls. Then again, who the hell knows who he has working for him. Stefan wrapped his arms around Elena and kissed her temple.

"We will be careful. Since we live right next to police chief, we all need to be careful. We don't' know any of the town's history, or if anyone knows anything about vampires. Nor do we know if there are even vampires in this town at all, or if anyone is on vervain." He glared at me.

I raised my hands in innocence. "What? Haven't you ever heard of a blood bank? Gosh." I stalked into the kitchen, looking for any alcohol. I smirked as I found a bottle of whiskey form 1918. It was a good year. It was good, except for the Spanish Influenza outbreak. That was bad. It was like the Yellow Fever epidemic in 1793. I poured myself a glass and went back upstairs. I unpacked my suitcase and realized that Katherine's picture must have found its way into my things, because I sure as hell remember leaving it in Virginia, in Mystic Falls, at the boarding house, in the parlor. I picked it up and started at her as she stared back at me with those doe like brown eyes that always had a gleam of mischief and a hint of sexiness. She stared back at me with all of her immortal beauty. I had wanted this life. I wanted to be with her forever. But, there was one thing, or person, in my way: Stefan. It was just me. It was supposed to be just me and her, for eternity. I threw back into my suitcase and zipped it up. Not now. No. I couldn't look at her. Not now. Maybe later.

Stefan leaned in the doorway. "Missing someone, brother?"

I scoffed. "Why would it concern you?"

"Because you're my brother, and brothers look out for each other."

"Just thinking about Katherine, brother." He sighed and sat down on the bed. He motioned for me to join him. I sat down next to him. He looked over at me.

"Damon, Katherine is gone. You have to accept that and move on. She's either missing, or alive, or even dead. We don't know, and we probably never will." I stood up.

"NO! SHE'S NOT DEAD, STEFAN! I KNOW SHE ISN'T." I slid down the wall. "She just can't be." He knelt down in front of me, his hands on my shoulders.

"Damon Anthony Salvatore, you listen to me, and you listen well. Katherine never loved you. She never loved either of us. We were just a part of her twisted games. She compelled us, Damon. The love that we felt for her wasn't real. You have to accept this. You may still love her, but she will never love you back."

"You're wrong. Katherine never compelled me. I knew everything. It was supposed to be just me and her. You were never supposed to be a part of this."

Stefan shook his head. "It took me a while to figure all of this out, but…" He sat down next to me on the floor. "Katherine doesn't care, about anybody, but herself. She never has, and she probably never will. You need to come to terms with what happened. You may love her, but she will never love you. Please, I beg of you, brother… Please put Katherine in the past, and put everything behind you."

"I can never put her in the past, Stefan. She was my everything. She was my whole world. I needed her more than the air I breathed back then. Katherine will always be in the back of my mind."

"She will be in the back of all of our minds, Damon. Elena can't get Katherine off of her mind either. Elena feels as if she is near. I can't be sure of that. None of us can be. God only knows where Katherine is. God only knows what has happened to her."

"Stefan, what if she is near?"

"Time can only tell. Perhaps time will be good to her, or worse to her. We will never know, and if she is alive, maybe she'll reveal herself to us or to you one day. Just be patient. Come on." He stood up and offered me his hand. "Let's go check on Elena downstairs. It's too quiet." I smirked and took his hand. We walked down the stairs together. Elena was holding the door open, frozen in shock. I swear to the holy Lord above, that I was going to die right then and there.

Katherine's beauty looked back at me. She smirked at me. "Hello, Damon, Stefan." She looked the both of us over and said, "I'm your new neighbor. We're going to have so much fun together, aren't we?"

Where was Voldemort when you needed him, because bloody hell, shit just got real.

AN:/ *peeking out from hiding place* He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named isn't there is he? Whew! Good. I thought I was going to die for a second there. I like the conversation between Stefan and Damon. It shows their relationship as brothers and that deep down, underneath all of the hatred, they really do love each other. So, i only have one word for you all, and no, it's not a killing curse, but: REVIEW!