A/N: Sorry it's taken me a while to write guys and this being so short! Life has been crazy but I just got a new laptop and have issues sleeping so guess what I'll probably be writing a bit more often! Thanks' for all the lovely reviews, I know this chapter isn't the best but hoping that it's gotten me out of my writing funk enjoy!

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Walking into the boarding house he immediately picked up on the scent of perfume, her perfume. She had been here, not long ago and he knew exactly who she had been with. His eye's darkened and his face cracked with blackened veins. How dare he do this to him again! His brother had already taken her once from him and this time was not going to be the same. He stormed up stairs to his room, making it known with every step how angry he was. He had crossed a line, he had warned him to stay away, that she belonged to him. Katherine was his! He slammed the door open and found his raven haired brother lounging on a plush, black mahogany chair. His smirked grew at the sight of him, the bourbon in his glass swirling.

"Brother, to what do I owe this interruption?" Stefan's glare pierced into Damon's taunting eyes. He took a step further towards him, his fist's shaking. "I do have company you know" Stefan's continued to stare down his brother as he began to notice the noise of a bath running

"She's still here then?" his voice was like steel but unfazed Damon. If she's still here I could make her see him for what he really is, a monster. Damon raised his eyebrow and took a sip of his drink

"And who is it that you are asking about little brother" a snarl escaped his lips, his brother was playing games with him trying to push him into attacking first

"Don't play games with me brother, you know exactly who I'm talking about" Damon stood up and began to casually walk towards Stefan. "Is Katherine here?" Damon's eye's changed, matching the dark colour that's Stefan eye's held.

"Her name is not Katherine" Stefan was taken aback, how could his brother not see it! "Her name is Elena, E-le-na"

"No, it's her, its Katherine, once I turn her she'll be her!" why can't he see it! Damon took a step back and sipped his drink again, eyeing his clearly unhinged brother carefully

"Stefan, her name is Elena and she is nothing like Katherine" he raised his fist angrily and hit his brother square in the jaw

"HOW DARE YOU! You took her from me once Damon! I won't let you take her again!"

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He raised a hand to his cheek, the force of the punch had done nothing but still it had hurt. His brother had lost it. Did he really think turning Katherine's human look alike would replace her? Did he really think she would become her? Damon's eye's flicked towards the bathroom door when bath water had stopped running and frowned. Any minute she would come out and his lunch would be ruined.

"She's mine brother! She always has been! Go near her again and I WILL kill you" He focused his attention on his brother who had seemed to calm down a bit although he could see he was still seething. He had to decide, did he fight him and steer him away from his lunch or did he wait to see his brother's reaction when she stepped through the door.

"Stefan, it's pretty obvious she's into me and not you. After all we did spend the evening together" Damon couldn't help it he loved pushing his baby brother's buttons. He was this monster because of him and he was going to make damn sure he got every drop of enjoyment he could out of this misery. Stefan's eyes grew dark again as they heard the door handle turn, he sped towards it and grabbed the female figure yanking her neck aside.

"You lose Damon; I'll suck her dry right here and turn her, right in front of you" Damon chuckled, he had no clue that in his arm's was a petite blonde waitress he had on speed dial from Richmond. Elena had left hours ago. She had freaked out, mumbling about how she was a good person and that she would never come back to see Damon again. He chuckled to himself knowing that he wasn't going to make it easy for her to stay away.

"Go ahead ripper, I couldn't care less" Stefan so blind in his rage ripped his fangs into the struggling blondes neck, drinking greedily. It seemed like seconds before he dropped the girl to the ground and stared down at it. Shock evident in his eyes

"I-it's not her" Damon swigged back the rest of his drink, a cruel smile on his face

"no-p-e" he brushed past his brother, patting him on the shoulder "Be a good brother and clean up your mess will you, I don't want the smell of a rotting corpse in my room...never know when ill have company again"

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She hugged her jacket closer to her body, the breeze making her goose bumps harder to ignore as she gritted her teeth against each other. When was this feeling going to stop! Gone was the buzz of energy and freedom she felt and in its place came an unwelcomed heightening of her senses. Her sun glasses gave her little comfort from the sun and she had to squint her eyes to prevent them from feeling sore. Her mouth felt like cotton even though she had brought herself a bottle of water that she had been nursing on her walk home. Elena had left her car at the gas station, telling the service clerk she felt to unwell to drive it, which in all honesty was the truth. She hadn't trusted herself behind the wheel. How could I be so stupid! She mentally kicked herself, was that few hours high worth all this after? You know it was, you got to see him and it made you feel free. Elena stopped, shocked that she had even thought something like that. Her brain it seemed was against her, telling her what she knew was wrong was right. No, I should never have gone! She suddenly felt the sensation of someone watching her and continued to walk, her pace faster than before. You know exactly why you went, you wanted him. She shook her head, trying to drive back the thought's she found herself regularly thinking the past few day's No, he is everything I should be staying away from! Elena froze; she swore she felt someone touch her shoulder. It's just this stupid drug, it's making me paranoid! Once again she felt something touch her and she spun around. The empty street made her even more uneasy and she decided to break out into a run. Paranoia or not she wasn't going to wait around to find out if someone was out there.