Alright. I have no idea how this will turn out. I've written a lot of stuff, but published none. Nowhere. Nervous. Tomato face.

I hate Stefan. If you have a problem with that, don't read. I have no BETA. The rating M is for strong language for now, but I'm all for... rape, abuse, wild sex... and stuff. So expect nothing. Also, I got a little bit carried away, so it might be long. Or it might be too short. Okay, I'll stop babbling now. I need to continue this to 6000 words at least, but I have so many ideas and I'd love to hear what you guys think of it. A million epic thank you's if you read and... let me know you've read it in any way. Hugs and all that shit!


„It's eight o'clock and once again, we start with astonishing news. A village nearby has witnessed a cruel animal attack with, once again, more than one victims. Having devastated people our very own Mystic Falls for years and extremely severely for the last week, causing in more than ten deaths – and according to some sources, periodically since Mystic Falls was founded – the beast seems to have started travelling. With more than fifty victims in Mystic Falls, it might be the beginning of hell for the village south of Mystic Falls, named-"

„South," Damon repeated as the TV was shut down. „So she's moving south." He had been leaning against the sofa Stefan was sitting on – who was now rubbing his temples. „And they're getting on to prior attacks," Damon added. He had been rocking the sofa, eyes burning with excitement; he'd been like a kid looking at a show where they were just announcing winners of some toys they'd been giving out.

Stefan looked ashamed. Devastated. Sad. His face was a mix of a lot of negative emotions… he looked like he had just witnessed a death. Looking aimlessly at the black screen, he slowly got up and walked to Damon, who was pouring some bourbon to a glass. He raised his eyes to Stefan and picked up a second glass, reaching it in his direction. "Want some? Your alcoholic behaviour has severely gotten out of hand in the past week, though. I should list you up for AA, actually. You can't put it on controlling the cravings forever, Ste-"

"Shut up," Stefan said gloomily. "Damon, we need to talk."

Damon smirked and leaned on the end table with a few bottles and glasses. "Oh, is this about me being mean to you again? That's called an eternity of misery," he finished, his tone dark.

"I want you to kill Elena," Stefan wailed.

That caught Damon off-guard. He almost dropped his glass and spilled the bourbon on the table when bouncing back to the table. He ignored it and looked at Stefan. "Are you even serious?"

"Dead," he replied and Damon still eyed him as he was expecting him to burst into laugh and say that Damon's getting gullible. He remained serious and Damon looked down on the floor, words having escaped him – like he was expecting to find them there. "Why would I do that now, brother?"

"Because I can't do it!" Stefan shouted, getting the vampire features, proving he is, indeed, upset. "You have the switch turned off anyways… I can't do it." He looked at Damon, a mixture of anger, pain and plead. "I still love her, monster or not."

Damon shook his head, as if the world would turn back to normal then again. "Are you really that fucking stupid?" he snapped. Oh, oops. He said it now.

Stefan looked at him in amazement, forgetting about Elena completely for a moment. "You haven't turned it off?"

"Of course I have," Damon sneered. "Just not… right now." He wasn't really sure why he even admitted it. He could've simply said no and possibly punched Stefan. Besides, he'd been pretty sure that Stefan knew… that everyone knew. Wait… did that mean Elena didn't know it as well? "It's your problem. Turn off your fucking switch yourself. Why would you kill Elena, anyway? I thought you two had that love-of-eternity-forever-in-love-idyll. Where did that go?"

"It died with Elena," Stefan groaned.

"It's your fault," Damon said right back.

Stefan yelped. It was his fault.

He had sacrificed everything for his brother – that didn't even come to his mind. He was supposed to get free somehow – with Bonnie's help or with Damon's or Elena's or merely by a happy coincidence… he wasn't stuck with Klaus forever. He would make a mistake. Someone would rescue him. Something would happen. He cared for Damon too much to let him die when there was a way and he knew he wasn't stuck forever – besides, a hundred and forty five years had separated him from a vampire's nature and now he had the perfect excuse to have it. Deep down he knew it was wrong – or maybe vice versa, maybe deep down he knew it was his nature, but somewhere, he had this feeling for right and wrong. And this was wrong, yet it was his nature. He became what Klaus wanted him to and it took merely months for them to find him – Klaus had pissed off a lot of people. Or well – maybe not people per se, but still - a lot of witches, vampires and werewolves weren't all that happy with the Original. So Damon and Elena had gathered them all, ending in Bonnie locking him to the tomb – it was the best they could think of. Even an Original couldn't live without the blood. Klaus would survive, but once he was a wreck in some decades, they would finish him off somehow.

Everything had gone according to plan and one day, Elena had announced that she wants to turn. It had been a little bit after her birthday and she was getting a panic attack because of it. Damon had mocked her about being like 'that lame chick in Twilight', but Elena, though wondering when had Damon read that, ignored him and asked Stefan. She'd spent a month spreading the news amongst her friends and Jeremy, who all had different opinions about that, but Stefan had done it. He'd fed her his blood and snapped her neck a few hours later. They'd gone to a forest in Mystic Falls where she completed the transformation. They had all of it planned out: Stefan, having gradually strengthened himself with some human blood in the past few weeks – Damon had been way sceptical about the turn and didn't really hang with them two anymore, so they couldn't use his compulsion –, would compel the victim to forget, they would feed him or her some vampire blood to heal so that there would be no harm caused at all.

That's when things got bad. Elena, being sweet, loving, and adorable, a little badass - having all the qualities a girl could have, was supposed to be the same as a vampire. But she changed from the first drop of human blood she tasted. Stefan had to physically drag him from the compelled camper – though that was expected. What wasn't expected, was Elena to groan loudly and run away, causing destruction in the area. Her switch was off from the second she tasted the blood and with having been with the Salvatores for that long, she knew about the pros of being a vampire, so Stefan never found her. Damon neither, when Stefan had confessed that Elena ran. Damon was right – it was all his fault. He should've never turned her; or, as a matter of fact, anyone that had a choice.

"I can't handle this," Stefan mumbled, staggering.

"Ah? What?" Damon said, drowning his scotch and pouring another glass right away.

"I'm leaving," he said slowly, looking at his feet. "Tonight." He obviously expected a response, but if none came in several minutes, he left the room, leaving Damon standing there… who came out with a response when Stefan had long left.

"And what the fuck am I supposed to do now?" he shouted to the closed door.