Sorry for the wait. I had extreme writer's block for a while, and then I accidently deleted my story. If you read Take Me Back, you already know this lol. Well, I'm not exactly sure about this chapter. I was in a more romantic mood while writing this, so sorry if it's not funny. Hope you enjoy anyway!

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Stefan sighed happily as he crushed another bag of blood to his lips. God, this was amazing. He could drink as much of the forbidden fruit as he could ingest, with no regrets, no loss, only-only this. Stefan sighed as he finished the bag, tossing it to the now crowded floor. It was littered with ripped red bags. He stepped over them warily, reached for a glass of scotch, and gulped it down in one go. He grimaced as the liquid burned its way down his throat.

He could feel power building inside him. It was ticking like a time bomb, and Stefan knew that soon it would blow. He inhaled deeply, enjoying the plethora of scents that tickled his nose. He could smell the faint drift of Elena's perfume to the strong scent of Damon's cologne. He could hear clearly the quiet treading of a doe as it walked through the nearby forest.

Stefan smiled slowly as he crouched in a hunter's position. He didn't know if it was from the rush of the blood he drank or from some sort of side effect of being in Damon's body, but he wanted to kill something. To feel the last horrified moment of fear and the gush of warm blood flooding his mouth as he bit deeper…what was wrong with him?

He was out of the house in a flash and running. The cool wind whipped his face, helping clear his heated head. It was nothing at all, just a random…thought passing through his head. Too much to drink, that was it.

Stefan didn't pay any attention to where he was going, but suddenly found himself in front of Bonnie's house. Good. He could ask her to reverse this dumb spell before he ended up killing someone. Damon's body or not, he didn't need that guilt. Stefan tapped his foot impatiently as he knocked loudly and quickly on the door. There was no response, and Stefan realized that Bonnie was probably at school. He mentally envisioned himself banging his head on the wall. How could he be so stupid?

Just as he was turning away, the door creaked open revealing an exhausted looking Bonnie. Her usually caramel skin was pale and drawn and dark circles were etched under her eyes. Surprise colored her face, but anger quickly replaced it.

"You." She spat and realization dawned on Stefan once again. He was Damon. He hit his head on the wall again mentally. How could he forget such a major detail? Bonnie hated Damon. Her light eyes were darkened with it.

Stefan spoke quickly. "Bonnie. I'm not Damon. I'm Stefan. Last…"

Bonnie cut him off with a snort. "Oh and I'm really Katherine . Do you think I'm stupid Damon? Blind? Now get the hell out of here before I kill you." She started to close the door but Stefan caught the edge of the door.

"Bonnie…" he began, but never got to finish as her gaze locked with is, a smug smile on her lips that made him feel anxious. Then, a thousand splintering stakes were being shoved unto his brain, and Stefan could barely gasp as his gaze went red. He doubled over and collapsed on the floor, clutching at his head, trying to find some way to lessen the agonizing pain…and just like that, it was gone, the only reminder of his pain a quickly fading headache.

Bonnie was bent over him, her lip curled into a grimace of disgust. "Pathetic." She murmured, and shut the door.

Holding his hand gingerly to his head, Stefan stood up. So that's how it felt. He groaned, wondering why Damon even fought with Bonnie anyway. Did he have a death wish?

Stefan sighed as the thoughts gathered and collected in his head. Bonnie wasn't going to listen to him. Either he would have tell Elena, which his mind immediately rejected, he'd rather not have her involved, or he would have to get Damon to do it. So Damon it was. Bonnie might listen to him. But the fact was, Damon would only do it if he wanted to. And who knew what he wanted? Stefan moaned again and pulled out his phone, as he tried not to imagine what Damon was doing in his body.

Hopefully, nothing too bad.

He scrolled to his own name in Damon's contact and frowned when he saw it wasn't there. Did his own brother not have his number? Stefan started at the beginning, wondering if he missed it. And there it was, under his girlfriend's name.

Elena's Bitch.

Stefan rolled his eyes and pressed talk.

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Dodgeball.

Damon smiled evilly as he bounced the ball up and down in his hands. He hefted it, and the team on the other side of the room took an involuntary step back. He found this reasonable. His target was that blonde kid, Caroline's ex. He almost felt bad for the kid, who was looking nervously at him. Probably wondering about the maniacal glint in his eye. He was sure Stefan never looked like this before. Even the coach was now leaning unconsciously forward in his seat in the bleachers.

"Careful now, Stefan." He said in a warning voice. Damon nodded once, never taking his eyes off his victim. He pulled back his arm, gave the ball one last squeeze, and whipped it forward with all his strength. The ball whizzed forward like a bullet. Matt barely had time to flinch before the rubber ball slammed into his chest, sending him flying backward into the padded wall.

Silence fell, as everyone turned to look at Damon. He smiled sheepishly. Oops.

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"You okay?" Damon asked, though he could really he could really care less. He wasn't dead so he was fine.

Matt winced. "Yeah I'm fine. Nothing's broken." He gave a faint smile, and Damon admired his fortitude. It was a pretty hard hit, but only because he didn't know Stefan had it in him. Damon hadn't been sure that this puffball had any strength, but he realized his mistake now. Why did he have to ruin everything he does? Stefan was perfect; he never messed anything up. Even when he was in Stefan's body he couldn't do anything right. He sighed as they made their way into the cafeteria.

Matt tensed as Caroline made her way to them.

"Hey guys." She said nervously, running a hand through her blonde hair. There was an awkward silence as Caroline and Matt stared at each other.

"Um, I have to go." Matt said suddenly. "See you later." He walked away quickly.

"Awkward." muttered Damon.

"Tell me about it." Caroline sighed. "Come on. Let's go find Elena . Bonnie's sick." Damon nodded absently, already searching the room for the dark head. He actually, ironically, did learn something today. Elena's name meant light in Latin. The Light for his dark. And he saw her. The room seemed to part for her as she walked across the cafeteria. She spotted him and smiled. Damon never heard something before that was truer than that was. He was so whipped.

"You ready to go eat?" Caroline asked impatiently.

Elena nodded and looked at Stefan confusedly. He realized he was gaping and quickly closed his mouth. God, this girl was going to be the death of him.

"How was your day?" asked Elena conversationally.

Damon rolled his eyes. "Not good."

Caroline gave him a strange look. "Yeah I heard you led a 'we don't need no education' rebellion in math. And apparently you blew up the chem lab."

Elena laughed, but sobered when she saw the serious look on Damon's face. "I didn't blow up the whole lab…" he muttered.

They sat on a picnic table outside. Damon felt his pocket vibrate and pulled out Stefan's phone. 'Damon' was calling. He debated pressing the ignore button. It was probably some depressing, 'it's all up to you now Damon!' news. He was sure Stefan wasn't calling just to say hi. Elena noticed all of this.

"What does Damon want now?" she asked crossly. What? Did he always ask for things? He wasn't that selfish.

"Might as well see." He sighed.

He got up and pressed the talk button. "Yello." He drawled. "Sexy here. Oh wait. I'm you. Never mind."

"Shut up Damon, for once in your life." The voice was almost like a growl.

"Jeez. Someone woke up…"

"SHUT UP!"

And Damon, for once in his life, shut up.

"Look, I went to Bonnie to get her to reverse the spell. But she won't listen to me because I'm you. So I need you to talk to her for me. She'd listen to me."

Damon grinned slowly. "Yelling at me isn't exactly the way to get me to do what you want."

"So what, you want to be trapped as me forever? You hate me."

"Yes, but I love Elena. And as you, I can get whatever I want."

There was tense silence on the other end. "You…what?"

Shit. Damon realized his mistake immediately. He just told his brother that he loved his girlfriend. Not good. "What what?" he asked, deciding to pretend that it never happened.

"You just said that…that…nevermind." Damon breathed a silent sigh of relief. It was so Stefan to tuck things away rather than face the truth.

"Yeah so I'm just going to enjoy being you for as long as I want and do whatever I want because that's how I am, Stefan."

"But…"

"Buh bye now." Damon hung up the phone, feeling strange in the stomach. Not exactly the most pleasant conversation in the world.

As he walked back to the lunch table this feeling of discomfort escalated. Elena watched him worriedly.

"What'd he say?" Damon tried to put on a mask of amusement, but he was sure Elena's bright brown eyes could see right through it.

"Just being Damon." He sighed. Elena looked like she was about to press for more, so Damon interrupted her. "You wanna go out after school today?"

Elena blinked, clearly thrown off her track. "Go…out?" Caroline chuckled.

"Yeah, you know, what boyfriend and girlfriend usually do for fun."

"I thought we agreed that we couldn't do that." She said.

Damon clenched his jaw. If Elena was his, he'd take her everywhere, let her see anything. Stefan didn't deserve her. But then again, he thought laconically, neither did he.

"Change of plans."

Elena narrowed her eyes, but then smiled. "Where do you want to go?"

"It's a surprise." Damon gave her a mysterious smile and she laughed with Caroline. Truth was, he had no idea.

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Alright amazing reviewers! Where would you like Damon to take Elena for a date? Because I can't think of anything haha. Thanks!