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Chapter 3: Kill,Kill.

Stefan's pov

Well, my world has gone to crap and it looks like my human girlfriend has just defended my dumbass brother and told me to get blood to keep him alive. Stupid Katherine, why'd you make us love you? Why did you come back?

I stomped up the steps of the hospital and quickly stole a few dozen-blood bags before the night nurse could see. I took my sweet time getting home; more time to think and stall Damon's hunger.

My brain went to my sweet, helpless Elena. She was so like the one I was truly in love with. I had just told her I didn't love Katherine to make sure I wouldn't have to lose her. In a way I love her closely to my love for Katherine, but I loved Katherine till the end as to where Elena is just an obsession. For now, at least. She might care for Damon with a passion, but she was in love with me. And then she was right before my eyes, smiling coyly. She had left Damon's side to find me. Her eyes were bright with light, which started to show some differences from my Elena. Her hair was a little thicker, as was her eyelashes. Her face was more committed to memory than I thought. Then I saw the fangs in her smiling mouth, bringing a grin to my own. Katherine.

Elena's pov

I was cleaning the cuts on Damon's arms when he finally stirred. He had been out for at least an hour and I knew he was hungry by the way his eyes darted to my neck and then my face. The glances made me shiver with fear and then I relaxed when he grabbed my still hand on his arm. I looked down at him and brushed a strand of dark hair out of his crystal blue eyes.

"Hey," I murmured softly, "how are you?"

He closed his eyes briefly and took a deep breath, keeping them closed. "I've been better." He opened his eyes and pursed his lips. "How long have I been out?"

I checked the clock on his nightstand. It was 12:43. He had passed out around 10:09. So…2 hours and 35 minutes and Stefan wasn't back with the blood yet. God, my man was slower than molasses. And he was a fucking vampire, for Christ sake.

"You've been out for over 2 and a half hours," I sighed and got up. "I'm going to call Stefan and see what's taking him so long."

Damon grabbed my hand. "Please stay. Call him from here," he begged like an infant.

God, Damon Salvatore has never begged. Ever! And now he begs me to stay and call my boyfriend when he's in the room. Sweet baby Jesus, I think this boy is in love with me. I sat on the edge of the bed and dialed Stefan.

Katherine's pov

I was kissing my sweet St. Stefan when my doppelganger called him. He pulled away and answered the phone, still looking at me. He listened intently and then hung up. He stood up, grabbing his belongings off my table.

"I must go," he stated quietly before cupping my chin. "I'll be back though."

He left quickly and I couldn't help but laugh. My Stefan was back.

Damon's pov

I was snuggling with Elena in the den when Stefan burst through the door. For some reason after I was patched up, she wanted to go downstairs and cuddle. Don't ask me why because I have no answer; all I know is that I love it. She fell asleep quickly and didn't stir when Stefan came over to us and smacked me across the cheek.

At that moment I could think of 1,000 or so ways I could kill him in a blink of an eye.

I shifted Elena off my lap and into my arms to carry her upstairs. I settled her in MY bed, not 's, and ran down to him. He stood there with his hands on his hips like a prissy little girl. And, in my book, he was one.

"What is it, little bro," I asked sarcastically, knowing I was pissing him off further.

He growled. "Why was Elena asleep on you," he sneered.

I wagged my eyebrows. "Jealous much?"

He pinned me against the wall, making a cracking sound.

Obviously the sound travels upstairs, because the next thing we knew, Elena was calling, "Damon?"

Oh, cliffy. Sorry it took me so long to update. Blame my cousin's wedding preparations. I will update at 8 reviews. Come on I know you can do it