Stefan dug through the things on his desk with urgency, he needed to find the Deed to the house he took from Zack's room.
Elena and the lawyer would be here any minute, if he didn't have those papers... Suddenly he came upon a centuries old faded letter envelope, his family's crest was the imprinted on the red wax and it was addressed to himself from his brother.
He frowned in confused curiosity. Stefan quickly slipped the Envelope open and pulled out the worn paper opening it carefully to ensure he didn't rip it.
He pursed his lips, brows furrowed he Re-read the letter but not for the first time in hundreds of years.
Stefan swallowed painfully at the elegantly written letter his elder brother had sent him only a day earlier.
The letter was written perfectly as always, surprising due to the fact Damon was known to be one who stirred things too quickly.
He felt his eyes well up. Stefan's chest was painfully throbbing in both fury and sadness.
He Re-read it again but this time was the last.
Dear Little Brother,
I know you're expecting a happy letter, one where I'll joke and complain until you're howling with laughter or something equally embarrassing.
In fact, I bet you get in trouble with the annoying little Prefects every time I send you one of these. I very deeply apologize.
Stefan pursed his lips and almost laughed.
However, sadly this will not be one of those letters. I'm grim to say I've enrolled myself into the army, obviously I will not be present for your graduation. Though Father tells me a lovely orphan girl named Katherine who lost her parents in an Atlanta fire will be staying there by the time you're home, maybe she will keep you company. (Father must think he's such a saint for letting her stay, wonder what he's making up for?)
Stefan could almost see Damon smirking at himself for the quip.
They have ordered me to the nearest camp South-East of Mystic Falls on Monday, I wish you only the best and hope I'll return in one piece just enough to joke about how utterly stupid and reckless this decision was and I promise you'll even get a free punch in if I'm not injured or worse grown up.
I know you're probably as furious with me as our dear Father (Whom I don't wish any of the best, hopefully he'll be in his grave or senile by the time I arrive home.), and I'm sorry I've disappointed you Little Brother.
Your Apologetic and Recklessly Stupid Loving Older Brother, Damon.
P.S. Okay two punches.
Stefan crumpled the letter in his fist and grounded his teeth. Definitely more than just two punches for his Recklessly Stupid Older Brother, Damon.
"Stefan, what in hell is taking you so long!" Damon growled from downstairs, breaking Stefan from his reverie with a sharp pang to his ears.
Stefan shook his head, carefully stuffing the ages old letter into his front pocket before he spotted the Deed with a quick smirk and flashed downstairs with it in a vampire speeding blur.