Chapter 2-

The sun had just come up in Mystic Falls. Everyone was asleep. Well not everyone. It was only6 A.M. and Damon was already drinking. The boarding house was quiet and kind of lonely. Ever since Stef had disspeared after what happened on Wickery Bridge. Elena had stopped coming around since Damon impulsively kissed her. 'I'm so stupid. She's got enough going on and I just made it worse.' Damon thought to himself as he poured more whiskey into his glass. He was on his second bottle when broody little Stef walked in.

"Damon. You're drunk at 6 A.M. Seriously?"

"Stef, I messed up." Damon turned away from the fire and looked as if he would cry any minute now.

"Careful brother, your humanity is showing." Stefan laughed at his own joke, but Damon just threw his glass at the wall; breaking it.

"Damnit Stef," his voice grew louder. "YOU DON'T GET IT DO YOU?"

"Get what, Damon?"

"You should've just let klaus rip my heart out. Then I wouldn't have to feel all this pain and guilt."

Stef looked at Damon confused. Stefan thought Damon had turned the switch off years ago when they had first turned and their father wanted to kill them. He vowed he'd never turn them back on. Never.

"Guilt for what?" Stefan finally asked him as he poured himself a drink.

"Don't play the dumb card with me Stef. You know what."

"Ah, Your love for Elena?"

Hearing Stefan say those words like it didn't matter to him at all, made Damon realize that maybe he really was lost forever.

"Damon? I love her still. I really do, but after everything I've done to her and her friends...There is no hope for us." Stef chugged his whiskey and put the glass down.

"So what are you saying?"

"If you want her, go ahead." Stef thought to himself as the words were coming out of his mouth. 'What am I doing?' 'I just gave him permission to go after my girl and I know she has a thing for him, so she won't push him away.'

Damon looked at him, wondering what game he was playing. There's gotta be a catch. He went to get more whiskey but Stef took the whole bottle and went upstairs with it.

"HEY!," Damon yelled, "THAT'S MY WHISKEY."

Stefan ignored him and a few seconds later Damon heard a door slam.

'It kills me to see him like this. Brotherly love and all that.'

Damon threw water on the fire and decided to get some sleep. He was so drunk he could barely make it up the stairs without falling, so he passed out on the couch. The last thing that entered his mind as he closed his and drifted into sleep was her. Elena Gilbert. The girl he lusted after.