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AN: Sooo sorry I haven't updated guys. I've been busy with my other stories and just started co-writing a really fun one with the coolest FF writer ever...Tinkerbell90.

I'm going start posting a chapter every other day. I know it's a lot slower than my usual updates but this story is coming to an end soon.

Chapter 21
Dante's Inferno

"I'm surprised you came so quickly" Dante says once the four of them are settled deep in the woods.

Baltazar is surprised too. He doesn't understand his siblings fascination with these humans. If it was him, he would've killed them long ago just to be rid of their annoying emotions. But they were nothing compared to his emo youngest brother. He was always the weakling, time's might have changed but he certainly hadn't.

"Any chance to rid myself of Damon Salvatore and I will gladly take." Elijah says, brushing off his expensive suit.

"They can't know I was involved, brothers. I have to remain on good terms with Alexander." Dante says, fixing his windblown hair. He glances at Adrianna who's hand is on her hip, the other checking her manicured fingers. As usual she has no interest in the current situation.

"We should just stake them in their sleep." She says, without bothering to look up.

"No that would show too much mercy. Damon has been a crick in my neck for far too long." Elijah says.

"I don't get why he bothers you so much." Baltazar says, sitting down on a boulder and crossing his legs.

"He just does" Elijah says, crossing his arms on his chest. I don't why he bugs me so much but I can't wait for his life to end.

"Must remind you of Klaus" Adrianna says.

"I suppose that must be it." Elijah replies.

"Ok, ok, back to the subject of killing them." Dante says, wanting to get this over with.

"I say you go back, take Alexander out to do something tomorrow, and we kill them however we please while your away." Baltazar says.

"Fine by me. Just be long gone by the time we return." Dante replies. "Adrianna, let's go" He says, and the two disappear.

"So brother, how creative are we going to get?" Baltazar asks, glancing at Elijah.

"Nothing too poetic." Elijah says.

"Stakes it is" Baltazar says, smirking. Elijah nods.

EPOV.

"Elena, stop worrying. I'm sure they're all fine and dandy." Damon says, sighing.

"How can I stop worrying? Dante could be dead and you know how much he means to our son. What if they're planning an attack? What if they're fighting each other as we speak? What if Elijah is coming back for Alex again? What if..."

"...they're all fine and dandy? I don't know, why don't you think about it." Damon says, says sarcastically.

"You aren't funny." I say, sitting back and crossing my arms.

"Actually, quite the contrary, I find myself very amusing." He says, glancing at me with a smirk as he pours himself another glass of bourbon. I roll my eyes and glance at the clock for the millionth time. It's been an hour. Where are they?

"Your going to give yourself a headache if you keep thinking so much." Damon says, sitting back down and pushing a stray hair behind my ear.

"You right." I sigh.

"You say it with such surprise and defeat. Aren't you used to me being right by now?" He asks, smirking.

"Pardon the intrusion, but we're back."

Me and Damon both jump and turn around to see Dante and Adrianna standing in the doorway.

"What happened?" Damon asks, holding both of my hands in his.

"They just wanted to talk. They're passing through on their way to New York." Dante says, walking over to sit in the chair across from me and Damon.

"Did they leave?" I ask, hesitantly.

"Yes, they should be long gone by now." Dante says, nodding. I let out a breath I didn't realize I'd been holding and hear Damon do the same. I hear Alex running down the stairs at human speed.

"Dante" He says, blurring over to stand in front of him. Dante stands up and they stand inches apart.

"Are you ok?" Alex asks, worriedly. I glance at Damon and he raises an eyebrow, watching them intently.

"Yea, I'm fine. They hadn't seem me and Adrianna in a couple months. We were just catching up." Dante says without breaking eye contact.

"I was worried..." Alex says, raising his hand as if to caress Dante's cheek, but he drops it and looks to the floor.

"...about Adrianna." He finishes. Dante frowns, then goes back to an empty expression so quickly I wonder if I imagined it.

"Yes, you too seem to be getting along nicely." He says.

"We are" Alex says quickly.

"Well, me and Adrianna are going to run into town. We're severely lacking a wardrobe." Dante say, stepping around Alex. Adrianna appears beside him and they disappear out the front door.

"Well that wasn't strange at all." Damon says, standing and walking to the kitchen.

DPOV.

"Alex, why don't you come help me make lunch." I say, knowing he'll hear me. Sure enough, he appears next to me.

"So..." I say, as we finish up the grilled cheese's.

"So?" He asks.

"What's going on with you and Dante?" I ask, washing the frying pan off.

"Ugh, nothing. I wish everyone would stop asking that." He groans, snapping a wooden spoon in half. "Sorry" He mumbles, throwing the pieces away.

"No problem. Just know you can talk to me it you want to, about anything I mean." I tell him.

"Did you and Stefan fight over mom?" He asks. I drop the pan in the sink, splattering myself with soapy water.

"Where did that come from?" I ask.

"I don't know. Just wondering I guess." He says, shrugging.

-Flashback-

"Tired of your little play thing already?" Stefan asks, walking into the living room.

"Don't start with me, Stefan. She's just my distraction." I mumble, sipping my bourbon.

"She's a person. You're victimizing her." Stefan says, turning to walk away.

"You should be thankful she's here." I tell him, smirking. "Keeps me from going for what I really want." I say. Stefan turns around with a amused expression.

"Your right. Thank you." He says, expression turning dark. "For being in love with my girlfriend."

"And there it is." I say, standing up and smirking at him.

"There it is." Stefan says, smirking back.

"You know, you can be in love with Elena all you want..." He says, walking towards me. My face turns cold.

"...if it means that you'll protect her. But I have the one thing that you never will." Stefan says, shaking his head. Our bodies inches apart now.

"What's that?" I say, faking interest.

"Her respect." He says.

Before I can think I'm swinging my fist, sending him flying into the bookshelves across the room. He turns around to glare and blurs over, wrapping his hands around my throat in a death grip.

-End Of Flashback-

"We got along just fine." I say, smiling. He nods and carries our sandwich's over to the table.

I miss you, little brother.