"You can run, you can hide, but you can't escape my love." Escape - Enrique Iglesias
When me and my brothers were little, we used to love playing games together. At nearly a century older, we much preferred tormenting and annoying each other with mind games and torturous acts. Before we met Katherine, we were best friends and as close as brothers should be. We'd spend every day together until I left to fight in the Civil War, and when I returned everything was back to how it should have been… until Katherine came and tore us apart. We both fell irrevocably in love with the vampire who fed on our blood, seduced us and strung us along, saying she loved us. Eventually, we figured out that she had us both wrapped around her little fingers but we subconsciously decided to fight for the love of the greedy vampire.
Sometimes, I regret that we let a girl ruin our bond. Other times – like now- I'm glad that I am no longer on good terms with my manipulating, self-centered brother.
"Hello, big brother. I'm surprised you're not at the bar!" Stefan said, pretending to be shocked.
"I would be but it seems that I have some thinking to do."
"You're not still planning how to steal my girlfriend, are you?"
"I'm not going to steal her. I'm going to set her free from the abomination you have become!"
"Abomination? You can't possibly mean me?" He laughed. "I'm not the one who feeds on innocent humans!"
"What do you feed on, brother? Elena?"
Stefan shot me a dirty look then he walked from the room. The fact that he had not answered my question made me worry about Elena's safety. If he was feeding from her, then there was an extremely high possibility that they were exchanging blood. A few minutes later, I heard my brother's car door slam shut and the screeching of the tires as he reversed out of the garage. As soon as I was sure he was no-where near the house, I ran down to the cellar and collected some of the vervain that grew there. Our family had always had a supply of vervain and - even though it was one of the only things that could hurt vampires –my brother and I did not wish to break that tradition.
Swiftly, I dropped the plant into a bottle of Stefan's favourite liquor. After a few moments of stirring, there was no longer any sign of the vervain's presence. Without delay, I climbed into my 1967 Chevy Camaro with the bottle of alcohol in my rucksack. I drove quickly with rock songs blaring out of my newly-installed stereo system.
As I pulled into the drive of the Gilbert household, a sudden wave of fear hit me. What if it did not work? What if Stefan smelt the vervain? What if I free Elena then she does not love me? Did I really want to risk so much on one girl? Though these questions whizzed round my head, I found myself climbing out of my car, walking up to the milk-white door and rapping a little musical knock with my knuckles.
"Don't answer the door, Elena." I pressed my ear against the door.
"Why?"
"It's Damon."
"Then I should open it!" I heard Elena's light footsteps approach the door.
"No. Don't disobey me, Elena!"
"Bu-but Stef… Fine." They both walked up the stairs, turning all the lights off as they went.
Disappointedly, I began to walk back to my car. That's when it struck me: Elena was beginning to resist Stefan's compulsion! She argued with him! That was not possible! Unless he had stop compelling her, but that was not very likely. Or someone had been giving her vervain in very small doses which seemed much more likely. My new aim was to find out who had figured it out.