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Flashback

He shove his hands farther in his pockets. Gently he blows a cloud of cold air. Fascinated with it he stared straight at it when it slowly disappeared. He smirked sadistic. Everything is fading, everything is disappearing. He let is focus fall on the threesome just before him. The way there acting told him they hadn't seen him or noticing him.
His father gave Stefan a hand and laid his baggage in the car. Stefan toke the hand of his father and shook it smiling. His smile became bigger when his father said something.
The young lady next to Stefan hugged his father tenderly, as if they knew each other for years. He shook his head and looked again at his little brother. An icing cold feeling surrounds is heart when he saw them kissing. It was like the world had go one, without him. Like they had forgotten about his existence. Next to him some branches creaked. Damon closed his eyes knowing what was coming.

"Did you really think you could escape me, boy?'' a voice filled with rage told him behind him. A hand was lied on his shoulder as a warning. ''Listen boy, you got two choices here.. or you work with us and no one get wounded or it's going to be very painful.'' The smirk of the man had become hateful. Damon looked again at his little brother and swallowed. He wanted to scream so load, but he couldn't do it. He wanted to tell Stefan he needed to run, to hide, but the risk was to big. His eyes moved over at the ally's. And he just knew if he did something now, Stefan wouldn't survive this. So he turned around, smiling.

''What are you saying Klaus? I have never disobeyed before, have I?'' Without any emotion left he let them take him away.

End flashback

With a deep air swallowing Damon shoot up in fear, wide awake. Stefan looked at him uncomfortable and murmured something under his breath before he manned up.

"Sorry I didn't mean to scare you.'' He held up a blanked. "I trough.. maybe your cold and... yeah.. well.. just take it." Quickly he gave the blanked to Damon. He wanted to leave but then he saw the bottle whisky standing there in all his glory and the pieces glass on the ground. ''Oh.'' He messaged his temple and sat down next to Damon on the cough. "Your just here and your already destroying pa's his stuff." He laughed ironic. ''He always said you will be is dead someday.''

For the first time in years Stefan heard is big brother laugh. For real this time, not the fake laugh he used when they where little children. Suddenly it stopped again.
Whipped clean of any emotion Damon looked at his little brother.

''If dad dies, he will die by his own hands.. not mines.'' His voice sounded cold.

Stefan grimaced at that. ''Why are you here Damon?'' He signed. ''And I mean the real reason.''

Damon held up his shoulders. ''I already told you I didn't want to miss your first day of school.''

There was a short silence after that. Stefan was staring at Damon like he got three heads. He opened his mouth to say something and closed it immediately again.

''Uhh..'' For a second he was lost for words. ''The years is already over..'' He swallowed painful. What for game was Damon playing?

The little color in Damon's face faded away. His breathing became quicker, more irregular. Without thinking Stefan grabbed his shoulders. He felt how his brother stiffed under his tough and how he flinched. As if he was terrified that Stefan would attack him. Immediately Stefan let go of him and murmured sorry under his breath.

"Your okay? Deem?" It stayed still while Damon calmed himself down.

"Of course I'm fine.'' he told Stefan dull. "Why wouldn't I be okay?"

Stefan held up his shoulders in confusion. ''I don't know maybe because you just got an panic attack.'' He shook his head. ''He don't get a panic attack just like that, Deem. What happened?'' He watched as Damon stood up, shivering like it was null degrees outside.

"I didn't have a panic attack and nothing happened." Damon grabbed the bottle of whisky again and swallowed the whole bottle in once. "And since when do you call me Deem?" Curious he looked at Stefan, who walked up to him and grabbed the bottle out of his hand, disappointed.

"Since always."

''Since always.'' mocked Damon his little brother. "If I remember correctly little brother you stopped when father came back living with us."

Stefan bitten his underlip while he cleaned up the bottle. Damon smirked deeply. ''Yea.. Yeah.. you don't have to tell me, little bro.'' He waved his hand. ''I know you love me deep within.'' Stefan signed.

"I hated you, Damon." He whispered. ''I really do.'' Damon only rolled his eyes. ''You went away! I came home to have dad telling me that you had picked up your stuff and just had left me. You went without saying goodbye.. you just left...'' Tears where rolling down his face. "And for years you didn't call me or let me know you where still alive.. even dad trough you where dad. And then out of the blur your standing for my door. I hated you Damon and maybe I still do." Angry he wiped the tears away. "Where is Katherine?" Again he watched the color in Damon's face fading away.

Damon just shook his head and swallowed difficult. "I don't know."

Stefan coughed in disbelieve. ''You don't know? Whats that supposed to mean?'' Years ago when Damon had just met Katherine they where always together. Even when Damon had to make sure everything was running and the whole house got enough to eat it was Katherine who stood next to him, smiling.

"Mm. I think you did hear it perfectly." He smirked sadistically. "She left me behind to rot and I don't care." Without giving Stefan one look he stood up. "I'm out of a walk." And before Stefan could stop him, Damon was gone outside.

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