Wow, you don't have any idea how happy you make me guys. I'm just finished with work and I saw all these reviews and felt so loved. Thank you so very much!
Before I start I want to say sorry for all my mistakes. In writing or in grammatical. I know I make them but when I'm writing I just don't see them. Like when I want to write 'dead' and I write 'dad' My spelling control don't tell me I have writing it wrong.. and I don't see it. I just see it hours later.. so sorry for my mistakes.

And there will be more flashbacks about Klaus and ect. They things what has happened when they where younger will be told in flashbacks, just like the things what happened with Damon.. everything will be told C:

Again thank you so freaking much for reviewing! And enjoy - it's a little shorter then before...

It toke a quarter of an hour before Stefan finally had cleaned every piece of glass from the ground and the smell of whisky had leaved the floor covering. His head felt like lead and it was just like his brains was switched with a thick sort mud. His cheeks were shining with dried up tears. Behind him the clock strike nine o 'clock. A half hour ago he had called his father to let him know Damon was alive. The worst of all was the knowing it toke with it. The knowing that Damon really had left him. Before he could have make up stories about that Damon had been in this accident. And when he wanted to call him to fix the bond between the two of them, he had died. That he never got the change to call Stefan to tell him that he loved him and missed him so damn much. That he loved his little brother. But now its different. For Stefan this means that it had been Damon's choice. And Damon hadn't wanted to keep contact with in. Angry he trowed the towel, which he was using to clean up, in the corner of the room. His father had promised him to come as quick he could. Stefan closed his eyes and messaged his temple, again. He got this feeling that something wasn't alright and something told him it had something to with Damon. He tried to shake the feeling of him when he walked upstairs. In silence he lied down next to Elena and wrapped his arms around her.

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A grayish crow crowed to his ally's en tried to chase them away by hitting them with his wings. Fascinated stared Damon at the crow while he tried to get free of the hold of the others. In silence he trough back at the time when he didn't could take freedom for granted. His trough was pull back to the park where he was sitting in when someone came sit next to him. The man was wearing a black shirt and a baggy jeans. He smelled of a mix from tobacco, alcohol and mint sweet deodorant. His face was slightly unshaven. And his black hair was shorter then Damon could remember. On his face he was wearing a grimace while he kept staring at Damon.

Damon smirked at the man while he winked to the older man next to him. ''Saltzman.'' he greeted.

The man shook his head in amusement. ''Damon Salvatore.. the rumors went around that you were dead.'' Damon held up his shoulders.

''Ah well, you know what rumors are like.. people like to exaggerate a bit.''

Alaric shook his head smirking. He toke with his left hand a package of cigarettes out of his pocket. Without any trouble he putted one on. Polite he offered Damon also a cigarette bus he shook his head, no. Alaric held op his shoulder and toke a smoke.

''You didn't change a bit, did you?''

Damon's smirk became wider. "I know, I know, I'm just terrific." A silence started while Alaric, stared at Damon full of concern. Before Damon had disappeared from the earth, they had been best friends. Drink-buddy's like Damon used to call them. You would almost forget that Alaric was his history teacher.

"What are going to do know?"

I seemed that Damon would ignore him for a moment when Damon kept staring forwards. But nothing was lesser true. "I don't know, man."

"Why are you here, Damon?" Again he toke a smoke of is cigarette. "I know you Damon, you wouldn't leave to come back later. And if I remember correctly you where planning to start a life with Kath-.''

"Shut up." His voice was cold, emotionless.

"Come on, yesterday I still trough you were dead..." He swallowed difficult. ''For moths I trough my best friend was dead, don't you think I deserve to know what happened?'' Amazed he looked up when he heard Damon laugh.

"It doesn't matter where I have been or what happened, Saltzman." Without saying another word Damon stood up. ''I'm back and better then I ever been.'' With a wink he turned around and without waiting for an answer he walked away.

This is this.. Well if you got any tips or comments please tell me!