SPOV
My phone rang, after Elena fell asleep. I picked it up, it was Edward.
"Hello?"
"Stefan?" He asked.
"You called my phone."
"Alice had another vision." I froze.
"Damon! Get up here!" I yelled, he was by my side in an instant.
"What did she see?" I asked.
"The fight...Is in two days." I looked at Damon, his face held no emotion. He looked from me, to Elena, and then down the hallway where Bella and Jeremy were.
"Okay, thanks for calling, I'll see you tomorrow." I hung up and put the phone down.
Damon hadn't moved, just stood and starred. Then he closed his eyes and sighed.
"We need to talk." He said, then headed for the door. I followed him downstairs and he poured two drinks.
"What?" I asked. He looked at me with pained eyes. I always wondered how he and Bella got blue eyes. Fathers were green and Mothers were Brown.
"What is it?"
"I should have told you before, I don't know how to say it, now...I've only ever told two other people..." He mumbled, drinking his scotch.
"What are going on about?" I asked.
"Our Father wasn't the man you thought he was." He said quietly.
"Damon, I know he killed us, and took Kath- HER- away, but he wasn't that-"
"Yes, he was!" Damon snapped. "He was that bad! He was a horrible man and deserved a much, MUCH, more painful death than what he got. He deserved to suffer."
"Do NOT disrespect him."
"He deserves it!"
"He's our Father!"
"He abused me!" I froze. Damon looked away from me and didn't say anything.
"How...Why...When...You're lieing."
Anger filled his eyes and he pulled his shirt off. There were scars all over him, only visible if you were looking.
"Does it look like I'm lieing, now, Stefan?" He whispered.
"He wouldn't have done it without reason." I whispered back.
"He had a reason, he liked my pain."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"It wouldn't have made a difference." He muttered. He put his shirt back on.
"So...Why didn't you warn me...Before you went to war?"
"He wouldn't have touched you. He liked you. You were his favorite."
"What happened to us, Damon? We used to be best friends." I said. He smiled slightly and shrugged.
"Katherine happened. I wanted her, you had her. She promised to change me, and she changed you, too."
"I'm sorry, Damon." I whispered.
"She didn't care anyway." He said. "But, you're right. We are brothers. And we need to work on that."
I smiled and looked at him.
"Isn't this where we hug?" I asked.
"NO!" He said backing away. "No, no, no."
"Come on, Damon!" I said.
"Fine." He muttered.
I hugged him. It'd been 145 years since I'd last hugged my brother. It was different than it was the last time. He smelled like alchol, leather, and whatever clogune he wore now. He used to just smell like Damon, like dirt, sweat, and sun.
He pushed me away and finished his drink.
"Go to bed, Stefan." He said. "If we make it out of this fight, we'll work on being a family again. You, me, and Bella."
I nodded. "Good night."
"Night."
"I...Love you, brother." I said. He turned and looked at me, then smiled.
"I love you too."
