Stefan walked into his and Elena's room at just gone half past five in the morning, unable to sleep any longer without her body beside him. Of course that sounded seriously selfish, upon thinking this Stefan shuddered, dreading how much like Damen he sounded.

He rubbed his eyes and then blinked again when his gaze fell upon the bed, the sheets were tossed and the lamp was on beside it, but most startlingly of all...

Elena wasn't in it.

Stefan spun to yell at his brother, blood beating furiously and a growl rising in his throat as all manner of thoughts raced through his mind as to what could have happened to his future wife.

Then the bathroom door opened and Elena walked out, wearing one of his T-shirts and nothing else. She smiled and walked over to him, wrapping her arms round his neck, bringing her lips gently to his as she said good morning.

He kissed her back, although his whole body language told her just how confused he was.

She smiled, "Twenty four hour flu. You can Google it..."

"but you were so sick, what happened?" He demanded anxiously.

"I got better, Stefan it's okay." She started to say but Damen walked out of his room and glanced at his brother, mouthing the words, 'game on.'

Stefan snarled and gently moved Elena out of his grip, the flinging himself down the stairs and on top of Damen.

The brothers thrashed around on the floor, Elena screaming at them to stop until they finally flew apart, Stefan glaring balefully at his brother, Damen shaking his head.

"I didn't do it Stefan..."

"Then who did?" Stefan demanded.

Damen shook his head, "I don't know."

"Well start thinking!" The younger brother snarled and slammed into his sibling, pinning him up against the wall.

"Stefan what's going on?" Elena demanded, upset at seeing her fiancée this upset.

"He gave you his blood, didn't you... you gave it to her so she would heal." Stefan snarled.

Damen sighed and nodded, regretting it almost instantly when Stefan roared and through him across the room, slamming into the wall with an resounding crack.

"It wasn't me." Damen gasped when he stood up, Elena ran to Stefan, wrapping her arms around him, not that she could restrain him if she wanted to, but she knew he wouldn't act irrationally if she was next to him, holding him close.

"You shouldn't have made that decision Damen; she's in more danger now than she was before." Stefan snarled.

Elena touched his cheek to calm him, he looked at her anxiously.

"If Damen said he didn't do it I believe him." She whispered, "And so should you."

Stefan looked deep into her eyes momentarily, searching for any sign of falseness, but he saw only trust and longing there.

He sighed and straightened up, glaring at his brother.

"Okay then, if I can't be and about you giving her blood, why weren't you present when it happened, I told you o watch her, you told me you'd watch her..."

Damen through his hands up defensively, "I needed a bathroom break."

Stefan shut his eyes, "perfect." He hissed.

"Katherine." Elena gasped.

Stefan pulled her to him, holding her as she whimpered, not really sobbing, just remembering all the times Katherine had tried to hurt her, hurt Stefan and Damen, she was dangerous, no mistake.

And she scared her.
"It ahs to be her, and so close to the wedding, we only get a few guesses as to what she's up to." Damen said.

Stefan nodded and whispered to his fiancée, "I'll be okay."

"We should move, seriously." Damen said and left, Stefan glared after him, before turning his attention back to the girl in his arms.

He sighed and closed his eyes, burying his face in her hair.

He wanted Katherine gone, for good.

And no ounce of him doubted it now.