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The (Very Long) Day It All Ends Part Two - Stefan's POV (3):

4:30pm:

He didn't think, he just ran in. Not before glimpsing Elena's phone outside, which made his anger come boiling to the surface... He crossed the threshold.

"Elena!" he called quietly, in the vain hope she would be able to hear him. Where could she be? In the cellar, all chained up?

He was aware that he was very much in the lion's den at the moment, and this house, with all its familiarities, felt like a stranger to him.

A door swung creakily open on his right. The kitchen. Lifting his foot to take one step towards it, for the first time in his life he remembered Damon's advice.

Quick as a cheetah he whipped round, but as always, he was just a little too slow for his brother.

A hard force slammed him on the coffee table in the hallway and brandished a sharply filed wooden stake.

"I thought I told you never to set foot in here again."

Stefan had difficulty tearing his eyes away from the deadly weapon held so close to his chest, to look at his brother's face.

Cold. Unforgiving. A stranger's eyes, like the warm humour, sibling affection that he'd seen in the past had been just a dream.

Stefan tried to twist away from that stake and Damon, but the point dug in. Just a little, but it still hurt.

He started taking shallow breaths, fearing that if he breathed deeply or even normally, it would be the death of him.

Funny, the breath he needed to live, could kill him... He didn't feel like laughing.

A shake made him fix his eyes on his brother's.

"Well? Have you got a death wish?"

"You have Elena!" Could Damon have changed beyond the point of no return? Tears came to his eyes at the though of losing his brother forever.

Damon mistook those tears for Elena, and grinned cruelly. "Ah, you would risk your life for your beloved." He tilted his head "As would I."

Stefan didn't want to hear those words, and he knew Damon knew it. Forgetting the stake for a minute, he grabbed Damon's shirt and pulled him closer.

Taken by surprise, the wooden stick went awry and slipped out of Damon's hands. "Damon! Listen to me! Stay away from her! She's stupid, evil..."

It was no use, if possible, Damon's face became colder and Stefan was almost surprised no ice clung to him.

Mitsao's smell was musty around here. Was she with Elena?

Stefan changed his tactic. "I went to her apartment! Yeah, I saw millions of room with names on them, and I met Peter Akroyd! She doesn't love you, she's gonna change you like she did him, you -"

"ENOUGH!"

Stefan went flying through the air to smash into the mirror adorning the wall in the living room. Falling to the floor, shards shattered all around him while he did his best to cover his head. His shirt protected him to some degree, but it soon shredded to long strips, causing some splinters to dig in to his skin.

Pain lanced up, jerking him to a crouched position while he desperately trying to pull out the splinters.

His fingers slipped on the blood flowing around the objects. Wincing, he threw out two, but before he could successfully take the last piece of glass out, he was roughly hauled to his feet.

"You shouldn't have come here. She won't like this..."

Stefan couldn't think over the pain. Why hadn't he told Damon about Bonnie's dream? It seemed essential.

Putting his hands up in a placating gesture, he pleaded with his eyes. He felt like crying all out - he just wanted his brother back!

"Please D-Damon, I just need to tell you of a dream."

His brother opened his mouth but Stefan carried on, saying the words that might break through Mitsao's trance just for a second. "Bonnie's dream!"

Abruptly, Damon let go of him and nodded curtly. Swaying slightly, Stefan described it quickly.

However, he left out the part of Damon being in the room as well, for, in the future, he didn't want his brother to ever feel like he could have done something to save Stefan. The guilt would be worse than dying. Peter was living proof.

He concluded with "So, I need to see Elena, and get her out of here!"

Damon's expression didn't change, but he jerked his head to the sofa. Stefan looked...and his blood froze.

Elena was lying on the sofa, as pale as death, with a trickle of blood running down her chin.

"No..." His breath left his body. Vampire! They'd changed Elena into a bloody vampire! He was going to kill them!

His blood boiled to maximum, and without any reason in his head, he flung himself at his brother, blind with fury.

Hope you guys like the first Stefan/Damon in what seems like a loooong time :P