Thank you for all your reviews :D I miss Bamon from the books, they should have included this relationship in the show too!

BY THE WAY; The phrases in bold are what's happening inside Damon's head, okay?

The Day It All Ends Part Three - Damon's POV (1):

5:45pm

Cracks were splintering away inside his mind, slowly widening...

Damon sauntered into the corridor. There was a nudging in his brain to react...to something. He couldn't think what.

He saw Bonnie chattering to Elena at the front door, and walked up to them.

"Bonnie! What are you doing here?" The redhead turned to face him. The way she was staring at him made him want to squirm a little. Did he have something on his face?

Reaching up, something wet came off his cheek... "Stefan's blood. It mist have dropped on me when I broke his nose." The way both of them were looking at him gave him the urge to explain himself. "It was self-defence! He practically jumped on me when he thought Elena had become a vampire!"

Something he said seemed to please Bonnie. She turned to Elena "Go to my car and get in. Stay there until I come back, okay?" Elena nodded but Bonnie grabbed her arm "Promise me Elena. No matter what."

"All right! No one seems to trust me these days." She gave Damon a forceful stare, then walked out the house.

"You could at least say 'thank you so much Damon for stopping me becoming a bloodthirsty vampire'!" He called after her.

Pleased, Bonnie turned back to Damon. He stared at her pretty face.

The cracks widened a little bit faster.

She tried to walk past him, but he barred her way. "No-one's allowed in there. Mitsao and Stefan are...talking."

Bonnie gave him an incredulous look "I bet she put that idea in your head. Please let me through Damon."

He shook his head "No."

"Damon, I ha-"

A crash and a choked scream cut her off. Both their heads whipped to the direction of the living room. Shut from the world by a closed door. Bonnie's face looked terrified.

Damon, on the other hand, felt empty. As if...as if soon something will be lost forever, and he had no control over anything. He just left everything to Mitsao. He was her soul mate, as she repeatedly called him - So that made her his, right?

"Damon! Are you listening?" He stared at her blankly. His mind felt so foggy.

"Mitsao is not what she seems, she isn't even a vampire! She's a kitsune, I have no time to describe to you what that is, but just know she is extremely dangerous and -" another crash and someone cried out in agony. Tears poured down her face "and you have to save Stefan!" She stopped for breath.

Save Saint Stefan? Really?

Absent mindedly, he wondered why this girl was somehow important to him, if Mitsy was 'the one'. She constantly told him he needed only her to live, not some fancy redhead, or a lousy brother.

But he'd stuck to his brother since the day they'd become vampires, always threatening him with an eternity of misery, yet always there. So if he'd needed his brother even in his darkest hour, why no longer?

Again, there seemed no explanation in his brain for anything that was happening, he felt completely helpless, like he was hiding behind a wall, like - "Damon!" A slap so hard made him turn in almost a full arc.

And somehow, life was full of blazing colours again. He knew what was happening, how important Bonnie was to him, how important Mitsao was to him, how important - another agonised cry. This time though, it sounded wearied, like it hoped the torture would soon end.

Memories...feelings flashed through his head, memories that had been forcibly suppressed. Earlier, he remembered how proud he'd initially felt when Stefan had finally heeded his advice not to go to the obvious sound - the deceiving kitchen door.

He also felt pleased that his little brother still couldn't beat him. But those feelings had been brought down as soon as he'd felt them. and new foreign ones invaded them, making him hate his brother so much, that he'd held a stake to his chest!

He became worried, what is wrong with me?

He looked down at Bonnie "What do you mean, she's not a vampire? She smells like one."

Bonnie closed her eyes and whispered a quick spell. She opened them, but Damon looked at her blankly, an imitation of earlier.

He was about to ask her what that was for, but she had pushed past him! Wow, that girl had determination.

He swung round and was about to wrench her back, but she'd opened the door and gone in.

Cursing under his breath, he shot in after her...and stared at the utter chaos.

The room looked like a tornado had swept in. Everything breakable had broken.

Damon saw Mitsao's head whip up from behind the sofa and grin at him. She was kneeling over something.

He went to where she was, and saw Stefan lying prone on the floor.

Was that really Stefan?

His read was facing their way, but he almost looked dead. He had lacerations, that were slowly healing, across his face. They almost made him unidentifiable.

"Do you like my handiwork?" Mitsao squealed with delight.

She pointed to what she was doing on Stefan's bare back with claw-like nails. Damon saw the letters 'M-O-N-S' etched into his skin and she was setting to work on a 'T'.

Anger crept silently up on him. What was she doing to him?

"It's to give him a permanent reminder of what he is. You see, I know his feelings. I know what he dreads most, deep in his heart. I know -" It seemed as if she'd just noticed Bonnie now. She squinted. "Who is that? What's she doing?"

Bonnie was muttering something under her breath. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw she was shimmering, and Damon knew what that meant.

But he had eyes only for his brother.

Pieces began to fall.