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Chapter 6: Who I Used to be

Being pulled toward the back of the school Damon Gilbert felt a sense of dread as Stefan Salvatore kept a firm hold on his arm. Elena Salvatore was on his right side. Somehow he expected her to be making quips about creepy threesomes behind the bleachers but she was unnaturally quiet as she walked along at a human pace. She looked as uncomfortable as Damon felt, her posture was stiff as she held open the door for them to walk outside.

"What's going on, Stefan?" Asked the minute they were all out of the ear shot of any nosy teenagers.

Without answering Elena grabbed him by the shirt collar. "Who are you?" She snarled.

Stefan looked away frowning. "Maybe I should remove the compulsion before we interrogate him, Lena."

Letting go off Damon, Elena took a few steps back. "Whatever makes you happy, baby brother."

Stepping in front of a fearful Damon, Stefan looked into Damon's eyes. "Hello, there Damon."

"Hello." Damon said.

"Do you know who I am?" Stefan asked slowly.

Feeling groggy Damon looked back at Stefan, his eyes glazing over. "You're Stefan Salvatore."

"Yes. And who is that?" Stefan asked pointing at an uninterested Elena.

"That's Elena Salvatore." Damon said looking at Elena.

"Okay. Damon, I need you to look at me and focus on what I'm telling you." Damon's gaze traveled back to Stefan's. "I want you to remember everything I compelled you to forget. Alright?"

"Alright." Damon began to have so many memories flood back to him that he had to take a step back. Groaning he placed a hand on either side of his head. "Ow. Oh, God. Ow." It took Damon several minutes to recover but when he did he was furious. "You little bastard. You are lucky I don't have a stake because you would regret compelling me." Damon snarled at Stefan.

Looking up from inspecting her fingernails Elena cocked her head to the side. "What the hell is going on?" She snapped at Stefan looking at Damon who was still growling.

Damon turned to her. "Elena?" He was confused as he looked at Elena. She was Elena but she was not Elena. The black leather jacket and tight black jeans were more… Katherine. Actually, they were more… him…

Licking his lips Damon tried to calm himself. Elena walked slowly toward him and Damon stood up straight as she began to circle him. "Damon." She placed a hand on his chest sliding it downward. He grabbed it suddenly before it could move too low. His gaze moved to Stefan who was impassive.

It was odd to see Stefan not show any sign of jealously as Elena placed her other hand on Damon's cheek to move his face to look at her. "Hi, Damon." Her eyes darkened and her teeth extended.

When she leaned forward to bite him Damon jerked backward. "Shit. What are you doing? How did this happen to you?" His thoughts were spiraling. Yes, he had made threats about turning Elena into a vampire but he did not believe that Stefan would allow this to happen.

Shaking her head Elena's fangs retracted. "Are you for real?" She stared into Damon's eyes. "Who are you?"

"I'm Damon Salvatore." Damon replied and Elena had to bite back a laugh.

"Who am I?" Elena asked.

"You're Elena Gilbert. Or you would be if we were in my world." Damon replied.

"Oh, and what is your world like?"

"Stefan is my brother. You're his girlfriend. I have to find Katherine. She's my true love and you're her doppelgänger." Damon said.

Frowning, Elena stepped backward. Damon began to shake his head. "Would you stop compelling me, damn it?" Growling Damon took a few steps away from them. He hated this world more and more each minute. Then something came back to him that made him smile. "I had sex with you."

Stefan turned to stare at his sister who shrugged. "What?" Elena said avoiding Stefan's stare.

"Unbelievable." Stefan ground out throwing his hands up and pushing them into his hair.

"That's not the important part." Elena snapped at her brother. "The important part of this would be that our friend here believes he is from an alternate universe."

"And?" Stefan snapped back.

"Well, someone else must have compelled him to think that. Or he's crazy. Come here, Damon. I want to find out if you're crazy."

Damon rolled his eyes. "If I were crazy do you honestly think I would know that I was crazy?"

Thinking about that Elena frowned. "Your point is?"

"Jesus." Damon rolled his eyes. "You know Elena Gilbert was stubborn and annoying but she wasn't stupid." The words slipped out before Damon had fully thought out what he was saying. It was like he was flying as his body hit the ground with enough force to knock the wind out him.

"Elena." Stefan yelled looking at the body of the unconscious teenage boy. Well, the boy who was supposed to be a teenager. Whether the sprit within the body indeed belonged to Damon Gilbert was debatable. He watched his sister glare at Damon.

"Impertinent brat." Elena seethed. "I should have had him for a snack. I don't know why I'm wasting my time." She stalked away before she ended up snapping Damon's neck. He had said some interesting things but she would much rather hear them out of the mouth of whoever had compelled him before she ripped their heads off.

"Damon. Damon, come on, man. Wake up." Stefan called looking down at Damon.

Damon's eyelids began to flutter open slowly. "Stef?" He reached behind him and found that his head was bleeding.

Stefan turned around quickly. "Stef. Ste-fan." Damon growled. "I need your help, brother."

Turning around slowly to look at Damon, Stefan was using all of his restraint to not sink his fangs into the Gilbert boy's neck. "Okay." Holding his wrist to his mouth he sank his fangs in and then held his wrist out to the teenager.

Leaning forward Damon took the man who was and was not his brother's wrist. He drank deeply before Stefan pulled his wrist away. "Feel better?" Stefan asked rolling his sleeve down.

Damon nodded. "Much. Thanks, Stef. You know you've always been my hero, right?" Damon smirked at the look on Stefan's face.

Trying to hide his amusement Stefan coughed. "You know you should watch what you say around Lena. She has a wicked temper."

"Tell me about it." Damon grinned and then grimaced at the memory of being hurled a yard away. "Is she always like that?"

Shrugging Stefan stood up. He held out a hand to Damon and pulled the boy to his feet. "Sometimes. Most of time she's worse."

"You're kidding?" Damon's eyebrows rose. He was used to Elena's temper but this version of Elena had no restraint.

"Nope." Stefan said. "She's pretty much crazy all the time. She's my sister but that doesn't mean I have to condone her actions."

"Yes, far be it for Saint Stefan to not tread the straight and narrow. Even in crazy alternate universe land." Damon shook his head.

"Saint Stefan?" Laughing Stefan shook his head. "And you act like I'm so much like your brother. If I were, you wouldn't think I was much of a saint."

Stepping in front of Stefan Damon looked at the man who should be his little brother in the eye. "Yes, I do know you. Maybe you grew up with Elena as your sister and you have no memory of me as your brother but at your core you're still Stefan. Therefore you are all martyry and judgmental and I will have to kick your ass at some point. But, because you are my brother or at least you're a version of him I will extend the same love I have for him to you. That includes kicking your ass when you go too far down the moral high road for your own good."

"Oh, okay. Whatever you say, Damon… Salvatore." Stefan shook his head grinning.

"This is the beginning of a long, beautiful bromance my friend." Damon chuckled wrapping an arm around Stefan. "Now, do you think your sister will have dinner with me on Friday night?"

"What about Caroline?" Stefan asked stopping in his tracts.

"What about Blondie?" Damon looked confused.

"She's your girlfriend. Actually she's Damon Gilbert's girlfriend," Stefan explained his eyebrows knitting together.

Damon's eyes widened. "Me and Blondie? Really. What is alter me thinking? This has got to stop as soon as possible."

"Well, good luck with that." Stefan said walking backwards and then hurrying away.

A pair of hands came up and went over Damon's eyes. "Hey there, D. Guess who?"

Shuddering inwardly Damon tried to not let his annoyance creep into his voice. "Blondie."

Turning around Damon faced a pouting Caroline. "What was that? You know I don't like that nickname?"

Damon shrugged. "Sorry, got to go."

Her jaw dropping, Caroline watched as her boyfriend and best friend walked away from her like she was a mere acquaintance. "Damon." She shouted. "Damon, where are you going?" She shouted until her voice grew rough from shouting.

Damon would never just walk away from her without so much as word about what was going on. She had seen him talking to Stefan Salvatore. Maybe Stefan knew what was going on. One thing was sure Caroline was not going to sit back and watch her relationship implode without an explanation. With that in mind she headed for her car intending to go to the Salvatore Boarding house for some answers.

I hope this chapter wasn't confusing because sometimes I have a hard time saying Damon S. or Damon G. Which is which?

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