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Damon POV

"What the hell is he talking about Stefan?" I yelled at him from across the room.

"Elijah, his brother, I killed him." Stefan stated as he sat on the couch right in front of the fire. He sipped his glass of Whiskey down as he spoke gently. "If Klaus wants to play games, then let him play. If he wants to screw with my life, well I'll screw with his."

I sped over to him and grabbed him by his arms as I shoved him off of the couch and to the ground. "What the hell is that suppose to mean, Stefan." I yelled raising my hands above my head, and into the air. "He has Elena, don't you get that? He has her!"

"What does it matter to me if he has her or not? It's not like he can kill her or anything." Stefan said as he started to sit up."

"What does it matter? Huh lets see here, we'll never, NEVER, be able to see her again. With our luck he will torture her or something and then drain the blood from her." I screamed at his face. "So does it matter, brother?"

Stefan got to his feet and started to walk around in circles. "It's not my problem anymore, Damon. I don't care about her anymore."

"Well I do!"

He sped up to me and stood right in front of my face, "What makes her so important, Damon?"

"We…We kissed, alright." I yelled at his face.

Stefan picked me up with one hand to my neck and threw me across the room. "She's mine, don't you get it? My girl, not yours!"

"Well you gave that title up the last time you decided to try and kill her. Oh, and wait, didn't you also treat her like trash and tell her that you didn't want to be with her?" I asked. I could see on his face that he knew exactly what I was talking about. "Where's Elijah?"

His face then grew cold as he replied, "In the cellar."

Stepping away from Stefan, I started to walk toward the door to the cellar. Just as I opened the door, something crashed on my head and I tumbled to the ground with a hard thud. Looking up I could see Stefan standing over me. He then took out a needle and stabbed me with it as my mind started to go fuzzy. Vervain. Stefan then dragged me into the cellar and shut the door. Before he left, I could hear him mutter one last sentence before I was consumed in utter darkness.

"You're not going to ruin my plan, Damon."

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