First of all, this is my second story, so I'm sorry if it's either too corny or too poorly written. I'm doing my best.

I have always wanted to explore more deeply Elena's lack of humanity in the show because I personally think they were just lazy in developing Elena's personality without her humanity and just made her a Katherine 2.0.

And while we are at it, why not? I will be taking a page from Caroline's book. In this story, Elena knows for a fact that Damon is the key to bringing her humanity back...and she can't have that. No humanity Caroline teamed up with no humanity Stefan, well,

No humanity Elena will team up with No humanity Damon.

So in this story, I will be playing Elena as a serial killer and Damon as the cold, black-hearted Augustine vampire he had the potential to be.

And yes, in this story, being an Augustine vampire means you are unintentionally trained to resist pain and to use the most vile, cold-blooded methods to unlive a human.

IF YOU DONT LIKE VIOLENCE AND BLOOD THIS STORY IS NOT FOR YOU.

Prologue

How did they get to this?

How did they manage to go from a pretty acceptable day to one of the worst days in his long 173 years?

Damon had no clue.

Last week, Elena was making him promises of love and happiness and happy endings, and now?

Now all of that was gone.

And it was all his fault.

The irony.

The Salvatore mansion was a battleground, tension thick in the air as Damon, Stefan, and Caroline faced Elena. She stood in the center of the room, her presence commanding, her smirk venomous. Her arms were crossed casually, but her eyes sparkled with dangerous amusement.

"Finally," Elena drawled, her voice laced with mockery. "Took you long enough to show up. Did you rehearse your little intervention on the way here?"

"Elena, stop," Stefan said firmly, his voice steady, though his jaw tightened.

Damon leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, his gaze locked on Elena. "We're not here to play games, Elena. Just tell us what you want."

Her smirk widened. "What I want? Oh, that's easy." She took a slow step toward Damon, her eyes flickering with something darker. "I want you to stop pretending you can save me. None of you can."

Caroline stepped forward, desperation bleeding into her voice. "We can help you, Elena. We've been where you are."

Elena scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Spare me the pity party. I don't need help—I'm free. You're all the ones still shackled by your emotions."

Damon's voice cut through her taunts. "Get to the point, Elena."

Her smile turned razor-sharp, her gaze settling on Caroline. "Your mom. Liz. She's currently tied to a chair in an abandoned house on the other side of town. Sitting next to a gas leak."

The room fell silent, the words sinking in like poison.

Caroline's eyes widened in horror. "No. You're lying."

Elena tilted her head, feigning offense. "Why would I lie about that? Tick-tock, Caroline. She's got about... oh, twenty minutes left before the whole place goes up in flames."

"Where is she?" Stefan demanded, stepping closer to her, his voice sharp and unrelenting.

Elena smiled sweetly, her tone mocking. "I'll tell you. But it's going to cost you."

Caroline's voice broke as she pleaded. "Elena, please—"

"Don't beg," Elena interrupted coldly. "It's pathetic."

Damon's voice was low, dangerous. "What do you want?"

Elena's gaze shifted to him, her smirk softening into something almost tender. She took a step closer, her voice dropping to a near-whisper. "You."

WHAT?

"What?" Damon asked, his tone flat, though his shoulders stiffened.

"I want you to turn it off," Elena said, her words deliberate, her gaze piercing. "Your humanity. Right here, right now."

Stefan stepped between them instantly, his voice full of panic. "Absolutely not."

Elena ignored him, her eyes never leaving Damon. "You're my emotional trigger, Damon. And I'm yours. If you let it go, maybe I will too." She smiled, her voice laced with venom. "Think about it—no guilt, no pain. Just... nothing. Isn't that what you want?"

Damon's lips twitched, his usual smirk fighting to surface, but his eyes betrayed him. They were filled with conflict, the weight of her words pressing down on him.

"Don't listen to her," Stefan said, his voice tight with desperation. "She's trying to manipulate you."

"No," Elena said, stepping closer to Damon, her voice softer now. "I'm offering him peace. Don't you see it, Stefan? He's been drowning in guilt for years. He deserves to be free. You know I'm right."

"Damon, don't do this!" Caroline cried, tears streaming down her face.

Elena tilted her head, her voice softening into a lover's plea. "Do it for me, Damon. I need you to do this for me."

"Elena..." Damon's voice was strained, his resolve wavering as he stared at her.

"Damon!" Stefan shouted, grabbing his brother's arm. "Don't you dare! She's not worth it."

Elena's eyes darkened at Stefan's words. "You don't get to decide what he does. This is his choice." She leaned closer to Damon, her breath warm against his ear. "Be the one who saves me, Damon. Turn it off. Let it all go."

The room seemed to tilt, the air suffocating. Damon clenched his fists, his eyes darting between Elena and Stefan.

"You want the address?" Damon finally said, his voice hollow.

He just hopes his brother has the ability to deal with him, because he lived 60 years without his humanity, and knowing what he's capable of, he fears Mystic Falls won't survive.

Elena's smile widened, victorious. "You know what you have to do."

Stefan's grip tightened on Damon's arm. "Damon, don't. I'm begging you—don't."

Damon turned to his brother, his expression unreadable. "Go save Liz."

"No—" Stefan started, but Damon's eyes flashed dangerously.

"Go!" Damon snapped, his voice sharp enough to cut.

Caroline pulled Stefan toward the door, her voice trembling. "We have to save my mom, Stefan. We don't have a choice."

Stefan hesitated, his gaze lingering on Damon, who stood rigid, his blue eyes filled with a storm of emotions.

"Damon, please," Stefan whispered, his voice breaking.

"Go," Damon repeated, his voice now void of all emotion.

"DON'T YOU DARE TURN IT OFF DAMON! DON'T YOU DARE!"

As Stefan and Caroline blurred out of the room, Elena took a step closer to Damon, her voice almost tender. "It's just us now. Let it all go, Damon."

He closed his eyes, his breath shaky. When he opened them again, they were empty, cold, and lifeless.

"It's off," Damon said, his voice eerily calm.

Elena's smile lit up the room like wildfire. She leaned in, whispering the address in his ear.

Across town, Stefan and Caroline burst into the abandoned house, the overwhelming smell of gas hitting them instantly. The sound of a faint hiss underscored the panic in their movements as they found Liz tied to a chair, unconscious but alive.

"Stefan, hurry!" Caroline cried, fumbling to untie the ropes.

Stefan ripped through them with ease, lifting Liz into his arms.

"The gas!" Caroline shouted, pointing to the sparking wires nearby.

In a blur of motion, they raced out of the house, the explosion erupting behind them. Flames roared into the night, but they were far enough away to escape the blast.

Caroline checked her mother's pulse, relief flooding her as she felt it. "She's alive," she whispered, tears streaming down her face.

Stefan pulled out his phone and dialed Damon, his heart pounding.

Damon answered on the first ring, his tone cold and detached. "Stefan."

"We got her," Stefan said quickly, his voice filled with relief. "Liz is safe. Damon, it's over. You can stop this now. Please tell me you didn't—"

"You didn't call to lecture me, did you, brother?" Damon interrupted, his tone devoid of emotion.

Stefan's stomach dropped. "Damon..."

Elena's voice chimed in the background, light and teasing. "Say hi to Caroline for me. Oh, and tell her Liz says thanks for being so predictable."

"What have you done?" Stefan asked, his voice trembling.

Damon's chuckle was ice-cold. "What I had to. I turned it off, Stefan. You wanted the hero? You're looking at him."

"No," Stefan breathed, shaking his head.

"Damon, please," Stefan tried again, his voice breaking.

But Damon didn't respond. The line went dead, leaving Stefan staring at the phone in disbelief.

Back at the mansion, Damon poured himself a drink as Elena perched on the edge of the table, watching him.

"You're free now," she said, her voice soft and triumphant.

Damon raised his glass, his smirk cold and distant. "To freedom."

Before Damon could finish drinking his drink, Elena pushed him against the counter and gave him a sexy wet kiss.

"How about we celebrate this in my room, handsome?"

He smirked. "Lead the way, princess."

As the two of them went to celebrate, somewhere in Mystic Falls, Stefan and Caroline were already dreading the storm because if they knew that pair too well,

Mystic Falls was about to be painted red.

I already said it but ill say it again

this is not a sweet loving story, this will have a lot of blood, murder and sex to be considered cute.

anyway, thanks for reading and pls review!