Brotherly Talk With No Love Damon|Stefan

I sat on my armchair, having a drink of bourbon mixed with some O negative blood. Crystal Waters isn't a bad place, except for the fact that there's an Authority now, and that we can't feed off of Humans, I thought angrily. It's in our nature to feed off of Humans. Why in the hell would you deprive that of the one thing you are? Pam would be over soon, and I don't even think Stefan met her yet. They'll get along just fine, I thought sarcastically. Pam had the same feelings that I have with the "Authority" and all. "Stefan, we need to talk," I said, calling for him. I have actually been nice to the others but that's because of Elena being a Vampire. She's still adapting to it.

My hand flowed with each word I wrote, using unique scripture. Snapping my head up when I heard the voice of my brother calling out to me. Placing my pen on the journal, I sped downstairs to find Damon drinking his alcohol, but I could later smell the faint scent of blood mixed in. "Yes, brother?" I sat on the opposite couch, watching him carefully, trying to read his face.

I sighed and said, after taking a drink, "A Vampire is coming over to meet you. Her name is Pam." I said, actually smiling at Stefan. I don't think I've ever smiled at him, even when I was Human. "She want's us to escort two people to Fangs and Games in town." I said, smiling vaguely. "When we get there, Pam would like us to meet Eric, her Maker." I stated.

I thought for a moment, racking my brain to see if I knew those two names, but eventually came up empty-handed. "Fangs and Games? Is that new?"
My eyebrows shot up when I witnessed the smile on his face. It was alarming, yet...friendly?
"When will this Pam be gracing us with her presence?"

I dashed into the Salvatore Residence with an amused smirk. I heard the two have a conversation. "You're a Vampire in Crystal Waters, but you don't know what the hell Fangs and Games is?" I asked dryly looking at the younger. He must be Stefan Salvatore, I thought. I looked at Damon and said, "I'm guessing he doesn't get out often." I said, then looking at Stefan again.

I smiled at Pam as she entered, and then replied to Stefan, "Obviously, right now," I smiled. I laughed at Pam when she asked me if Stefan got out much. "Not really," I said, taking a drink of my Blood Bourbon.

I inwardly rolled my eyes, hearing a mocking voice come from the front entrance. I looked towards the tall blonde, snickering slightly, "You must be Pam. Pleasure to meet you." I plastered a fake smile onto my face, not even bothering to stick my hand out.
"I haven't been in town much, so no, I haven't seen this Fangs and Games."

"Well, now you know, and now you're a Sheriff just like Damon, congratsI said dryly while I raised an eye brow in disapproval to the young Salvatore. I just have this strong feeling that we're either gonna like each other, or kill each other. I'd rather go with the second option, I thought dryly, lighting a cigarette Damon handed me an ash tray. "Thank you. Now, onto business, even though I hate talking about it, except for when it is a discussion on the Bar. I said, taking a drag of my cancer stick. "Your two people that you're escorting are actually very important." I said, being serious. "If something happens to them, I'll be having your two heads as Athletic Cups, do I make myself clear?" I asked, looking at the two.

I looked at Pam, then at Stefan. Are you serious? Why would you make him Sheriff? I watched on in disbelief, but hid it with my smile. "Now, why are they so important? I thought one was a Human, and one was a Werewolf?" I asked, looking at Pam. I wouldn't mind the Human, but the Werewolf? I already got bit once, and I don't want to end up almost dead again.

My eyes widened slightly at her words. A sheriff? This was new; usually Damon was the one who withheld the authority role. I smirked at Pam, "Oh, what a joy. If one's a werewolf, you can count me out." I glanced towards Damon, knowing that he wouldn't want to do this, especially after that incident with Tyler.

I smiled at them and then looked at the younger Salvatore. "I'm sorry what was that?" I used my Supernatural speed, dashing and pinning Stefan to the ground. "Now, let me tell you something. If they don't come to Fangs and Games, then You along with me and the King meet the True Death, and I don't wanna die anytime soon, and I know you don't either, so you either bring them, or I'll have both of your heads on a fucking platter," I snarled, dashing out the door to the Residence.

I smiled at Pam as she pinned Stefan to the floor. This is better then Television, I thought with a smirk. "Yes. Absolutely," I said, as she dashed out into the sunlight. I gave her and her Vampire friends daylight rings as well. I was surprised that she or the rest of her friends didn't know about them, but she never got along with Witches, I guess. "You're probably wondering why I didn't throw her off of you and kill her," I said, keeping my smirk while taking a drink of my Bourbon.

"I said-" My back hit the ground with quite a force, knocking the unnecessary breath out of me. My eyes were locked on hers as I numbly nodded, a frown carved deeply into my features.
Once she abruptly left, I snickered, staying on the floor to collect myself before sitting up, "It's not like I expected you to help your brother out."

"Don't make me pin you to the floor like Pam did," I spat back at him. "I'm trying to play nice since Elena was turned, so don't give me your bullshit,"I said, standing up out of the chair. "We have to what she says because she's our boss, Stefan. If we don't do what she says, we die."I said bluntly. "I brought us here to get away from the Originals, and because it would help Elena." I said, looking at Stefan. "Katherine has even come here ... for some odd reason," I said, rolling my eyes.

I shook my head in disappointment as I slowly began to walk back towards the couch, a slight limp in my walk, but I quickly hid it from Damon. Any weakness was an advantage point for him.
"Don't remind me." I said through clenched teeth, "I'd rather go back to Mystic Falls than be stuck here with that blonde."

I dashed at him, fangs bared at him, pinning him to the wall. "Don't even think of going back there to that hellhole! If you go, then Elena goes, and she will have a target on her chest! She already has one, I know that, but we don't need to make her Target grow any bigger on her than it already has." I said, throwing Stefan at the other side of the room. "I thought you of all people would know that!" I spat at my younger brother. "We stay here, whether you like it or not." I said, calming down. "I thought mainstreaming was your thing, anyways." I said, taking a swig of my Bourbon, finally finished with it.

I shook my head viciously, "Newborns aren't that hard to control, Damon." I said, speaking of Elena as if she was a stranger. Ever since she turned, I had been blaming myself, not wanting to see her. "I'd rather be in that 'hellhole' with the Originals than here with you!" I spat back, speeding towards him and shoving him into the wall.

I slammed into the wall. Once I regained my focus, I dashed at Stefan grabbing his shoulder, releasing Power on him, making it feel as if he's burning from the inside out like a scorching flame. "Don't. You. Ever. Call. Elena. a. FUCKING. NEWBORN!" I snarled, making the Power flow out to Stefan faster, making the burning even more excruciating. "Well, I'm sorry to hear that," I said dryly, taking his left arm, and breaking it.

Almost immediately I regretted labeling her as a newborn. The pain was excruciating, but all I had to do was bite my bottom lip to keep from screaming. The snapping of my arm could be heard as clear as a bell as I fell to my knees, holding my arm, "Fuck!" I yelled, the pain shooting through me.
Without a moment's hesitation, I jumped to my feet and grabbed the glass vase on the table, smashing it on Damon's head, "Don't you realize that this is all my fault?!"

I snarled at Stefan and said, grabbing him by the throat and lifting him in the air. "Do you realize that I'm trying to tell you that it's not your fault!?" I spat back at him. "Quit blaming yourself for every goddamn thing! Everything is NOT your fault!"

I kept shaking my head, "It is. Everything is my fault! You're like this because of me! Elena is a vampire because of me!" I dropped my gaze, "Everything is my fault."

OH MY GOD! SHUT THE HELL UP!" I said, dashing at him, knocking him out by hitting his head against the wall. "Finally you shut the hell up!" I said to the unconscious Stefan laying on the floor. Went back to my armchair, sitting within the silenced room.

A dull pain shot through me as my head collided with the hall, knocking me fully unconscious. Mere minutes later, and thanks to the blood I had consumed, I cracked my eyes open, not realizing my surroundings at first. Then everything came flooding back to me.
With a heavy growl, I narrowed my eyes towards him, speeding to in front of him and drawing my fist back. Just as my fist was centimeters away, I pulled back and sped upstairs. My head was still sore and temples throbbing as I rested my head against the pillow. The world was still spinning around me as I had a lost look in my eyes, staring up at the ceiling.
I kept thinking back to when our hearts still had a prominent thud. We were actually brothers back then. We fought for each other instead with each other. The heat grew from deep within as I stumbled out of my bed, eyes dark. Speeding downstairs, I bared my fangs, not caring if the person before me was related to me or not.

"Good night." I said, as he went up stairs. I sat on the couch, actually thinking of whether or not being in Elena's life was a good thing or a bad one. I ruined her life by not saving her. Stefan wasn't the only one who felt guilty, and that's what I was trying to tell him in my own way, but he still see through it all. He still did what he does best - blame everything bad on himself.

I tilted my head slightly to the side as the expression on his face. Quite clearly he could not see me, but he might be able to sense me. Knowing better, I drew my fangs back in, smirking wickedly. Something changed after Elena was turned, the humanity slowly began dying just as it did in 1864. Drawing a deep breath in, I sped up upstairs until I was resting on one of the beams, staring down at Damon.
"You know," I called out, "I never unpacked my bags."