The Third Salvatore (TVD Season 1)

Chapter 32

Hardin

"I don't think I'm gonna allow that."

I turn on my spot. Damon speeds up to me and I speed up to where he was standing. He turns to me, looking ticked off.

"Father? What are you doing in Damon's meat suit?" I mock and walk lazily towards the cellar without giving him another look.

But I let him speed up to me and push me back. Let the kid have his fun.

"Why do you steal so much footage?" I roll my eyes and keep walking.

"We can't let him go. He needs it right now. He is content down there!" He states angrily grabbing my arm.

"Content? Okay. So you mean we should push all blokes with suicidal tendencies down the bridge?" I return.

"So you're a shrink now." He mocks.

"I won't charge you. Free therapy for big brother." I grin and start walking.

"Stop or I'll stake you, brother." He mutters from behind. I sigh and turn to him. He's twirling a wooden stake in his hand. Bloody wanker.

"Why do you even care, Damon? From what I remember, you were trying to expose Stefan using that half-ass vampire chick. I know you both just love back-bitching me," I make a baby face.

"-and I enjoy your attention, but," I look over at him amused. "since when do you care about Stefan, eh?"

He frowns at me. "I'm not in the mood for your Q&As. Get out of the house."

"Alright." I shrug smiling. "But."

"What?" He tilts his head irritated.

"Don't you see it's ever the best for you? With Stefan back to his ways, which Elena clearly despises... lays open the door .. for you?" I smirk.

"I don't-"

"Oh come on, brother. I know you've it bad for this girl. Why not take the opportunity and lend her a shoulder? Let Stefan fuck it." I grin darkly.

Damon laughs loudly. "Nice try. Now get the hell out before I end you."

I shrug and start strolling away. "That's your call, big D. It's just that the sisters talk, you know, about how Elena thinks you've changed for the better and what she feels..." I look up at him and he has a funny look on his face. I smirk internally.

"But, whatever, I'll just go..." I trail off.

"Wait. What she feels? What- what does that mean?" He asks falteringly, smiling weirdly, like he does when he's curious yet trying to act non-committed.

And it brings me the chance I've been looking for.

I speed over to him, turn the stake toward his thigh and pin him to the wooden wardrobe behind him. He hollars.

"Fucking asshole, don't you get don't there, do not! Elena-"

"Damon!"

I turn to see Emma standing at the entrance gasping. She's wearing a lacy night dress that show offs her creamy legs.

"Sweetheart, what are you wearing?" I grin at her. "There are elders present." I gesture at a struggling Damon. She gives me a killer look. I speed to the cellar.

My face collides into a red brick. Cold pain shoots into me but it's gone in an instant. My eyes find Elena standing infront of me, whimpering, holding the brick.

"Hardin, please don't-" I hear Stefan but I'm looking at Elena.

I slap her with the back of my hand. She yells like some fucking lamb and falls on the ground. She pushes herself up and I grab her neck. She chokes and looks at me with hate in her eyes. Stefan shouts at me.

Whenever I look into those eyes, I'm reminded of the bitch. The bitch who played with us. I deny to believe that Elena would be unlike Katherine, that she won't use my brothers, that she won't try to set them against each other.

Seeing her, standing between my brothers, takes me back in time where I would try to reveal Katherine's true face to my brothers. They didn't listen to me, didn't trust me. Thought I was playing games... fools! I still remember the day when Damon barged into Katherine's chamber when she and I were-

"You're going to kill her!" Emma's voice dragged me out of that painful memory. I quickly let Elena go. I don't know what I was going to do to her. I know the repurcussions of killing her. And I can't afford that.

"Until next time." I remove my hands from her neck and move to where Stefan is locked. I break open the door and get inside.

"I'm not leaving." He glares at me. I sigh. Sometimes it feels like he's my little brother.

"Hardin, can we be adults here? Let's talk, okay?" I turn to look at Emma as she grabs my arm and looks at me pleading.

I hear Damon running downstairs. I move Emma aside, grab Elena and shove her inside and she falls.

Damon, meanwhile runs to my face.

"D-Damon, Elena... I didn't mean to man- I only slapped-" I let out my squeaky, scared voice. Emma narrows her eyes at me. Damon looks horrified and runs inside to check up on Elena. She's lying there on the ground unconscious. What the hell? Pathetic.

Anyway I got my chance, so I grab Stefan by his shirt, pull him up from where he's crouching on the floor trying to creep up to Elena.

I pull him away from the room and lock the door on Damon and Elena. Damon realises it. But it's too late. He glares at me from the transom window on the door.

"Why are you so dramatic?" Emma crosses her arms over her chest; my eyes instantly gaze at her creamy-

"You're going to regret this, Hardin." Damon threatens, twisting his ugly face.

"Is it really so bad?" I look from Emma to him. And behind him where Elena is slowly gaining consciousness. Damon turns to her and holds her.

"Exactly." I smirk. Damon narrows his eyes.

"Give me a call once the honeymoon's over." I walk off dragging Stefan with me.

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Hey loves. Sorry for the looooong absence but I'm back. Thank you for the infinite patience and I've been reading and replying to all your comments you all are so kind.

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