The vampire diaries part 1 (The Awakening)

Chapter Fifteen

As soon as he left Elena at her house, Stefan went to the woods. 

He took Old Creek Road, driving under the sullen clouds-through which no patch of sky could be seen,to the place where he had parked on the first day of school.Leaving the car, he tried to retrace his steps exactly to the clearing where he had seen the crow. Hishunter's instincts helped him, recalling the shape of this bush and that knotted root, until he stood in theopen place ringed with ancient oak trees.Here. 

Under this blanket of dingy-brown leaves, some of the rabbit's bones might even remain.Taking a long breath to still himself, to gather his Powers, he cast out a probing, demanding thought.And for the first time since he'd come to Fell's Church, he felt the flicker of a reply. But it seemed faintand wavering, and he could not locate it in space.He sighed and turned around—and stopped dead.Damon stood before him, arms crossed over his chest, lounging against the largest oak tree. He lookedas if he might have been there for hours."So," said Stefan heavily, "it is true. It's been a long time, brother.""Not as long as you think, brother ." Stefan remembered that voice, that velvety, ironical voice. "I've kepttrack of you over the years," Damon said calmly. He flicked a bit of bark from the sleeve of his leatherjacket as casually as he had once arranged his brocade cuffs. 

"But then, you wouldn't know that, wouldyou? Ah, no, your Powers are as weak as ever.""Be careful, Damon," Stefan said softly, dangerously. "Be very careful tonight. I'm not in a tolerantmood.""St. Stefan in a pique? Imagine. You're distressed, I suppose, because of my little excursions into yourterritory. I only did it because I wanted to be close to you. Brothers should be close.""You killed tonight. And you tried to make me think I'd done it.""Are you quite sure you didn't? Perhaps we did it together. Careful!" he said as Stefan stepped towardhim. "My mood is not the most tolerant tonight, either. I only had a wizened little history teacher; you hada pretty girl."The fury inside Stefan coalesced, seeming to focus in one bright burning spot, like a sun inside him."Keep away from Elena," he whispered with such menace that Damon actually tilted his head backslightly. 

"Keep away from her, Damon. I know you've been spying on her, watching her. But no more.Go near her again and you'll regret it.""You always were selfish. Your one fault. Not willing to share anything, are you?" Suddenly, Damon's lipscurved in a singularly beautiful smile. "But fortunately the lovely Elena is more generous. Didn't she tellyou about our little liaisons? Why, the first time we met she almost gave herself to me on the spot.""That's a lie!""Oh, no, dear brother. I never lie about anything important. Or do I mean unimportant? Anyway, yourbeauteous damsel nearly swooned into my arms. I think she likes men in black." As Stefan stared at him,trying to control his breathing, Damon added, almost gently, 

"You're wrong about her, you know. Youthink she's sweet and docile, like Katherine. She isn't. She's not your type at all, my saintly brother. Shehas a spirit and a fire in her that you wouldn't know what to do with.""And you would, I suppose."Damon uncrossed his arms and slowly smiled again. "Oh, yes."Stefan wanted to leap for him, to smash that beautiful, arrogant smile, to tear Damon's throat out. Hesaid, in a barely controlled voice, "You're right about one thing. She's strong. Strong enough to fight youoff. And now that she knows what you really are, she will. All she feels for you now is disgust."Damon's eyebrows lifted. "Does she, now? We'll see about that. Perhaps she'll find that real darkness ismore to her taste than feeble twilight. I, at least, can admit the truth about my nature. 

But I worry aboutyou, little brother. You're looking weak and ill-fed. She's a tease, is she?"Kill him, something in Stefan's mind demanded. Kill him, snap his neck, rip his throat to bloody shreds.But he knew Damon had fed very well tonight. His brother's dark aura was swollen, pulsing, almostshining with the life essence he had taken."Yes, I drank deeply," Damon said pleasantly, as if he knew what was in Stefan's mind. He sighed andran his tongue over his lips in satisfied remembrance. "He was small, but there was a surprising amount ofjuice in him. Not pretty like Elena, and he certainly didn't smell as good. But it's always exhilarating to feelthe new blood singing inside you." Damon breathed expansively, stepping away from the tree and lookingaround. Stefan remembered those graceful movements, too, each gesture controlled and precise. Thecenturies had only refined Damon's natural poise."It makes me feel like doing this," said Damon, moving to a sapling a few yards away.