Kiss Me or Kill Me (Delena)

Chapter 2

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Damon's POV
"Fuck off dude," a teen said at the bar when Damon had thrown him an insult.

"Dude?" Damon asked. "Really? Dude?" He chuckled. The teen stood looking up to Damon in a threatening stance. "You have a death wish, don't you?" Damon took a swig of his beer and a shot before standing.

"I wouldn't," a voice from behind him said. Damon turned seeing a man most likely in his mid thirties. He squinted his eyes at the man. "That's the mayors kid."

"And?" Damon asked.

"He's a minor. The mayor would have your head," the man threw back his head taking a shot.

"Underaged, drinking and trying to pick a fight is what he is. That makes him doing the illegal act which means I can do this and it won't mean a thing," Damon turned and punched the kid square in the nose breaking it. The boy fell to the ground unconscious. Damon looked to the bartender snapping his fingers once and pointing to the kid. "I think this one needs a taxi," he nodded. "Oh and another shot for me and my friend over here," he pointed to the man that warned him.

Opening his mouth to object, the man shook his head and took the shot.

"Thanks," he nodded. Damon took the shot then sat the glass down.

"Yeah, thanks for paying by the way," Damon patted his shoulder standing and walking to the door. He could hear the man chuckle in disgust and mutter "dick", but he kept walking. It was his first night since he had seen his brother in about forty years and met the beautiful Elena. She looked exactly like his love, Katherine which threw him off and brought back emotions... if there were still emotions left inside him. It confused him, and he wanted to know more about Elena and why she looked like Katherine. Is that why Stefan was with her?

About two years ago, he was in New Orleans with Katherine. She had been helping him find his brother after he disappeared about a year before. They had heard from one of his close friends, Slater, who was good at tracking people. He gave Damon the coordinates to where Stefan was spotted last. New Orleans. He wanted to makeup with his brother after driving him off the rails a couple times.

All he wanted was his brother back. Then he would have everything. His girl, his brother, everything. Now, she was gone and he knew his brother had turned her in for money, so Slater had told him.

Searching for his brother for two years had taken a toll on his humanity and hope. One by one his emotions left him leaving nothing but a gaping hole full of carelessness. He had one goal in his life. Find Stefan. Kill Stefan.

Then, out of the blue a week ago a light hit him. Elena's text from Stefan's phone. He chuckled to himself thinking how her name actually means 'shining light'.

He decided it was only fitting to torment him with his girl. An eye for an eye as it is. Damon had to be smart about it though. This is Stefan. The only time he was ever cautious is when Damon is with him.

As he reached the Salvatore house, he took off his jacket hanging it on the coat rack. Seeing Stefan and Elena asleep on the couch cuddling, he took the door slamming it shut.

The two jolted awake.

"Really Damon?" Elena rubbed her eyes.

"Dick," Stefan muttered leaning back against the couch.

"Good evening love birds," Damon smiled taking Elena's hand after she stood and spinning her in a circle causing her to stumble not fully awake yet.

"Stef, you look parched.. would you like someone- er something to drink?" Damon joked making a face due to the fact that Elena didn't know about what they were. "Right I forgot.. not a drinker. He's an alcoholic, 'Lena I'm sure you've noticed something like that by now? He'd probably go around ripping people's heads off if he didn't get a drink," Damon's every word dripped with sarcasm. Stefan glared as Elena rolled her eyes.