SPELLBOUND

AUTHOR'S NOTE/DISCLAIMER

Started this because I've gotten writer's block for my Supernatural/One Tree Hill story. This is based on the television version of The Vampire Diaries, which belongs to the CW. The original concept belongs to L.J. Smith. I only own the plot.

"Do it."

"No…I won't."

"Do it."

"No."

"Do as I say."

"No!" Stefan jerked upright in his bed. He panted and ran his fingers through his hair. Just the same dream again. I'm safe. I haven't seen him for fifty years, he thought to himself. There was a rustling.

"Go away, Damon. I'm not in the mood tonight," he sighed.

"Aw, come on little brother. Tell me what's wrong," the other vampire said.

"Weird dream. Probably something I ate," he responded. Stefan's eyes clouded as he got up and got dressed. "Look, I said, I'm not in the mood for your games, so just tell me what you want, and get out," he snapped. Damon let out a dramatic gasp.

"Stefan…I'm shocked and offended. How can you treat me this way? Your own brother?" he asked in mock hurt.

"Damon," the other vampire growled.

"Okay, okay, okay," he relented. "But seriously, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing. I'm going out." Before Damon could say anymore, Stefan walked out. As he walked around the town, Stefan's eyes clouded. The dream came back in flashes: an older vampire along side him, doing things he wouldn't normally do…not being able to fight against him. He shivered. Though it had been fifty years since he had escaped that vampire, Stefan still remembered everything like it was yesterday. He ran his fingers through his hair. He hadn't had that dream for years. Why had it cropped up tonight? Something rustled in the trees. He sighed in annoyance.

"Damon, I told you I'm not in the mood," he growled. The rustling came again.

"Damon," Stefan warned.

"Yeah, I'm not Damon," a voice stated. Stefan froze. He knew that voice.

"No." He turned around a tall man with cropped hair and dressed in rich, expensive clothes stepped into view.