Author's note: At the beginning I considered this story already to be complete, but I was so happy that some of you liked it (thank you for your nice reviews :-)), and since there was a request for an update, I thought I should write a short second and final chapter and let the brothers do some talking. Enjoy!

-Chapter II-

Damon spent most of the day sleeping, but when he was awake, he couldn't stop to think about the fact that Stefan and Elena had saved him twice yesterday. Somewhere along the way they had actually decided that he was worth saving. And he was really thankful for that.

The sun had already begun to set when he finally got up and padded into his bathroom. He tossed his jeans, socks and underwear aside and immediately felt better when the hot water touched his skin. When he had finished, he put on some black sweatpants and a white shirt and was about to fall back onto his bed again, when he heard Stefan downstairs. Elena had left around noon after Jenna had told her on the phone that John had moved out again and apparently left town.

"God, for a vampire I'm really pathetic." he sighed and headed for the door.

Slowly he descended the stairs and sauntered into the living room. Stefan looked up from the book that he was reading and examined his brother quietly.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

Damon nodded. "You know I'm not good at this, but I want to thank you for saving me."

"You're welcome. I know, although you're probably going to deny it, you would have done the same for me. You already saved me from those vampires and helped me, when I was craving for human blood. I know that you have changed and I'm glad. That gives me the hope to believe that one day we can be friends again."

Damon looked quizzically at him. "Do you want this?"

"Don't you remember how it was before you were sent into the war and before Katherine showed up? We did everything together, we were not only brothers but friends."

"But trying to be friends again doesn't mean we have to fall into each others arms right now and start crying, does it?"

Stefan laughed. "No, don't worry, that would probably be a little over the top. But we could reconsider it in maybe two or three years."

"And until then? Do you want to start playing football again?" Damon inquired somewhat amused by the mere thought of it.

"Why not, it's always been fun."

"We could get drunk, that's fun too."

"You are impossible. Think of something else, we could go hiking, biking, fishing or something else like that."

"Fishing? Stefan, seriously?"

"Okay, maybe we should forget about that, but you know what I mean."

They kept talking and bantering like that for quite some time, both of them really enjoying it.

Eventually Damon started to yawn and decided to go back to bed.

"Do you need me to carry you like I did yesterday?" Stefan joked knowing that he could annoy Damon by mentioning it.

Damon frowned, but in his blue eyes one could see the slightest twinkle of pure amusement. "Admit it, you only did that to embarrass me in front of Elena. If you had woken me up I would have been perfectly capable of walking upstairs by myself."

With that he left the living room and went upstairs. Stefan shook disbelievingly his head and sighed. They had decided to go to Italy over the summer, for two weeks just the two of them and for another two weeks together with Elena. Stefan was sure that she would be thrilled and so was he. For the first time in almost a century he was really glad to be a vampire, because that meant there was still enough time for him to catch up on everything with his brother and compensate all the years they had spent hating one another.