"Wait...so your saying...that I'm not...but...how?" Asked Damon thoughtfully
Mean while Stefan felt as if he won the lottery, considering what Damon most have done to him over the years he deserved it.
"I think it would explain a lot about you, Damon." Stefan said, “Why we look nothing, at all, alike. ou why MY parents named me after St. Stephan. And maybe-"
"Are toi sure, Stefan? Are toi absolutely sure?"
"Damon, DNA. tests don't lie."
"How…? Oh, I found some of your hair in a tree. Then I took it to a DNA specialist ,who just happened to be a vampire, and I got mailed the results today."
"I was bored."
"…I could ri-"
"'rip my cœur, coeur out and not think twice about it' how many times are toi going to say that before toi actually do it?"
"So I’m not…" Damon a dit changing the subject.
"Not even related.”Stefan a dit finishing Damon's sentence.
"You’re telling the truth."
"Why wouldn't I, Damon? Oh, I know why, you've been messing with me since I could remember. But I am telling the truth."
"Ok, fine. Is there any thing else I need to know?" asked Damon sensing his "little brother" was holding something back.
"Yes, but that is a surprise, that will be here tomorrow for lunch…umm…you should… toi should go hunting. Not your hunting though my hunting, toi know for animals.”
Perfect, thought Damon, plus people.
“Nobody’s home!” Yelled Damon from behind the door.
“Oh, come on Damon, let me in!”
“No I don’t think so.” a dit Damon.
“What if I a dit I had a surprise for you?” asked the mystery person.
“What if I a dit no?” a dit Damon.
“Oh, don’t be a party pooper. Let me in.”
“Not par the hair on my chiny chin chin.”
“Then I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your door in.” a dit the other person.
"Do it!” yells Damon.
Then there was a faint blowing noise and the door popped open. “I have a key toi know.” a dit Elena as she walked through the door behind the other girl.
“Well hello beautiful.” a dit Damon to the other girl.
“She’s your cousin.” a dit Elena as she walked past him looking for Stefan.
“Oh, hello cousin.” a dit Damon
“Hello. I’m Isabella.”
“Italian?” asked Damon,
“Just my name.” a dit Isabella.
"I see toi two have met....well see ya latter."said stefan.
"so you're just going to leave us?"asked damon.
"yep." answered elena and she and stefan walked out the door after saying good bye and good luck to isabell.
"Well." a dit Damon," we're alone... in a big house...would toi like a tour ou would toi like to help me mess up stefan's room?"
"invasin of privicy...not my thing. i think ill go with the tour."
"suit your self...you hungry? i have football mom in the fridge."
"friut punch. i made it my self."
"i think i'll pass."
"suit your self."
to save time: damon showed isabell the houes saveing stefans room for last and leaveing out most of the basement.
"are toi sure toi dont want to help me make stefans room look plus like a teenagers room?" asked damon as he opened the door for isabell to see stefans rancked room.
"it looks like someone all ready did." a dit isabell
"oh. guess he hasnt cleaned up from last time. ah ha! this should drive him crazy." wispered damon picking up stefans current diarie.
"thats not nice." a dit isabell giveing damon a shot of vervain through his side.
"neather was that."said damon as he fell to the ground.
(i know its long and it will get longer. sorry but at least u wont have to chercher all of the articles to find every thing)