All My Love, Stefan

What happens when Damon and Elena go searching for Stefan who is constantly on a change of location with his "master" Klaus? Stefan keeps the two things in mind that keep him from fully entering the dark side, his true love and his brother. As time goes by and letters turn to e-mails Elena reveals an overwhelming truth that forces Stefan to cut her off from him completely, and considers to fully indulge in his true nature…

Will Elena find him? And if she does will his heart be unfixable? Or will he do something he might regret?

I inhaled quietly as I scribbled on the paper. Klaus had gone out for a while, leaving me alone in the expensive hotel. The destination was Paris, though tomorrow we planned on catching a flight to Italy. In a sick, twisted sort of way I was excited about re-visiting my ancestor's home, exploring the roots of the Salvatore family. The idea of being in the City of Love without the women I love pained me. It had been almost a month since my departure from Mystic Falls leaving Elena and my brother. Klaus knew I wasn't going to run off. So every time he was gone I would attempt to write a letter to Elena, explaining to her why I left. I sat there clicking the pen. This was my fourth attempt at finding the right words. So I started by saying;

Dear Elena,

I honestly don't know why it has taken this long for me to write you. I suppose it's just too risky but I'm willing to be risky when it comes to you. I'm writing this uncertain of what to say exactly, so I'll start with this. I love you.

All my love, Stefan

It was vague, short and full of helplessness on both behalf's. The only thing I worried about is when, or if, Elena would reply and how I would get it. I needed assistance if I was going to make this work. I thought suddenly washed upon the surface of my brain. I folded the letter up and slipped it perfectly into the envelope. I walked to the elevator cautiously looking before I turned every corner just in case Klaus would arrive early. Finally I arrived in the lobby. I scanned the room, looking for an appropriate human I would control. The overwhelming feeling of guilt and shame flushed through my body as to what I had become. I was still me of course, only instead of being a committed good vampire I was forced to indulge in my nature…it terrified me. But I had to keep the reason why I was here. I was here because I owed it to Damon. I finally saw a young boy carrying in luggage for an elderly couple. He was about 21 and clearly unappreciated within the hotel staff. I approached him when he let out a puff of oxygen, letting the bags fall from his hands. He was a handsome fellow, with natural blond hair and blue eyes that reminded me of my brothers and, the fact that he looked a lot older than 21 didn't sub side my mind as I put on my best smile.

"Hello…Do you speak English?" I asked. The boy simply raised an eyebrow whilst rolling his eyes.
"Yeah I do thanks" He said, putting on a clearly fake smile and stretching his fingers. It was late, so I ignored his pissed off, groggy mood. The boy spoke with a deep American accent. I had picked well. I told him about a "problem" in my room and asked him if he would be willing to help. He nodded and without saying anything made his way to the elevator, smiling at other guests on our way. The elevator was empty which is when I made my move. I lifted my hand to his shoulder and starred deeply into his sharp blue eyes.

"What's your name?" I asked. I was in, when his mouth parted and his pupils shrunk.
"Michael Thomas Jones" I picked up on his Southern accent and assumed he was from Texas as he spoke his full name. I nodded pleased at his cooperation.
"Okay Michael, my name is Stefan Salvatore. Now Michael I need you to help me with something. I have a letter and I want you to go, right now and post it. When you return come straight to me. I'll be awaiting more instructions"
"Why do you need me to post it?" He asked, still under my compulsion. I sighed. I didn't want to be rough, so instead of telling him he just had to I said;
"Michael do you have a brother or… a girlfriend?" I whispered. Michael nodded robotically. "Do they live here in France or are they back home?" I asked a little louder.

"My wife is back home with my daughter Holly" He replied. I suddenly felt for this poor guy. He had a wife and daughter but he was out here in France? I wanted to know why, I wanted to know him. But there would be time for bonding between us later. For now I would just have him do this.

"Well, this letter is to the girl I love who lives back home. So I think you'll understand how important it is that you post it now?" I asked. He nodded. I removed the compulsion, handing him the letter. He slipped it into his blazer pocket and before I knew it the elevator doors were open. Michael smiled before removing himself from the elevator and heading for the stairs. He would go back down, post the letter then come back to me. It was a fact. I entered the room again, my chest aching as I thought, as I often do, about what Elena is up to at the moment…

I was lazing about in the Salvatore House as I usually did, dwelling on the fact that Stefan wasn't here to nag me about skipping school and not eating properly. Occasionally Damon would come in and try to create small talk, but everything with him and I had just gotten awkward since we kissed the night he was cured. We never really talked about it afterwards. He tried, but I just wallowed in guilt. I had basically done what Katherine had done. I played them in a way. I kissed Damon. Why would I do such a dumb thing like that? I knew there was a possibility that Stefan would not come back, that he could even die. But instead of worrying about him I was snuggling up and making out with his brother. I was so disgusted in myself. Caroline often came around to check on me and ask if there was any news. I couldn't help but feel she still had a little crush on Stefan, but when she revealed that she and Tyler Lockwood are an item I let the idea slip from my mind and continued to sit in my grief and pain. My skin wasn't its glowing self due to lack of sun. My body had grown weak. Sometimes I felt like half of me has run off somewhere, maybe even with Stefan.

It wasn't until a month after Stefan's departure I decided to do something about it. I couldn't just sit here whilst my true love was off doing gods know what to god knows who. I couldn't do it alone though, and that was the catch. I needed someone, the only other person who needed Stefan back just as much as I did. I walked into the parlour of the Salvatore house to find Damon sitting opposite the fire place with a small, crystal glass in his hand containing his favourite scotch. I looked at my watch. It was 11:30am. I rolled my eyes at Damon's stupid drinking routine before storming over and planting myself in front of him.

"Can I help you?" He asked without ever glancing at me, just taking a sip of his alcohol.
"I think we should go look for Stefan" Damon stopped what he was doing, finally flickering his eyes over my thinned body whilst gulping down his scotch. He placed the glass on the side table next to him, now standing so we were eye level. I noticed when he does that. He does when he feels looked down on, demeaned.

"We won't be able to find him, Elena. Just stay put okay. He'll come back" He said before strutting away. I inhaled sharply. He was not going to get away with it that easily.

"Funny. He saved your life and you're not willing to go and find him? You owe him Damon"
"No Elena what I owe him is time. Stefan's not stupid. There's always a loophole" He said as he turned around sharply. Determination in his eyes. Damon knew Stefan better than anyone. Maybe even better than me, but this he was wrong about. Stefan is protecting us, and if protecting us means ditching us without any sort of excuse then he would do it. We stood there looking into each others eyes for what seemed like hours, but was only a matter of minutes. An intense atmosphere arose in the empty room. Damon narrowed his eyes slightly. I sighed dramatically.

"It's Stefan, Damon. Do you understand that?" I pushed. Damon rolled his eyes. He was getting angry now.

"Of course I understand Elena he's my brother for crying out loud!" He fumed. I was speechless to his sudden outburst. "Don't sit there and act like you're the only one that misses him, that wishes he was here because you're not. I just don't sit around and let my grief take over my body. Grow up Elena; get on with your life…it's what Stefan would have wanted" He yelled, our faces now inches apart and a vein sticking out of his neck. Tears burnt in my eyes as I gritted my teeth tightly together as Damon's chest throbbing due to his sharp breathing. His features soften when a lone tear glided down my cheek. He sighed, frustrated as he crushed my body towards his letting my soil his t-shirt with tears. I buried my face into his chest whilst grabbing a fistful of his t-shirt. He shushed me, rubbing my back soothingly. I let out helpless whimpers as I let the suffocating pain flush through my lungs and my heart. I, honestly, felt like my head was about to explode with all the pain. Stefan was…Stefan was…I couldn't finish the sentence. I felt Damon's lips brush against my ear whilst his free hand stroked my hair. I sniffled, unwillingly pulling my body away from his. Right now, the need to be comforted was fresh in my being. He smiled softly at me.

"When's the last time you had something to eat?" He whispered as his hands trailed down to my hips. I managed to breathe out a humourless laugh as I swiped a tear from my face.
"I don't know…" I said looking down at the expensive rug we were standing on suddenly feeling slightly ashamed. Damon shook his head and slipped his hand into mine.

"Come on, I'll cook you up something real nice" He said cockily, with a smile Damon lead me to the kitchen were I watched him work like a professional chef to create for me the perfect spaghetti…

I thanked Michael when he returned; making me aware that he had completed his task. I planned on finding out more about him, but I knew better. It was about 1:30am and I knew Klaus would be back soon. So instead I waited. I flicked through the channels, in desperate search of a distraction. A distraction of what Klaus would want me to do when he's back. Sometimes he takes me out and forces me to feed on a human. My acting skills were exceptional when that happens. A real ripper enjoys the kill were his exact words. And if I didn't "enjoy" it he would compel me, or just go straight back to Mystic Falls and bite Damon again. He trusted me…for some strange reason. I was not to question his trust, but be thankful that I have it. This way it will be easier for me to keep in touch with Elena and maybe even Damon. "Ah you're awake. Goodie" the strong English accent sent the hair at the back of my neck in motion as I turned around to see Klaus pouring a sliced blood pack into a small crystal glass. It reminded me of Damon and how possessive he was about his favourite Scotch. I gulped at the site of the blood but kept my calm. It was then I realised the two glasses. I was actually pathetic. The only reason I was hesitant towards it is because of the guilt. But actually, I was still Stefan. It hadn't changed me at all, not like I thought it would. Of course, I craved it. I craved to kill but when I did I just kept myself in mind and made a promise to myself that I would step into the darkness nor indulge in the kill. Klaus sipped his own drink while passing me mine. I raised it, a silent cheers before taking a sip, closing my eyes in ecstasy as the blood burnt down my throat in a soothing, heavenly way. I re-opened my eyes.

"A positive?" I asked Klaus, a grin on my face. Klaus grinned back smugly.

"Your favourite. Thought I'd treat you" He raised an eyebrow before finishing off his blood and wondering into a different room. I too gulped down my blood, continuing to flick through the channels. Finally I found a movie that was bearable to watch. It wasn't long before Klaus called me on his way to the door, throwing orders at me. We were going to the Moulin Rouge to pick out tonight's meal. With a secretly fake evil grin on my face I strutted towards him and followed him outside to a fancy black car. Within fifteen minutes we were outside the sparkling Moulin Rouge…

A/N: So hey guys, hoped you liked the first chapter of 'All My Love, Stefan'. Just a short, nice chapter to start off the story and set the scene and such :) anyways review, favourite etc. Thanks for reading!