"I will rip you apart Lexi," he spat out spitefully. "I'm already dead," she said cockily.
She shoved the stake in his chest, just beside the spot of his heart.
Her defiant brown eyes bored into his. "You need to get over this," Lexi urged on.
Stefan felt déjà vu hit him. This was just like all the other times. She had kept it up for days, not caring about him hurting. Not listening to his begging and pleading.
She was the one that put up with him, and easily called him out on his bullshit. Unlike everyone else.
"Everytime we went through this. You blew me off, saying 'I don't care'," she said mockingly. He saw a familiar fire in her eyes.
As if she actually believed in him unlike everyone else. That's what made her his best friend.
"Let me go," he growled angrily, struggling ravenously against the confines holding him back. "No! I'm not giving up till I get through, and make you feel," she grounded out.
"Good luck with that!" he spat back spitefully. The stake went in his chest again, causing him to groan in agony.
"Imagine the people! All the ones you feed off of," she growled out angrily. It made her sick to just think about it.
Something hit him hard, he felt something stir inside of him.
He groaned in agony once again. "Doesn't feel so good now does it?" she questioned rhetorically. He nodded his head no in agreement.
"Come on, you're agreeing with me now. That means I'm getting through," Lexi said almost victoriously.
She was right. So soon and she was already getting through.
"Come on Stefan. I know you're in there," she urged, leaning down to his level. "Why do you waste almost all of your time trying to help me?" Stefan questioned lowly, bowing his head.
"Because. I learnt how to control myself. And you were just a cry for help, so I decided to help, and mostly because I care about you," Lexi answered nonchalantly, coming to stand up in the corner.
Keeping her watchful eyes on him.
"Don't give up," she said lowly.
I'm so going to write another Stefan/Lexi story that is better. But anyway hope you enjoy.