A/N: So, I got this request from an anonymous reader on tumblr to write a one shot fanfic about non humanity Elena and rippah Stefan. So, I did...or at least I attempted to write it.
Totally sorry in advance if this sucks! But, I thought I would share it on here anyways. :)
This is based off of what Elena told Stefan in 4x16. "Look at you. Your whole world revolves around me. Maybe you're the one that needs to turn it off."
Losing Yourself- An SE One- Shot
The copper taste of his last victim's blood was still on his lips, laced with the arousing floral perfume scent that was radiating off of Elena's olive colored skin. They fed together. Both recklessly, carelessly and emotionless. Neither of them giving a damn about the screams of the two high school cheerleaders that were scared. However, both of the young blondes had followed them back inside the boarding house, and with a bit of simple compulsion, neither screamed.
"So, this was what you meant when you said that you weren't the only one with your flip switched this town and when you made that comment of knowing to have fun." Elena commented, leaning over the dead body of the girl, all drained of her life, of her blood.
"Yeah, pretty much." Stefan told her, pulling Elena by the wrist and smirking, watching as Elena chucked the girl in her arms and walked over to him instead, a insatiable hunger growing between them. It had been there all day long, this magnetic like force field that was ever so present, more so now than ever before. But, the hunger that rose inside each of their bodies, wasn't from the blood lust...It was something more.
Even for someone who was emotionless and dead, Elena Gilbert without her humanity was like a modified version of Katherine Peirce. Just a little bit more on the bitchier side, however if he looked close enough, he could see the small glimpses of emotions, flicker inside her eyes. Stefan thought to himself as he pulled her near and watched when her eyes flashed something that resembled excitement, or maybe fear even. But then again, he could have cared less because she still had a smudge of blood dripping down her chin, visible on the right side of the corner of her mouth and that's all he craved.
Not her, not the taste of her lips, the feeling of her flesh under his finger tips. Stefan Salvatore, was numb to it all, just as emotionless and cold to feeling anything as she was. Yes, he had taken her advice that day in Damon's bedroom when she told him that he cared too much, that his whole world seemed to revolve around her, too much. So, he did the one thing that would make him feel nothing and still maybe deep down inside of his still beating 'pure' heart, a little bit of something.
He had turned it off, once again becoming the Rippah that Klaus had tried so hard to get back for months now. But, instead of his old 1920's drinking buddy...It was Elena's words that made Stefan realize that he had nothing else to lose, since he had already lost everything he once cared about more than anything, Her. To his brother, Damon.
Everything, all the emotions that made him care for Elena were now a blank slate of nothingness and all Stefan craved was the blood lust to drown himself in until he was so far gone into oblivion that even the screaming or tearing open of arteries from his victims didn't even phase him any longer. Because all he wanted, all he cared about was the blood. The warmth of the crimson fluid running down his throat, the way it soothed the aching in his gums and more so, the taste of it, a mixture of salt and rusting metal..Was all he told himself, that he cared for.
However, when he and Elena locked eyes in the boarding house living room. Her dark brown pools were like a bottomless pit of emptiness and that's when it happened. Stefan leaning into her, pulling her body towards him, his short finger nails digging into her arm and drawing blood as she smirked at him and wrapped her arms around his neck loosely when she spoke.
"What, does this turn you on, the blood on my lips?" She asked, her eyes dancing with desire. If there was one thing about non-humanity Elena, it was this..All she wanted to do was manipulate with sex and in the moment it was working, she was getting her way.
"Ha. Maybe." Stefan commented with a grin, pulling her against him suddenly, listening when she gasped for a breath at their abrupt closeness.
"I thought you told me that I was just like Katherine." She countered, looking around the living room briefly. They were alone, just the two of them because Damon had been working and scheming with Rebekah to find the cure that they now so desperately needed.
"Well, that was when I gave a shit. Besides, emotions are over rated." Stefan shrugged, stepping away from Elena for a moment, pivoting on his heels as he shook his head and spoke. "What, did I hurt your feelings?" He asked in a sarcastic tone, hearing when Elena let out a laugh and quickly sped in front of him, shoving him down onto the ground, far away from their little feeding frenzy from earlier in the day.
"Feelings? You're kidding right? Look, I'm bored and you told me we would be having fun. We have two dead girls on the floor and I really don't want to ruin my appetite with a blood bag. So, how about we go out again and get a few more." Elena whined, hovering over Stefan, both of her legs straddling his waistline as she watched him tried to get up.
"Aha...I never told you to get up..I'm bored and hungry. I was thinking we would have some fun, for a little while." Elena told him, a frown on her face as she bent down and sat on his stomach, smiling as Stefan groaned and lifted up his head to get a better look at her.
"Yeah, I did say that didn't I? Well, We could-." Stefan began to suggest as he felt Elena's warm hands slowly inch underneath his black shirt, causing him to take a sharp intake of breath.
"You read my mind." She smirked, sliding down his body and achingly slowly moving towards his face, wiping the blood off her lips with her fingers. Stefan watched with a wide eyes as Elena took her finger and began to lick the blood from her victim off her. But, Stefan snatched away her hand from her mouth and licked the blood off himself, relishing in the metallic taste.
"Hey! That was my left over's." Elena complained, suddenly feeling pressure upon her, realizing that within an instant, she was laying on the floor. Her back was flat on the ground, breathing staggered as she locked her eyes on Stefan's darkened green gaze. He had flipped them over, he was now the one in control and hovering over her. Elena glanced up and him and saw that his green eyes were glistening wildly like a caged animal.
"Now it's mine. But, I can share." He told her, taunting her with his blood covered lips as Elena hissed at him, anger filling her body when she tried to capture his lips within hers. But, Stefan's quick reflexes pinned her arms down and he grinned widely. "You wanted to have fun...So, let's." Stefan told her smugly, pushing her pink colored shirt up slowly with his rough hands and leaning into her, leaving hot wet kisses against her stomach.
"Stefan..." Elena said through gritted teeth, her voice trailing off as she tried to push herself up and touch him. But, one of his hands ruggedly stopped her movements and she leaned back onto the floor, closing her eyes and feeling when he began to work his way up, loosely letting go of her arms when he moved to her lips and felt her chest raise and fall.
After a few agonizing minutes of torturing Elena with his lips, Stefan moved to her face, locking his gaze on her brown eyes once again, still receiving a vacant stare back as he leaned forward and whispered into her ear, words that made her shudder. "I want to lose myself."
Stefan watched as Elena blinked at him, hearing when she snickered and said in a lust filled tone. "In what?" She asked him, feeling the warmth of his breath wash over her face, the residual odor of blood still lingering in the air around them as she swallowed hard and her eyes fluttered shut when Elena heard Stefan reply, just inches away from her lips.
"In you." Stefan told her with a raspy tone, feeling as Elena's body stiffened under his touch when he leaned into her and finally captured his lips against hers. Elena cried out with pleasure when Stefan bit down on her lower lip and he heard himself moaning into her mouth, kissing her more fiercely as he quenched the craving for blood and desire all within this one emotionless girl.