He was a tortured soul. She was fire.
Together, they painted towns red. Even to other vampires, they were like a walking nightmare. They didn't care who or what – they just wanted to feed, and God help the poor souls who get in the way of that.
On the upside, though, at least they looked hot while doing it.
"Elena."
He said her name like it was something sacred. Although Stefan felt nothing for her, he almost wished he could. How would it feel to be loved by someone so beautiful?
"Are you coming?"
Elena turned towards him.
"Is there a reason why you're trying to rush me?" she asked, her dark eyes following the way his arms moved as they folded across his chest.
"We don't have all night."
Sighing, she stepped out of the car.
"Do you ever get tired of being a buzz kill, Stefan?"
He rolled his eyes and ushered her past him. They entered the building and headed up the stairs, bickering as they did so. The place reeked of alcohol; walls shook and there were so many sounds hitting them all at once that nothing was really coherent.
"Great choice," Elena said dryly.
Stefan pursed his lips. "Now who's being a buzz kill?"
"Still you."
She approached the door to the apartment, tossing her hair over her shoulder and smoothing out her skirt before giving it a knock.
It swung open almost immediately, revealing a guy in a football jersey who was obviously wasted and had some kind of foamy liquid rolling off of his chin.
Wonderful.
Elena flashed a smile. "We heard there was a party."
The guy nodded and stumbled as he moved aside. "Yeah, come on in!"
Stefan and Elena shoved their way into the crowd, hand-in-hand. There wasn't one person not dancing or sloppily throwing back shots. This was the kind of environment that Elena thrived in – well, without her humanity, anyway.
Stefan hated the formalities. He'd rather just skip straight to the part where they got to eat. After all, that was kind of the whole point.
He watched from the sidelines as Elena danced, checking his watch every few minutes. Stefan could barely control his urge to feed, but he had to wait.
After what seemed like hours, Elena finally caught his eye and gave him a small nod before sinking her teeth into the person closest to her.
The whole place looked like the set of a Slasher film when they were done. Carpet that was once white was stained red with blood, as were most of the walls. Like usual, Stefan could remember none of it but reveled in the rush of adrenaline that he was feeling.
"Stefan?"
The corner of his lips turned up at the sound of her voice.
She was in front of him now, her slightly curled hair beginning to fall straight from being weighed down by blood.
Elena raised a hand to his face, running her thumb along his bottom lip.
"You almost make me want to feel something," she said.
Stefan pressed his forehead against hers.
"Should I consider myself lucky, then?"
She shook her head as she leaned in to kiss him.
"No."