Stelena Fic: What's the Point of Being Good

This Stelena fic is really just a way for me to get out all my anger over how the beautiful ship Stelena was treated in this show. They deserved so much better.

Note: It will be kinda anti-stelena/anti-elena at first, but that's important to the story.

Stefan sat alone at the Mystic Grill, downing yet another shot. For some reason, he couldn't seem to get buzzed tonight. Which was a very bad thing, since tonight was the night he'd wanted to be drunk more than ever. Earlier that week, he'd broken up with Elena, and there was a sort of finality to it that Stefan couldn't handle. But it was today that he found out that Elena, right after they broke up, went off to go fuck his brother. He thought he deserved more respect than that, and he also thought that Elena owed him more respect than that. After all the messed up shit they'd been through, she went off and fucked his brother. His emotional, temperamental, psychopathic, manipulative brother. What'd he do to deserve this treatment from a woman who had told him countless times that she'd always love him, that'd she'd be with him forever, and all that other bullshit that meant nothing now? Stefan had done some bad things in his life, but what vampire hasn't? When you live forever, it's practically impossible to stay an angel for eternity. And the way that you live, it changes you. I've tried my best to be as good as possible, avoiding human blood and being the best little vampire around. But what good did it do me? Elena fell for my asshole, bad boy of a brother anyway.

And don't get me started on Damon. He's my brother, and that's supposed to mean something! He'll save my life when it comes down to it, but he doesn't give a shit if I'm happy or miserable while I'm living. Or dead, I guess, since I'm technically dead.

That's it. If being good doesn't get me anything, then I won't be. I'll just flip the switch on my humanity, then enjoy my fucked up life without the burden of having to be ethical. Now, all I have to do is make a quick stop at my house for a little goodbye.

I pull up to the Salvatore boarding house in some fancy ass car that I stole from a human blood bag. Striding up to the door, I knock on it three times and put on my best "I'm brooding, but I'm still a hero" face. Elena answers the door in my brother's shirt.

"S-Stefan?" She stammers, obviously not expecting my arrival at my own fucking house.

"I-I'm sorry. I didn't know you were coming. I was going to tell you-"

"Shut up, Elena. I can't hear your voice anymore. And don't pretend to give a shit about my feelings. If you did, you wouldn't have fucked my brother. Actions speak louder than words, Elena." I chuckle sadistically.

Elena's mouth is opening and closing like a fish, no sound coming out.

"What's wrong, Elena? Did that hurt? Sorry, but that's nothing compared to what you've done to me."

"What happened to you?" She asks softly, her eyes watering.

"I just realized I made a mistake by ever loving you. Did you ever love me, or did you just have your eye on my brother the whole time?"

"Stefan- I do love you. I'm sorry for hurting you this deeply..."

I scoff.

"I doubt it. After I leave, you'll just go have some great 'cheer me up' sex with my brother. By the way, how does it feel kissing a guy who's kissed your mother and your best friend?"

Elena is completely and utterly shocked.

"What's going on?" Damon comes up behind her, taken aback by Elena crying in the doorway in front of me.

"Why don't you ask the love of my life? Oh wait, she's shacking up with you now."

Damon's fists clench.

"Stefan, you broke up with her."

"Oh, so you just decided to swoop in and take advantage of her emotional weakness?" I smirk.

"He's flipped the switch." Damon realizes out loud. Elena chokes out a sob.

"I hurt him so much that he turned off his humanity." Elena cries, covering her mouth as Damon pats her back.

"Congratulations! You win a prize! Oh wait, I probably couldn't trust either of you with it. Anyway, I just wanted to come by and say my heartfelt goodbye."

"Where will you go?" Damon asks wearily as Elena continues her crying.

"Oh, I'm not going anywhere. Ruining your budding romance is too much fun. I just wanted you to say goodbye to the old Stefan you knew, because he's not coming back."

⁃3 weeks later, Elena's pov

Stefan. He's all I can think about. The past few weeks, he's been leaving bodies everywhere, drained of blood. On every single one, he leaves a note.

"For E. Love, S"

I've stopped seeing Damon or going to the Salvatore house altogether. It's too painful to be near a Salvatore with what I did to one of them, and it's too painful to go near the Salvatore house with all the memories I have with Stefan there.

Lately, I've been sulking around, alternating between Caroline and Bonnie's houses. It's been difficult dealing with the fact that I'm responsible for all these deaths. I ripped Stefan's heart out. I honestly don't blame him for turning off his humanity. He was hurting too much by my betrayal.

I'm disgusted with myself over everything I've done to him. He loved me purely and unconditionally, and I betrayed him in the worst way possible. But I miss him, I really do. I miss him more than anything. And I hope to god that I'll get him back.

That's it. I'm going to find a way to get him to turn his humanity on, no matter what it takes.