The New Deal
Disclaimer: I don't own Vampire Diaries. Though I'd love to have Stefan.
Authors Note: My first TVD fic, be gentle please!
Stefan's POV. His thoughts on Elena following the events of The New Deal.
He could still feel it. The palm of her hand hitting the left side of his face. It stung. Even now, hours later, he could still feel it. His mind had replayed the scene a thousand times over, and each time the look on her beautiful face stirred something deep inside him. Something he was trying his hardest to repress. He could not for the life of him, recall a time when she had looked at him the way she had earlier. The anger he could handle, but the tears, that look of brokenness, roused familiar feelings he couldn't afford to weakened by.
There had been anger written all over her face, but more than anything, it was the hurt, the tears in her eyes that were his undoing. He knew he had hurt her countless times recently. He'd even derived a sick sense of pleasure from causing her the amount of pain he had. And what had he gotten in return? Her unwavering sense of hope. Her firm belief, that he would be able to fight Klaus and his compulsion and regain his humanity.
A lifetime ago, he would never have dreamed of saying those words to her. They were meant to cause pain. The type of pain that would drive her away, make her forget him. Forget meeting him; forget the time they spent together. Like he had said before, it would be much easier if she was angry, and his words had undoubtedly incited that feeling.
There was nothing he could have done but watch her walk away. Her dark hair had swung from side to side as she had stomped away, anger resonating with every step she had taken. The stiffness of her spine would have been a giveaway of her anger, if not for the tear stained cheeks.
A lifetime ago, it would have been him she would have come to for comfort. It would have been his arms she would seek solace in, his fingers that would have brushed those salty tears away.
If he concentrated hard enough, he could remember it. The memories were bubbling underneath the surface, awaiting the slightest crack in the surface, to pull him under and drown him in guilt.
He shook his head, as if to brush them away, unwilling to succumb.
'Not yet,' he thought. He needed to get even. And then he could think about giving in.
The trouble with her was her humanity. She hadn't lived the life of a vampire and as much as she said she understood, the fact was, she didn't.