This is my very first Klefan fic. It's an AU fic, supposing that Elena has chosen Damon and Caroline went for Tyler. Klaus and Stefan has once again left Mystic Falls together. I hope you enjoy my story!
Disclamer: I do not own the characters or The Vampire Diaries.
"Are you really sure you want to go any further? Leaving with me like this?"
Stefan raised his eyebrows, clearly surprised of what Klaus just said.
"Yes, I have nothing left to find in Mystic Falls. The only thing that's left of me is now an eternity of despair, guilt, failure and lost love."
He made a quick pause, finding Klaus listening patiently to his usual speech of how humanity is consuming him.
"I have nothing to live for anymore. I'm doomed to walk amongst the doomed and the cursed in the shadows. As it should be."
Klaus shook his head in disapproval.
"That's not right. You still have your brother. I swear Damon is missing you like crazy right now; and you're hurting his feelings by escaping from everything like this, Stefan, you know it. Listen to your feelings."
Damon. No. Their brotherly relationship had lost everything that could ever be considered as a best-friend bond. From the moment Elena had kissed Damon, they were only connected by blood and family, not by choice anymore. Yes, Stefan listened to his feelings. A bit too much. And he only felt rage against Klaus once again.
"Yes, Damon. Damon here, Damon there. Damon's everywhere. He has Elena now. They're probably sneaking up in bed right now making love to each other. He probably makes her moan like I used to. All because of my brother's fucking annoying attempts to draw attention from me. And it works all the time, they see through his flaws, he doesn't even have to try! Do you believe I'm okay with it? No! Who cares about my feelings? They think I like being people's second choice. I don't!"
He frowned.
"You're cursing, mate. I see that's a sure sign for how much you love that girl."
"Shut up, Niklaus! Elena is Damon's, Katherine's gone… So you see, I don't have anyone anymore. Basically, I'm only a self-loathing eternal seventeen-year-old alone in the middle of nowhere."
"Well, you still have me," said Klaus in a begging tone, and watched Stefan walk from side to side, sadness mixed with anger written all over his face.
"After everything you put me through? Compelling me, abusing me for getting what you want? You even helped my brother to seducing my girlfriend."
"Remember, Stefan, sweetheart, I never stopped being your friend. I never left your side. I helped you, had fatih in you. To be a great fighter, strong, successful; a real ripper. I mean well in everything I do. I wanted us to have a happy life together, partners in crime. Too bad it didn't turn out very well, did it? One thing more, consider Damon accidentally snuggling Elena as collateral damage."
"If you think the ripper plans were all a smart move, I have proven you completely wrong. You never left me, but-"
Stefan did not have time to finish the sentence, as Klaus' voice pierced the silence in the woods anew.
"That's right, then. I'm still with you."
Stefan shrugged as he looked into Klaus' blue eyes. He let a small smile cover his lips. Klaus seemed satisfied.
"Yes. You are. And you didn't have to compel me to make me ask you for company."
Stefan nodded at Klaus while he was talking.
The smile on his lips was the usual smile he put on when he found himself with the hybrid. Blue eyes met green, and he bet he could read in them that Klaus' was smiling on the inside too.
Those eyes. Stefan remembered the first time he had seen them. Blue light in an ocean of darkness. An inviting happy face. The beginning of an epic bromance. They had known each other for almost a hundred years, like brothers. Side by side and apart. Now they were together again, left in the same boat. Rejected, chased away. Together. Standing on what could be a turning point in their relationship. There was an undeniable chemistry between them. Who should have the courage to take the next step?
Suddenly Stefan did not know what to think. He had never kissed a man before, but the thought was somewhat thrilling. You only live once, no matter in what form.
"It's getting dark. Let's make a fireplace, find some meal... Together, like old times." suggested Klaus.
He then saw Stefan's sad expression, lowered head, hands in pockets. Klaus walked up to Stefan and tapped him friendly on the shoulder. Blue eyes met green in a moment of compassion and understanding.
"Don't be sad, mate. I won't do you any harm. Torturing people is not as fun as it used to be. I'm better off living in the shadows. Embracing the abomination. It's obvious that I don't connect with people because I don't... understand them."
"It's Caroline, isn't it? She changed you?"
Caroline. Klaus could no longer hide his disappointment. They had been so close. She hated him, he loved her with the equally burning fire. Of course she had changed him. But her love for that jerk called Tyler was still the same. Klaus hybrid charm had never been enough to break it down.
"Yes, yes. She's the reason. But I suspect she's all happy fucking Tyler in this very moment. Right, like Elena and Damon. And concerning Elena, I really hope your brother turns that bitch into a vampire. I don't wont to waste more time on those doppelgängers, after everything they've done to me. And to you."
"Who's cursing now?"
Both Stefan and Klaus laughed at the changed roles in the conversation and Stefan's sarcastic repetition of that line. They really were in the same situation. And their love for each other seemed to be mutually answered.
"Shall we find something to eat, and light a fireplace, ripper?"
"Klaus, come on. I'm not hungry. And the ripper image doesn't perfectly suit me anymore. I'm not that strong. If you want to eat, than pick up a bloodbag. Help yourself."
It was slowly getting dark. Stefan decided to put together some wood and make a campfire following Klaus' advice. When he was done stacking the tiny branches together, the hybrid himself picked up a matchbox from the green bag they had carried along the way, and set fire to the dry pine sticks before his feet.