Hi guys! So... a Stefan story. I don't know how well this will go since I've never written a Stefan story but lately I've just found my love for him increasing. He's such a sweetheart! I'm almost sure I'm insane starting a new story when I have so many that need finishing but yeah...
Anyway, I hope you like it. It's a bit of a slow start but stick around. I have great things planned!
Disclaimer: I do not own the Vampire Diaries or its characters; only my own OC and story line.
Popping the small white pills into his mouth, Stefan washed the medical narcotics down with a large gulp of bourbon; the only alcohol he had left in the residence of his small apartment and a bottle that was older in age than he was. Swallowing down the harmful cocktail, Stefan exhaled in satisfaction and waited for the mixture to bless his damaged body with the fix he was so desperately yearning for.
Flopping down onto the black fabric sofa that was the only piece of seating furniture in his open planned living-room/kitchen, Stefan reached over to the girl next to him and pulled her mouth to his; catching her pink, plump lips with his teeth and biting them ever so gently. The taste of bourbon lingered on her lips and it elicited a moan of ecstasy from Stefan's mouth.
"God, I love you." he said; feeling the drugs and alcohol he had consumed finally begin to work their way through his system.
Tangling his fingers into the girl's long, silky brunette locks, Stefan once again pressed his lips to hers and caught her in a passionate kiss. Their bodies grew ever closer together until they were finally touching; every inch of their upper bodies pushed together in an urgent embrace.
"Mmmmm… I love you too." the girl breathed out, having finally managed to gasp some much needed air.
The shrill ringing of a phone cut through the air and signalled an end to the intimate moment. Grabbing her bag from the small, dark oak coffee table that stood next to the end of the sofa, the girl searched through it in her quest to find the item that was causing the noise.
"Urgh, where the hell is my phone? I can't find anything in this stupid bag."
With a slight chuckle at his girlfriend's frustrations, Stefan leaned back into the padding of the sofa and watched on in amusement as the young woman began to remove the contents of her handbag; items scattering over the sofa and floor.
"Aha! Finally!" she half-yelled in satisfaction. "Hello?"
Paying no attention to the girl as she spoke into the phone, laughing occasionally as she delved even further into conversation with whomever was on the opposite end of the line, Stefan slowly shut his eyes and enjoyed the buzz his body was experiencing from his daily cocktail of the drugs he had be so unhealthily attached to.
Beginning to feel restless as the conversation continued after a few minutes, Stefan opened his eyes and made the decision to clear away the items his girlfriend had left strewn across the floor. Shoving an assortment of things back into the large, black handbag that was the woman's constant companion, Stefan froze mid-action when his eyes spotted a little, clear plastic bag that contained a suspicious looking white powder.
A wave of nausea and fear gripped him and it paralysed his body like a hit of icy-cold water. Stefan was somewhat aware that his addiction to prescription medication was bordering on obsessive and that his means to acquiring the drugs were at best, questionable. However, he held a number of principles and hardcore narcotics such as heroin and cocaine where a no-go for the young man. His addiction had come about as the result of a misfortunate accident; he could see no reason or justification for why anyone would partake in a substance that could kill them in one fell swoop.
"Yeah… see you later. Bye."
Ending the call, the woman turned towards her boyfriend and instantly felt the smile on her face evaporate. She stood statue still and silent for a long minute when she realised just what had caused the furious expression on Stefan's face.
"Stefan…"
"Why do you this?" he asked, purposely keeping his voice as level as he could despite the raging anger coursing through his veins.
"I can explain."
"Yeah? Well, it had better be a damn good story."
"I was minding it for someone."
"Minding it?! You shouldn't have this stuff on you! Do you have any idea the amount of trouble you can get into if you were found with this?"
Stepping forward, the woman made to touch Stefan's cheek in an attempt to reassure him but was prevented from doing so when Stefan grabbed her by the wrist.
"Who gave you this?"
"Does it matter?"
"If you're only keeping it for someone, then you won't mind telling me who."
"It isn't any of your business, Stefan. Can't we just forget about this? Let's have another drink…"
"Have you taken this?"
"What?"
"You heard me!" Stefan shouted, barely containing his fury and annoyance.
"No! No… of course not."
Letting his girlfriend's wrist slip from his hand, Stefan turned his back on her and laughed manically for a number of seconds before kicking the waist-height floor unit in front of him - books and photographs scattering across the floor with a loud clatter - before spinning around and glaring at his girlfriend.
"I know when you're lying! How many times have you taken this shit?!"
Pursing her lips, the woman felt tears prick at the back of her eyes and she struggled to contain them.
"Only a couple of times. I'm sorry, Stefan. I am so, so sorry."
"Why?!"
"I just needed something a bit stronger. The pills aren't enough anymore and besides, it's not much different from taking the pills."
"And you couldn't just tell me this?!"
"Look at the way you're reacting now!"
"I have a right to! This will kill you! I don't want to have to go to your funeral because you were bloody stupid enough to take this! It stops and it stops now."
Throwing the plastic bag into the bin, Stefan pulled his girlfriend into his arms and held her close; resting his chin on the crown of her head.
"Promise me."
"I promise. I'm so sorry,"
"I just don't want to lose you."
One year later
Trudging through the mass of gold, brown, and red leaves that littered the stone pathway to his childhood home, and with his entire belongings squashed into two large holdalls, Stefan entertained himself with memories of his early years in the grand house that was situated in front of him.
His fingertips had barely grazed the bronze knocker of the wooden front door, when it was wrenched open and out stepped a woman with chocolate brown skin and long, black hair that reach the curve of her breasts. Her beautiful, youthful face held an expression of pure frustration that was further highlighted by the blaze in her hazel-coloured eyes.
"Bonnie!"
"Forget it, Damon. You're insufferable!"
"I- Stefan?"
Ceasing their argument, the couple stared, dumbfounded, as they came face-to-face with Stefan. With over eight years having passed since seeing one another, the two brothers eyed each other cautiously before breaking into wide grins. Dropping his bags to the ground, Stefan hugged his older brother enthusiastically; his inner conscience reminding him of his promise to do better… to be better… for himself and for his estranged family.
"It's good to see you, little brother."
"You too, Damon." he replied, pulling back and smiling softly at Bonnie. "I'm sorry, was I interrupting something?"
"Don't mind her." Damon said submissively but with a smirk that caused Bonnie to roll her eyes. "It's that time of the month."
"Yeah… the time of the month where you act like a complete jack-ass!"
With a dry laugh, Damon placed an arm around Bonnie's shoulders and squeezed them tightly.
"Bonnie, this is my little brother, Stefan. Stefan, this is my pain in the arse wife, Bonnie."
It had been many years since he had last lived in Mystic Falls, but Stefan had not expected so much to have changed. Somewhere in the depths of his brain lay a vague memory of receiving an invitation to his brother's wedding, but he had not responded let alone actually attend the wedding.
Even further into the recess of his mind was a blurred half-memory of Bonnie. They had never been friends; had never socialised or in fact spoken, but Stefan knew of the woman due to her grandmother's friendship with his mother.
"It's lovely to meet you." Stefan said honestly, pressing a small kiss to Bonnie's cheek. "I'm sorry we haven't met properly sooner."
"Well, maybe if someone had bothered to come to my wedding…" Damon muttered, cursing when Bonnie elbowed him in the ribs.
"Yeah… sorry about that. I was… busy." Stefan replied sheepishly, wanting to avoid any conversation about his whereabouts on the day of Damon's wedding.
"It's fine." Bonnie said sincerely.
Forcing a smile, Stefan ignored the feelings of guilt and the craving for drugs that he had worked so hard to repress begin to resurface. Needing a distraction, Stefan picked up his bags and focused his entire mind on his brother.
"I'll make it up to you. I'm sticking around for a while, so I'll do my best to make it right."
Putting aside their argument for the time-being, Bonnie and Damon stepped aside and welcomed Stefan back into his childhood home. Watching his younger brother with a careful eye, Damon vowed to uncover what had happened to his brother in the time he had been away and what had led him to return.
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