Disclaimer: I own none of this. Absolutely nothing. The song I wrote this to is Lack of Color by Death Cab For Cutie. Enjoy!
There's A Lack of Color Here
Stefan was…well…Stefan had lost track after the first dozen or so, but he knew, in the very least, that he was in yet another bar in downtown DC, hiding out from Klaus and yet staying close enough to make his move, if needed, and if he ever found out what his next move was.
And when I see you
I really see you upside down
It was a funny thing, Klaus turning off his humanity as he had. His compulsion was such that it had overwhelmed his emotions entirely. Instead of picking and choosing, shutting off the bad and leaving only the good, the Original had shut it all off. Everything, every feeling and desire, just gone, save for the force of Klaus's compulsion to follow orders. And now, with that gone too, there was no will to do anything, at all. He couldn't care for his favorite whiskey, which he had been milling from bar to bar, desperately concluding that his inability to enjoy it was simply due to a bad batch this year, anymore than he could love Elena.
Elena.
But my brain knows better
It picks you up and turns you around
Turns you around
He missed the elation of feeling, and she had given him the most passion he had ever experienced in over a hundred years. And no matter how he tried to fill the ache, no woman, alike or disparate in appearance, could ever bring them back. He didn't want to turn it all on again, to feel guilt for the fresh horrors he had created he couldn't bare it. Not this time. Not without his brother, or Nikki, his closest companion. And he could not risk Elena, which was not an emotion, but a fact. He would kill her in his current state, and Elena would be no use at all to him dead.
All the girls in every girly magazine
Can't make me feel any less alone
Slowly, methodically, and yet hesitantly, Stefan scrolled through his contacts, until he saw the one he needed, deciding then that smart phones were the worst invention by man. He couldn't face her, and yet there she was, smiling up at him as if nothing had happened at all. And that smile should have done something, anything, and yet his expression was still the same, not even a twitch or tick of effect.
I'm reaching for the phone
To call at seven oh three
And on your machine I slur a plea
For you to come home to me
"The number you have dialed is no longer in service. Please hand up, and try again."
Of course it was, Elena would be on the run by now. Given the effects of his last performance, and his leaving town with Katherine, of all people, Elena must have done the one thing he had never before believed her to be capable of doing…
But I know its too late
And I should have given you a reason to stay
Given you a reason to stay
She had given up her love for him.
"Are you sure you want to delete this contact?"
"Yes."
This is fact not fiction
For the first time in years…
A/N~ This one came to me out of nowhere, listening to Death Cab at my library job. Every line of it fits Stefan perfectly to me. No, I don't ship Stelena, but it still happened and had its effects and I won't ignore that for the sake of my fandom. I was trying to get across his sociopathic tendencies here, in that he doesn't want to find Elena because he loves her, he just wants to use her to get some modicum of feeling back. Because of you don't feel anything, not joy, or ecstasy, or passion, what is there really left to live for an eternity for?