Stebekah FF
based on the song: my baby shot me down
all AU/Human.
Rebekah POV
The year was 1931, I sat her in history class looking out the window, day-dreaming memories about my friend, Stefan Salvatore. Stefan was my childhood playmate and friend. Even when he was young he was always so brilliant, selfless, cunning, and beautiful. Though I wouldn't call him best friend now that he had dropped out of school, and took over his father's business. I hadn't seen him around much to say the least and to say that I was worried was an understatement. You see I'd usually would rush to his house after school but, with us not talking I figured it would be awkward to even go to his house. Word on the street that he wasn't doing good at all but who knows with the town, everyone gossips and makes up things, I rolled my eyes when I heard a couple of girls gossiping about Stefan and how someone had caught him smoking a cigarette behind the barn. A sad smile tugged at my lips when I thought about when we were little and how we always used to play cowboys together. Everything was so much simpler back then.
Stefan POV
I walked outside, after a hard day's of work on my dad's farm. I quickly looked around to make sure the coast was clear. After, I pulled a cigarette out of my plaid shirt and put it in my mouth, lighting it up. I started smoking when I found out my father had died, he worked in the mining area but opened up a grocery store in his prime, ever since he died I work there now, picking up the pieces he left. My mother took his death the hardest, she was now a single parent, she begged me to drop out of school so I could support her, so I did. Now she was never home and would be out with strange men all hours of the night, needless to say she was the talk of the town and now I'm sure I was due to my new found addiction. I took a few more puffs of my cigarette, stamping it out. Things have really gone to shit I said out loud, picking up the stub from the ground. I used to be popular, have a beautiful girlfriend, get good grades, and was captain of the football team but now with everything going on and me dropping out of school I hadn't seen any of my friends they all had walked out on me. I shook my head, sometimes I really hated my life. There is someone who stuck with me though, until I pushed her away . My mind wondered to Rebekah, and that fateful night my dad kicked the bucket. I didn't know why she insisted on coming to my house like she had the power to change me. It amused me that she even thought for a second I'd come back to school for her. My mind flashed back to that night I hadn't come to school and she went to my house to check on me. I had just barely opened the door when she started talking. "Stefan, you can't just give up I know things are tough but do you think you'll succeed without school? "Please, Rebekah just go, I don't need this right now." She had sucked in a breath, letting the oxygen go, softly touching my face in a awkward manor. It was like she was afraid of breaking me and it really pissed me off. "Is this about your-" She started to say but I had cut her off. "Don't you dare talk about him." I said coldly, and had grabbed her hands off my face by her wrists, looking her dead in the eye. The look on her face, the startled look that shook me to the core every time I think about it now. "Stefan, you're hurting me." She had said, and I dropped her wrist, I could see the red mark I left. "Rebekah just go." I said, looking at her. She huffed in contempt. "Fine, but when you fail in life, don't come crying to me." Those words hurt, but I deserved them for being a dick to her when she was just trying to help me. I shook my head of the flashback and headed back to my house. Once I got inside, laid down on my bed and closed my eyes. Why did she even care about me so much? No one ever cared I was used to it. I casually thought back to the times her and I used to play cowboys when we were younger. I would always play the bad boy, the devil dressed in black and she'd always be the angel, the good one dressed in white. Things haven't changed a bit I thought and let my mind take me to sleep. I woke up to a huge crash, quickly bolting off my bed, I ran to the kitchen, with a gun, I had heard robbers were ransacking neighborhood's around. When I got to the kitchen, I was met face to face with my drunk mother. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. "Oh, it's you." I said, putting the gun down against the wall. She looked up at me and smirked like a devil "Of course it's me you twit, I do live here too. Stefan, put that gun down we both know you're not a man." She scoffed. I looked at her, already pissed she had come home drunk once again, not really surprised though. "Time for bed, mother." I said as I walked to her. She put down the bottle of gin. "Don't you dare touch me! I can put myself to bed. I'm a grown ass women! I just looked at her. "I know mom but you need to get some rest. C'mon I'll take you." I gently, touched her hand. She quickly retaliated and smacked me across the face, not stopping at just one hit. I felt my nose start to bleed, all while she did this she was screaming all the insults at the world to me. Once she was done, I stood up, wiping the blood. "That will teach you, son." She said and went to her room and locked the door. The first time this happened I cried and cried my heart broken for what was lost. A kind, loving, supportive mother turned into a monster. This is not what my father had wanted. But now, all I felt was numb. There's nothing I could do about this situation maybe if I was lucky she'd drink herself to death. I'd never hit her back. I knew I deserved it, the beatings, the manipulation, the course words she said. At least in her mind, I deserved this. I quickly walked to the bathroom and cleaned myself up the best I could. I winced when I saw that all the abuse had caused me to get a black eye. Great.
Rebekah pov
I sat in my room, not sure how to react. It's not like I could just race over there and scream at him for being so stupid. Sometimes, I wonder why I care, I love him, I do. In a brotherly fashion of course. I care for him too deeply, it hurts. Maybe I should go over there and just let him know I care. Surely, he cannot think I hate him because that's far from the truth. I sat up in bed making up my mind. I'm going to go see Stefan for the first time in four months. I didn't want to be excited but I was,couldn't help it. I miss my best friend. I quickly dressed and started the long way to his house. As I walked all I could think was how was this going to end? Would he admit he missed me too? Would there be tears? Before I could think my last thought: I was there, at his house, shakily I walked to the front door. I'm nervous I thought and sighed a little. I knocked on the door. Waited. Held my breath. Slowly, the door opened. There he was in flesh and blood, My Stefan. Looking tired as hell, his hair had out grown itself but it matched his face perfectly and hung in little curls on the nape of his neck. He wore a white v-neck that sculpted his big muscles, I tried not to stare but wow, did he look different and not in a bad way either. I wanted to punch his stupid face for making me wait, for not coming to see me, for not caring about me. As soon as he saw me, he tensed up. "Rebekah? What are you doing here?" He hissed, stepping out into the light. That's when I saw him whole , his face, dried blood clung to it. His nose looked like it had been bleeding and he had a black eye. "Stefan, what happened?!" I practically screamed, but he covered my mouth with his hand. "Shut up, you'll wake my mom up." Stefan had never laid a hand on me except that one night we had stopped being friends and now here he was forcing me to shut up, he was scaring me but I kept my cool and nodded, demanding in my head he let me go and he did. "What happened, you're bleeding." He nodded, not even phased. "I got jumped." I looked up at his face, not believing a word. I smiled, just because it amused me that he thought he could lie to me and get away with it. "I can always tell when you're lying, Stefan." He made a move to the darkness again to try to hide his face but I gently grabbed his hand, pulling him towards me. Once, I got him close enough I wrapped my arms around his fragile body and just held him there.
Stefan's POV
I had almost gotten all the blood cleaned off when I heard a knock at our door. I quickly threw away the bloody rag and fixed my hair in the mirror. If it was a police we were really screwed because he'd resort to asking questions, I'd have to lie and I really didn't want to lie but I'd do anything to protect my mom. After I was satisfied with my look, minus the black eye. I headed to the door, opening it. Once I saw her angelic face I knew I was done for, luckily it was dark and I was on the opposite side of the light. "Rebekah? What are you doing here?" I hissed, looking at her with hard eyes. Her face didn't seem to change, it was stuck on a look of disbelief and awe like she hadn't seen me in months or years. I watched her eyes roam my body, feeling a bit self conscious. I folded my arms across my chest to keep my act up. But I was so mad that she was here that I stepped out into the light completely forgetting about the blood on my face and black eye. That's when her eyes winded in horror and her look was so sympathetic I almost screamed at her. She did the screaming as she asked me what happened? I growled lightly if she woke my mom up, I would kill her. I quickly put my hand over her mouth. The touch must have affected her because she shut up so quick. "Shut up, you'll wake my mom up." I said gruffly and kept my hand on her mouth until she nodded to keep quiet. She slowly nodded. "But, what happened you're bleeding?" she whispered, staring into my eyes. I nodded, slowly and quickly thought of a back story. "I got jumped." I said, swiftly, keeping my eyes on her face. I could of swore I saw her smile in a second. If she thought this was funny I was about to tell her to leave. "I can always tell when you're lying, Stefan." I cringed slowly and backed up to hide my face, maybe it was childish but Rebekah couldn't find out about my abusing. That's when I felt it, her touch, pulling me away from the darkness and into the light. I felt my facade start to break, slowly as she pulled me into a hug. A hug that meant the world to me even though I'd never admit it.
I slowly wrapped my arms around her, allowing her to touch to fix the darkest parts of me.