A/N: I've loved TVD for years, but it wasn't until recently that I really became a hardcore Stefan/Elena shipper, so here's my first attempt at writing something for this pairing. It honestly feels like a hot mess to me, but I hope you enjoy it anyway! Also, Maya, this one's for you!
Disclaimer: I own nothing that seems familiar to you, which is basically everything...
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He was alone. Complete darkness, utter silence. He was caught in a trap that had been long set for him and he didn't know how to get out. He didn't know if he could ever escape the mess his life had become in mere months.
He could have blamed Tyler for biting Damon. He could have blamed Damon for almost dying, which had forced him to seek Klaus' help in the first place. He could have blamed Klaus and his conditions for helping Damon and his compulsion.
Instead, he blamed himself. He blamed himself for his nature, for derailing, for hurting Elena in the process.
Growling deeply and shifting in his seat, trying to breaking free, he realised he wouldn't be out of this situation soon, unless the compulsion was broken.
"I won't love a ghost for the rest of my life."
Elena's words rang through his head, repeating over and over again and he let out a strangled cry as the sight of the hurt and sorrows on her angelic face appeared in his vision as if he was experiencing it again.
A ghost.
Was that what he had become? A figure of her past, something she wouldn't ever associate herself with again? He wanted to be more than that. He wanted to be everything to her again. He would be everything to her again, even if it would kill him.
Not right now though, the beast inside him thought. Right now, he didn't care about anything besides blood.
Blood. Blood. Blood.
He let his head lower slowly. Was that what everything was about? The temptation, the murdering, the taste of sweet blood on his tongue?
Yes, it was. He was a vampire after all.
It didn't have to be though, a side of him told him. No living species survived on consumption only. There was more to life than that. Even the most evil of supernatural creatures needed more than that to be alive.
Life was nothing without love.
Everyone had it, in every form possible. Tyler had Caroline, Caroline had Bonnie, Bonnie had Jeremy, Jeremy had Elena, Elena had Damon.
Elena had Damon.
Another cry escaped his mouth at this thought. Elena was his, only his. He was there first; he had fallen in love with her first. He was with her through everything. He loved her more than anything. She was his saviour.
He wouldn't let the ripper win. He had more than the ripping to live for. He had love. And he would prove to Elena that he would fight for her. He promised himself that he would do everything to get her back.
Upon realising that his human emotions were slowly returning to him, he felt tears slowly start to stream down his face.
What was happening? Was Klaus dead? That was impossible.
Was he doing this by himself? Was he fighting the compulsion?
It didn't matter to him. All that mattered was that he loved Elena with everything he had. All that mattered was that sheloved him.
Sobs raked through his body and he let his old feelings take over fully. She was right. He wasgoing to be okay.
All because of her.