Chapter One
The black charcoal door of Stefan Salvatore's car closed still. He took one quick look at his exquisite new achievement. A Gran Turismo. Maserati, he always had the most expensive of tastes. Hell, he could afford it, so why not avail himself? He gave that smirk he always vaunted. From behind his classic shades, he stared at the mansion's front door as he knocked firmly. He expected Uncle Zachary to greet him but she was so much better. Her expression, priceless.
"YOU!" she said tightening the space in between her eyebrows. So much hatred towards him, he thought.
"Elena! You look dashing, as always!" he quickly added with such irony, she could smell it off him. "Well, this is awkward – me, standing in the doorstep of my own house!" still proudly keeping the irony. Her face said it all. He could actually keep this up all day long, he thought. But he was too tired and just wanted to crash in his room and sleep the long road trip here off. So, he simply brushed his arm with hers and entered the house, hardly controlling his laughter as her mouth moved trying to pick up some words. Guess the frustration was too big to find them, he acknowledged.
She shut the door with such a strength she didn't even know she had.
"You son of a…"
"Now, now beautiful, mind your vocabulary. You're a lady! Well, not so sure about that, but…" he added sarcastically.
She was furious. Why was he here? He was supposed to travel to Europe, the entire summer. That's the reason she accepted her parents' idea to spend her summer at his uncle's mansion. Because he would not be here. The entire time of these three months. Besides, she actually adored Zachary; he was so close to her family. Hell, she loved the Salvatore family except for him. He was such an…"a jerk", she corrected herself, so she would not use the strong language she usually used when she alluded him.
Elena snapped out of her tangled thoughts and pierced him with her now dark red face, as she added:
"First of all, don't give me that 'beautiful' crap of yours. You always forget that your charms don't work on me. Keep them towards your easy girlfriends – to say small of them. And, secondly and most important, what the hell are you doing here, Stefan? Weren't you supposed to greet the world in your oh-I'm-so-rich journey to Europe?"
"Why, Elena – he smiled mischievously as he took his shades off and threw himself on the elegant sofa centering the living room – I thought I could enjoy this holiday by simply getting away from the entire stir and just relax here, at my uncle's place. Oh, I am truly sorry I have forgotten to mention that to anybody. Just thought…I'd surprise everyone. Especially you, since we have this tension and sparks going on." he added while winking to her. "Besides – he instantly stood up and stopped in front of Elena, one centimeter away from her now stiff face – you used to love me calling you 'beautiful' while you indulged in my passion filled kisses."
Her breath stopped for a few seconds, regaining it only after throwing Stefan onto the sofa.
"Used to, as in past tense, Stefan!" she replied furiously, yet still somewhat shaken by his unexpected proximity. "Besides – she quickly added so he would not notice her reaction to their recent closeness – I didn't really indulge. They were ok – your kisses – but just not enough, you know? No sparks on my side. A game, remember? Guess you weren't man enough for me." she knew she got to his ego…and bad.
Stefan felt his face turning red with anger. She did not just criticize his manners with women, with her. He clenched his jaw and got up from the sofa. He would not give her the satisfaction, nevertheless. So he used his usual smile, a smile that all the girls would find irresistible – well, all of them, except for her.
"Now, we both know you're just lying to yourself, Elena. I bet you would still tremble under my touch. Unfortunately for you, you will never get any of me ever again. I am off limits to you now. You made sure of that five years ago." he said while his faced changed from the initial challenging tone to a dead serious and hurt one. He didn't even wait for her reply. Just stormed out to his room upstairs.
Elena's face dropped to the ground at the hearing of his last words. She remembered. It was her fault. Her childish fault. But it was for their best, for his best. There wasn't even a reason for breaking his heart the way she did. She crashed on the sofa he just ingrained with his bold cologne. God, it still made her tremble, after all the years. She remembered how in love they were. She was mad about him. It was the perfect novel romance. Two amazing best friends, growing together and growing in love by every second spent together or apart. They fitted perfectly. Too perfectly. That had been her so called reason. She feared her feelings for Stefan. They felt so intense and so actually perfect that they scared her. Stefan had her entirely. He was her everything and it scared her. So foolish, the child she had been. She simply feared that they would not last forever and the thought frightened her. She feared that he would realize he is just fond of his best friend. Then, they would become distant and start growing apart, even from everything they ever were before. She would forever lose him. So she did the unthinkable and broke him. For his best and for their best as friends, she thought. She confessed a lie to him. She told him she didn't love him, that it was all just a challenge she had submitted herself to. A joke between best buddies. Excusable, right? She thought he'd think that. Incredibly stupid, she knew, but she had to break any love interest between them two. To say Stefan was devastated was the least. She completely broke him. The worst part? She appeared the next day at school with Matt Donovan, the playboy star of their football team, holding hands and looking in love. A total bitch, she had been. Stefan could not believe his love, but mostly, all time friend had done that to him.
All had changed from that moment on. She irrevocably lost him – as everything. He changed and became the Casanova he was this current time. He didn't shut her off, not for even a day. That same day she walked around with Matt Donovan, he came to her and told him that he had never truly loved her, either. It was a fun time for him, too. Elena knew it wasn't the truth but she acted as if she had believed him. She acted infuriated with him. Except Stefan, who hadn't acted furiously. Worse, he kept his calm and soon after, he began this flirtatious act of his, not only with the extremely large amount of girls he started to appear with, but with her, also. And it was killing her. So she played by his rules. She faked most of it, in the beginning, but he really became kind of a douche at one point so it came naturally to her, now.
But, truth be told she had never forgotten him. Not his touch, not his soft and strong kiss…nor everything about him, actually.
She covered her face with the nearest pillow and hoped – truly hoped – she would survive the summer with him being so close to her, at all time.
So, newly added myself to this universe. What must be said - and it's actually the most important piece of information - I am in love with these two: Stefan Salvatore and Elena Gilbert. Therefor, this is one story about them, just in an alternate world. Human life, yes. Why? Because I desperately enjoy the idea of writing these two taunting, at each others necks yet having this sensual tension in between. Hope it works well. I would truly enjoy reading opinions about my story or their characters on the show, actually or anything else. I'm a friendly person, what can I say?
Hoping you enjoy my writing,
Alexandra
