Elena
She sat on the corner of the bench, gripping the neck of bourbon her and Stefan stole from a frat party, the party was currently going on and the innocent screams of college kids was beginning the get on her nerves. Sure, she didn't have her emotions, she wasn't supposed to care, but the rage inside of her surprised itself with a visit once again. So, here she sat, on the bench, titling her head back with a chug of bourbon trying to forget all the festivities that we're taking place ten feet away from her.
She heard a rustling over in the corner and turned her eyes to the surprised visitor.
Her fangs elongated from her gums.
"Dinner time." She purrs, looking in the direction of the persistent rustling, the shorts she is wearing has ridden up her legs, her crop top showing off her toned stomach. Typical college wear, and whoever was coming out of those bushes were in for one hell of a chase.
A breath escaped her lips, as she rolled her eyes, her fangs going back down into her gums.
She would of known.
Stefan stood there, eying her down, his red shirt tightened around his big arms, his jeans slug to his waist.
She should of known he'd come and check her on, humanity on or not she was irked by his constant worrying.
"You're missing all the food." He says, his voice husky and it almost sends those familiar tingles down her spine.
"Yeah, so? I got everything I need right here." She replies snarky, tilting the bottle of bourbon at him.
He just shakes his head and sits down next to her.
"Who knew you were such a party pooper." He scowls, while grabbing the burbon from her, taking a swig.
"Who knew you were so loving even with that humanity off." She taunts him, putting a light hand on his shoulder.
He glares at her, turning to face her, his green eyes filled with lust for a second, but she watches as he calms down.
She loves pushing him, it's funny, and it brings her immense joy.
He puts his hand on her thigh, drawing lazy circles.
She bites her a lip a little, and uses this opportunity to snatch the bourbon out of his hands, taking another swig.
"Is college not your scene, Elena?" He mocks her, while his hand stays on her thigh, and she hates to admit it but she likes it that way.
Her thoughts flood back to whitmore and the first college party she attended, it was boring also, but this one was proving to be more pleasuring then anything.
"Well, I've only been to one." She states, feeling his hand creep up her thigh, inch by inch.
"One?" He smirks, a questioning gaze marks his handsome face.
She nods, taking another swig of bourbon.
"And none we're fun?" He asks, his hand swiping over the cotton of her thong.
Her breath hitches in her throat.
"Not like this.." She allows herself to admit as his finger pinch the thin material of the thong, rubbing it against her.
She leans her head back, feeling the amount of achoal she drank just kick in.
"Come have fun with me." He whispers, leaning down and kissing the sensitive flesh on her neck, chills shoot up her spine, as her fingers, jam into his face, clawing at his skin, begging him not to stop.
He continues to rub the material along her opening, smirking as he feels wetness against her leg.
She feels her vagina throbbing at the amount of friction, but she needs more.
She starts to rock her hips back and forth as he inserts the thin material into her opening.
She hisses, feeling her fangs come out, her fingernails engraved into the side of his face.
He pulls it in and out, feeling the wetness that is surrounding her, he groans loud.
"Come have fun with me." He repeats again, as she writhes under him, he holds her down though, inserting a rough finger into her slit.
"S-stefan." She moans, breathless, as he pushes in and out, he gently lies her down, hovering over her.
For a minute he is silent, only tending to her needs, his fingers pushing into her harder, making her see stars, over the night sky, as she moves her hips along with him.
His thumb brushes over her nub and she moans low.
Suddenly, he is on his feet again, and she is panting on the bleachers, shorts ridden up her behind.
"Stefan." She growls low, sitting up.
He shrugs his shoulders, smiling smugly as he walks off, leaving the area.
She groans and stands up, wanting to her that release she needs and she knows he won't do it unless she does have fun with him.
She fixes her shorts, feeling the wetness against her thigh.
She tousles her hair, carefully, putting on her fake smile, as she walks out, leaving the bourbon on the bleacher.
She finds him, talking to some girl, his back to her as she vamp speeds over to him, putting her hands around his waist.
"There you are." She purrs, watching the girl with a smile that probably looked like the was crazy.
"Oh.." The girl says as she begins to leave but Stefan grabs her wrist, forcing her to turn back and around.
Elena looks at the girl, she's average, she will do. She walks up to her and grabs the side of the girl's face, she's frightened, Elena can tell.
Her thumbs caress the soft skin of the girl's cheeks in order to calm her down.
She gazes into the girl's blue eyes.
"You will not scream, you will not move." Elena whispers, feeling Stefan's gaze on her back.
The girl nods her head, absentmindedly and Elena wants to laugh at the pathetic human.
Stefan brushes past Elena, moving the girl's black hair out of the way as he touches her neck, Elena watches him, thinking of how his own lips were just caressing her neck.
Stefan gazes at Elena and grabs the girl's wrist, sticking it out.
Elena grabs the wrist, feeling her fangs come out again, her eyes turning black as the dark sky above them.
Stefan bites into the girl's neck, humming in pleasure as the sweet nectar floods through his entire being.
Elena joins him, biting into the girl's wrist, a wave of pleasure washes over her as she feels the girl's sweet blood invade her mouth.
They stay like that, not touching each other, just enjoying the girl much as they can.
Finally, Stefan pulls away, wiping his lips against his red shirt.
Elena does the same, wiping the blood off her mouth with her hand.
Stefan finally glances at Elena and she raises her hand to his mouth, feeling the wave of pleasure go over her again as he grabs it, licking at the blood.
She closes her eyes for a second, not wanting him to ever stop this.
His fangs graze against her hand, and she moans loud when he bites into her hand, taking the blood she just consumed.
He stops after a few seconds, watching as the wound closes up.
"Let's go have some fun." She whispers into his ear, taking his hand into her own.
She leads the way and he follows, as she walks into a beer tent, grabbing a cup of beer, and handing him one.
"Wanna play a game?" He asks, taking a swig of beer.
"What kind of game?" She mumbles, looking up at him, his smirk growing into a sadistic smile.
She raises the cup to her lips, tasting the frothy beer on her tongue.
"Hmmm." He contemplates raising a finger to his chin.
"Truth or dare?" He asks, glancing at her.
She wants to laugh, say truth or dare was for children who didn't have the guts to do these things without urging each other on and she was far from a child. But then she finds herself agreeing knowing exactly where she wanted this to go, Stefan on top of her, having his way with her.
He finishes the beer in one chug and throws the red solo cup on the ground, crushing it under his foot, she does the same, and then glances at him, a smirk on her red lips.
Her hand finds his shoulder and she enjoys how tense he gets over her feather light touch.
"Let the games begin." She whispers, pushing off his shoulder with vampire speed as her bare feet touch the wet grass, she barely makes it across the lawn when Stefan's body is by her's again, leaning her against the tree, roughly.
"Truth.. or dare." He asks, his hands roaming to her hip bones, he always had a fascination with those, even when they were dating, she feels the familiar sting of his fingers digging into them. She stifles a moan, looking into his green eyes, their filled with lust and it sends a shiver down her weak spine.
She gently reaches up and touches his cheek, her eyes seem innocent, as she runs her finger down it, the same part of flesh she clawed with pleasure hours ago.
"I dare you... to finish what you started." She whispers against his jaw, her finger drifting down the thin material of his red shirt.
He shakes his head, like he expected her to say this as first, but she doesn't care.
"Too easy." He mumbles, as he picks her up with vampire strength, shoving her against the tree.
She immediately wraps her long legs around his torso, enjoying of the feel of his hard on pressed against her core.
His lips ghost over her cheek, settling on her lips, he kisses her hard, his free hand, snaking around her neck, holding her there.
She moans low, and feels his tongue slip into her mouth, moments later, she invites it, his tongue massaging hers, making her feel dizzy, she's not sure if it's the beer or this long overdue kiss.
His hands drift up her crop top, touching her hard nipples through her crop top, she knew she picked a good night not to wear a bra.
She moans into his mouth, breathless as his thumbs rub her perky mounds.
"You like that?" He whispers into the dark, pulling his lips away from hers.
She just nods her head, closing her eyes, his hand pull down the sleeves of her crop top, kissing her collarbone, his tongue collides with her nipple, nibbling at it.
She throws her head back against the tree, a breathy moan escapes her trembling lips.
Her hands entangle in his hair, pulling on it hard.
He captures her lips into a searing kiss, she feels warm a t the pit of her stomach, God she needed him so bad, and he was taking too long.
Let's speed things up.. she thinks, as she rubs her shorts against his hard on.
He groans and closes his eyes, unable to concentrate now, his lips press into her neck and his hands go down south, drifting to her belly button.
She hitches a breath, feeling light headed as he grabs the thin piece of material that is in the way of him final destination. The one he fucked her with not hours ago.
He rips them off, throwing them in the dark somewhere, she feels her wetness against his warm hand, and she wants to blush, knowing that's what the old Elena would do, she rubs her self on his hand, hissing at the pleasure.
He allows her, as his hands tweak her nipples, she moans low, closing her eyes, rocking against him for a second, but it's not enough, it's never enough.
"No one likes a te-." She starts to say but she's cut off by the sound of his belt unbuckling in the dark, she reaches down, needy as she pulls off his pants, along with his boxers.
His member free, and she runs her finger along his shaft as he closes his eyes.
She pulls him into another kiss, feeling him against her, pushing into her, slowly.
Her nails dig into his neck as he eases himself in her.
"You're so tight." He grunts, repositioning himself in her, a little.
Her nails still digging into the back of his neck.
He groans low, holding her by her behind, moving against her, pleasure shoots up her spine as she moves against him.
And their they are, moving against the tree, her nails still digging into the back of his neck, unable to take this pleasure that entering her body.
They stay like that all night, rocking against the tree, she's surprised it didn't fall over on the impact Stefan was moving in her, harsh, rough, thrusts, making her toes tingle and curl.
She bites his neck when he comes in her, and she's soon to follow.
Their both panting against the tree and for a second she never wants to move from this position.
"We got a game to finish." He whispers against her shoulder, biting it.
She takes her nails out of his back as he eases out of her, finding his boxers, and slipping them on.
She finds the leftover cloth of her thong torn in two and she glares at him, slipping on her shorts.
He shrugs his shoulder again, and finds her crop top of her, she takes it from his hands, and slips it on, fixing her sex crazed hair. He does the same, finding the rest of his clothes.
"Truth or dare." She finally says, looking at him, his hair is a mess and his shirt is wrinkles and she can see the faint marks she left on the back of his neck.
He gives her a sexy smile, running his hands through his hair.
"Dare of course." He states, as if it's the most obvious answer in the world.
"I dare you to go rip those guy's heads off." She says with a yawn, pointing the boys that we're eying her in a pathetic attempt for her to go over there.
"With pleasure." He says, and it's almost like he's enjoying tormenting these boys that are oogling at her.
But she knows he's just getting bored and needs a new distraction.
He walks over to them, and starts talking to them, faking a smile, his back to her, and she watches at they all start laughing.
Curiosity gets the better of her as she perks her ears up, struggling to hear the conversation over the loud music.
Suddenly she sees flashes of red, and everyone's screaming as they look in horror.
She glances at Stefan, seeing his lips red, from the blood of the innocent, all four of the heads in his hands.
She looks over at him, grabbing a beer from one of the booze tables, he smirks at her, dropping the heads on the ground, they don't roll like they did in the cartoon she notices.
She raises her red cup to her lips, taking a sip, commending him on his good job following her orders.
He appears over to her in a flash, licking his lips from the blood, which only makes his eyes turn dark and veins protrude from his human face.
"Good job." She murmurs, reaching up to touch his face, but he stops her, his hand rough against her wrist.
It sends shivers down her spine again.
"Truth or dare?" He asks, spinning her around so she was pressed against him.
She closes her eyes, enjoying the heat of his body pressed against hers.
"Truth." She states, and it's barely audible, and she almost can't believe she's picked it.
He laughs at her mocking her she's sure and she feels her face heat up in annoyance.
"Careful Elena, your humanity is seeping through." He states, starting to turn away from her.
She growls lightly, and kicks the back of his knee hard, he falls to the ground in a groan of pain, and she stares at him, her eyes turning black.
He wouldn't make a fool out of her tonight, that's for damn sure.
She sinks down, straddling him, her nose presses against his neck, inhaling his flesh, that held the blood she craved.
He starts to move, but she grabs him by the neck, pushing him further into the dirt.
She wastes no time, taking what she wants as her fangs rise from her gums, she scrapes them against his neck, enjoying the twitching movement his body was responding to this tease.
Now you know how it feels to get teased, you bastard. She thinks as she bites into his neck, hearing a whimper escape his lips. She latches onto his neck, drinking the blood he stole from her earlier that night, he hums low, tangling his hands in her hair, which just drives her crazier, she doesn't stop latching as her cold hand drifts up his red shirt, touching his chest, feeling his rapid heartbeat under her palm.
He groans low, as she drinks, his fingers digging into her scalp, just like she had done to him not even ten minutes ago, but this only spurs her on, as she takes what's hers.
She feels his body shudder underneath him as she takes her pointy fangs under his neck.
The wound closes immediately but it doesn't stop her from lapping up the reaming blood around his neck. She's panting heavily, as the blood hits her system, making her feel great.
He closes his eyes and she presses a bloody kiss to his lips, she pulls back, satisfied and gets up, still watching him on the ground.
"Get up." She whines, and he does, kind of stumbling, she's wondered if she's took too much.
She vamps speed away and brings back a girl with black hair to Stefan.
He stares at the girl, and Elena sees his eyes turning black as he studies the gift she just brought him.
"Elena.." He says her name lowly, as he grabs the girl's wrist, digging his fangs into her, she screams and I put my hand over her mouth, with all my strength. Her nails are digging at my hands but I don't let go, letting Stefan get his fill.
When he's done with her, he grabs the side of her neck, twisting it in an awkward angle, Elena watch as the college girl's lifeless body falls to the floor.
"Let's get out of here." He says, grabbing Elena's hand and she agrees, walking out of this lame party with him.
Eager to see what the night as planned for us.
Thank you for reading! I'm kind of at loss for inspiration for The Truth, so I wrote this instead, to all of you that read The Truth and reviewed, thank you! You guys make me so happy, and I hope you enjoyed this! Let me know if I should continue :)