Hey people! This is my first time writing vampire diaries though I've considered doing it before, ive just never really got around to it. Anyway I have a long flight ahead of me, and this idea go stuck in my head! Imma just shut up now.

This shall be quite short. My apologizes

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Crawling back to you

From the outside it looked like a completely normal town, an outsider would have no ideas the pain and fear that had been rocked through streets, how many had lost there lives, how many that had lost so much more than that. Family, friends, loved ones, everything. But standing at the top of the hill, leaning against his car, and looking down at the tiny city, Stefan Salvatore felt no remorse the parts he had played in the peoples of Mystic Falls sufferings. Why should he? They meant nothing to him. He had no reason to give them his pity, why should he have to fight his nature to keep them happy? Safe? No, they didn't deserve it. This town had taken everything from him not once but 2 times. If anything it owed him. It had been nearly two decades since Stefan had been to Mystic Falls. He still knew the small streets like the back of his hand, and the path to her home was permanently etched in his mind. He didn't even have to think about where he was going, knowing that his scenes would lead him to her doorstep. As he pulled up to the curb he wondered what he'd find inside. It had been so long. What would she look like now? How would the years have treated her. Who she be the same way he remembered? No she couldn't be. It had been to long, she would have changed, one way or another. He knew she would be waiting for him, she would always be waiting for him right? He was never worried about her suddenly not being there. In his mind she was always there, sitting at her bedroom window, waiting for him to return. So when he opened to door to the Gilbert house and found it deserted, his mind was sent for a loop. He searched every room. Someone had been here recently, as early as today. The surfaces were clean of dust, the fixtures polished. But something was wrong. It no longer felt like her home. Looking closer he realized that the items in the dwelling didn't belong to the Gilberts. It was all different. Someone else was living here. That can't be right! He could still enter, so the house still belonged to her. There was only one other place she could be. But why? The Only reason he could think of was that she had wanted to be closer to him. That had to be it. She had been over whelmed with the grief of missing him, so she decided to go there. He drove quickly recklessly. He pulled up the place he had called his home all those years ago, He slammed the car door shut, in the hopes that she would hear, and know what he had finally come. It had been fifteen years since he killed Klaus. Fifteen years since he left town, no warning, no note. He was just gone. Fifteen years he had spent tracking down and killing every single Hybrid Klaus had ever created. Now he was back, ready to reclaim his town. He was different. Different from the man she had fallen for. Different than the monster Klaus had turned him into. He had once again changed. During his absence, he became someone else. For once he had created himself without anyone else's help. Not his Father, Not Katharine, Not Lexi, Klaus, or even Elena. He was simply himself, but un benounce to him he was more or less the same monster that had served faithfully beside Klaus. For Klaus had never truly changed him, only brought out the true man, that had been buried under the layers of fakeness that he had covered himself in. The flung the front door open confidently, he attempted to continue forward, but was stopped, as if he had just walk head long into a wall. HE tried again, and once again he was un able to enter the dwelling. This couldn't be right. The boarding house belonged to him. Him and the other Salvatore's. He banged his fist against the invisible wall. This couldn't be real. But it was. He had no way into the house, and he knew, he could scene that she was in there. She would be in his room. He was positive. He would go to the window, and she would tell him what was going on. Why he couldn't enter his own house. He ran around the house to the other side, jumping and landing on his window sill. This was where she would be. She would want to be there, in a room filled with his things. Items he had touched and used. So when he peered through the curtains to find the room empty, the bed un slept in, and a heavy layer of dust , covering his belongings, he knew something was wrong. No one had been in his room since he had left. Nothing had been touched, moved, clung to. So many nights he had imagined her there. In his bed, clinging to his blankets, hoping to catch the slightest whiff of his sent that faintly remained in his sheets. Nothing. But why? Why had she never entered? Was it to painful? Could she not stand the memories of all the time they had spent with each other there. That had to be it. But then something hit him, a horrible thought. It couldn't be. There was no way. But what if it was? He rushed around the outside of the house, looking through every window, avoiding a certain few. Begging that she was somewhere anywhere, but that one room. So when he had looked through every window, but those selective few, he knew that his newly found fears were no longer just worries but reality. He knew what he was going to see when he looked through the window, but he still wasn't prepared for it. There she was. Wrapped in the arms of another, his bother. She was the same. In the fifteen years that he had been away she hadn't changed at all. Hadn't aged a day. She was immortal, but it wasn't him she had changed for, but the man he once swore to protect her from. His bear arm was draped across her naked torso, the sheets pulled up under her arms, which lay above the cover, her fingers interlocked with his. A gold band, wrapped around her finger. He could imagine the day. Her dress would have been simple, but looked absolutely stunning on her thin figure. Her brother would have walked her down the isle, of the small white church in the center of town, everyone would we gathered inside, Eger to see their union, for so long they had thought it would be the other Salvatore that would marry the Gilbert girl, but they were proved wrong, as she announced her intentions of marrying the older brother. The large oak doors would open, as she glided town the isle, on the arm of her only remaining family. He would be waiting at the front, Alaric at his side. He would have looked up as doors open, and a bright smile would spread across his face, and the piercing blue of his eyes met the warm brown of hers. When they finally reached the front of the church, her brother would kiss her cheek before placing her hand in that of her soon to be husband, and taking his place standing behind Alaric. They would exchange vows, about how he had changed her into a man he wanted to be, and stirred him away from the dark path he had been on. How she had faced so much pain in her life, and how he had brought light back into her life. They would kiss, and be pronounced Mr. and Mrs. Damon Salvatore. Mrs. Elena Salvatore. When Stefan had imagined Salvatore as her last name, he had never dreamed that Damon would he in what title in his place. Stefan than realize all the things he had done wrong. Assuming that she would always wait for him. That he had been the only thing that mattered to her. He had only given his brother the opportunity to become her hero, to save her from the monster that was himself. HE had put her through hell, more than once. Acted as if he hadn't cared, he soon realized that he didn't. That when he had threatened to drive her off wicker bridge. He knew that if Klaus hadn't given in he would have done it. Driven her over the edge of the place where her parents perished. He hadn't cared. Not cared what that would have done to her, for in that moment the only thing on his mind had been destroying Klaus. That was all he cared about for the past fifteen years. First destroying Klaus, than destroying everything that he had created. Giving Elena the back seat. Foolishly thinking she would wait for him. How wrong had he been. He wanted to hate her, to hate both of them. But he knew that this was his fault. He had told her… demanded her to move on, but never in his wildest dream did he think that she would, especially not to his older brother. As he watched them sleep, there bodies curled to come one another. Blissfully happy and unaware of his presence outside the window. His heart began to break, its pieces falling through his chest. He turned on the ceil to leave, but quickly turning back, and smashing the window in with his fist, awakening the couple, he ran into the night past his car, through the woods, away from his home, and the girl he still loved.