Hiii, hahah. Let's see. I haven't written any fics before, but I read a lot and just wanted to try it out.
In my Story, Elena just had turned and now she doesn't really know who she is anymore, she's struggling with finding that out and thinks that her friends aren't a huge help.
Stefan is blaming himself, just like always, for her death. And now he tries to make everything better, but he's so clouded from all the worrying that somethings may go wrong.
Just read and have some fun. ;)
It was dark and the full moon was shining through the window, of Stefan's bedroom, that Elena was sitting by. Full moon, that meant Tyler was in the Lockwood basement right now, probably already turned and if he got out, he could be a danger to her now, too, since she had turned into a vampire.
Elena sighed and shook the thought out of her mind. She didn't want to think about all of this right now. She just wanted to enjoy her loneliness. This was one of the first moments she was all by herself since she changed, everyone was always surrounding her like a sick kid, worrying about her and asking her about how they could help her. She was fucking sick of it.
And Stefan was the worst, watching her like a spy. Following her step by step as if she couldn't look out for herself, especially now. It was a miracle that he wasn't here in this moment, too.
Elena closed her eyes and leaned back in her chair to take a bath in the pale moonlight as suddenly the door got pushed open and Elena's hopes of not having to see Stefan tonight vanished.
Stefan stormed into the room with a blood bag in his hand. Elena didn't even have to open her eyes to notice there was blood in the room, she smelled it.
A deep sigh came from her when she opened one eye slightly to look at Stefan who was standing expectantly in front of her.
Elena's eyes wandered down to look at the blood bag in his hand before she looked up at him again and lifted an eyebrow at him. "What do you want?" she asked him half hearted.
And she leaned back into her chair to relax and close her eyes again. She wouldn't let him ruin this night.
"You didn't eat today, Elena you have to feed!" Stefan said, with a hint of anger in his voice. He couldn't believe how careless she was sitting there, as if he wasn't in the room.
Elena's eyes snapped open and she rolled them to herself. "I didn't feel like it. I'm not hungry... but thanks." she elevated her shoulders in a sly shrug as she tossed her hand up to gesture him to leave.
She didn't feel like it? She wasn't hungry? What was she talking? She was a vampire, they were always hungry!
"You will eat." Stefan said, raising his voice a little at her to make sure she got what he said. "Now!" he added. But Elena just shook her head and starred outside at the moon.
Maybe if she ignored him he would just leave. She really hopped so, she couldn't stand a fight with him, right now. He was just annoying the crap out of her. All she wanted was to be alone, all by herself, but no one here seemed to get that.
The moment when Stefan stepped in front of her, Elena got even more pissed.
"Elena.." he sighed sadly. "Please."
Elena turned her head away so she wouldn't have to look at him and his face. It looked so pained every time he talked to her since she had drowned. Elena knew that Stefan blamed himself for her death, but it hadn't been his fault. She chose to die down there, in the car, under water, to save Matt's life.
And Damon's speeches about how he should just have given a fuck about Elena's decisions made it all even worse. He really wasn't a good brother.
Elena felt so sorry for Stefan, her insides wanted to cry and just break down, in his arms. Feel him, love him, touch him, be with him. But her outsides were keeping the perfect charade, she knew she always looked like she felt nothing anymore. But it wasn't like that, she felt it, but she wouldn't show it.
Stefan let her snap back to reality as he grabbed her chin forcefully. "Are you even listening to me?" he asked her angrily and Elena just glared at him.
Her eyes brown bore into his green ones. It was like a battle and no one of them would lose it, they knew that for sure.
"You don't want to eat, do I get this right? I'm asking you for the last time now, Elena." Stefan said, leaning in closer to her. "If you don't take the blood now, I'll get Damon. And we both know he will make you drink that!" he reached his arm out towards Elena. The blood bag in his hand. "So?" he asked, and tilted his head a little as he looked at her.
She knew he was right. There was no opportunity for her now. If he got Damon, she would be forced to drink that bag and probably even more.
So she grabbed the bag bitterly and in a quick motion from Stefan's hand to sink her fangs in it. She still wasn't used to the feeling of her teeth expanding so she could rip things or bodies open. Elena closed her eyes and consumed the liquid out of the bag eagerly. The veins under eyes shoot out and her eyes turned dark red.
Stefan closed his eyes briefly in relief. He was glad that she had agreed before he had to pull Damon into his, he hated to watch how Damon handled her. He was way too rough.
He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to Elena's forehead and he could feel how she pulled slightly away from his touch. That pained him so much. She just wasn't his Elena anymore. And that was what he had always feared the most about her turning into a vampire.
But Stefan knew she still was there, she just needed some time.
Elena pulled away from the now half-full blood bag and looked up at Stefan. "Done." she said. Of course she wasn't done, the bag was still half filled, but she did it, just in protest, because Stefan had forced her to drink.
Stefan looked down at the bag and shook his head in disagreement. "I don't think so. Finish it." he ordered softly, even though his patience had already faded.
But Elena didn't want to, so she pushed the bag against Stefan's chest and some blood splashed out of it and dropped on his shirt. "Forget it." She said and pushed him away to stand up.
Stefan rolled his eyes annoyed. "Finish it, or I'll make you drink the rest, and you and I, we both don't want that!" he explained to her.
Elena was standing in the middle of Stefan's bedroom now. She lifted her arms up to cross them stubbornly over her chest as she turned around to glare at Stefan.
"I said, forget it! I told you I wasn't hungry." Elena told him, frowning.
Vampires were always hungry, Stefan reminded himself, because he almost believed her.
"Elena, let's not play this game." he sighed, clearly annoyed with her protesting.
Elena cocked an eyebrow at him. "I'm not playing any games, Stefan. I just don't want to feed on that blood bag right now. And now leave me alone." She looked over to the door, she wanted him to leave.
That was enough. He wouldn't let her win this time. She couldn't push him around like this. She was a vampire now. And she had to lear what that meant, feeding was the only real important thing, right now.
"Bed!" Stefan demanded loudly. She wouldn't feed? Fine, he'd make her. Even if it was more than hard for him.
Elena let out a humorlessly laugh at him, what was he thinking? She wouldn't just do what he said, she wasn't a puppet. "No!" she yelled at him.
Not even ten seconds and he stood in front of her, face to face, only inches between their bodies were left. Vampire speed was so helpful sometimes.
Elena wanted to step back, but Stefan had already a tight hold of her arm, pulling her closer to him. He started to walk backwards towards the bed, Elena tired to struggle away from him but she was helplessly against him. He was older and so much stronger than her.
"Let me go!" she split out at him when they reached the bed and she fell onto it on her back.
But Stefan ignored her words, he couldn't listen to what she had to say right now, it would hurt him too much. He needed to concentrate on feeding her.
So he leaned down over her and looked sadly down at her. "Elena, make this easier, just drink the damn blood." he asked her calm.
Elena couldn't think, all she wanted was to get away from him now, he had made her feed on blood before, and she didn't like the memory of that.
"Monster! Let me go!" she called out harshly and struggled again against him. Her fists flew against his chest with strong hits. If he hadn't been a vampire she would have probably broken him a rib. But he was a vampire, so every bruise vanished immediately after Elena made it.
Stefan knew she didn't meant what she said, she was just mad and overwhelmed. So he lifted his free hand and cupped her face with it while he held the blood bag in the other hand.
"Elena.." he said quietly and brushed his thumb over her cheek while she struggled under his body. His gentle touches made her stop after a few seconds and she looked up at him, panting from all the fighting.
"I love you." Stefan whispered and let his thumb run over Elena's lower lip. "I always will.." he said and pushed his thumb between her lips to force her mouth open. He hated this, why was she so stubborn?
He hoped his words may had reassured her, but his hopes were in vain. Elena just started fighting again, she even bit down on his thumb and made it bleed. She kicked her legs around, tried to turn her head away and pushed against his body with all the strength she could bring up, but it didn't help, Stefan had her pinned against the bed.
And she then felt the cold liquid running over her tongue and down her throat. Stefan squeezed the blood bag and all the rest slipped down into her body. All Elena could do was swallow it, because there was no chance for her to escape Stefan.
Once he was done and the bag was empty, he got up from her and sighed deeply and full of sadness. Elena turned away from him, so her back was facing him and wiped her mouth in his bed sheets.
"Was this really necessary?" He asked Elena quietly. He regretted what he had just done. But it had to be done.
Elena just kept quiet. She wouldn't talk to him, he didn't deserve to be talked to. Stefan should just have left her alone. There was no need in doing this. It was not that it pained her that he had pushed her onto a bed and forced her to drink the blood. She didn't mind that at all. It was even nice to feel him again, for her, but it hurt her that he didn't let her the choice to say no to the blood in the first place.
He was the one that always let her chose.
Stefan understood, she gave him a silent treatment. He was a okay with that. But he didn't want her to be all alone.
"I'll get Caroline for you..." he murmured to himself and turned on his heel to walk out of the room. Leaving Elena to herself and her own darkness.
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