Disclaimer: I still don't own it... I can only dream of owning the Vampire Diaries. I'm gonna stick one of these in every chapter...
I'm updating as I go along...It may not be consistant, but I have a busy schedule this weekend and the week after that, so I'm trying... I know that Stefan seems a little ooc in this story, but truth be told, I never really liked him. Delena forever!
Chapter 2
APOV
I wonder what happened to Stefan in all of this...
He was agitated. No, scratch that. He was beyond pissed. Stefan was pacing back and forth in his room. He had thrown his drink against the wall after Damon left in a fit. 'What does he know? He's filling Elena's head with the idea that being a vampire, being this person, is good for her! She's not the girl I love anymore, and I need to do something about it. She wasn't meant to be this person! It's all Damon's fault!' He was obviously upset...big time.
Stefan finally stopped pacing and grabbed his jacket. Being a vampire, it doesn't take long for you to sober up, so Stefan was slowly losing his buzz. He left the house and slammed the door behind him. 'If Damon thinks he can get away with this, he's got another thing coming. I'll get her back, even if I have to force her to take that cure!'
By the time he got to Elena's house, Damon was almost finished with dinner. They were still in the kitchen. Elena was sitting on the island, and Damon was stirring something in a pot by the stove. (A/N: I use a lot of prepositions...) Stefan was looking through the window at them. They were both smiling. Damon had Elena try the white sauce from the pot, and smirked in satisfaction after she said something. He couldn't stand to look any longer. He went around to the front of the house and slammed open the front door...
In the house...
Elena was having a great time! All thoughts of Stefan had been shoved to the back of her brain, where they wouldn't bother her. She sat and watched as Damon cooked. He knew where everything was, and he seemed to be a master in the kitchen. She pushed Damon back over to the stove and laughed. He smirked and opened his mouth to say something, before a crash was heard at the front door.
Damon had Elena on her feet behind him in a flash, ready to fight off whatever was in the house. Stefan stormed into the room, but stopped short when he saw them. He took a deep breath, then said, "Elena, Damon has been filling your head with lies. Come with me and I can make it all better. You don't have to be confused anymore! You can go back to being human, grow old, have a normal life! That's what you wanted, remember? You wanted to be human, and be with me. I can give you what you want!" Elena looked down and tucked herself farther behind Damon.
"Stefan, you're acting crazy! I think you need to leave, take some time to calm down and get over this. Come back when you've thought all this through. In the mean time, Damon is going to take care of me. I'll be safe with him, okay? Just go home." Elena closed her eyes and waited. She felt Damon move foreward slightly, and fisted the back of his shirt.
"Yeah Stef. I'll keep away the baddies. You get home and eat a few bunnies, okay?" He sounded so calm, Elena had to stop the smile that was threatening to break out on her face. What? He's funny! Damon was worried. He hadn't seen Stefan like this in a loooonng time. He never showed it though. Stefan looked godsmacked. He turned around and walked out.
'It'll take some time to convince her. That's fine, we have time. I'll get her back, it'll just take a while. It'll all work out.' Stefan knew in some part of his brain that he was being irrational, but he didn't care. If he couldn't convine her, he'd get her friends to help. They didn't want her to be this way either, they would help get her back.
Later...
Damon took Elena back to the bordinghouse. He figured they'd be alone there, Stefan wouldn't be back for a couple days. Maybe they'd have some peace. They were sitting on the couch, Elena turned sideways, her legs resting across Damon's lap. They just sat. They were comfortable with the silence.
Elena heard a shuffle by the door. Damon, who was almost asleep, startled awake. A giggle sounded through the room. They got up off the couch, looking around to see who it might be. Another laugh sounded by the doorway. They looked in time to see long, dark brown hair disappear behind the wall. They followed the sounds of girlish laughter to a door. Damon froze, eyes wide and jaw dropped. It was actually quite comical in Elena's opinion.
"Damon? What's wrong?" He shook his head, and muttered, 'It can't be..' He opened the door and entered the room. It was a bedroom. The walls were a deep purple, black curtains drawn open. The four poster bed had a canopy, light blue with metal stars along the edge. the comforter was a rich, royal purple with a random embroidered design. On the bed sat a girl. She looked about 15, fair skin and long hair. She looked at Damon and he made a strangled noise in the back of his throat. Her hazel eyes held amusement, and the smirk on her face reminded Elena of Damon.
Damon cleared his throat. "What are you doing here, dear sister?" She laughed.
"Oh, dear brother. Can't I visit my own home? It's good to see you." The smirk was back on her face. Damon smirked right back.
Elena looked back and forth between the two. "Sister?"
