La la la, third chapter, here you go!

Kill Elena.

Kill Elena.

Must. Kill. Elena.

Those were the only thoughts going through his head.

"No," Stefan whispered through clenched fangs, fighting internally with himself as his body tried to go up the stairs. He couldn't do this. The compulsion was too strong. He just couldn't do it.

'You did it once, you can do it again,' Stefan thought as he grabbed onto the staircase banister, stopping himself, breathing heavily and gritting his teeth as the pain in his head that was telling him to kill Elena grew and grew.

He couldn't yell to her and tell her to run. Klaus would hear, and if he heard him try to save her, he would probably kill Elena himself. While his feet slowly and unwillingly made their way up the staircase, his hand hit his pocket in his pajama pants and felt something small and solid as he reached forward to grab more of the banister.

Then he remembered.

The last time he wore these pants was when he was with Klaus. And the last time he was with Klaus, he killed someone with a ring on them to keep supernatural beings from killing them. He ripped it off her finger before killing her, and put it in his pocket so no one else could put it on.

And then it hit him.

Stefan forgot all about resisting compulsion and raced up to his room as fast as his legs, and Klaus' compulsion, could take him.

"Stefan?" Elena asked softly from his bookshelf when she saw him stop in the doorway. She was wearing one of his shirts on her body, and probably nothing else. When he didn't answer her, she turned to face him, noticing he was standing a little too close to her for her liking, back together or not.

"Stefan?" She asked uncomfortably, taking a step back. Or at least trying to. He grabbed her hand to keep her in place. She opened her mouth to say something, but before she could even get a syllable out, Stefan's fangs came out and his eyes turned red, smirking at her.

"Stefan!" Elena screamed as his mouth came down on her neck, kissing it quickly before sinking his teeth into her neck. He was fidgeting with her hand, but she batted it away, trying to fight him off. But it was no use. Trying to fight off Stefan was like a baby trying to move a brick wall. It was impossible

"Stefan!" She said in the most blood-curtiling scream as he pulled away. She was weak, but she was still alive. Before she could even take a step away from him, he reached behind him to grab the butcher knife Klaus gave him and stabbed Elena in her small stomach.

And then, everything went black.

Elena awoke with a migraine, a sore neck and a sore stomach. A very sore stomach.

Looking down, she saw dried blood around a hole in one of Stefan's shirt that she was wearing. Panicking, she lifted the shirt up to just under her breasts to check out the spot where the hole was, but all she saw was tanned, smooth, holeless skin.
And then she remembered.

Stefan killed her.

Elena's panic went into overdrive. Stefan killed her. And she's not dead. Did that make her a vampire? No. Stefan told her once that if she turned into a vampire, her fangs would have grown in right when she woke up, and Caroline confirmed that fact.

Elena reached up to rub her forehead, and felt something hard and cold. And it wasn't her finger. She pulled her hand back to look at it, and almost laughed at what she saw.

There, on her pointer finger, was a ring. The kind of ring Alaric has. The one that protects the wearer against supernatural deaths.

That's why Stefan was messing with her hand before! He was putting the ring on her finger!

But after awhile, she turned confused and mad and sad, all at once. Elena still didn't know why Stefan would kill her. The compulsion was broken. Klaus didn't run his life anymore.

Elena grabbed the corner of the desk and tried to pull herself off the ground, wincing in pain from her stomach. She limped over to Stefan's dresser, finding comfort in the fact that even when his feelings were turned off, he still kept her clothes in the drawer he gave her last year, a sign that she could spend as many nights she wanted to with him at the boarding house. When she looked up from buttoning her jeans, Stefan was standing at the doorway, fully dressed, looking uncomfortable in his own skin.

"How... How did the ring work?" Elena asked Stefan. "I can't use one. I'm the doppelgänger of Katherine. So technically, I'm a supernatural being. And supernatural beings can't be protected from other supernatural beings."

"I honestly have no idea." Stefan said quietly, his green eyes never leaving the floor. "A lucky shot, I guess."

"Why'd you do it?" Elena asked as she took a step closer to him. He noticed, because she saw his shoulders tense up, and she saw his muscles coil. When he didn't answer, she asked him more loudly, and firmly. "Why did you kill me, Stefan!"

"I did it because Klaus is back!" He shouted at her, and Elena's heart stopped. He couldn't be. And why would he want her dead? He needed her for his hybrids. Without her, he couldn't make any more.

"What?" Was all Elena could get out.

"He's back. And he doesn't need you anymore, apparently. But I think he's up to something. He can't just be back to be back. He has something up his sleeve. I don't trust him." Stefan said through clenched fangs. He was fuming, and Elena could tell by the way his eyes were just a bit darker, his frown was just a bit deeper, and his fangs were just a bit longer.

"It's okay, Stefan. We'll figure it out." Elena said with a small smile, wrapping her arms around his neck, kissing him quickly. Stefan hugged her back, but Elena could tell that he was still furious.

"Come on." Elena said, letting her hands drop from his neck, trailing them down to his hands, intertwining their fingers. "You have to come over and help me pick out my dress for the Founder's Day banquet."

"That's tonight?" Stefan groaned as Elena walked to his closet and pulled out his tux. She reached down to grab his nice shoes, throwing it all at him. Stefan caught his clothes and let Elena pull him out of his room, down the stairs and out the front door. When he was with Klaus, there was no need to keep track of the time, or the days, or even the months. Now, everything was coming back to him a bit too fast for his liking.

"Yeah. Damon was going to be my date, but you're back so there's no need for that." Elena said with a smile as she got into the passenger seat of Stefan's car, and Stefan had a bolt of jealously course it's way through him. DAMON was going to be her date. If he hadn't come back, he would have had to watch Damon dance with Elena. Damon kiss her hand. Damon walk with her on the Lockwood property, and hold her hand and hug her and tell her all the stories of himself in the 1800s. It would have all been Damon. Not him.

"Are you okay?" Elena asked when she noticed Stefan was gripping the steering wheel a little too hard.

"I'm fine." He said with a slight snarl, which made Elena stay silent the rest of the car ride to her house.

"Let's get me ready, we only have two hours." Elena said with a smirk, reaching over to kiss him.

"Your wish is my command, milady." Stefan mumbled as Elena broke away and got out of the car. "Is anyone home?" Stefan asked as Elena searched her bag for her keys.

"No, Jeremy is in Denver, and Alaric is at his apartment for the weekend." Elena said, unlocking the door, pulling Stefan up the staircase and to her room behind her.

"I like that one." Stefan said, pointing to the emerald green, strapless, floor length one.

"Not this one?" Elena asked, holding up the red dress, identical to the green one.

"Too... risqué." Stefan said with a smile.

"It's floor length!" Elena said with a laugh, already pulling off her sweater and jeans, leaving her in a strapless bra and undies.

"You're beautiful." Stefan whispered, reaching out to gently grab her wrist, pulling her onto the bed under him.

"Stefan, I have to get ready." Elena said with a giggle, even though her body gave away her true feelings and desires of what she wanted. Elena started to kiss her neck, and Stefan was immediately on high alert, the sirens going off. He couldn't. The first time was just luck. He wasn't ready.

"Let's get dressed." Stefan said abruptly, getting off Elena and walking to the other side of the room, his hands covering his face, obviously distressed.

"Okay..?" Elena said it as more of a question, sliding off the bed and grabbing her dress, slipping it on. Stefan was behind her in a heartbeat, helping her zip it up. He placed a kiss between her bare shoulder blades, making her shiver, and then groaned in her mind with an eyeroll. With Stefan still being on edge, it was going to be a long night.

Less than five minutes later, Elena looked up from finishing her hair and make up, and Stefan was fully ready to go. "Ready." Stefan said with a smile.

"You're vampire skills are amazing." Elena said jokingly, hugging his waist. She knew how long it takes for a normal human to get into a tux, and it takes a lot more time than Stefan used.

"Let's go." Stefan said with a wink and a smile, pulling her out of her room and down the stairs.

"And thank you everyone for showing up!" Carol Lockwood said into the microphone, finishing her long, boring speech about the founding families, the same speech she said every year. The crowd erupted in applause, and Elena walked off to look at the artifacts. She ran her fingers over the glass of the first signing at the first Founder's day meeting, spotting Stefan and Damon's name. He fingers lingered over their names a little longer than she would have, thanking whatever spirit was controlling fate, that she still had both of them in her life. Even if Damon was an ass.

"Gets you every time, huh?" Stefan said, sneaking up behind her, snaking his hand into hers.

"Surprisingly, yes." Elena said with a laugh, moving on to the next artifact as Stefan nuzzled her neck. He's seen it all before for the last 200 years. "It's hard to believe that my eighteen-year-old boyfriend has been eighteen ever since 1864.

"Enjoying your night?" A familiar British voice said behind them, making making the two jump, Elena's blood running cold.

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