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Elena POV

I realized that Damon was back when his weight pressed against me over the covers. My eyes stayed closed; I was really tired.

I sighed happily, practically purring.

My arms sneaked out from underneath the blankets to pull him closer.

I ignored the suspiciously cool presence radiating off of Damon.

My arms wrapped around his neck, and in response he settled each of his legs on either side of me. Roughly, he kissed down my neck.

I was shocked, though, when his hands started to slowly creep up my shirt. What was he doing? Damon knew my boundaries.

Surprised, I opened my eyes. Instead of meeting the bright loving blue eyes that I had expected, I met cold green ones that were darkened in amusement. Stefan?

Oh, god. It was Stefan. He was the one on top of me.

At first I did nothing. I had many dreams of Stefan in the past. What was different about this one?

But, even in my drunken state, common sense came to me.

In all the dreams, Stefan was as warm and caring as he was four years ago. He had a conscience; he respected my boundaries as well as my space.

This Stefan seemed like the exact opposite. This Stefan was dark and cold and emotionless; too real to be a dream.

I scrambled out from underneath him. Shifting across to the other side of the bed frantically, I was gasping in alarm.

Stefan smirked evilly. "Long time no see, honey."

He was definitely different. Stefan had the exact same appearance as he did four years ago but somehow, he was…different. The expression on his face was something that I had never seen a glimpse of in the old Stefan. This vampire was a cold-blooded monster; an emotionless monster. He even looked hungry. Was this the real Stefan?

And the menacing presence was so intimating and demonic that my first impulse was to flee.

And so that's what I did.

Without wasting another second, I scrambled for the door. My hand enwrapped the door handle and, gratefully, I pulled it open—

Stefan's hand came down on the door with a thud and the door slammed shut. A low chuckle hummed behind me.

Aw, God. I was trapped between Stefan and the shut door, with his hand keeping the door closed and me facing the door nervously. I refused to turn around.

Shit. Where was Damon when I needed him?

I could feel Stefan's cold breath on the back of my neck. I involuntarily shivered.

"You forgot to say hi," Stefan whispered in my ear, making those simple words sound like a curse.

I didn't respond. I was too terrified to turn and meet his eyes.

"Say hi," he demanded in a sharper voice.

I was trembling uncontrollably. "H-hi," I murmured quietly. I suddenly tried to find the wooden door in front of me fascinating.

At first, Stefan didn't respond. Then, slowly, he slid his hand down the wall until his hand was aligned with my face. Then, even slower, his hand left the wall to gently stroke my cheek, his knuckles grazing across my skin. I shuddered underneath his touch.

"Say it to my face," Stefan whispered in a soft scary tone.

Turn around and look at him? Meet his eyes without cringing or wanting to roll into a fearful ball? I didn't think so.

Stefan's fingers grabbed my cheek roughly. "To my face."

Hesitantly, I started to lift my head from the wall. I started to turn inch by inch, with my eyes tightly shut, until I was completely facing Stefan.

His shivery cold breath hit my face. "Open your eyes."

Trembling, my eyelids started to rise little by little, uncovering my terrified eyes patch by patch.

My breath caught when I met Stefan's dead eyes. I had seen them earlier, but they were a distance away. Up close, I could see every little detail. They were ice-cold, emotionless, and purely evil. The sighed of them made me want to die instantly.

Smiling, Stefan leaned down until his cheek was resting against the side of my neck. Gasping, I leaned against the wall for support.

"Why is your heart beating fast?" he asked almost innocently. Though we both knew it was anything but innocent.

I was chocking on my words.

"Elena," Stefan lifted his head to meet my eyes filled with fear, "you wanna know something?"

I waited for him to continue. It wasn't like he was waiting for me to respond.

"You know your aunt Jenna?"

I refused to meet his eyes. Stefan was probably about to pry about how she was, which would bring me to tears. I had to stay strong.

"I killed her."

I suddenly had trouble breathing. My hands went to my chest while I hyperventilated with short gasps. I collapsed in shock.

Stefan was obviously satisfied and amused with my reaction. He stepped back. "Yup, I ripped her throat out. Alaric was with his Annalise brat at the toy store and your aunt was doing laundry. When she had seen me, the fear and confusion in her eyes was unforgettable. Like everyone else, she knew I had died."

He smirked. "And I made sure death was slow for her."

I whimpered.

"Elena!" a voice behind the door shouted. It was Damon's voice.

The door slammed open to reveal a pissed off and desperate Damon. His expression immediately turned concerned when he noticed me lying on the ground, curled up in a ball.

He came to my aid. "What did you do to her?" Damon demanded Stefan.

Stefan just smirked and disappeared.

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