"It's been a week, Bonnie. There's no way he's still hurt." Elena said,
placing Bonnie's cup of steaming coffee on the table.
"But Elena he's been acting....different. I don't know what it is. Don't you think he's been a little odd'?" She asked, her heart shaped face tilted at an angle as she spoke.
"What?"
"Well he's been real quiet and detatched. You're telling me you haven't at least noticed that?"
Elena sighed. "He has..."
"You see?" said Bonnie as she took a sip of her coffee and made a face as it had obviously burned her.
"But maybe it's just the aftershock." Elena added, folding her arms across her chest. But even to herself the words seemed forced.
"Elena, we've pulled him out of a well half dead, he was practically killed by Katherine and don't forget dying because of Klaus and you talk about aftershock!" Bonnie replied, shaking her head.
Elena felt heat rising in her face as she felt like a child. "Well....I don't know what else it could be."
Bonnie thought for a moment as she sipped the French Vanilla coffee from the mug she held in between her hands. "Hmm. I wonder.." She spoke her thoughts aloud.
One of Elena's brows lifted as she looked quizzically at her friend. "What are you thinking?"
"What if Mrs. Flower's did this to him."
"What for? She wanted him dead." Elena reminded her. "Why put a spell on him?"
"Maybe she just wants to mess around with him."
Elena waved a manicured hand at the comment. "I doubt she'd waste her time."
"She is a powerful witch, though," Bonnie told her friend.
Elena nodded and then she said, "Wait. Damon. What about him? Why not put a spell on him as well?"
"Stefan was her original target. Damon was just a nuisance to her, and so she tried to kill him to gain a little more Power and get him out of the way."
"Yes. So there'd be no need for a spell." Elena nodded again, understanding.
"Now we need to figure out why she put a spell on him."
"A spell on whom?" A distant voice called from the hall and a second later Damon casually strolled in, dark eyes hooded and looking almost bored.
"Stefan. We think that's why he hasn't been himself." Elena told him.
"Yes, he hasn't been the usual saint lately." Damon replied as he took a seat beside Elena, amusement back in his eyes.
"So you've noticed," replied Bonnie.
Damon's hooded eyes opened wider, and something like annoyance surfaced in his eyes and on his handsome features.
"Of course I noticed. Do you think I am a fool?"
Bonnie was taken back slightly, she'd almost forgotten how quickly Damon's demeanor could turn from teasing to intimidating. A fool she was, for the mien she sensed from him was as strong as it always was, waves of Power that radiated from him. She knew how pugnacious Damon could be.
Elena's eyes flickered to Damon in a silent urge for him to condone her comment before the unbridled tension grew to a breaking point. She wondered as well, if there still was hostility due to Bonnie's refrence to his mother.
He looked back at Elena, for a moment the atmosphere in the room was charged with the feeling of being uncomfortable. Then it seemed to waver and Damon leaned back, rather uncaringly as if what had happened was merely a little inconvenience.
Elena cleared her throat, feeling superfluously uncomfortable herself still. "Alright....As we were saying. Something is obviously wrong with Stefan, he's been oddly detatched and rather edgy."
"Hold up a moment. Where is he anyway?" Bonnie asked. Her coffee was forgotten.
Damon shrugged impassively. "Perhaps out looking for some muskrat, knowing my brother."
There was no use in trying to persuade Damon to be serious so Elena didn't attempt to. "You're right. He's probably out hunting because I know he's not in the house. I haven't seen him all morning."
As if summoned by her words the back door swung open and Elena took a sharp intake of breath. A gasp came from Bonnie followed with an, "Oh my God, Stefan!"
Damon looked up at his brother, dark eyes intent and fixedly studying him. Any other time Damon would have wondered if he'd given up his tenacious hold to the sunlight, but now, dark eyes transfixed on his younger brother's face he stood. He knew Stefan would never do something like that. Never. And he knew Stefan would only do this had he been driven by some force he could not control.
Bonnie looked ready to bolt from her chair and she swung her huge round eyes at Damon and saw that he looked seriously concerned, like he had that night in the clearing. There was no concern for what others thought in his mind, only concern for his brother. He didn't look young like he had that night though. His stance was calm and in control as always but Bonnie could detect that feeling of genuine concern.
Elena could only watched, stupefied and horrified at the same time, as Stefan stood in the kitchen. Waves of dark hair were disheveled, green eyes were searing with a burning hunger, sensuous mouth twisted and tinted with blood.
Stefan's eyes held no warmth, only hunger and they were cold as they looked at Elena.
She shivered. Where was Stefan, the one she had once loved beyond words? Stefan with the beautifully lost emerald eyes, soft lips and caring personality. This was not he.
"What have you done?" Elena whispered. The rage and contempt she felt from him was unbelievable. There was an overpowering hunger there as well. It felt vaguely like Katherine's aura had when she'd been chased off Wickery Bridge.
Damon glanced at Elena, concerned for her as well and then he turned back to his brother.
She shook her head; her blue eyes were pained to see him like this. A flutter of panic went through her stomach as she choked out the only words that came to mind. "Oh, Stefan. What did you do?"
"But Elena he's been acting....different. I don't know what it is. Don't you think he's been a little odd'?" She asked, her heart shaped face tilted at an angle as she spoke.
"What?"
"Well he's been real quiet and detatched. You're telling me you haven't at least noticed that?"
Elena sighed. "He has..."
"You see?" said Bonnie as she took a sip of her coffee and made a face as it had obviously burned her.
"But maybe it's just the aftershock." Elena added, folding her arms across her chest. But even to herself the words seemed forced.
"Elena, we've pulled him out of a well half dead, he was practically killed by Katherine and don't forget dying because of Klaus and you talk about aftershock!" Bonnie replied, shaking her head.
Elena felt heat rising in her face as she felt like a child. "Well....I don't know what else it could be."
Bonnie thought for a moment as she sipped the French Vanilla coffee from the mug she held in between her hands. "Hmm. I wonder.." She spoke her thoughts aloud.
One of Elena's brows lifted as she looked quizzically at her friend. "What are you thinking?"
"What if Mrs. Flower's did this to him."
"What for? She wanted him dead." Elena reminded her. "Why put a spell on him?"
"Maybe she just wants to mess around with him."
Elena waved a manicured hand at the comment. "I doubt she'd waste her time."
"She is a powerful witch, though," Bonnie told her friend.
Elena nodded and then she said, "Wait. Damon. What about him? Why not put a spell on him as well?"
"Stefan was her original target. Damon was just a nuisance to her, and so she tried to kill him to gain a little more Power and get him out of the way."
"Yes. So there'd be no need for a spell." Elena nodded again, understanding.
"Now we need to figure out why she put a spell on him."
"A spell on whom?" A distant voice called from the hall and a second later Damon casually strolled in, dark eyes hooded and looking almost bored.
"Stefan. We think that's why he hasn't been himself." Elena told him.
"Yes, he hasn't been the usual saint lately." Damon replied as he took a seat beside Elena, amusement back in his eyes.
"So you've noticed," replied Bonnie.
Damon's hooded eyes opened wider, and something like annoyance surfaced in his eyes and on his handsome features.
"Of course I noticed. Do you think I am a fool?"
Bonnie was taken back slightly, she'd almost forgotten how quickly Damon's demeanor could turn from teasing to intimidating. A fool she was, for the mien she sensed from him was as strong as it always was, waves of Power that radiated from him. She knew how pugnacious Damon could be.
Elena's eyes flickered to Damon in a silent urge for him to condone her comment before the unbridled tension grew to a breaking point. She wondered as well, if there still was hostility due to Bonnie's refrence to his mother.
He looked back at Elena, for a moment the atmosphere in the room was charged with the feeling of being uncomfortable. Then it seemed to waver and Damon leaned back, rather uncaringly as if what had happened was merely a little inconvenience.
Elena cleared her throat, feeling superfluously uncomfortable herself still. "Alright....As we were saying. Something is obviously wrong with Stefan, he's been oddly detatched and rather edgy."
"Hold up a moment. Where is he anyway?" Bonnie asked. Her coffee was forgotten.
Damon shrugged impassively. "Perhaps out looking for some muskrat, knowing my brother."
There was no use in trying to persuade Damon to be serious so Elena didn't attempt to. "You're right. He's probably out hunting because I know he's not in the house. I haven't seen him all morning."
As if summoned by her words the back door swung open and Elena took a sharp intake of breath. A gasp came from Bonnie followed with an, "Oh my God, Stefan!"
Damon looked up at his brother, dark eyes intent and fixedly studying him. Any other time Damon would have wondered if he'd given up his tenacious hold to the sunlight, but now, dark eyes transfixed on his younger brother's face he stood. He knew Stefan would never do something like that. Never. And he knew Stefan would only do this had he been driven by some force he could not control.
Bonnie looked ready to bolt from her chair and she swung her huge round eyes at Damon and saw that he looked seriously concerned, like he had that night in the clearing. There was no concern for what others thought in his mind, only concern for his brother. He didn't look young like he had that night though. His stance was calm and in control as always but Bonnie could detect that feeling of genuine concern.
Elena could only watched, stupefied and horrified at the same time, as Stefan stood in the kitchen. Waves of dark hair were disheveled, green eyes were searing with a burning hunger, sensuous mouth twisted and tinted with blood.
Stefan's eyes held no warmth, only hunger and they were cold as they looked at Elena.
She shivered. Where was Stefan, the one she had once loved beyond words? Stefan with the beautifully lost emerald eyes, soft lips and caring personality. This was not he.
"What have you done?" Elena whispered. The rage and contempt she felt from him was unbelievable. There was an overpowering hunger there as well. It felt vaguely like Katherine's aura had when she'd been chased off Wickery Bridge.
Damon glanced at Elena, concerned for her as well and then he turned back to his brother.
She shook her head; her blue eyes were pained to see him like this. A flutter of panic went through her stomach as she choked out the only words that came to mind. "Oh, Stefan. What did you do?"