This one picks up right where the last chapter left off
Shoving the two men away, Elena compelled them to forget about tonight and rearranged her clothes. Soon enough, she was flashing through the woods back into town. Well, not into town, because the boarding house was out on the edge, but at least back into Mystic Falls.
When she arrived, Damon's car was missing, causing her to pout a little, until she figured that he'd be back soon, and if not, she could just entertain herself with Stefan. His car was there, but as she walked inside, she quickly deduced that he wasn't home. Probably out hunting, she guessed, and stepped outside into the backyard. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, trying to see if she could catch the scent of animal blood. There was no point in hanging around if that's not where he was.
Then she caught it, and smirked deviously.
Deciding that if she was going to convince them into carrying out her desires she was going to need to really pull out the big guns, she began heading up the stairs towards Damon's room. He had the best shower, and with the blood dried all over her face and neck, she was going to need a long one. Especially since the boarding house was the only place with vervain free water to bathe in.
Pulling her hair up into a messy bun so it wouldn't get wet, she turned on the water and stepped under the scalding spray. She quickly washed herself, even daring to dip her fingers between her thighs when the ache put there so long ago was still so persistent. With any luck, she'd have a whole new kind of ache down there by the end of the night. She rubbed herself until the scent of her arousal was just about the only thing that could be smelled, and only then did she pull her fingers away. She wanted one of the brothers to finish her off; it would be much more satisfying.
As soon as she shut off the water, she heard Damon's car pulling into the driveway. She smirked even wider when she heard Stefan's voice followed by Damon's. They were arguing about her, but she couldn't care enough to really listen. She was fine, and definitely didn't need either of them to take care of her or even worry about her. Hell, they could do whatever they wanted, because nothing mattered anymore besides feeding and fucking.
Maybe they'd even let her have a taste of their blood…
Their voices continued to grow louder and louder as they argued, coming up the stairs. She guessed that Damon was trying to walk away from the conversation but Stefan wouldn't let up. They just make it too easy.
She stayed completely silent, so much so that not even a vampire would hear her, and waited in the bathroom for the perfect opportunity. They were now in Damon's bedroom, and she decided to actually listen to what they were saying.
"Because it's my fault she snapped the creep's neck!" Damon argued.
"It's your fault because you weren't there for her after it happened!" Stefan barked, sounding angry.
Ooh, angry sex. Angry sex with both Salvatore's…was it her birthday?
Damon scoffed, "Oh, you don't get to lecture me on not being there for her after all you've done. You're forgetting that while you were the one breaking her heart, I was picking up all the pieces and putting them back together!"
"Is that what you're calling it?" Stefan asked in disbelief. "Because from where I'm standing, she—"
"Am I interrupting something?" Elena asked innocently, walking out of the bathroom in all of her dripping wet, naked glory.
She noted with great interest both of their reactions. Stefan quickly diverted his gaze, ever the gentleman, and coughed awkwardly. Damon, his polar opposite, looked at her with wide eyes, unabashedly staring at everything she was offering them. Stefan then looked back at her, and tried desperately—and adorably—not to look at her bare body, but he failed. Miserably.
Shrugging innocently, Elena said, "What? It's nothing neither of you have never seen before."
They were speechless, and she loved their reaction. Perhaps persuading them into this would be easier than she thought…
The easiest one of them to get on board would be Damon, by far. He was so much more experienced in sex, and it didn't take a genius to figure out that Stefan wasn't quite as open to experimentation. He would be her first target, because if she could convince him, then they could pull Stefan in too.
Sauntering up to the black-haired blue-eyed devil, she trailed her fingers down his chest to brush against his groin, which she noted was already hardening. "What do you say we have some fun tonight?" Flashing her most seductive look, she looked to Stefan and added, "All three of us."
She giggled at the bewildered looks on their faces. They were trying to figure out what was going on, which meant their guards were down. She grabbed Stefan's hand in the blink of an eye and shoved him onto the bed, straddling his lap and pinning his arms above his head.
"Don't make me do all the work, here…" She taunted, rocking her hips seductively.
"Okay, that's enough." Damon said, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind and picking her up.
She squealed in delight, "Aw, come on, Damon, you have to share me too!"
He threw her over his shoulder and flashed them into the bathroom. His hand was around her throat as he pressed her into the wall and hissed, "What the hell do you think you're doing here, Katherine?"
"Katherine?" Elena chided. "Ouch. I thought you of all people would know better, but I guess we are identical, after all. I can't really blame you."
His eyes widened and he released her neck, but she stayed in place, moving her hands to his shoulders to try to physically coax him into playing with her.
He shook his head dejectedly and whispered, "What did you do?"
Biting her lower lip, Elena whispered back, "I fixed myself. Now either fuck me, or I'll go see if Stefan wants a turn." If that was her definition of fixed, then he didn't want to know what broken was. She shoved him away from her when he failed to touch her, and he watched with disappointment as she strutted back into the bedroom and called, "Oh Stefan? Where did you go, lover?"
He didn't know the woman in his bedroom anymore. That wasn't his Elena. That was an emotionless bitch that didn't care about anyone but herself.
Easy to see why he assumed it was Katherine, right?
Except even before he made that accusation, he knew it was Elena. Call it blind hope, but he didn't want to believe she had really flipped the switch.
But as he listened to her call for his brother to come join them in bed, he knew that his worst nightmare had just come true.
He wanted to keep Elena as far away from the bad side of being a vampire as possible. It wasn't realistic, and now he was regretting that decision, but it was the only way he could think to keep Elena from breaking. If he would have just talked to her about the switch before, then maybe this wouldn't have happened. Maybe he would have been able to give her some idea of what it was like and how it wasn't worth it.
But he failed her. He never thought that she would even consider flipping it, but he should have known that killing a human would send her over the edge. He never should have let her out of his sight. All of this could have been avoided.
His mind was racing with every possibility of how to get her to turn her emotions back on. There was no way that he could actually let her keep living like that; once her emotions were back on she'd be irreparable. He knew what leaving the switch off for too long could do to a person, and it wasn't pretty. Eventually, it would be nearly impossible to get her to turn it back on. The longer she went without feeling, the worse off she'd be when she came back to them.
And that was why the sooner they could reach her, the better.
Now, what was a sure fire way to get her to feel? Which emotion would she react to the best?
Sure, he could lie to himself saying that his love would be enough to bring her back, but he was no fool. Love wasn't enough to bring a person back from not feeling. No positive emotions were. If you wanted a reaction, then you had to dig deep for the most painful thing that could happen to that person.
As much as he didn't want to hurt her, he had no other choice.
Perhaps he should try grief. Or maybe sorrow, hell, anger might work too. Or better yet, what if he could combine all of them into one, giant super-emotion of pain that would force her to feel?
Well, before he could even start concocting that plan, there was something he needed to do.
Listening for her, he surmised that she was still hunting through the house for Stefan. As much as he didn't trust his brother, the one thing that he'd never do was take advantage of her. He would avoid her like the plague so long as she was like this.
Whipping out his phone, he dialed Jeremy's number.
"Hello?" He mumbled out, as if he was in the middle of eating.
Damon ground out, "Jeremy, I know you're not exactly a stellar student what with all of the drug use, but couldn't you at least have rubbed those two lingering brain cells together enough to know that your sister has completely gone off the deep end while you decided to trust her very new, and very irrational vampire instincts?"
"What are you talking about?" He asked more clearly this time, seemingly unaffected by Damon's tone. He made a mental note to scare the kid a little more to keep him on his toes.
"I'm talking about the person that just walked into my home suggesting that my brother and I have a threesome with her. Now, unless I was desiccated for the past few years and have no memory of what Elena is really like, you need to tell me what in the hell happened to make her flip the switch."
There was a long pause before Jeremy said, "Her emotions are off? She seemed fine, I mean, quieter than normal but she had killed that Shane guy…I didn't think she was that bad off…"
Damon rolled his eyes so hard he gave himself a headache. For being her brother, the kid really was clueless. Gritting his teeth, he managed, "Okay, how it happened doesn't matter. All we have to do now is bring her back, and I'm going to need your help with that."
"Just name it and consider it done." He said.
Damon smirked to himself, "You'll regret those words one day, Little Gilbert."
Elena exhaled deeply, closing her eyes against the dark, starry sky. The cold, hard asphalt from the road beneath her dug into her bony shoulder blades, though she simply placed her hands on her stomach and blocked out the slight discomfort. Nifty little trick that switch was.
Suddenly, anything she didn't want to feel, she didn't have to feel. No more grief. No more guilt. No more pain, betrayal, anger.
All she felt was…content.
And that was more than she'd felt in a long time.
Never before had all of the other bullshit been tuned out. Sure, she'd been happy. That lazy morning she spent giving herself over to Damon, mind, body, and soul had been a happy moment. But that wasn't the only thing she felt.
She felt the guilt of taking so long to admit her feelings for him. She felt the shame for the way she treated him while with Stefan. She felt frustration at the way she was unable to tell him the she loved him until long after that.
The list went on and on.
But now, none of those niggling feelings seemed to hum in her mind. They were all locked in a box, tucked away into the deepest, darkest parts of her mind where not even Damon could reach them.
Right where she wanted them.
After the Salvatore's refused her advances, she decided that they weren't worth the struggle. She certainly wasn't going to get on her knees and beg, because that would require desperation, and that was a feeling exclusive to those that can feel.
She hadn't know what to do after that. Showing her face around town was a no go. By now, everyone and their sister probably knew that her emotions were off, and the second someone saw her they'd drag her back home to try to talk some sense into her. Or maybe they'd even go so far as to torture her into feeling.
She smirked a little at the thought of one of them trying to torture her. They all loved her too much to ever hurt her too bad. Besides, it wasn't like any of them would ever kill her. And that was what made torture work, right? The fear of death was a powerful tool to those that wanted to live.
Elena had wandered through the woods for a while, but quickly deduced that the smoldering fire in her stomach that was hunger wasn't going to be satisfied out there. She got lucky yesterday morning by uncovering those two hikers. So instead of wandering around aimlessly until the sun rose, she had flashed over to the nearest road and sprawled out on her back, staring into the darkness above her.
Oh how she longed to go somewhere else where she wouldn't have to lie in a filthy road to find her next fresh meal. She could just imagine what it would be like to live in a big city where nobody knew who you were and you could so easily blend into the shadows. She could kill as many people as she wanted because in a place inhabited by millions, they were just another face. Nobody would ever notice a nobody had gone missing; not like in Mystic Falls where even out-of-towners were noticed.
She wondered how hard it would be to just—leave. Stand up and start running away from Mystic Falls, see where the road took her. She could drift through the country feeding until red was the only color she could see. She quickly turned that idea down though, because that would get boring fast. She was already bored of partying in bars, and she'd only done it once.
No, that would never entertain her.
What she needed…was a partner in crime. Someone to join her. Someone that wouldn't give a damn about morals or emotions and would be willing accompany her around the world, feeding and fucking as she went. Male or female, it didn't matter in the slightest. She just needed someone that fit the bill and wouldn't try to 'fix' her. Besides, it wasn't like the two of them would never feed and fuck simultaneously. She could imagine herself and a best friend—female, of course—traveling the world and luring men into their clutches to feed from and then fuck. And if her companion happened to be male, well, that was pretty self-explanatory.
While that would be fun, simply nobody here would do. She'd probably have to pick them up along the way, maybe even turn them herself.
The sound of a car driving along the road in the distance caught her attention and she silenced her thoughts. She waited patiently as the hum of the engine grew louder and louder, then it softened as the driver spotted her in the road and slowed down. They didn't shut the car off; they just put it in park and opened the door before their frantic footsteps approached.
Her eyes were open now as she stared blankly ahead, not bothering to look at the woman kneeling next to her, asking if she was hurt. The woman touched her shoulder, shaking slightly and again asking if she had any injuries, and Elena gave in.
She looked over to the woman and frowned slightly, "No, I'm not hurt."
"Then why are you laying in the middle of the road?" She asked curiously. Her auburn hair flowed neatly around her shoulders, her skin pale and smooth. She was young, and her guard was down probably since Elena was female and not a possible rapist. Her heartbeat was steady and free of panic, but that would soon change.
Elena sighed, "Well, it's a long story. One I'm not in the mood to retell."
Her perfectly plucked brows drew together, confusion clouding her hazel eyes, "Oh, um, well do you need a ride somewhere? I'm heading towards Mystic Falls, I can drop you off somewhere there and you can call a friend for a ride if that's not where you're from…"
She smiled softly, "You're offer is sweet, but what I'm interested in from you isn't a ride."
Faster than the girl could blink, Elena wrapped her hand around her throat and blurred them to a standing position. Her fangs tore into the soft, milky skin of her neck, the girl's screams slicing through the calm air sharply. Elena relished in them. They only spurred her on, making her dig her teeth in harder to get more cries of pain so loud that they could be heard for miles. It was a good thing nobody was around to hear.
Eventually the agonizing screams quieted, and her body went limp as Elena gulped down the last of her blood. There was something completely unsatisfying about feeding from someone who wasn't struggling…
She shoved her body to the ground as she cleaned the corners of her mouth, and she whirled around at the sound of a voice from behind her.
"If you were going to go on a killing binge, you could have at least called me first."
She rolled her eyes at Damon, saying, "Oh please. You've gone soft, Salvatore. You haven't killed anyone without a reason in months."
He narrowed his eyes at her words, not liking how true they were, but he wasn't going to admit that to her. "Then what do you say we change that?"
Eying him closely, she considered what his angle was. Damon wanted her emotions back on; of that she was positive. How he was going to go about doing that, she had no idea, but she knew she needed to be careful if she didn't want him to win.
She raised a brow, "You want me to believe that you're suddenly giving up the halo to start killing again? I know the wicked innocence routine, Damon, it's not going to work. No matter what you do, you're not going to get me to turn my humanity back on."
He shrugged simply, "Okay. I never expected to get you to turn it back on. What you feel for me right now is nothing. Maybe some lust, or a lot of lust, but nothing else. Isn't that right?"
"What are you getting at?" She asked cautiously, her mind racing with why he was suddenly being like this.
Smirking, Damon said, "I'm saying that Mystic Falls has just about run its course, don't you think? A sleepy little town like this gets boring real fast. I know you're not going to flip the switch back on for me, and I'm not asking you to. All I'm asking is that you accompany me on a little road trip across the country. Do whatever you want, kill whoever you want, feed from anyone you want. You won't find any objections from me."
"A road trip?" She asked skeptically. "And I'm supposed to believe that you don't have any diabolical plans you'll be executing behind my back?"
"Would you really care if I did?" He countered knowingly.
"Only if this is some convoluted scheme to get me to turn my emotions back on." She shot back confidently.
He blew out a short laugh, "Honey, I don't give a shit what you do with your humanity. It's your life, and you know that I'll love you no matter what. If that means you want to live without emotions, so be it. We can agree on one thing though, and that's that Mystic Falls will never be enough for us. So much bullshit to tiptoe around. I came to this town for one sole reason, and that was to destroy my brother's life. Seeing as how he's done a swell job of doing that on his own, I'd say it's about time to move on to the next great adventure."
She had to admit, his offer sounded appealing. She definitely didn't trust him, but did it really matter? She didn't care about him; he could do whatever the hell he wanted and it wouldn't bother her. And she did like the idea of getting to see Damon in a setting outside of this place where he had to keep himself in check…the man that first came to Mystic Falls seemed so much sexier and desirable now that she knew what it felt like to be so free from trivial emotions.
Feeding around the country with Damon painted a pretty picture in her mind, one that she couldn't deny was tempting. And if Damon did have some ulterior motive, so what? She wouldn't let it affect her, and it wasn't like he could ever hurt her.
A smirk pulling at the corner of her mouth, she said, "You've got my attention."
"Then what do you say?" He asked. "Leave this place in the dust and come with me to a place where you can feed until your heart gives out and nobody will ever know."
"What kind of place is that?" She asked curiously, recalling her earlier thoughts about wanting to get out of town.
He smirked sinfully, a lazy expression on his face, "New York City, baby."
"Can you believe my brother left me, again!?" Rebekah complained, storming into the boarding house like a bat out of hell. Stefan looked up from the fireplace, a rare glass of scotch in hand as he watched her. She stomped her feet on the floors and huffed, "He followed that little wench all the way down to New Orleans without bothering to tell me otherwise!"
"What are you talking about?" Stefan asked, confused.
She put her hands on her hips and glared, "I'm talking about that backwoods, dirty werewolf that's now carrying my brother's child!"
Okay, clearly Stefan missed a few details before that bomb was dropped on him. He stared at her in disbelief, opening and closing his mouth a few times before shaking his head, "Come again?"
Rebekah rolled her eyes, "Can't you keep up for once in your life, Stefan? That Hayley girl that Tyler brought back slept with my brother, who then got her pregnant because he is half werewolf, therefore apparently able to reproduce."
As interesting as that new tidbit was, Stefan failed to see how it had anything to do with him or why Rebekah was in his home. At least this meant Klaus was otherwise occupied, therefore leaving all of them alone.
"And this concerns me because…" He drawled, narrowing his eyes.
"It doesn't." She sneered. "My family's business is absolutely none of yours, but I'm pissed off and you're available, so entertain me."
It took Stefan all of five seconds to decide that he had nothing left to lose by sleeping with Rebekah, so when she kissed him, he just went with it.
They ended up spending the afternoon in his bed, indulging themselves in purely physical sex. Maybe back in the twenties Stefan had felt something for her that had the potential to turn into something more, but after meeting her family and knowing the consequences of involving himself with them, he had no desire to pursue anything serious with her. And maybe he did enjoy the way it pissed off Elena, but that had run its course. Besides, the things Rebekah was saying to her were just plain cruel, and as angry as Stefan was and still is, he couldn't just let everything keep sliding.
Rebekah was a good fuck when need be, but that was all she'd ever be.
Besides, Elena had her emotions off and didn't care about anything. That was more important to fixate on than a naked Original vampire in his sheets.
He couldn't believe he had just thought that.
Still, after Elena chose Damon over him, he found her lack of humanity more important than sex with a beautiful, willing woman.
He wasn't even sure if he still wanted Elena back. She and Damon would break up at some point; he knew that was inevitable. Damon was incapable of having a functioning relationship, and he'd screw it up eventually. But how could Stefan possibly still pursue her when she had deliberately made the wrong choice?
Stefan had been hurting for months as he watched her gallivant around with his brother, tiptoeing the line between friends and lovers. Could he really just forgive her like that and take her back the next chance he got? Didn't he have more self respect than that?
There was no shortage of hard feelings between him and Elena, and as much as he wanted to tell himself that he wouldn't forgive her for them so easily, he knew that it wouldn't be as hard as it should be. Elena was the love of his life; if she ever wanted him back he wouldn't hesitate.
Before he could get too ahead of himself, he shut those thoughts down and climbed out of bed, pulling on his jeans and t-shirt. While Rebekah proved a good distraction to keep his thoughts from wandering to the fact that Damon has taken Elena across the country to do god knows what, it didn't last forever. He needed a drink, so with one last glance at her sleeping form he went downstairs to steal some of Damon's booze in the wine cellar. His stuff was always stronger, and it wasn't like he needed it right now. Hell, he was probably fucking Elena as the thought crossed his mind.
Scowling, Stefan grabbed a bottle of something expensive looking and hoped that Damon would miss it. When he returned to the parlor, Rebekah was awake and lounging on the couch in nothing but his t-shirt. And yes, he knew there was nothing else, because she had one knee bent as her foot rested on the couch, lifting the shirt to show off everything she had down south.
Damn, and here he thought he could get an hour to be alone. But then again, what would he really do during that hour? Brood over Elena and Damon? He was sick of doing that, and if he was going to get drunk, then it might be more fun with some company. Especially the kind that's always down for sex.
Wordlessly, Stefan filled two glasses with a generous amount of the dark amber alcohol and handed one to Rebekah as he sat across from her. She smirked when his gaze not so subtly dropped to between her legs, and she raised an amused brow when his eyes met hers again.
"Thought you could sneak out of bed without me noticing?" She asked playfully, sipping her drink.
Stefan shrugged, "Like I really care."
She eyed him curiously as he stared into the flickering flames dancing in the fireplace. His jaw was tight, his shoulders tensed, and his eyes cold as he hid his emotions. "For a guy that just spent the last three hours getting laid, you sure seem tense."
"I fucked you to pass the time, not relax." He hit back, causing a twang of emotion to slice through Rebekah's chest without her permission.
Maybe her feelings for the man weren't what they were in the twenties, but no girl liked to hear that they were being used.
Coldly, she said, "Well you should really try to relax sometime, Stefan. Maybe it could loosen up that stick in your ass and conversations with you would actually be tolerable."
She stood and made to leave, making it to the edge of the room before she heard Stefan sigh, "Wait." She rolled her eyes to herself, wondering how a guy as nice as him could ever get anything done. He was a pushover. All she had to do was fake a hurt tone and he was crawling right back to her.
He didn't care about her personally, of that she had no doubts, but he was a caring person by nature. He didn't do well with hurting other people's feelings.
She turned around, though didn't move any closer, and crossed her arms, waiting for him to continue.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to be so harsh. I'm just frustrated, you know?"
She padded back over to the couch and sat down, crossing one leg beneath her and reaching for her half filled glass. "Still letting the wonder couple get to you I see. Perhaps you should learn to let go. I've found that avoiding attachments to love has worked rather well for me."
Stefan looked at her skeptically, "So avoiding love is why you stayed around Klaus for a thousand years?"
She gritted her teeth, "That's different. Family's different."
"And Damon's family, as much as I hate it sometimes." Stefan sighed, leaning his head against the back of the couch to look up at the ceiling. "From the day we turned he made it his mission to make me miserable because I forced him to turn. He was so hell bent on dying because Katherine was dead, and she was the reason he wanted to turn. Well, he should be thanking me for it. Katherine was alive, and he spent his existence trying to free her as opposed to dying without her. I didn't deserve half of the stuff he's put me through over the years."
"Welcome to the club." Rebekah agreed, gulping a good amount of her drink. "I've done nothing but love my brother, yet when it came down to it, he would put a dagger in my heart rather than trust me to help him."
"My brother spent the summer seducing my girlfriend and winning her over while I was living through Hell to save his life."
The words spoken out loud felt like a small weight being lifted from his chest. He'd never voiced a single one of those thoughts, knowing that if they ever got back to Elena she'd hate him. If he couldn't have her like he wanted her, then he'd settle for friendship, so long as he didn't lose her.
"You say that like it's all his fault." Rebekah commented. "I think you're forgetting that your dear Elena had a say in it as well. She's no martyr, certainly no better than the rest of us."
Stefan narrowed his eyes slightly, observing her obvious distaste for the girl. "If I didn't know any better I'd say you were jealous of an eighteen year old newbie vampire."
"And I'd say you're in love with one." She shot back. "So I guess we're both at fault here for even giving a second of our time to someone as useless as her."
Stefan blew out a laugh, "You're at fault, Rebekah. I love her. You can't help who you fall in love with, but you have no business being jealous of her. If it weren't for her being the doppelganger, she'd be a nobody just like every other human. Is that really who you're jealous of? A human?"
Rebekah would sooner cut off her own foot than admit that yes, she was jealous of a human. Any human, really. To get to live a life that meant something, that was normal where she could go to high school, graduate, move on to college, meet a nice boy to fall in love with and marry, then start a family in the suburbs with a couple dogs was all she'd ever wanted. She loved children, and had always wanted them. She yearned to be a mother, and have a man that loved her the way he should, that made her happy and would grow old with her. That was the dream; not being a blood sucking demon for the rest of eternity until one of the countless people you've wronged finally discovers a way to kill you.
Instead, she finished off her drink and said, "You're right, I suppose. Why on earth would I ever want to live some mediocre life only to shrivel away and die before I reach the next century?"
Clueless as to her true feelings, Stefan stared at the ceiling again and exhaled, "Besides, you're a better option to share my bed with than Elena right now. It was like looking at Katherine when she showed up here trying to take me to bed."
"And you denied her?" Rebekah questioned, her brows furrowed. "For a man claiming to have found his soulmate, you sure aren't trying too hard to win her back."
Stefan rolled his eyes, "Her emotions are off. All she wants from me right now is sex, if she's bored enough, and there's nothing I can do that will make her turn them back on."
A slow smile curved across Rebekah's lips at the tidbit Stefan unknowingly just shared. Keeping casual, she said, "That makes it all the more fun, don't you think? Just imagine all of the kinky sex you two could be having. Maybe she'd even turn her emotions back on once you got her in bed and showed her how much you love her."
He shook his head, "When she turns them back on, she'd regret it. I won't take advantage of her now and get my way only to have her hate me for it in the future."
"Well she's got to turn them on sometime. Maybe you just need to be there when that happens. She'll see you and go running into your arms like some kind of cheesy romance movie."
A cheesy romance movie that will never be Rebekah's reality, no matter how badly she wished it would.
Stefan chuckled, "This is the real world, Rebekah. Elena's probably in bed with Damon as we speak. He decided to take things into his own hands and take Elena to New York. I guess there's some bar there where Damon practically lived at in the seventies while Lexi tried to get him to turn his emotions back. He's hoping he'll have luck there, unlike Lexi, who almost died because of him. And then he did kill her, by the way."
"Your brother's a dick, I think we can all agree on that." Rebekah said, barely able to contain her giddy smirk.
She just found her weekend plans.