A/N: Thank you all so much for reading, and enjoying :) I've decided to continue this, only as a series of semi-unrelated one-shots about Stebekah (official name, hahaha), and it'll only be updated when the two inspire me. This one takes place after episode 3x05 (The Reckoning) so, if you haven't seen it, there are spoilers, so beware! Anyway, read, review, and enjoy!

There's a Light that Never Goes Out

"So, your brother and the doppelganger- that's lovely," Rebekah said, as she lay back propped up on her elbows on Stefan's bed, as he buttoned his shirt in the mirror.

When he walked in on Damon and Elena's conversation a week ago, and he heard Damon promising never to leave Elena's side again, he wanted to rip his fucking throat out; not because cared, but because he was annoyed, and he was on edge.

That night in the gym when Klaus compelled him was, without a doubt, the hardest night of his life. The look in Elena's eyes when he told her to "run," and the screams that escaped her throat when his teeth sunk into her throat- they replayed over and over in his mind.

He never wanted to do that; he didn't want to hurt her, but he was forced to. Needless to say, it would've angered him more, a lot more, if he were allowed to care.

But he wasn't- as far as he was concerned, what he and Elena had was as dead as he was.

"What do you think of this one?" he asked, ignoring her remark, and turning to face the blonde to show her his new shirt.

"Why are you getting all dolled up? We're just going to school," she said hastily and he shrugged.

"So, what, that means I shouldn't put my best foot forward? It's senior year," he said with a grin and she rolled her eyes.

Truth was, he couldn't give a shit about Mystic Falls High School or it's senior year- but as per Klaus' orders, he was to keep an eye on Elena, and what better way to do that than look after her at school?

Rebekah was still around to make sure that he actually did it, and didn't defy them, again.

"You're just pretending you don't care about Elena; it's not going to work," she said bluntly.

"I don't care about anything or anyone, Rebekah," he replied.

"Not even me?" she challenged, as she twirled a blonde strand of her hair.

"Not even you. You have your brother to thank for that," he answered and she let out an exasperated breath.

"You don't have to care about me to be attracted to me."

Stefan continued to fix the collar in his shirt, as he thought about Rebekah's words.

Ever since she'd met Elena, she had been going off on some crazy, jealousy kick. If the words coming from her mouth weren't nasty insults about the doppelganger bitch, they were about Stefan focusing his attention on her. Surely, he thought after Rebekah realized everything about Elena, regarding her still being alive, and having to keep her alive to create more of Klaus's hybrids, she'd hate him forever and banish him from her thoughts.

But she hadn't.

If anything, it made her try even harder- Rebekah seemed to crave his attention, even more, now that she met Elena, and it was a bit intriguing.

Maybe she saw it as a competition, maybe she saw it as a game. Either way, Stefan was just along for the ride at this point. Or so he told himself.

"I'm a ripper, Rebekah. The only thing on my mind is blood," he said, and the blonde sighed.

"For a ripper, you're a bit stuffy," she noted, and he turned around to look at her.

She had a challenging smirk on her face, as her long legs cascaded over his sheets, highlighted by the shorts she was wearing. Her blonde curls fell down her back, and her skin looked smooth, as she seemed to glow in the early morning sunlight.

"For such a powerful Original, you're a bit of a whiner," he said, and Rebekah was instantly to her feet with her hands wrapped around his throat, and his body slammed against the wall.

He could hardly breathe as the blonde snarled in his face, with deep red eyes and piercing fangs emerging from her mouth.

"Keep testing me, Mr. Salvatore, and I won't hesitate to send a stake straight through your heart, servant to my brother, or not. I believe I've shown you I mean business," she whispered, as she tightened her grip across his throbbing vein.

"Oh, that crowbar through the stomach thing? Pretty weak," he taunted in a strained voice, as he remembered that night, and she frowned as she pushed him harder, and dug her fingernails into his skin, as she stared into his emerald eyes.

"You're lying, I hurt you."

"How can you tell? Oh, that's right, you're flawless intuition doesn't work against me anymore, because I don't feel a thing," he said and she scrunched her brows in a scowl as she looked up at him. "Not for you, not for anyone. It seems that Klaus compelling me not to feel screwed you over. I wonder if he did it on purpose," he spat, and she sent her palm across his cheek, as a loud slap echoed in his room.

Rebekah eyed him intently before she released her grip and turned around to walk away, but Stefan grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her in closely towards him.

"Oh, are you mad? You have to care to be mad, right?" she asked angrily, as she cocked her head, and he only let out a low growl through his lips. "C'mon, we're going to be late for class. I wouldn't want your little doppelganger to get away from you," she urged, and her speech was cut off when he pressed his lips to hers.

Stefan placed his hands on her face to hold her close, and Rebekah moaned against his mouth as his tongue enveloped hers during the urgent kiss. He breathed heavily when he pulled away, and Rebekah stared back at him for a few seconds before she smirked.

Got him.

In a flash, they were on the bed, and he hovered over her, with deep red eyes, and a lusty expression that would've been enough to send anybody over the edge.

"Someone's bold," she said, and Rebekah looked up at him curiously. "You react when you're provoked, good to know," she said and he inhaled slowly as he brought a hand to her cheek and caressed it slowly.

"You're unmistakably good at that," he said lowly, and she pursed her pink lips.

"Don't be nasty," she quipped, and he placed his mouth on her throat, slowly kissing across her skin.

"Are you sure about that, Bex? Because I can be really nasty," he whispered, and she bit her lip as his teeth grazed her skin.

Without another word, Stefan's shirt was off as Rebekah tore through the buttons, and he fingered the zipper on her shorts after he grabbed her thighs and ran his hands roughly across her skin.

His kisses trailed up her throat to her jawbone, and Rebekah gripped his brown hair tightly before she pulled his face into hers, and joined her tongue with his. Stefan pulled away long enough to nibble at her ear, and she moaned against his shoulder as she clutched onto his bare back.

Rebekah flipped him beneath her, and he yanked her blouse over head with ease as she straddled his lip, gripping her chest and running his fingertips along her skin.

He paused for a second to run his fingers through her curls, as they stared at one another. Her soft, big, blue eyes were something magical, the way they glowed against her skin. Perfectly round, and equally curious, her eyes were probably Stefan's favorite thing about her.

Rebekah interrupted his thoughts when she ran her finger across his sculpted shoulders slowly, all the way up to his lips. He caught her finger lightly with his teeth, and she grinned.

"Keep looking at me that way, and I'll have to tell Nick that his compulsions are rusty, and you haven't completely turned it off," she warned, pulling her finger away, as he gripped her waist aggressively.

"Who says I haven't turned it off? Besides, you wouldn't dare, you're having too much fun," he taunted with a devilish grin.

She smiled when he moved her beneath him again, and reached for the buckle on his jeans.

He didn't know what he felt for Rebekah; desperation, love, passion, hungriness, or sheer boredom- either way, he decided he was going to have fun exploring it.

His thoughts were cut short when the door abruptly opened, and Stefan huffed as he stared at Damon's demanding eyes that glanced between his brother, and the woman in his bed.

The raven-haired man crossed his arms as he leaned cockily against the doorframe, with an eyebrow raised, and Stefan stared at him, just as intently.

"Do you mind, Damon?"

"No, I don't, actually.

"Well, I do," Rebekah said, as she pushed Stefan off of her, and sat up, staring at Damon nastily.

"Shouldn't you be at Mystic Falls High, getting your stalker on, with Elena?" Damon asked, staring at his brother.

Stefan ran his tongue across his teeth.

"And shouldn't you be there as well, 'never leaving her side, ever again?'" Stefan asked, mimicking his brother's words from the other day.

"Consider me tactful. I figured I should be keeping an eye on you as well," Damon said.

"You can also consider yourself annoying," Rebekah chimed in, as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"Aw, thanks Rebekah, I've been waiting for to give me a glowing review," Damon said sarcastically. "Anyway, I think that you should thank me, Stefan. Just because you've turned it off doesn't mean you won't be able to eventually turn it back on, and regret everything that you're doing right now," Damon said and Stefan stared at him quietly, as if he were considering his words. "But please, don't let me interrupt you," Damon said with a knowing smirk, before he walked out, and shut the door behind him.

Rebekah looked to Stefan and he scratched his hair before he got up and fetched his shirt from the ground.

"You're not going to let his mind games get to you, are you?" she demanded, as he slipped his arms through the sleeves of his shirt, and worked on the tiny buttons after he adjusted his collar.

"Time to go, Rebekah. Your brother gave me a job to do," Stefan said, and she raised an eyebrow when he tossed her the blouse that he worked so quickly to help her get off.

"Stefan, you're clearly letting your brother influence your judgement," Rebekah answered, and sighed as he pulled on his jeans, and rebuckled the belt.

"How many times have we been over this, Rebekah? To have some sort of 'judgement,' I'd have to be able to care, and that I don't. Now, get dressed."

Rebekah watched in awe as he slipped on his shoes, and exited the room, leaving her all alone.

He didn't care, not about Elena, not about Damon, and especially not about Rebekah- he swore that he couldn't.