klaus burst through the door, though they tried to pretend like they didn't notice. they knew that soon their moment would have to end. klaus came into the living room, in what was hard to decipher as being in a huff, or a hurry.
"well isn't this sweet." though they tried to pretend they didn't notice that either, it became clear within a moment, he wasn't going away and had no intention to differ from bothering them just standing there in the doorway.
"so... what are we doing today, klaus?" Elena asked, trying so desperately not to appease him.
"Well we will be going back to Gloria's. and i think we'll begin our lessons, stefan, on how to be a vampire again." Elena looked behind her, slowly, at stefan. he only assumed playing with her hair, and stroking the back of her hand he was holding, with his thumb.
"When should we leave?" elena asked, reluctant to pander to what he so obviously wanted her to ask.
"Well whenever you two are ready." He said so transparently telling them they should leave soon.
"We're ready now." elena said, reaching for the remote on the coffee table to turn off the television. she stood up, and pulled stefan up after her.
they headed outside to the black S.U.V. where they then were escorted to Gloria's. they went to their little table in the booth closest to the stage.
at one point stefan and elena danced at another, they ate, and when klaus was off at the bar they made out in the booth. Once elena had excused herself to the bathroom, Klaus began to reminisce about the days when they would kill without a second thought.
"We just didn't care. you weren't so caught up in what was right and was wrong because you knew that at the end of the day, you are only left alone. that gave us such relief. that the best thing you can do is making sure you have a good time, that the best thing you can live for is yourself." Klaus smiled, taking a sip of his scotch.
"There's actually a lot more to live for. i just hadn't met her yet." stefan said as his eyes landed on elena emerging from the ladies room. and as soon as her gaze found his, she smiled. Where as Klaus' smirk had vanished.
"Alright thats it." Klaus said standing up, and pulling stefan out of the booth by the collar of his shirt. Elena followed at an eager and urgent pace, both her and Stefan's smiles dissipated, as well.
Klaus threw stefan out in to the alley. as a few hybrids came out of the back door behind them, shoving a red haired girl out in front of them. as she ran for the street, elena ran for stefan, and into his arms.
"Are you okay?" she asked quietly knowing he didn't know the answer, either.
"Stefan, you better catch her. she's compelled to stand in the street, unless you stop her." Klaus yelled.
Elena let go of him and he sped to meet the girl. elena turned to klaus.
"Please don't do this to him." she begged.
"more like for him, love." Klaus said simply enough. "Though this isn't." he pulled elena closer by her arm. "i want you to watch him kill that girl, don't close your eyes, don't turn away, don't run away. you watch your stefan kill that girl." his pupils dilated. klaus shoved elena into a hybrids grasp. and they all went over to where stefan held the girl, by the shoulders.
he was fighting it, with the blood from the cut the hybrids had made on her hand. his face was changing and elena only wanted to bring him back. the humanity that was the real stefan she could see slowly deteriorating in his eyes, as the red was seeping in. the veins under his eyes were taking shape. the hybrid held elena secure in his arms, otherwise by know she would be by his side, bringing him back to her.
And with one word it all took place.
he was gone.
the inevitable his heart would push away. the inevitable her moral would pull in the other direction. it happened. in one word escaping that disdainful mouth. the inevitable happened.
klaus opened his mouth and,
"Feed."
then actually smiled. the bastard smiled as stefan tore into that girls veins.
her blood rushed down the side of his face in waves of a weakened pulse. he drank, and she quivered, almost shriveling. collapsing in on herself.
elena watched. the girl was gasping and struggling for the air she so desperately needed, as it tripped on its way down her throat.
Elena flinched. he took all the blood he could get. all the life source he needed for his own life, he stole.
Elena yelled. the girl was dying, dying for the person she loved most on this earth. a life was taken, her loved was spared.
Elena cried. the girl looked so small, like a child, helpless, hopeless. only a sliver of the faith she was born to believe in, remained, as she slipped into the dark unknown. he drank still, after she had gone limp in his arms.
the hybrid then let elena go, she ran to stefan. she grabbed his shoulder and was yelling his name, while in a whisper. his mouth still stuck on that girls neck. she tried to shake him by his arms, from behind. he turned and hit her away with the back of his hand. elena collapsed onto her foot. she thinks she broke an ankle.
she stood up on the slanted alley floor. bracing herself against the wall with a weak shoulder. she looked at the blood on her hands. she'd skimmed it when she fell. but now, was it her blood or the girls blood, both of witch her love had shed. without a second thought.
she felt a surge of anger. she attempted again to lunge at stefan, but in a utter failure collapsed again upon her foot.
with out much else to do, she screamed in pain. at the sound of a hopeless loss, her love for him, his love for her, it had betrayed her. she thought their love was forever. she thought her love was worth more than that. she thought she was stronger. it was all only a dark deception. she didn't understand. the pain was stronger than anything.
but at her shrieking and her cry, stefan released the body in his hands. he turned slowly to face a small shuddering frame of one elena gilbert. what had he done? he hit her? no. he wouldn't do that, would he? but he did.
what anyone who knew elena gilbert would have guesses she'd do next would be wrong. stefan cooing her name, kneeling beside her, begging she don't hate him, praying to god he didn't hurt her. what would they have guessed? would have been between her ignoring his sobbing pleas or slapping him straight. one might think she would just talk to him. what she did do, though, was enough to shake the earth upon it's core. send the damned bellow and let the riteous ascend. in a movement, a simple gesture, all wrongs have been obsolved by one elena gilbert.
she turned to face him. she took her sleeve in her hand, she reached up to his face. he looked curiously at her, closed his eyes, expecting a rightly deserved punch. but he felt a fabric, instead, lightly carressing his face. the fibers scrubbed against his skin until he felt again clean. she had wiped the blood off his beautiful face. and once his eyes would be open again, he would find no resent of himself in her eyes. she placed a hand gently on his face, and he could see tears in her eyes. whether the next to be shed would be happy tears, tears of sadness, or of pain, no one could quite say. but in the defining moment i spoke of just earlier:
Elena smiled. she smiled, a real smile. not those of which most forgiving women would smile. but a smile of hope, and of faith in this man. a smile of contentedness, a smile of relief in spirit. and let words slip out of her lips, that stefan would never let go of,
"There you are." she said in joy.
He took her into his arms, and they cried. together, they cried. we will leave the scene now as it prosides, with a girl dead, a lonely man shocked, and two people with a love to take the world by storm. until next time.