tangled in sweated salty sheets, asleep awaiting the inevitable dawn, there is a man and a women.
love is never easy and that much they knew, but in so many ways it is simple. through all the imperfections and all the flaws etched on the others soul, is only a reminder that they are the closest thing to perfect that exists. and all those flaws that have caused them grief in the past and that are bound to do so again, could never change the love they felt for the person that they know now.
in so many words it meant so much, and in few it meant little. only pure, only good, only love.
in this moment we approach them, the sun catching the textured glass of their window. shinning on the woman's face creating shadows on the man's own, tucked into her shoulder.
that love could conquer evil, they would have by now. no doubt in anyone's mind beholding this sight that it is strong enough, or that there is enough of it.
but that evil is incompatible be it for a mate or opponent. evil stands unaccompanied in either field.
where as love, love has been a savior to so many. and in a perfect example one would use elena gilbert and stefan salvatore.
unfortunately though, the dawn will break and the evil of death, that they have come too well to know, will begin to appear in the one dominant form called klaus.
as the man blinks his eyes open, he kisses the woman's bare shoulder where his head had rested. she still asleep, breathing deeply, smiling slightly. stefan sat up and out of her grasp. elena shifted in her sleep and let out what sounded like a small whimper. smiling, he lay back down on his left side to admire her. he tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, and sighed. no one counted the seconds that he spent watching her then. it could have been hours until eight o'clock. when the alarm buzzed and she stirred herself awake. she opened her eyes to meet his. and even in her tired state, was enough to cast the brightest of smiles upon her face.
"good morning" she said, hoarsely.
"morning" he repeated as he dragged her closer to himself, by her waist. she ran a hand through his messy hair. making some ends stand up, and some flatten against his head. swirling it around her fingers, fisting it lightly, as she started kissing his neck, and in return he kissing hers. on saturdays, klaus would wake them at nine o'clock. they had begun setting their alarms to one hour proceeding, so as to have more time with each other. when they found their way back to each others lips, she pulled away.
"thank you, stefan." his eyes searched hers for a reason. "for letting me back in, i know its hard, but dont you ever underestimate how much i need you." he closed his eyes in process and nodded.
"i sometimes like to tell myself that you dont i suppose." he swallowed. "that it isn't so much me you need as someone who loves you like i do." he opens his eyes to meet hers once more. "i came into your life when you needed someone. and whose to say if it had been someone else..."
"it wouldn't have." she interrupts. "i often try to convince myself of that too. i guess to make me feel a little less guilty for hurting damon, and even matt. i like to think it could have just as easily been them if i weren't so selfish... but stefan it's just not true. i love you. before i even met you, i loved you. i dont know how that's possible, but it is. there is a part of me that is attached to you. i dont know if you believe in that kind of stuff, if there is a greater force, that puts our lives together, i know that you're my match. it makes me so sad to think that not everybody finds their soulmate. but it makes me happy i found mine."
he had begun to cry, and neither where sure what kind of tears they were. regardless though, he kissed her fiercely, then.
they made love that morning. they were in the bed, on the dresser, against the wall, and in the shower, on the bathroom counter, and again in the bed.
hours later, stefan had killed an innocent girl, and elena feeding her wrist to random people.
when they returned home, they immediately adjourned. and in the sanctity of their room she cried.
klaus broke in, in a breathless rage.
"will you keep that girl quiet stefan?" he shouted.
"Shut up, klaus." he spat back, not even bothering to look up from stroking elena's back.
"I said shut her up."
"No." stefan, finally looking up, responded. "Why does it bother you so much anyways?" he continued. "you're not supposed to give a damn about others emotions. whether or not you hate it."
klaus calmly walked over to stefan, while elena only cried louder. "never speak to me like that again." stefan blinked and nodded his head. "now shut that girl of yours the fuck up." he demanded, and left.
stefan pulled elena into his chest but she kept crying. he held her tighter, her whole body shaking. he pressed her closer to himself, forcing her face into himself. she only sobbed louder, pulling away suddenly frightened at his strength. struggling to breathe her sobs quickened, as she fought him. he pulled her head into his chest again with his arm. as she struggled and writhed. he held her tighter and tighter. she began to scream. and he pressed her tighter into him. until she stopped.