CHAPTER 5
A few months had passed and, much to Elena's disappointment, Stefan had not given up his mission to save Rebekah. Elena liked to think that it was just his 'saving people' complex thing, but she knew it was more than that. He had read and re-read just about every book in the house, but still found nothing every time. His patience with Elena was wearing thin, as she helped him but continued to ask why he bothered.
Stefan sighed and rubbed his forehead with his forefinger and his thumb. He closed the book in front of him and stood up to grab the bottle of whiskey.
"Stefan, I get that you're immortal but you really shouldn't drink so much." Elena's voice came from behind him. He turned around to face her with an evil glare.
"I get that you're in love with me, but you really shouldn't care so much." he responded and swiftly took a swig. Although taken aback by his words, Elena continued.
"And why shouldn't I care? We're friends, Stef-"
"NO! No, Elena we are not friends. You lost the right to consider me a friend when you stabbed Rebekah and shut her in a tomb."
"I only did it so we could be together." She said in a small voice. Stefan laughed loudly.
"What makes you think that I wanted to be with you? You dumped me, so I moved on but obviously you haven't. The only reason you're here right now is because this whole thing is your fault, so you're helping me get her out." Stefan said bitterly. Elena wasn't quite sure exactly what his meaning of 'here' meant, and she's not sure she wanted to.
"Fine. But we aren't finding anything useful in these books." She told him, putting a book on the table.
"I know." he said, placing the whiskey back.
"So what are we gonna do?"
"Get Bonnie here." He instructed coldly.
"What? How do you expect me to -"
"Just. Do it." He said and left the study to retreat to his room.