Who was Stefan Salvatore? Was he the mysterious boy who you couldn't stop thinking about or was he the boy who would make you question your values? I loved Edward Cullen. Still love him. But I have not thought about Edward since Mike's funeral. When I think of Edward it causes me pain and agony that is mostly why I haven't thought about him since he left. But when Stefan caught my interest, I did not think of Edward because of the pain it would cause but because my mind was somewhere else; it was with Stefan.
Something wasn't normal with Stefan Salvatore or his brother Damon. They were both extremely gorgeous and peculiar. They would appear out of nowhere and posses so much power it was extraordinary. When I saw Damon before I was presented with the tragic news of Mike's passing, he was beaming with power. That is why I am where I am.
I looked down at the forest floor, trying to gain strength for my next actions. I lifted my head and began to scope the area for any black figures. Nothing. "Stefan, I need to talk to you." There was a sound in the bushes behind me, making me jump and swirl around to find little creatures crawling out of their habitat. I let out a breath of relief and returned to my previous position. There he was, standing two inches from my face. I took a step back-not watching my step- and tumbled to the ground. "Bella, I apologize for frightening you." He said while reaching for my arm. His cold fingers wrapped around my frail arm and brought me to my feet. "Stefan" I gasped.
His eyes were as green as the earth and his face as pale as an egg shell. "Stefan, are you okay?" He looked ill. He had bags underneath his eyes and I could see his body tensing up with every move he made toward me. "I'm fine Bella, are you alright?" I took a step toward him closing the space that was between us when I heard the voice that I have been dreading to hear, Bella love, stay away from him. Give him time to gain strength. I stopped two inches from Stefan worried that I might upset Edward. But I needed to know what was wrong with the stunning man that looked as if he was hurting. Don't Bella; I need you to remember something that happened to you not too long ago. This something will help you realize what they are. My eyes drifted away from Stefan to the trees behind him. What happened when you visited my house Bella-? He was interrupted by Stefan's hard, cold hand cupping my left cheek. "Bella, are you alright?" I backed away from Stefan.
What was Edward trying to say to me? When was the last time I vis-My eyes grew wide with the memory of Damon flying. "Bella!" Stefan shouted. I could feel his cool breath on my face. I could hear the worry in his voice. And I could see the fear in his eyes. My throat was collapsing, my tongue was swelling; I couldn't speak, it hurt. "Bella, I need you to say something to me."
It couldn't be true. Edward didn't mention anything about Vampires returning to forks. I mean other then Victoria, who would want me dead. Maybe they were sent here by Victoria. I cringed at the thought of Victoria emerging from the bushes, laughing while she slowly tares my limbs one by one. I quickly shook my hand to erase the violent image. This was it. This was the end of the road for me. How could I be so stupid!
Stefan grew more worried by the second; I could see it in his emerald green eyes. "Bella, talk to me." He touched my arm gently. I had to get away, I had to get away now. I slowly twisted my body toward the exit of the forest and made a run for it. If he is what I think he is, a Vampire, he would catch up with me no problem. But I couldn't take the chance and stop running. I kept my head down, watching as my feet would dodge the logs resting on the floor or the mud puddles patiently growing from the amount of water dripping off the leaves of the trees.
I was getting close to the house, I could tell. There were less and less residue on the ground and more and more sunlight. As my foot was about to cross the borderline of the forest I felt a solid hand wrap around my arm and pull me towards him. I began to scream but his soothing words filled my ears. He turned my body to face him and I could see the sadness in the monster's eyes. Monster was not the best word to describe Stefan. Besides, Edward is a Vampire and is definitely not a monster. He wasn't sent by Victoria to rip me to shreds. He wasn't a killer like The Salvatore's.
"Get away from me!" I yelled at the top my lungs, shutting my eyes to hopefully open them and see moss covered trees. I felt his grip loosen. I opened my eyes slowly to see Stefan looking at me with gloomy eyes. "I was hoping you would never find out," he muttered under his breath. "Your brother flies around forks with me on his back-"his hiss interrupted my rambling. "Damon is irresponsible he doesn't know-" "You hide in the forest with no food or shelter-" "I just wanted to talk to you-" "Bodies dripping of blood! Blood, Stefan! No human could do that much damage to a body! And Mike! You did that to Mike!" Before I knew it, tears were running down my cheek at a remarkable speed.
"What happened to your friend has nothing to do with me," he whispered while inching closer to me. "Get away! Go tell Victoria to just give up already!" His face transformed from depressed to quizzical. "Who is Victoria?" "Don't play dumb with me Stefan! Victoria, you know, red haired maniac!" He tilted his head to the right. "Bella, I have no idea who you are talking about." He was telling truth, there was something in his expression that told me that he was totally oblivious to what I was talking about. "You mean you don't know who Victoria is?" "Correct."
"Then why are you here?" I asked through clenched teeth. "I'm here to see you."