Chapter 8
Excuse me?
2014
The Stefan fantasies had continued for days and now she was seriously stressing out. When she had the fantasies of Stefan she couldn't help but compare him with Damon, and Damon with Kol. "So this is Italien?" She asked while chopping mozzerrella Stefan and Damon doing random touchups around the kitchen. "Yup," Damon smirked as he returned to lean on the counter beside her looking up at her face contently. "I could take over if you want?" he asked before the two heard Stefan scoffing. Anastasia smirked at Damon before shaking her head and looking at his face. She no longer felt what she used to with Damon, it was still there but barely. If was as if it was taken away and given to Stefan. Her thoughts were broken as she felt the knife cut into her finger. "Ahh!" she gasped sharply before putting the knife on the chopping board and was about to place her thumb in her mouth but Damon caught it. He looked for her consent first and after a brief nod he placed it in his mouth. She smirked at him and out of the corner of her eye she noticed Stefan staring at her dark viens streaming from his eyes. She gently removed her hand from Damon's grasp and walked over to th sink, beside Stefan. "Stefan?" she asked rinsing her finger in the sink. He stayed frozen. She sighed and turned to him and traced the veins carefuly and slowly they disppeared. "Stefan," she said quieter. "Angel's tears have the power to give you anything that you want. When I told you to think about self control, what did you think about?" Stefan looked down at her sheepishly. "you." he answered briefly before the knife, that Anastaisa had cut herself on, was thrown at him. Anastasia's eyes widened and she didn't know whether it was from the fact that she had just learned. Stefan grunted and pulled the knife out and Anastasia walked out of the house shrugging on a jacket. "Don't follow me." she warned.
She walked into Mystil Gill and ordered a meal, knowing that she would't be sold anything else without compulsion. She ran her fingers through her hair as she waited. When her meal came she started nibbling away at it and before long Damon walked over to her and took a seat by her. "What does this mean?" he questioned as he picked a chip up off her plate and ate it. Her look softnened as she watched him look up at her with his big blue eyes. "It means that I can't love you, Damon. I can't love anyone except-"
"Except Stefan?" she bit her lip and nodded. He glared down at the table before storming out. She felt tears lace her waterline, she felt like she was about to become the battleground for World War III.
When she got home she couldn't bring herself to talk to either of them. She was too flustered and confused, she knew one way that would resolve her feelings. Roadtrip. She packet a suitcase then filled it with clothes and other neccesaties. She grabbed a peice of paper and a pen and left a note on her bed. She grabbed car keys and there she was, on her way.