This one is about Stefan's past and point of view. Enjoy

Chapter 8

Stefan didn't want to like blood. He didn't want to like pain. But he had to, he had for the longest time and now it was too late to stop.

He remembered when he was twelve he had cut his finger, but he had hardly noticed the pain, but he had noticed the blood dripping from his finger, he had put his finger in his mouth so he could stop the bleeding and liked it. It just got worse from there.

It had kept getting worse, liking it when he bled, and even cutting himself a few times for the blood. He had gotten so terrified with himself that he had told a priest that he thought he was a vampire, the priest had told him to not be silly and that vampires didn't exist. So Stefan had accepted that, but he still liked blood, he even realized that he liked the pain that came with cutting himself.

He started to feel dizzy sometimes, he had to stop cutting himself, it was starting to get to him. But he needed the blood, so what could he do? He had a sister, Jimaine, but he wasn't willing to go that far, yet. He found a solution.

Animals

He had found a dying squirrel when he was walking in the woods near his house, it was bleeding, and it was in a lot of pain, Stefan now found something else about himself that horrified him, he liked the pain he saw on that animals face. Stefan reached into his pocket, pulled out his pocketknife and…

That was how it started. That was how he got blood, from small animals and sometimes from larger ones, like stray cats.

When he was fourteen, he and Jimaine were coming home from school when their stepfather called them into the family room where their mother was sitting holding a bundle.

"The strangest thing has happened, we found this little boy floating down the river. But he is, how to put it, strange." Said Mr. Wagner.

"Baby? Let us see! Are we keeping him?" said Jimaine excitedly. Their mother showed them. Both Stefan and Jimaine gasped, the baby looked like a demon. Jimaine got over it quickly, and was thrilled at the prospect of having a younger brother. But Stefan knew the truth. God was punishing him, this little boy his mother and stepfather had chosen to keep and name Kurt, he would bring their family a lot of problems and maybe even suffering and it was because Stefan loved blood.

Stefan fully realized that after that point he got even worse, prolonging the death of the animals, and more of them, he didn't do so much with the blood anymore, he didn't like it, he knew what he really wanted but didn't dare take it, he wouldn't stoop to human blood.

Fourteen years went by, Stefan started hurting animals less and less, sometimes for long periods of time. He stopped wanting their blood. Finally, in Stefan's mind, he was cured. But then he moved back to the town that he had lived outside of when he was a child.

Kurt was still there, still alive and Stefan couldn't stand him, couldn't stand how much his mother loved him and the way she treated him, like he was normal. Stefan couldn't understand how Kurt could still be alive and burdening his family, there had been a few incidents involving Kurt but they had all blown over. But why was Kurt still alive? Stefan had stopped obsessing over blood. He had repented it. So the punishment God had sent on his family should have somehow gone away.

Stefan started brooding over it, he didn't know what to do, and he had to do something.

He started cutting himself for the blood again. Stefan knew that the only way he would be able to function properly was if he had blood, and felt or saw pain. Then he figured it out, he knew what he had to do. He was obsessed with blood again, hurting animals for the pain and blood again, and again he knew it had to stop. And the way to make it stop was to kill Kurt. That had to be the way, Kurt was a demon, and if he killed the demon then God would be thankful and would maybe grant Stefan's prayer, to not be the way he was anymore, to not love blood or pain, to be normal again.

He started to think about how to do it, and during that time his want, his lust for blood got worse, much worse, he knew what he wanted -no- what he needed was human blood, human pain but how to get it?

Elsa was a little girl happy, sweet, trusting and had parents who let her play near the edge of town where there were large rocks that children liked to play on.

It worked, he lured her out there and he held her and slashed her arms, he cringed when she screamed but got over it when he saw the blood, and then the pain, he didn't want to do it, he just had to, he needed to.

Then Kurt was there, trying to stop him. Elsa ran off, and then Stefan saw people approaching, and he also saw his chance.

Stefan was good with the knife, he managed it hit Kurt with it above his left eye before shoving it in his hand and faking falling over. The villagers reacted the way Stefan hoped they would and the next few hours were ones he had dreamed of. And also, No one knew Stefan had hurt Elsa, when she had seen Kurt she had somehow thought Kurt was controlling Stefan and that is what she told people.

Kurt was finally where Stefan wanted him, about to die.

Then Kurt suddenly wasn't there. He had vanished without a trace, just a like a few minutes earlier, only now he didn't reappear.

Stefan found out what had happened, he went home but didn't go in, he watched from the outside and found out that a man named Xavier had saved Kurt. And that Kurt wasn't really a demon, he was something called a mutant, but all the same, Kurt had brought suffering.

Stefan also knew that his family would find out what he did. So he ran, he spent a whole year away, his lust for blood finally leveling off, he wanted pain as much if not more than blood now, but the blood he wanted most was human blood.

Next time he went home, Kurt was gone, and he didn't know to where. He wouldn't go to his mother or stepfather, but Jimaine, she would understand and she would know.

He asked her. She refused to tell him, called him a monster. So he told her everything, about the lust for blood and pain, and how killing Kurt would make it all go away. She had looked at him horrified and said:

"And you dare call Kurt a demon?" She had run away after that.

Maybe she was right, maybe Stefan really was a demon, but now it was too late, Stefan still wanted blood. And he wanted Kurt's. It was now his obsession

He didn't want it to appease God. Stefan didn't believe in God anymore. And even if God did exist it was obvious he hated Stefan. What he wanted now was something he felt cheated out of. He wanted Kurt to die, but first to suffer. Stefan had worked and searched so hard for Kurt, he deserved it now, and it was his right.

"Two people have arrived." Said one of his team. So Kurt had played right into his arms, but who was this person with him?

"Make sure Kurt finds his way in here, and as for his companion, well, don't bother with them, let them do whatever they came here to do, unless it interferes with my business with my brother.

"Yes sir."

Stefan smirked; he was finally getting what he wanted, after two years of finding pain and blood from others he was finally going to take it from where he really wanted it,

Kurt.

Back at the mansion the Professor felt something. Something wrong. Storm, assemble the X men. We have to go help Kurt.

I hope you liked this Dragoncat. Stefan's obsession with blood and pain is based off of a real disorder known as Hematomania.