The Third Salvatore (TVD Season 1)

Chapter 30

Hardin

Stefan flips on the basement light and I appear out of the shadows.

"Well well, he's a liar and a thief." I say amused. He stops dead when he sees me.

"Relax, brother. I'm not FBI-ing after you like Damon. Fuel yourself." I look at him attentively.

He pays no heed and opens the fridge. It's full of blood bags.

"So, when were you gonna share?" I ask walking around.

"Go ahead, help yourself." He shrugs like he's talking about donuts.

"No, no, no I'm talking about the fact that you're a closet blood junkie." I gesture toward the fridge.

"So, I'm drinking blood again. You're the one that shoved it on me, what's your problem? I have it under control." He says curtly.

"That's perfectly splendid, brother." I smile. "Although I know you're not in control at all. But I know you'll get over it soon. What you need is to tap into the real thing." I brace myself against the fridge.

"What do you mean?" He frowns at me.

"Why, humans, brother," I tell him. He narrows his eyes. "Come on, you know it's the only thing that could douge this fire in your stomach?"

"What you're planning, I'm not giving into it, Hardin." He smirks.

"Don't smirk, you arse. What you're going through is perfectly normal. You've starved yourself for so long, that when you tasted the real shit that night, it reignited your hunger. It's not going to stop, Stefan. You need to do something about it before you go all zombie over... Elena?" I raise my brows at him.

"You're insane." He turns away from me. I grab his arm.

"I trust you, Stefan. Now you need to listen to me! You need to get a grip or else you're going to hurt someone you actually care about. Don't tell me you aren't struggling whenever you get close to your girl."

"I said shut the fuck up!" He growls. "You can't stop scheming for a single moment in your life, can you?"

I huff. "Ofcourse. You'd rather have Damon or Elena stop you from "wrecking yourself down", eh?"

"Atleast they aren't forcing blood down my throat. You want me to take your advice? Fall into my old ways? And then what? You're pathetic, Hardin." He laughs mercilessly. I feel intense hatred inside of me. For him. For Damon.

"Little Hardin want a companion? Miss his brothers? Why don't you join Damon and his charity work with the Sheriff and leave me alone?"

He walks away and I'm left on myself. Alone. They never cease to remind me what a waste of space I am. A blot. A useless piece of shit who shares there flesh, their blood, their name.

They fight like dogs but they always find a way to each other. Not me. Never me. Because I'm the blot. They don't need me. I lean back on the fridge and start thinking furiously.

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Emma

"You ready?"

I'm struggling with my chemistry homework when Elena stops by.

"Eh?" I raise at brows at her. Then I notice she has her dress in her arms. I roll my eyes. Miss Fucking Mystic Falls.

"No."

"Come on, it's important for me, Emma. I need your support." She says in that quite, serious tone she uses infront of Stefan.

"Obviously you don't, Lena. Leave me alone. Stefan's gonna be there. And Damon. You'll have fun, okay? Go." I smile widely then return to my textbook.