Clarity: A Klaus' daughter fanfic

Chapter 25

    AN:  I know! it's been like four months and i'm deeply sorry, i could tell you all my excuses but I won't.

In this chapter I bring to you: way too much detail, a crappy make out session and a lot of insight into Amber's head.

thank you so much, please comment your thoughts or any suggestions xxx

Stefan made a snarky comment at Delena before noticing I was standing there "What did you do?" he asked, carelessly of course.

"Erased their memories about me, I'll do it to you too." I was about to approach him to do it he picked me up and in a second we were outside the house, in the woods. I muttered a bunch of curse words when I realized the ashes had flown away.

"Don't do it." I was so worried about the ashes, I had forgotten Stefan was there with me.

"Do what?" I questioned, my eyebrows scrunching in confussion.

"Erase my memories." He had a shallow look in his eyes, he also looked really handsome under the moonlight, which was illuminating half of his face, making him look like a greek nerd with good hair.

"Why? You can't care, my dick of a father made sure you lost every emotion in you." I said,slowly and with a little anger surging in my voice, leaning very close to his face, his warm breath tickling my nose, mixing up with the scent of the chill summer night. He smelled like peppermint and a soft expensive cologne, he smelled like Stefan.

"Well yeah but someday I am going to get them back, I don't want to, but I will and I might want to remember you." He said, tilting his face, he had a sexy, suggestive look on his eyes but there was something off about it, I saw no resemblance between the Stefan that was standing in front of me right there, in the edge of the woods late on a chilly night and the Stefan who accompanied me on late night walks through small towns in mid-summer warm nights.

Sure, that Stefan might come back, but how long till he does? If he does.

I gave him a stern look whilst I thought about my options (bless him with the memories of me or erase them against his will), he opened his mouth to convince me, I sat down on a fallen tree, ready to hear his unconvincing arguments and a little surprised to see him beg to keep me in his mind.

I wasn't actually paying any attention after the first two sentences, he sat down besides me (closer than how he normally would)  and kept talking, he made sarcastic remarks and talked about Chicago, I wasn't sure of the subject of the oneway conversation anymore, but he didn't seem to notice. 

I was busy analyzing the situation. He looked like Stefan, marble face and hero hair and sweet smile that reminded me of skittles(not that i had seen his smile during the night), he smelled like Stefan ( a smell I hadn't forgotten since I cried into his chest that afternoon, or from when I leaned into him when I laughed too hard), he talked like Stefan (A lot more sarcastic and mean and edgy) but it wasn't Stefan.

I finished of the conversation after I decided I didn't want to spend any more time with him, he made me miss Stefan, even if he was Stefan. I let him keep the memories of me (not that I had any choice considering I lost the ashes, but he didn't have to know that).

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It was late when I got back to the house I'd stolen from an old man. Well, it isn't exactly stealing if the owner's dead, right? I had already done something I regretted so to keep my mind off it I spent the day shopping away my feelings. There was going to be another big-ass town event. Shocker. Mystic Falls has these like, every day. I had my bags in one hand and the keys in the other as I walked the last few steps to the front door.

"Amber?" I freezed. I never thought I'd hear that voice again. I didn't want to turn around in case it wasn't actually him and feel how my insides crumbled in disappointment. "Amber!" His voice was a little more demanding. I snapped my eyes shut as I felt the footsteps approach me.

A hand came in contact with my left arm, tugging it lightly to make me turn. I didn't, instead I just dropped the bags to the floor. I felt a single tear roll down my cheek as he slowly brought his hand up to my jaw. "Hey, it's okay." He whispered as he wiped away my tear.

"No, it's not. The moment I open my eyes you'll disappear. This isn't even real. You aren't real, Ross."

"It is." He leaned into me, so much so that I felt his breath tickled my skin, "I am real." feeling his scent made me think it was real; but it wasn't. I spent decades trying to bring him back. I never did. I shook my head as more tears fell. "If you really think I'm not," His voice was soft and cautious "then don't open your eyes." I didn't have time to answer before his lips collided with mine.

The energy of the kiss surged through me, he gripped my waist, his touch burned its way through my veins, his left hand made his way up my side. Everywhere he touched felt like fire on my skin, his fingertips sent shiver down nerves I didn't know I had. I wanted him; I missed him so much it was unbearable.

When we pulled out of the kiss my breath was hot and heavy. Ross' hand rested on the small of by back, his touch reminded me of Stefan, several flashes of our time together passed through my mind but I immediately pushed them away, scared of what I was feeling.

"Ross, it really is you." I muttered, unable to believe my words, the pain I thought I had gotten over came flooding back, only to disappear in a fraction of a second. I had no idea why he was back or the consequences of what I was about to do, I didn't think twice before crashing my lips with his once again his arms made their way around my body and mine fiddling with the hair at the back of his head. I fumbled with the keys after the passionate kiss, and as soon as we were in side the house our lips met once again, except that time I wasn't going to stop.