Dangerous Minds

Chapter Eighteen

A/N: Hey all! I hope you enjoy Ch.18. Thanks so much for reading and for the reader who was curious about us finding more out regarding Stefan's life. This chapter is going to give us an idea what he's been up to for all these years. ;)

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Dangerous Minds- Chapter Eighteen

-Elena-

Disguising yourself to look completely different to those around you is simple. A bit of hair dye, some contact lenses, a new drivers license and passport papers. It takes a few easy steps, a change of a few words, enough to make it sound like you came from someplace else and lastly, it takes confidence to make everyone around you believe you truly are who you say that you are. It's taken me months to master it. But, somehow in this dark and smoke filled club. I think I've found out who I want to become now. Someone darker, a lot more dangerous. Leaning down, I inhale the crisp white powder off the small mirror in front of me, titling back my head and exhaling. I needed the high, the rush my addiction still gives me is euphoric and it's calming my nerves the instant my back hits the couch cushions behind me in this dingy and grimy club that I've found refugee in.

"Didn't think I'd find you here, of all places." He states with a grin, waving off the swirling smoke all around us.

"Where else would I be?" I ask him, wiping the residue off of the tip of my nose as I wipe my hands too, biting down on my tongue while I think about the last time I had seen him, stripped down and beaten to a pulp. He had saved my life once, a few weeks ago. Now, I can't seem to escape him.

"They're looking for you, Elena. You stole money from a damn bank! What the hell where you thinking?" He shouts at me, taking a seat across from me as I notice one of the strippers from across the way eying him up and down. She's had her eyes on him the moment since he came into the establishment. Yet, she hasn't made it known yet. Although, he doesn't seem to give a damn because his eyes are glued on me. "I've got someone at home, sweetheart." He lies, brushing her off when she finally comes over. I watch her roll her eyes to his words, turning away from him briskly and walking over to someone else a little more interested in her.

"Are you the police now? Because last time I checked, they'd never hire a convicted man." Enzo smirks, leaning back into his seat as he shakes his head and bites his lower lip. "How about you say we get the hell out of here babe. I owe you, remember?"

"Babe? I'm not yours, Enzo. I never have been." I clear up fairly quick, getting up and attempting to walk away as he reaches out and grabs my wrist, pulling me down towards him. I end up in his lap, feeling his hand running over my thigh as he whispers seductively into my ear in Italian. "Non ancora, cara."

"I am not your darling." I hiss out, squeezing his cheeks as I push up from him and he exhales heavily, shaking his head while he watches me walk away. "One night with me and you'd never want anything else more." Enzo shouts out after me, causing a few people around him to turn and look at me as I lower my head down and keep walking. Lighting a cigarette with shaking fingers, I lean against the brick wall once outside and close my eyes for the briefest of moments. There's something about the smoke in the air, the scent of the summer turning into a fall that cause my skin to have goosebumps. I've been trying to block it out for so long, the memories of her. The memories of him. But, tonight they're running ramped through my mind and I can't shake them off at all. So, I allow them to come, just for a moment. I allow them to consume me...

"She looks like you." Stefan had said, walking around the small apartment with Addison in his hands, when things were good between us, when we had thought for just one brief moment in time that we could actually raise her and do it right.