Alpha. Beta. Imagines.

NoHumanity!Stefan PT2

Your POV

"so where are we going?" you ask as you rode in the car with Stefan. his hand rested on your thigh as he drove.

"there's a party up the street." he smiles deviously. "rager. it'll be dark, full of drunk teens."

"a perfect feeding ground." you finish and smirk. you look over at Stefan, watching his eyes dart side to side as he watched the road. his hand ran up and down your thigh softly and you leaned back in your seat.

the back tire pops and you pull over. you both get out of the car and he goes to the tire. he sighs and gets the jack out of the trunk.

you sit on the hood of the car, leaning back on your hands.

he lifts the car when someone calls him. you turn around, seeing him look up and place his hand on the car.

"look, brother." Damon says. "we both know exactly how this is going to go so let's make this quick."

you slide quietly off the hood and around the other side of the car. Damon Salvatore was not a threat to you at all. he was at least three centuries younger than you and stupider.

"and how exactly is that, Damon?" you hear Stefan's smooth voice reply.

"were gonna fight. I'm gonna win. we lock you up in the basement."

"well you didn't plan for one thing." stefan says, standing up and crossing his arms.

"and what's that?" Damon says exasperated.

"me." you chime in, walking around to stand by stefan.

Elena comes up behind damon. "I'd say we did." she remarks. "stefan, this isn't you. I don't care what Y/N said to get you to turn it off but-"

rage burns in your chest and your veins itch. you see in the reflective chrome of the car that the veins under your eyes are darkening, your eyes too. your fangs press into your bottom lip and you taste your own blood in your mouth. how dare she blame me for this? she doesnt know stefan. she doesn't know anything . I'm going to rip. her. head off. God does she deserve it. I HATE this little bitch.

"but nothing you trash." you snap. you had had it with little Elena Gilbert. "you think you can come up and try to 'talk stefan back to sanity' but guess what? he doesn't care. you dropped him, remember?" you say, causing her to start looking uncomfortable. perfect.

"you left him for Damon. Damon.of all the people you could leave him for, you chose Damon. his goddamn brother. have you no class, Elena Gilbert? even Katherine didn't do that."

"alright." Damon says, glaring at you. you could tell your eyes were still dark. you still wanted to tear someone's throat out. "let's not get nasty."

"too late." you growl and sprint at Elena. you throw her to the ground and hear the racket from the Salvatores fighting. you slam her head into the asphalt, causing blood to drip from her temple.

you use your nail and cut into her cheek, causing her to scream out. your nails were coated with vervain. she claws at you and grabs at your throat.your hands clasp around hers and she scratches to free herself.

you smirk as her face turns pale. "what's wrong Elena?" you sneer. "nothing smart to say?"

you're thrown off and roll along the asphalt and feel small cuts open along your arms. you end in a crouch, seeing Damon glaring at you. you rush him and feel a needle penatrate your neck. a burning fills your veins and you collapse.