Stefan and Delena: Without You

{2} Blood Bath

Elena's P.O.V

"Damon!" I yelled at the top of my voice, I slipped off my high heels and chucked them by the door, they made a tiny thump noise as they hit the wall. I ran around the giant house, looking for Damon. Where the hell was he?

"Damon?" I started to get confused, he said he'd go straight home. I heard a smash coming from outside. I span on my tiny feet and headed for the back door. There he was, Damon was standing outside, facing the house. I opened the slidy door and flung it to the side, stepping out dramatically. I stood there staring at him with my hands on my hips. He was doing it again, ever since Stefan had died he'd been spiraling angrily out of control at random times. Normally when he was alone, I understood why, he had no one to distract him or keep him company. Not anymore though, Stefan was alive, Damon would finally get to be himself again. No more anger flips. Suddenly something started to drip on my head, I placed my hand on my head and felt my hair, a liquid. I placed my fingers to my nose, and recognised the strong scent of whiskey. Great, Damon had turned to alcohol instead of his girlfriend.

"Damon... Did you throw a glass of whiskey at the wall?" I asked, anger starting to seeth through my voice which I hoped made me sound intimidating. It obviously didn't, Damon glared at me before pushing past me, his angered body hard as rock as it knocked my shoulder. I rubbed it quickly and then ran after him.

"Damon, Bonnie's done something. A spell, she's bought Stefan back." I managed to blurt out, not the way I wanted to, but it would do. I managed to get his attention, he turned around to face me still looking angry. His perfect blue eyes full of rage.

"You're bluffing, that's not possible." He told me as if it was a true fact, which it obviously wasn't. Mr knowitall.

"That's what I thought, but apparently anything to do with Bonnie Bennett and witchcraft is possible." I replied, taking a step closer to him.

"How could that be possible? Huh? Raising someone from the dead is not possible, Elena! Go on then, tell me. How exactly did the little witch bring back my brother?" He challenged me, raising his eyebrows.

"I don't really know the details, something to do with Jeremy's ressurection ring." I said, looking at the floor.

"See? You don't know, not really. So why put your hopes up? It's stupid Elena, and sick. Bonnie thinks she can be all heroin-like and bring someone back from the dead. Whoopy, but nature requires a balance. So what does she think will happen? It won't always work the way Bonnie plans it in her pretty little head. She should know that by now, why else would Jeremy see ghosts?" Damon shouted, Stefan is obviously a sensitive subject for him.

"That's it! Jeremy! Damon, Bonnie bought Jeremy back! Do you doubt her now?" I questioned, I believed Bonnie had bought Stefan back. Why wouldn't he? I knew Damon has serious trust issues, but who would lie about something like this? Definitely not Bonnie, that's for sure.

"You're missing a very key point here. Jeremy is human. Stefan is a vampire, he goes against nature. No way will they let Bonnie bring back an abomination." Damon spat. downing a bottle of alcohol.

"Stop drinking! I'm trying to talk to you!" I screamed, I wacked the bottle out of his hands. He growled at me as it smashed on the floor.

"Why the hell did you do that?!" He asked me, still growling.

"Me? You chucked a glass of it against the wall earlier!" I shouted, he walked over to get another bottle. "No! You're not having any more! You may think your brother is dead, Damon! That's why you're drinking way more than usual! But he isn't dead! I know that he isn't! Why won't you belive me?"

"Because it's impossible! And stupid! Why would Bonnie try so hard to bring back someone like Stefan? She hates vampires, I know you're lying! Just to make me stop!" He replied, his voice starting to get louder. He was starting to frighten me.

"I wouldn't lie about something like this! I know you miss Stefan! I do too, you need to listen to me Damon. He is alive again!" I told him. He snarled at me and walked off, muttering something about how I was a liar and how pathetic I was.

This really wasn't the Damon I was in love with.

Stefan's P.O.V

I carelessly threw the lifeless blonde on the floor. Her body flopped to the ground, her once perfect green and golden coloured eyes rolled upwards. Some of her golden hair was tangled around the broach attached to her blouse that was drenched in her own blood. It was a flower. A rose to be exact, encrusted with blue and green diamonds. I lent down timidly and unhooked the broach and slipped it into my pocket, accidentally taking some of her hair with me.

I wasn't hungry, but I wanted more. What did I fancy now? I wanted a brunette with tangy-sweet blood. I really fancied that. Licking my lips clean of the sweet essencey blood, I started searching for the perfect girl to be my next meal. The streets were empty, only a few drunken teenagers or loved up couples, that didn't take my fancy.

I got a few stares, people noticing the blood stains on my clothes. Probably Bonnie's blood. I sighed and smoothed my hair back, where was that god damn brunette I been fantasising about? Boredom swept through me as I leaned against the wall of a noisy pub, watching everyone pass me. Suddenly a girl about the age of twenty one caught my eye, a brunette with long curly hair that flowed down to her hips, a tight red dress and killer red high heels. She was just begging for some attention, she glanced at me with her long fake eyelashes and I winked at her. I could see her cheeks go pink underneath all those layers of makeup. I flicked my head up slightly to encourage her over as she obeyed obediently and successfully walked over to me without breaking her ankle in her heels.

"What's your name, sweetheart?" I asked, my breath heavy against her cheek. She smiled at me and bit her lip.

"Tiana. And you?" She said flirtatiously, she stuck out her knee and put one hand on her hip.

"That's a lovely name, I'm Stefan." I replied, leaning in a little closer to her, I could hear her heart pumping that delicious blood through her veins which suddenly made me extremely hungry. She was the one.

"Sweet name, where'd 'ya come from then Stefan?" She asked, tilting her head upwards to meet my fake loving gaze.

"Just a little town further down the road, Mystic Falls." I told her, she nodded her head.

"Ah." She seemed to know the place. "I've been there a few times."

"You have? What did you make of it?" I had no idea why I was actually having a conversation with my next meal.

"Too quiet for my liking." She replied, leaning in a little closer to me, our lips were only a few millimetres away from touching. "I like wild places." She whispered as she bit her lip again. She was awfully good at flirting, but that was not my intention. The street was starting to clear up so I decided to make my move.

"Hey, what the hell." I muttered, pulling her into my firm grip, I held her waist tightly with her arms pressed sternly against her body.

"Stefan, that hurts..." She mumbled.

"Then you'd better prepare yourself for what's coming next." I whispered in her ear. Panic struck across her face as she saw my eyes turn blood red, tiny zig-zags spreading underneath them. I bared my fangs to her and quickly sunk them into her soft skin before she had time to object. Tiana's blood had a bitter-sweet taste to it, not what I was craving bit it certainly hit the spot.

Poor Tiana, she wouldn't live to see the next sunrise.