Stefan and Delena: Without You

{3} Vampire Accomodation

Just like the blonde I'd feasted on earlier, I threw Tiana to the floor, I'd taken her down a dark alleyway to finish her off. She was now dead. Her mascara running down her face, red lipstick smudged, one of her fake eyelashes hanging off her real lashes. She looked a real mess, and to finish off her look her face was filled with pure terror. Her eyes still wide open, you could read the fear in them like a book. That satisfied me, the fact that she realised I was dangerous. I liked that reputation. No longer was I that struggling vampire that fed from bunnies, I was now a ruthless killing machine with no affections for what I left behind. I no longer wrote the names of my victims on a wall, I took a piece of their jewelry to memorialize the kill and relive it. I wasn't the Ripper anymore, that name was long gone. I was just simply Stefan Salvatore. I bent down over Tiana's lifeless body, looking at her necklace. I placed the charm of the necklace in the palm of my hand. It was a little silver bird with red crystals for eyes. A beautiful charm. I ripped the chain free from her bloody neck to get a better look at it. I then put it in my pocket that was already filled with about four other people's jewelry.

Boredom swept through me, I wasn't hungry, I wasn't tired and there was no way on earth that I'd be chatting to my older brother any time soon. In fact, I didn't feel up to going back to Mystic Falls for a while. I was comfortable wherever I was. I needed a place to stay, and thanks to my compulsion, that task wouldn't be very hard at all. I walked down an empty street, along a straight of line houses. Each a different size and a different aspect of the type of person living inside. I just wanted a nice house with a person who wasn't on vervain. Simple. The street lights lit the way for me as I walked alone down the road.

I walked down until I got to the end of the street, spotting a normal sized house with pale yellow paint splattered all over it, the paint still looked and smell wet accoarding to my vampire senses. this was good enough, I walked down the little pebbled path towards the hosue and knocked on the door. A sweet looking old lady answered the door.

"What can I do for you, honey?" She asked, her bright blue eyes warm and friendly.

"Well..." I started to say, using my compulsion. "I would like to stay here for a while." Her entire face went blank. The warmth in her eyes washed away immediately.

"Of course, come in." She said flatly. I grinned a she stepped aside, letting me walk into her home.

Damon's P.O.V

 I was seething with anger. So much of it was building up inside of me that I found my body hard to control. I wanted to hit something, smash something, tear something apart and destory something all in one. I stormed into my bedroom with full of rage. How could she lie to me about somehting like that? It was sick! Sick! How could Elena do that? She was the most honest, compassionate person I'd ever met. To lie about soemthing like that... There was no possible way you could bring a vampire back from the dead, it was completely impossible. I didn't understand what Bonnie did with Jeremy's ring to bring him back. It was an obvious lie. You couldn't just bring someone back like that, there had to be consequences.  If it was true, why hadn't Bonnie done the spell before? All the people we've lost; Jenna, Anna, Vicki, Rose... Why weren't they here with us? That was it, I picked up a chair and threw it across the room, then turning around suddenly and heading for the front door. I was going to see Bonnie. I questions she needed to answer. On my way to the door I was stopped by Elena.

"Where are you going?" She questioned me timidly.

"Out." I replied flatly, not look at her in the eyes.

"Well, I'm coming with you." She said like it was her decision.

"No you aren't, you can leave me the hell alone." I snapped, her facial expression looked like she was scared.