Stefan and Delena: Without You

{7} Lenny's Bar

Elena's P.O.V

I stood leaning against the door, my breath heavy and hot. My stomach was tied in a big knot. Why was I taking so long to reply? Wait... I knew the answer! I knew what I wanted to say! I hadn't really thought about what I would say since I took a break from Damon.

Wait, the clue was in the name, 'taking a break', as in a little time off only to return afterwards. I knew what I was going to say! I moved a little closer to Damon, his ice blue eyes sharp looking. The breeze was getting caught in his perfect hair, moving tiny bits out of place. I wrapped my arms around his neck, drawing him in for a kiss. I felt all his love and compassion for his lips, I closed my eyes and returned it. As soon as I knew he felt my love, I lost myself in the kiss. Going completely under.

Stefan's P.O.V.

The streets outside Mrs Jones' were very adventurous. I was walking along them, admiring the day. Looking at all the people pass me, I was hungry again. I didn't really know what I fancied; Blond, red head, black hair, brown hair... Before I even Had the chance to look some more. I was approached by a stunning woman about my age... When I had died. She was wearing dark, tight jeans and a flowy red top. She walked right up to me, swinging her long dark hair around her shoulders and gazing at me with her chocolate eyes.

"And who might you be?" I asked, a cheeky twang to my voice.

"I'm Camilla, and who, are..." She crept her fingers up my arm as she spoke. "You?"

I grinned at her, flashing my perfect teeth to her.

"I go by the name of Stefan Salvatore." I replied, titling my head down to meet her gaze. I could smell something... Something about her. She wasn't like any one else that I had caught the smell of. She was a similar smell to someone else, that I couldn't quite place my finger on. Who was I thinking of... Katherine! Wait... Caroline too. Even Damon smelled like that, in fact the entire Salvatore boarding house smelled of this in particular smell. It was a sweet smell, like pine and oak. And a whiff of blood... Although Damon had that extra scent of alcohol. Wait a second... Was this woman a vampire? Was that the scent of a vampire... Piney oak and a bloody kind of smell. Seemed so. Maybe that was why she had approached me, she knew what I was. Just as I knew what she was too.

"Let's get you something to eat." She announced, grabbing me tightly by the wrist. She winked at me with her chocolate eyes and amazingly long eyelashes. I understood that she meant blood. Off we went.

***

She dominantly lead me to an old looking bar, I could see bright flashing lights beaming through the dark windows. Music was pounding through the walls, if you had vampire eyesight and focused closely on the bar you could see it beating, slowly vibrating in time with the music. The heavy beat carried the building by storm, if it got any louder there was a possibility the roof would explode. What was this place? It didn't seem like an ordinary bar, no way. I was about to open my mouth to ask, but before I even had the chance Camilla yanked my arm and lead me in through the double doors. There was a tone of people, all moving the the booming heavy beat, a few were head banging.

"Cam, fancy seeing you back 'ere!" An older looking man announced enthusiastically. I glanced over at Camilla who was smiling at him.

"Lenny, you know I'll never leave you're place behind for too long. You're doing well, eh?" She replied over the loud music. Lenny nodded, scratching his bristly chin.

"Yeah, the place has picked up. Gotten a lot better since you helped start it up all those years ago." Lenny nodded, he turned his attention to me. "Sorry lad, my manners. I'm Lenny, owner of this here bar. Argo the name 'Lenny's Bar'. Who might you be?" He chuckled.