Bloodlust → Stefan Salvatore [1]

The Descent

I walk into Stefan's room, seeing his bed made, and his room is completely organized, clean. It's unlikely of him. "Stefan?" I ask, peering into the bathroom. No one. I step back, feeling the eeriness of another presence in the room. "You're standing right behind me, aren't you?"

"Yep." I hear him respond. I turn around, and kiss him hard on the lips.

"I don't want us to be apart anymore, ever." I pull back.

"Me neither." He nods. "But--"

"No, none of that. No ruining this moment." I cut him off.

"I can't just pretend that everything is okay."

"Katherine is locked away in a tomb."

"I know, but we still have this pressing little issue of you dying at Klaus' hand."

"Yes, but Elijah promised to keep me safe. Along with everyone else that I love. As long as I play by his rules, we'll be fine."

"Right. As long as you play by his rules."

"Stefan, I know what you're thinking, and it's not a good idea."

"Why not?"

"Elena would never forgive us if we went after Isobel without telling her."

"Katherine said Isobel would have answers, and we have just... a couple questions. That's all."

"Stefan. I made a deal with Elijah."

"Right, you made one with him. I didn't make one. You should keep your deal."

"Stefan, I don't want anyone else getting hurt." I sigh. I dig into my school bag, grabbing a small tube of vervain, and taking the cap off of it.

"When have I ever wanted someone to get hurt?" Stefan asks, as I take a few sips of vervain, and hold it out in front of me.

"Vervain. I made it light, it's mixed with water." I dodge our conversation. Stefan reaches out for it, but I pull back, "Are you sure? Just because Katherine built up a tolerance doesn't mean it'll absolutely work."

"Yes, I'm sure." He grabs the tube. "Bottom's up." He says before taking huge swig of vervain. I hear it sizzle in his throat, burning everything it touches. He begins coughing, as he falls to the ground, breaking the glass tube, and vervain spilling everywhere. He bangs his fists on the ground, over and over, until his finally sits back up and takes a few deep breaths. I rest my hand on his shoulder.

"You okay?" He stands back up, nodding.

"Yeah." He lies.

"How can Elijah compel another vampire?" I ask Stefan, distracting him from the burning sensation that must be going on in his stomach.

"He's an original. I don't really know what that means. I don't think anyone really knows what it means. Well, except maybe Isobel. I'll be sure to ask her." I open my mouth, preparing to say something else. Stefan cuts me off by quickly kissing me. He pulls back, as I suddenly don't feel the need to ask anymore questions.