Chapter 11 - Comparison is the thief of joy

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SALVATORE BOARDING HOUSE

Stefan leaned down and kissed Aella gently, tongue running along her lower lip begging for entrance. They had been kissing and talking all afternoon, more kissing than anything due to Aella's humor. Talking would quickly turn into either he or Aella laughing from her one-liners, and then they would kiss to stop the laughing.

Stefan loved being in the moment, he was spending time with the girl he really liked, laughing so hard sometimes he thought he would cry. Aella was so unique that he wanted to keep all to himself, the only person that made him smile more than his usual greeting smiles was Lexi. He was sure if Lexi saw him now, she would be questioning if he had been possessed.

Aella's mouth eagerly met his hot, needy kiss as she melted into him for the umpteenth time today. Her body felt limp in his arms until he turned her, so she laid over him again. Stefan's eyes began to change again, and like on the bridge, he pulled back to hide his face, but Aella wasn't going to let him. This had happened a few times, and she didn't want him to be ashamed by what he was.

"No," she sighed sadly, trying to pull his face to hers. "Don't hide it, don't hide you."

Stefan's hands ran up along her bare arms and nestled on the base of Aella's neck, while his temple rested on hers, tilted away from her sight. "It's not something you should see, it means my body wants to taste you. I've done horrible things, I'm a monster."

Aella involuntarily pressed herself against his body, smiling softly when she saw his face change as he groaned softly, "Hey." She tried to turn his face again, and this time he let her, and she was able to gaze on his altered face for real this time. She softly kissed his lips before pulling back and whispering to him, "Just because people do horrible things, it doesn't always mean they're horrible people."

Stefan kissed her, she pulled away, holding onto his gaze, "You call yourself a monster?" At his nod, she pecked his lips once more, "Well, monsters are inside all of us, but it's the choice to let them win that is the real monster... don't ever let that monster win because you are good, Stefan. IF all you ever want to do is love and protect then you are good, what happened in the past is the past, but you changed, and you have been living in the past for far too long."

Stefan just stared at her again, and instead of responding to the most beautiful thing someone had said to him in many years, Stefan settled his lips on hers, portraying his feelings with his embrace than with words.

But in typical Aella form, the brunette pulled back smirking, which nerved Stefan slightly. "And hey, Paul from Twilight was a werewolf, he was considered a monster, and I'd do him over Jacob and Edward any day!"

Stefan laughed and kissed her grinning lips, twisting the witch, so she was on her back, and he was lying on top of her. He groaned softly into her mouth as his ear picked up on someone entering the house, he breathlessly pulled away, turning towards the door with a deep frown.

"What?" Aella questioned, breathing heavily.

Stefan's eyes widened when he recognized the presence, "Elena's here."

"What?!" Aella exclaimed, sitting up.

Stefan's eyes locked on hers, his frown even more prominent, "With Damon."

"What the hell!?" Aella jumped off the bed, adjusting her clothes as she ran towards the door, "You're crazy, happy biting, big brother, Damon?"

When Stefan didn't answer and instead walked quite speedily out of the door, Aella cursed to herself and ran after her boyfriend to save her best friend from the Devil.

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"- I'm sure it'll come up now. Or maybe he didn't want to tell her because he didn't want her to think he was on the rebound. We all know how those relationships end, " Aella heard as she ran down the stairs, presuming this was the famous Damon Salvatore.

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