Twisted Tales: A Collection of Fanfiction and Short Stories

An Original's Love Part One (TVD/TO)

Have you ever had a love that just seemed to be consumed by the darkness? That is wasn't you who were dark, but your lover? You have always been such a light and happy person, but there is just that one guy who you are attracted to because of his dark aura? They say that most are alluded to the darkest of hearts, and that was the case for Stefan Salvatore. Ever since Klaus Mikaelson has arrived to Mystic Falls, he found a certain attraction to him. The attraction caught Stefan by surprise because he had just gotten out of a relationship with Elena Gilbert. Now, Elena was dating his brother Damon.

Stefan has fought with his attraction to Klaus for a year now, and it will not go away. He loves everything about Klaus. He loves his sexy accent. He loves the way Klaus moves. His hair. His beautiful eyes. The way he walks. The way he talks. He literally loves everything about him.

Nowadays, there is not a moment where Stefan doesn't think about Klaus. For a year now, Klaus has been gone from the quaint little town of Mystic Falls. He left town to go take care of New Orleans, they city he and his family of Original vampires helped build. Back in the 20s, he was run out by his father. Klaus had always had a bad history with his father. Well, Michael wasn't even his father, his father was a werewolf. It was a secret affair his mother, Esther, had had. Now, with his father dead and the city falling apart, Klaus had left town to go gain control of a new one. Since then, Stefan has missed him every single day. Sure, they may have had a rough start and were enemies for awhile, but deep down Stefan loved him. It was Klaus who had brought out his Ripper side, and he secretly liked that. He told Elena, his ex, that he didn't. But he kind of did. If there was anything Stefan loves about himself, it is his humanity. It is the one thing that keeps him together. Going into his old Ripper days however had brought him closer to Klaus.

Now that the Travelers were gone and had made Mystic Falls a magic free zone, Stefan had nowheres else to go. Since the town was magic free, anything created by magic could not go in. Him and all of his friends were stranded while his brother and Bonnie were left dead on the Other Side. He was homeless and in desperate need of a new place to live. Elena was being a little bitch because she had lost Damon, and Stefan understood her since that was his brother, but he was getting tired of it. He was so distressed that he began contemplating on moving to New Orleans. At least he would know Klaus there. And maybe Elijah and Rebekah would be there too! Well, it was a desperate move, but desperate times calls for desperate measures.

So, Stefan finally went ahead and decided that he would go to New Orleans. How was he going to tell the rest of the group though? They have stuck together for the last four months now on the road. Right now they were in Atlanta trying to build a home for themselves there. They moved down a few states to try and have a fresh start, but it wasn't really working out for them. They all hated it and wanted to go back home. While they had left the state, Matt and Jeremy had stayed back home in Mystic Falls. They did not want to give up on their lives there. Tyler was supposed to stay, but the place had so much misery left for him. It reminded him of his family too much and for once he had missed them. They would definitely be upset with him for wanting to leave the group.

As they walked down the streets of Atlanta, Stefan stopped walking. Caroline, Elena, Tyler, and Alaric kept on walking. "You guys, there is something that I have to say." Stefan said to them. Everyone stopped walking and turned around to look at him.

Elena stepped forward. "What is it, Stefan?" she asked with a frown on her face. She could always tell when Stefan was about to deliver bad news.

Stefan looked at all of them and gave a weak smile. "I have decided that I am going to leave this group and go own my own. I do not want to make Atlanta my new home. I don't belong here with you guys."

Now Alaric, good old Alaric, stepped forward. "Stefan, what the hell are you saying man?" Alaric was just as upset as the others. It showed on their faces. Alaric didn't want Stefan to leave. They were all still trying to teach him the ropes of being a vampire. He had only been back from the dead for four months now.