to be or not to be » stefan salvatore

chapter twenty three: my heart a torn thing.

Tension filled the heavy atmosphere as different colored eyes shared looks of annoyance and confusion.

A perky blonde, a brooding hero and a lovely brunette were seated around a table in the Mystic High library.

They were being held captive by a thousand-year-old vampire and a high school girl with a grudge. They had no idea why yet, though, so they were waiting not so patiently for the Original to speak up.

Once she did, everything only became a lot more confusing.

'Class is in session. You've all been compelled; you know the rules. Answer my questions honestly, no disobedience, no one leaves. April, my sweet, take notes. This is how you get answers in this town. Let's start with a little quiz. In the year 1114, my brother learnt, thanks to yours truly, about a brotherhood of vampire hunters with tattoos that grew with each kill. These tattoos revealed what, Elena?'

The blonde turned towards the brunette with a sweet, but very vindictive smile, awaiting her answer.

Elena answered reluctantly, 'A map.'

A hum left rosy lips in approval as the Original asked another question, 'Which led to...? Caroline?'

The question was directed at the only other blonde in the room, who heaved a deep sigh, but answered nonetheless, being compelled to do so.

'A cure for vampirism.'

'Perfect, so we're all caught up,' Rebekah boosted, before turning towards the only male there, 'Stefan Salvatore, the last time we saw each other, you had a vampire hunter, but in order to decode the map, you needed the location of the hunter's sword, which you got out of me by using my own sister against me. Assuming you found the sword, you also found the cure, and yet, you're all still vampires, which means something went wrong.'

Before any of them could answer, she turned towards April, who was fervently scribbling in a notebook.

'What are you doing?' A brow lifted in a mocking way.

April looked up, eyes wide and lips parted slightly, before sheepishly admitting, 'Oh, you asked me to take notes.'

'I wasn't being literal, darling. But now that you mention it...a flow chart would be nice, which means index cards and pushpins. Go, fetch,' She finally decided and watched as the raven-haired girl scrambled away.

Stefan spoke up, annoyance clear in every syllable leaving his mouth, 'You're wasting your time. We don't know anything.'

Rebekah merely rolled her eyes, 'So, you just gave up? I thought you would do anything to save Elena? Even if it meant taking the cure yourself, so you could grow old and die with her?'

Shock washed over Elena's face, not having known this piece of information, which made Rebekah frown in utter confusion.

'Why do you look so surprised?' She inquired, but no answer was given, all in the room averting their eyes, making Rebekah question again, 'I'm missing something. What is it?'

'They broke up, okay?' Caroline snapped harshly, arms crossing over her chest.

Again, Rebekah rolled her eyes, 'Yes, I know that. I was there. But I thought you two still loved each other? I thought Elena was your epic love, Stefan. You would have fought for her, so why didn't you?'

As no one answered for the second time that hour, Rebekah took a seat and directed her full attention towards Stefan, 'I asked you what happened. You have to tell me.'

'Because she slept with Damon,' He swallowed, ignoring the surprised look of Elena, before adding, 'And because of Skye.'

It became extremely quiet in the spacious library for a mere three seconds before Rebekah exclaimed, 'What the hell? Since when do you like Skye?'