Is it weird that this idea came to me in a dream?
Italics: Elena's thoughts
Parties. Why did she always insist on going to parties? Why couldn't she ever be the good girl who stayed home on a Friday night to study? Especially because lately she spent the entire night getting completely, horribly wasted. And most especially when the party was being held by none other than Stefan Salvatore, which, Elena had to admit, was probably why she kept taking drink after drink after drink. It helped drown out her emotions and feelings and keep them from eating away at her like they always did. And with that thought she took another drink.
"You know, I think you need to cut back on the vodka. You're starting to turn into an alcoholic," came that annoying, mocking voice from behind her. And emotionless, can't forget emotionless.
"I could say the same about you, Stefan. Maybe you should start going to bloodaholics anonymous," Elena slurred back.
"Now, now, Elena, you and I both know that I have it completely under control," he winked at her. "Where are you off to?" he added as he amusedly watched her stumble off into the crowded living room.
"To find another drink and wallow in self-pity" she waved him off and continued walking, although tripping might have been a better word.
"So, if you're not having fun, why did you come?" Stefan chuckled, clearly enjoying her drunken display.
Because even though I hate you, I can't stand to be away from you.
Elena quickly spun around to reply, only to run head first into Stefan, who was standing way too close to her for comfort. She stumbled backwards, and just before she hit the ground his arm encircled her waist, and he pulled her back up into his chest.
And because no matter how many times you say you've turned off your humanity, you never fail to catch me when I fall.
Elena scowled at her thoughts and pushed herself away from Stefan, who she was angry to see was still smirking at her. How could she still have hope that she could save him? He was being so difficult.
"Why do you always catch me, Stefan? I know it would be so much more amusing for you to just watch me fall," she spat.
"Klaus would have my head," he replied with a shrug.
"Right. Goodnight Stefan. It's time to go home," she said while quickly spinning away from him once more, and regretting it immediately when she became dizzy and almost fell flat on her face in the process.
"Don't start this again," Stefan growled, referring to her attempt to drive home and probably remembering the night when she dangerously plunged off of the high school bleachers in a drunken haze. His hand flew out and grabbed her waist, spinning her towards him.
"You can't drive." As he said this, he dipped his hand into the pocket of her shorts and pulled out the keys to her car.
"Hey!" Elena protested, but it was too late. Stefan already tossed the keys over his head, resulting in them landing somewhere amidst the crowd of dancing teenagers. She'd never find them now.
"You can stay here tonight," Stefan told her, mocking her again.
"Can't you just drive me home?" she said.
"I can't very well leave my own party, now can I? What's wrong? Don't you trust me enough to stay here?" he teased.
"As a matter of fact…" Elena mumbled under her breath.
"Up you go, Elena! Time for you to sleep off your buzz." And with that, he whisked the girl who he was put in charge of up and over his shoulder and carried her upstairs, where he plopped her down onto his own bed.
"I don't want to stay here," Elena whined as he pulled back the blankets. There were too many memories involving this bed, and with the alcohol in her system, she would never be able to push them back now. Because, who was she kidding before? It never helped keep her thoughts away for too long. It only helped to dull the pain, even if only a small amount.
"I don't really care what you want," Stefan the Ripper retorted as he slipped off her sneakers and tucked her into the blankets.
"I've noticed. You don't really care about anything anymore, save for blood."
"And fulfilling Klaus' orders," he added.
"How could I forget?" Elena whispered sarcastically, turning away from him.
"Goodnight, Elena, sleep well." And with that, Stefan turned away and walked out of the room, shutting the door behind him and engulfing Elena in darkness in the process.
She didn't know when she had eventually fallen asleep, but she did know that it wasn't very long until she was waking up. Elena sighed and brushed her hair out of her face. The room was still dark, which told her that it was still the middle of the night, so what had woken her up? And then she heard it, the noise that had pulled her out of her hallucinatory dreams: the loud CREEEEAK! of the bedroom door slowly being pushed open.
"Stefan?" she whispered, even though her gut feeling told her that it was not Stefan who was cautiously opening up the door. Even though this new Stefan, the one compelled by Klaus, made her worried, his presence would never paralyze her with a fear this intense.
The door continued to open, allowing some light from the hallway to shine over the aged wooden floor. Fear stabbed at Elena again as she saw a pair of bright yellow eyes in the shadow of the door.
"Stefan!" she whispered louder, hoping he could hear her and would come to her aide.
She could hear whatever this yellow-eyed creature was moving closer to her bed. Elena slowly sat up, willing herself to be brave. She just had to make it to the doorway and away from whatever it was that was stalking her in the room. Quietly, she perched herself up in bed. She could hear the creature getting closer to her, and right as it was only a couple of steps away from the bed, Elena jumped. She leapt off the bed and almost made it to the door when the thing grabbed her, pulling her to the ground.
"STEFAN!" she creamed as she was pulled across the floor. Over and over she shouted his name, but he didn't come.
Thinking quickly, Elena kicked out with her feet, coming into contact with whatever was pulling her. It let go, allowing her to lunge away, but it was only a second before it grabbed onto her again. She shouted out Stefan's name one more time before the bedroom light flicked on and the creature disappeared.
Elena immediately moved over to the wall and wrapped her arms around her legs, her entire body trembling.
"Elena, what happened?"
"Damon," she sobbed, and in a blur he was beside her, pulling her into his arms.
"Something attacked me. I don't know what it was. It's eyes-" she choked out.
"What's all the commotion in here?" Stefan's voice came from the hallway. His tone was joking at first, but it quickly turned to concern when he saw a very vulnerable Elena shaking on the floor. "What's going on?"
"Why didn't you come when I shouted for you? I needed you, Stefan, and you were nowhere to be found!"
The last thing Elena saw before burying her face in Damon's shoulder was Stefan the Ripper looking very guilty for someone who turned off his humanity.
Author's Note: So I'm kind of acting on an impulse here. I dreamt up this entire chapter the other night, no lie, and when I woke up I just had to write it out. So I did, and my brain was just whirling with thoughts for chapters to come, and I decided what-the-heck, I'll just post it. I have an idea as to where I want this story to go, and how I want to get there, but I figured I'll just let it play out and see where the story takes me.
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Thank you for reading :)