Stefan Salvatore is tired of revenge. (tohaveloved) wrote in landofatlantis, @ 2011-06-16 01:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | stefan salvatore - tohaveloved |
WHO: Stefan and Katherine (deceptivekitty)
WHEN: Wednesday night
WHERE: The beach
WHAT: Stefan's a complete mess after learning the truth about Elena and Katherine
RATING: High
STATUS: In progress
He hadn't meant to kill the girl. She had just been in the wrong place at the wrong time. Her long dark hair, so like Elena's, was matted with the blood that had gone everywhere when Stefan had torn into her neck. He'd wanted to hear her screams. He'd told her to run. She'd thought she had a chance for just a second before Stefan had caught up with her. Her body had gone limp so quickly - much quicker than he'd expected. He realised why when he'd seen the bloody gash in her neck made by his ripping, tearing teeth. He'd destroyed her life so easily. He'd thought it would help. He'd thought he could just turn it off and become the vampire Damon had always said he should be, forget all about love and trust and loyalty. What did they mean to him any more? But it hadn't worked. He felt worse than ever. He'd dragged the girl's lifeless body back to where he'd been sitting before collapsing to the sand, pulling her into his lap. He cradled her in his arms, her blood seeping out, staining the sand around them a deep red colour. He was covered in it and the smell made him feel sick - hungry, but sick. The empty vodka bottles from his downing session earlier were scattered around the gruesome duo, the latest, half full, bottle propped beside him where he'd left it when he'd seen the girl coming. He grabbed for it and took a long swig. "Do you want some," he said to the dead girl, slurring his words. His hands were sticky with blood and he left finger marks in red on the clear glass of the bottle. Blood from around his mouth had mingled with the vodka, turning it a pink colour. Stefan slowly pushed the lips of the bottle against the gash on the girl's neck. It was still letting off a small trickle of dark red blood, drops of which splashed down into the vodka. He looked at it, holding it up before his eyes as he watched it diffuse in the alcohol. He clenched his eyes tight shut as he took a long drink of the bloody vodka. The taste of the girl's blood excited him and sickened him at the same time. A ragged sob escaped his lips, a trickle of vodka running down his chin, cleaning a little trail in the blood there. The vodka bottle fell from his hand to the sand where it began glugging out and seeping away into the sand. Stefan leaned forward over the girl's lifeless form, clutching her to him, hot salty tears soaking into her bloody clothes. "I'm so sorry," he cried, his sobs muffled by her body. "I just wanted to stop it hurting. I just want it to stop..."