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stefanbroods (stefanbroods) wrote in the_triangle_rp,

Stefan had gone hunting in the woods, or at least that had been what he'd intended on doing, but instead had ended up sitting against the trunk of a tree and brooding about his predicament. Klaus had started him on human blood, and he'd done countless horrible things since that point. He'd become 'Ripper' Stefan, the vampire that Lexi had tried so hard to get rid of. Blood just... it controlled him. When he was allowed it, he went right to the extreme; he couldn't just drink in moderation. It was terrifying for him, and for the people he loved. He didn't want Elena seeing him like this.

Honestly, he didn't want Elena seeing him period, he was so ashamed of everything he'd done. He felt like she was disappointed in him, and he didn't blame her for that because he was disappointed in himself. No, he wouldn't take back saving Damon's life because that was his brother, but he wished he'd found another way to do it. Becoming Klaus' right-hand man had been the nail in the coffin for he and Elena's relationship and the signal for Damon to move in on her. He'd most likely already lost her, and it was a horrible feeling.

After a good hour of thinking on it, he finally got up and decided to go down to the beach, maybe take a swim to clear his head. It was getting darker, and it really was beautiful here at this time of night. He put his hands in his pockets as he walked, hugging his jacket closer to himself to ward off the chill.

When he saw Elena sitting there, looking beautiful but troubled, he stopped in his tracks, debating on what he should do. He didn't want to make this harder for her, but God, he missed her and wanted to talk to her, at least just hear her voice, even if all she wanted to do was yell at him. "Elena," he called, wondering what her reaction would be to his presence here. Hopefully it wouldn't be all negative.