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Stefan has a pure heart and it is his curse. (anything4her) wrote in wariscoming,

The world slammed back into him a second after Lexi's hand left his cheek aching. He took a moment, a halting beat, to absorb his surroundings and remember what going on. Right. Locked away. And now tied up. Stefan jerked to try to free himself of his restraints but they held true. Now Lexi had him and she would start her entire arduous process all over again, except this time it wouldn't work. He didn't want to change.

"I'll kill you." Stefan raised his green eyes to Lexi's, the threat brewing clear there. That went beyond hate or wishing her death, he would just cause it and rid himself of his recurring babysitter. He remembered when Damon had killed Lexi right before his eyes, he still remembered how everything had drained out of him, how it felt as though his very feet had been kicked out from under him. Now at the thought of her ashen and still on the ground he felt nothing. It simply was what it was.

Stefan scoffed at the announcement he was a good person or the insinuation he wanted to be a good person. He wanted nothing of the sort. "You're not my best friend," he argued, "and I don't need you." He needed her like he needed a stake to the heart.

Then she mentioned Elena and Stefan looked toward the door. He remembered when he cared. He remembered still how he had felt about the brunette girl but it was like hearing a story about someone else. Now he was just numb. Elena was a name, a person like any other walking around, and he saw them as toys. "I remember," he told Lexi, nodding his head. "And now I don't give a crap." He tugged again at his restraints.