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Post by Stefan Salvatore on Oct 19, 2014 13:12:57 GMT -6
Watching Caroline storm past him as her disappointment and hate lingered in the room behind her. He felt a weight on his heart and he knew that it was the guilt slowly sinking in. He had hurt the one person that had kept him going through the times that he felt like he was loosing himself. After everything that he had been through he knew that he could always rely on Caroline Forbes.
But now he had ruined the one true friendship that he ever had since Lexi. Part of him knew that if Lexi was here right now she would have followed Caroline. But Lexi was gone, and so was his brother. No amount of thinking could change that. The other side was gone and there was nothing that could be done, Damon and Bonnie were gone. Dead.
It had been four months and in those four months Stefan had searched every single lead that Alaric sent his way and it always led to a dead end. But Stefan had no choice, he had to move on with his life and he hoped that his brother would understand.
Bending down to pick up shards of broken wood that once created his table and chairs, food splattered across the floor and up the walls. Some of it had even made its way onto the ceiling. He would take care of that later, right now all he could think about was Caroline.
Picking up what he could manage to carry he headed outside to his porch and dropped them onto the firewood stack and headed back inside. Stopped in his tracks "Enzo" he murmured. "Let her go" he ordered.
After shaking off the stiffness of his body from being temporarily dead he’d headed towards Caroline’s car hoping the blond perky angel of death would forgive him. There were some things that would never change and no one those things was his temper and hot headed actions. He was a normally calmed and somewhat collected vampire but it didn’t take much build up to make him snap, it was something he and Damon shared in common.
Four months was all it had been since he’d made his return from the other side and Damon had not. Many had lost faith, the other side was gone and therefore all its inhabitants were gone as well, none were left. Though that was something he refused to believe. If there was one thing he had learned in Whitmore house it was that having hope was the only thing that would get you through each day, the hope for a better and brighter tomorrow was a strong motivator.
Damon had fought to keep his strength, had fought through the hell that was Whitmore house and against all odds the vampire had done with none had managed to do before…he escaped. So did Enzo have faith that somehow somewhere his friend still existed? Yes he did because they’d faced impossible odds before.
Opening the door he slid into the passenger seat, “Well that was a bust.” The scent of saline hit his nose as he heard Caroline whimper as she faced the window. There was just enough light in the darkness to cast her reflection on her window. Gripping her chin he turned her head towards him and watched her break down such pain, betrayal and lose was written on her face.
“I’ll be right back.” He growled out before stepping out of the car and slamming the door behind him. Caroline was a good woman, an amazing woman and despite the bad he showed her it would do something to diminish her light. As she had said before her name was Caroline Forbes and she was a good vampire.
His vision was tinted with red and his blood seemed to boil in rage. No one should ever make a woman like that break down. There was more pain in Caroline’s eyes than he’d ever thought to see and she didn’t deserve it. Not after the months of silences from Stefan, she didn’t deserve for him to give up and move on as if it didn’t matter, as if it were over.
He was reminded of the things Damon used to tell him about Stefan, about what a piss poor excuse for a brother he was. That Stefan had turned him against his will, killed their father and then cursed him for being the monster he had created. Of course at the time he’d thought Damon was being over dramatic now he questioned that.
With superhuman speed he was back inside the house and wrapped an arm around Ivy’s waist and throat pulling her against his chest from where she’d been cleaning up after the mess he and Stefan had made. “Don’t scream love, don’t say a word.” He whispered softly waiting for Stefan to come back in.
“As you wish.” The fear coming off of Ivy was intoxicating as he gave a swift twist and broke her neck letting her body tumble thoughtlessly to the floor.
Post by Stefan Salvatore on Oct 20, 2014 3:46:18 GMT -6
"No" he whimpered.
Stefan watched as his girlfriend Ivy collapsed to the floor lifeless. A string of emotions flowed through him as a snarl trembled on his lips. His hands clenched together in tight fists by his sides as he bit down on his lower lip as his own blood pooled in his mouth. His tongue skimmed across the indent marks on his lips as he tasted his own blood. Stefan was always the weaker brother. His decision to feed on animals kept his hunger at bay, but it never ever sated him.
But now this time was different. With enough human blood in his system he could already feel that he was stronger than the last time he and Enzo fought. Ever since he had returned from the other side he had felt this hunger in him that no animal blood could qualm, it was his hunger for human blood. But the temptation to loose himself in the feed, in the blood lust was too much. It took all his strength and willpower to only feed from blood bags that he stole from the local blood bank.
Seeing red as his shoulders rose to the base of his ears as he rose to the balls of his feet and launched himself at Enzo. His hand wrapped tightly around his neck as a noose as he slammed his head against the wall next to him. With such strength that was brewing inside Stefan, it was enough strength to crack a hole through the wall. Photo frame rattled on nearby walls and once close by shook and fell to the floor as the glass cracked and shattered across the floor.
Standing in what was their dinner that Stefan had been cooking for him and Ivy, only to be invaded by unwanted guests in the form of his brother's best friend Enzo and his own best friend Caroline Forbes. Although now he knew that she would no longer give him that title. He had broken her. But it was for the best, if he was going to move on then he would have to let go of everything that tied him to Mystic Falls.
"Why my brother was ever friends with you, I'll never understand!" he snarled.
Bending down he picked up a broken table leg that was shattered from their earlier outburst, having lied to Ivy that his friend was a bad drunk. But Enzo was not his friend, he only put up with him because he knew that he was unpredictable. He was nothing more than a murderer. Spinning the wooden shard in his hand as his other hand slammed Enzo against the wall as more of the wall crumbled against the impact.
Growling as he pierced the table leg through his stomach as it slid in like a hot knife through butter. Giving it a sharp twist and revelling in the groans and hisses that came from Enzo. Stefan gave a glance to Ivy's body that slumped on the floor, he paused for a moment as he felt guilt creep in hastily followed by grief.
“Now that I have your attention Stefan, we need to have a chat.” Enzo stated matter of fact like as if he didn’t just snapped the man’s girlfriend without a thought. She was only a human Stefan hadn’t even known for six months and honestly Enzo just didn’t care. Maybe he cruel, thoughtless and vindictive but at least he slept well at night.
Hearing Stefan whimper out in sorrow was music to his ears as he watch the parade of emotions cross the other man’s face. It was pathetic, Damon had made his brother out to be some sort of monster, a ripper and yet the weak, stupid man who felt for some human girl was what he currently saw. Yes Enzo had once cared for Maggie and she was human but she knew more about him than one alive ever had.
Rage seemed to come over Stefan as he finally went into action and on the attack. The other vampire was on him in an instant and yet he wasn’t the least bit afraid nor did he really feel Stefan’s hold, he was too far gone for that. He didn’t need to turn off his emotions to ignore pain, he’d had years to learn that skill and there was nothing Stefan could possibly do to hurt him.
A smirk pulled across his lips at being able to bring the violent side out of Stefan, it had been far too boring up until this point after all. As Stefan bend down his eyes followed the movement watching as the other picked up a broken table leg. Ah yes, the Salvatore seemed to think he had the upper hand, seemed to run in the family. The wood was plunged through his stomach with great force and he was pinned to the wall.
A snarling groaned escaped him as pain shot through his body and though he was used to pain he couldn’t stop the reaction. He’d been through worse, much worse but pain was pain and it could only be ignored to an extent.
Stefan made the mistake of underestimating him and what he’d been through as he turned away to look at the body of the dead woman. Wrapping his hands around the table leg he tightened his grip before giving a sharp jerk pulling it from his body. Blood flowed but he knew the wound would heal soon enough. With vampire speed he was behind Stefan and slammed the wooden table leg against the other vampire’s skull causing it to shatter.
“I’ve got a girl out there crying over you and for the life of my I’ll never be able to understand why.” He spat out in obvious disgust. “She trusted you. For four months that girl thought you were looking for a way to get your brother and her best friend back and yet here you are playing house. You are a pathetic excuse for a man and an even worse excuse for a brother.”
Post by Stefan Salvatore on Oct 21, 2014 8:44:08 GMT -6
Everyone that Stefan ever cared or even allowed himself to feel something for left him. Their lives in constant danger because of what he was and what they were oblivious to see before their very eyes. His brief admission to Ivy that he was a vampire, laughed off as a simple joke. He should have known in that moment that it was not meant to be, but Stefan did not want to be alone. After the death of his brother he had spent three months searching for every lead that came his way and it all ended the same.
But now it was his time to live the life that he wanted, a normal day to day job in the garage, an ass of a boss who wouldn't give him a pay rise and a girl that maybe in time he could learn to love. But not now, Ivy was dead and he did not care about his job any more. The pain and loss of his brother that he had been fighting to push aside was slowly starting to creep in. His hand twisted as Enzo grabbed hold of the broken table leg that he had been gripping was snatched from his hand.
A brute force knocked him to his knees as Enzo stood behind him with the table leg as it was smashed over his head and catching glimpse of it shattering to pieces. A deep throaty snarl trembled on his lips as he snarled as he bit down on his lower lip. He could hear everything that Enzo was saying about Caroline and his brother.
A pained cry poured out of his mouth as a tear prickled in the corner of his eye and his mouth hung open to respond. But he could not find the words. Hearing their names - Caroline, Damon fluttering through his mind, memories of laughter filled him. "Stop!" he hissed as his head hung low, his fingernails dug into the floorboards.
He couldn't handle it any more, all this talk of Damon and Caroline. The words that he said too her, he hadn't meant any of it but he had no choice. For him to move on he had to let go of everyone that he cared about and that included Caroline "You killed-her" he snarled. Daring to look over to Ivy's body as it remain slumped in the same position.
She was an innocent, she didn't have to die. It was his fault and Enzo had to pay. Gathering what strength that he had his hand snatched out and wrapped around Enzo's leg as he gave a sharp tug and pulled his leg out from underneath him and watched him fall to the ground. Blood trickled from a deep cut from his head, hidden beneath his hair from where small splinters of wood scratched his skin.
His vision blurred as he attempted to manoeuvre himself to his feet, only for his legs to give way as he collapsed to his back, his hand shooting up to cup his open cut on his head as his voice echoed pain and discomfort. Even with human blood in his system, he was still not as strong as Enzo and he knew that.
The pain and glimmer of tears in Stefan’s eyes did nothing to lessen his anger. It wasn’t just Caroline this man had fooled, it was Elena, Alaric and himself and Caroline’s tears may have started all this but he had no mercy or sympathy for those who hurt him. Sure he could have attack Stefan head on but that would have gotten nothing across in his thick skull. The best way to harm a person was to go after what they cared for most and Enzo cared for nothing, maybe a bit for Caroline but Stefan would never harm her more than he already had with his words tonight.
“Stop? I’m sorry mate do you think I’m here to hold your hand and help you through this? I care nothing for you Stefan, you’re just the man who plays at being the brother to my best friend.” He paused looking down at the broken man and curled his lip in disgust. “Damon used to say he hated you and I though ‘how can someone hate their own brother?’ Brothers look out for you, might be some sibling rivalry but there’s always love. You see I haven’t had a family in a very long time Stefan and I envied what you and Damon had even if it was tainted with hate.”
Turning his voice rose until he was yelling. “I defended you! I told him that family was all he had and that was more than most of us would ever have again! I told him to forgive you but it’s so very clear now that you are no brother to Damon because brothers never give up.” He said in a low hiss.
When Stefan said he killed her he looked over to Ivy, “Waste of a pretty girl like that, I’ll agree on that but you don’t care about your own pain and so she had to die. You were playing at something you willneverbe. Anytime you try to start over, anytime you try and start a life while Damon remains rotting wherever he might be I will end your happiness. You can either have Ivy be the first or the last of those you care about who I kill.”
Stefan took his legs out from under him and he hit the ground the pain in his stomach exploding but he pushed through it with a groan. Stefan was unsteady on his feet before he fell to the ground. A smirk spread across his face as he pushed himself to his feet and approached Stefan. “I’ve been more of a brother to Damon than you ever have Stefan. And now I’m the one helping Caroline, giving her hope mate. You can either help or you can stay the hell out of my way.”
He felt nothing from killing Ivy, her death meant nothing to him and much as Damon had killed the Whitmore line over and over for a century he could and would do the same when it came to Stefan. “I have a very long life to live and I’m not above making this my life’s work.” Leaning down he slammed a fist against Stefan's jaw causing the sound of cracking bone to reach his ears.
Post by Stefan Salvatore on Oct 21, 2014 9:59:30 GMT -6
Stefan could hear every single word that Enzo spoke and he could feel the anger building up inside of him to react but the words penetrated deep into him. Damon was the only family that he had left and now that he was gone, Stefan was all alone. It shouldn't have been like this, it was never meant to be like this. It should have been forever, him and his brother.
But now, the love that his brother had for Stefan had caused his death. Stefan had made peace with the fact that in death he could find the peace that he had been searching for. But now, that was a distant memory. He watched his brother come together with a plan to bring them back. Stefan knew that it should have been him that remained on the other side. Damon would have had Elena to comfort him, but it was too late.
He couldn't change things, he would have to live with his guilt for the rest of his immortal life. He wanted to scream at Enzo, tell him that he was wrong but he couldn't "Kill...Kill me" he snarled. If that was all Enzo wanted to do, then death would have been easier. He would escape his pain of failing his brother.
Crying out in anger as Enzo's fist slammed against his jaw as he heard bones cracking. Blood poured from his mouth as bone pierced through into his mouth as his tongue pricked the sharp edge. He was rendered speechless as more blood poured from his mouth.
Rolling onto his back as blood spluttered from his mouth and trickled down his cheeks onto the floor. His eyes rolled in their sockets as droplets of blood stained his sclera.
The lack of a fight within the man was just pathetic, maybe he truly had broken him which was not his intention. If they were to find out anything to bring Damon and Bonnie back all hands needed to be on deck and it was obvious Stefan wasn’t. “You’ve given up mate. He never gave up on you and yet here you were pretending to live alive that was never meant for our kind.” He was just as guilty of leaving Damon behind but never had he thought the man wouldn’t make it out.
Neither of them could change their actions on what had happened that day but he refused to give up hope because if he did then he had nothing. Damon had freed him from Whitmore and he would spent the rest of long life trying to figure out how to free Damon and Bonnie from death.
“No mate, I’m not going to kill you. Though you are a piss poor excuse for a brother he needs you. I will bring him back with or without your help because until you I don’t know how to give up. You gave up on Elena, you gave up on Caroline and you gave up on two people who would have done anything for you. Bonnie disappeared with the other side so we could live.” His eyes were narrowed on Stefan angrily. Damon had been his brother for his whole life and Bonnie had risked her life time and time again to help the little Scooby gang and Stefan just wanted to move on.
Leaning down he hissed in Stefan’s ear. “Killing you would free you from this existence, it would free you of your guilt and your responsibility. I refuse to let you off that easily mate. Just something to think about.” Pressings his hands to either side of Stefan’s face he snapped his neck in one quick move. The man would come back and probably be pissed about it fuck him if he thought this was no longer his problem. Stefan wouldn’t be the reason Caroline cried anymore, if he were smart he’d work on being a better brother and friend until someone decided to separate him from this life and it wouldn’t be Enzo.