::Stefan, Damon:: You Should Know

[Elena Isobel Gilbert]

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Seeing the warmth in Stefan’s eyes as he told her that it would be okay she winced as she drove the knife into his stomach. She felt tears well up in her brown orbs but could do nothing about them. She was thankful more than anything else when Stefan pulled the knife out and took it away from her. She didn’t want that anywhere near her. If Stefan hadn’t just come back from a ripper binge she would have offered her blood in order to make sure he healed quicker but she knew that he couldn’t handle that right now…or at least she knew that he didn’t think he could. So she stayed quiet, also not wanting to draw even more attention to herself than she already had. She really hadn’t thought that Damon would compel her to do something like that since she had been around him a couple of times without vervain in the past and he’d never hurt her…so why now?

Of course the answer was obvious…it was because he didn’t remember who she was. He didn’t remember that he cared about her or his brother…he didn’t care about any of them…only Katherine, something that to this day made her sick. She clearly remembered how obsessed Damon was with Katherine back in the day and it still surprised her. She couldn’t quite guess why so many people were willing to do whatever they could for her ancestor. While she and Katherine had grown a bit closer than their earlier encounters she still remembered all that Katherine had done in the past so why people would go so far as to protect her she still wasn’t sure…not that she would ever say anything about that out loud.

She took the bracelet from Damon and slipped it back on her wrist, wanting to put her necklace back on as well but didn't want to draw attention to it. That necklace had been her saving grace more than a few times and she didn't want anything to happen to it so she left it where it was, making a mental note to pick it up before she left whenever that might be. She stood next to Stefan, not wanting to leave his side. She felt as if something else had happened as he seemed more tense than he normally was, though that could have been because she had stabbed him in the stomach. Touching his arm she whispered an apology to him, hoping that he would forgive her.

She couldn’t believe that after she had been compelled to tell him the truth that he still didn’t believe them! The only way to prove that she didn’t have vervain in her system was to let him drink from her and there was no way in hell that would ever happen. Not only would Stefan never allow it but neither would she. So she really wasn’t sure where to go from here. Looking up at Stefan she made a split decision. “Fine Damon. You are such a stubborn jackass. Just go…or better yet, we’ll go. You’ll get your memories back eventually and when you do, just remember that I tried to tell you who you really were. Don’t expect either of us to forgive you.” She told him with a glare, knowing he might laugh at her outrage now but when he remembered he’d feel extremely guilty.

Word Count:: 608
Tag:: Stefan Salvatore, Damon Salvatore
Outfit:: Click here for Elena’s Outfit!
Note:: Figure each of us can post once or twice more and then end it since we’ve already got other threads going on where Damon’s memories are back

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[Stefan Demetrio Salvatore]

His arms firmly crossed, Stefan waited patiently as Elena talked about everything that had happened, though Damon was becoming increasingly bored. Eventually, when Damon had her stop and was reluctant to believe this as the truth, Stefan couldn’t help but letting a single harsh laugh escape him. What other proof did he want? He knew that Elena had to be telling the truth, he was just being obstinate. In the end, Damon was still trying to act aloof, but his brother didn’t quite buy it. He frowned at Damon mocking his girlfriend, ”That’s what you asked for. A lot has happened.” His voice was quite bitter, defending Elena as she couldn’t defend herself under Damon’s compulsion.

As the pain still radiated from the wound, Stefan caught the look in his brother’s eyes, a certain type of sadism that the younger Salvatore had hoped he would never see again. It was foolish of him to think that they would ever return to the closeness they had in their childhood, but the trust they had built these past couple of years was gone and it was depressing to see it gone… perhaps forever. And he refused to let Elena, the whole reason Damon had begun to tap into his humanity, anywhere close, rejecting her almost completely. Try as he might, the anger Stefan felt was slowly sinking into more of a melancholy hopelessness. Would they have to start again from the beginning or would they not even get that chance?

His thoughts were interrupted by Elena sidling up next to him and her fingers brushing against his arm. Her murmurs were soft, but perfectly clear to him. The vampire gently shook his head, obviously showing that no apology was necessary, but he moved closer to her, trying to alleviate any feelings of guilt she might have. The wound really hadn’t been so bad, since Stefan was able to position himself so that the cut was clean, and it had nearly healed all the way up. Between the alcohol and the time passed, the pain had almost gone away too. Chances were she would still feel a little bad about things, but the other choice she had was not acceptable for him. In fact, with Klaus’ compulsion on him, he had little choice in the matter, even if he wasn’t naturally driven to protect Elena.

Although, it seemed as if this attempt to bring him back was failing. Damon was becoming more annoying and Elena was slowly but surely becoming fed up with Damon’s crap. It wasn’t so surprising that she laid out everything for him and then planned for them to leave, considering that Damon was choosing to still not believe them. And he had to agree. The longer they stayed with Damon and the more bored he got, the more unpredictable he would get. And though he would have no trouble taking on Damon, Stefan didn’t want Elena getting caught in the crossfire. He placed a hand on Elena’s shoulder, ready to lead her away. Although he did look back to his brother, his tone somehow suddenly calm and strong, ”I’m not going to give up, Damon. Even like this, you still care about Katherine. And that means something is still in there.”

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TAGS: Damon, Elena
WORD COUNT: 542
NOTES: Yeah, I think it's about time to wrap this up :3

[ADMIN ASHLEY]