Chapter 06: Stefan

WARNING: Stefan’s even worse than Elijah.

“Saint Stefan Salvatore,” a girl’s voice taunted him. “So addicted to real blood that every once in awhile he needs his Supernatural twelve step program.”

Not that this girl was wrong, but what the hell? He turned around to face her and saw a tiny girl standing in front of him, long brown hair, elegantly flowing over her bare shoulders and her brown eyes were perfectly accentuated with makeup. “Excuse me?”

The girl shrugged. “I thought you were supposed to be the good brother,” she said as she reached out to caress his arm. “What’s it like seeing your brother be all worried and lovey dovey over your girlfriend? Oh, that’s right, you’re not together anymore.”

His jaw dropped in surprise. What the hell?

“I know that history is bound to repeat itself, but really? Again with the same girl? You’re a vampire, for God’s sake, stick with your own kind and leave the humans be,” it sounded like an insult or a warning, but she looked so sweet about it as she managed to pull him away from watching whatever he was doing. “From what I’ve heard she’s this lightning catcher, causing trouble left and right for you and your brother, why bother, Stefan?” She sighed as she rounded the corner with him and lead him up to a flight of stairs. “Why is your kind so sentimental?”

She had a point, but it was Elena she was talking about, he needed to defend her honor. “You have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Well, if you love her so much, why not turn her and make her yours forever? Turn her and your problems will be over.”

He had to laugh at that. “I don’t know who you are, but that’s funny. You can’t turn someone against their will!”

“Why not? You’re a vampire; she’s a tiny human,” she replied before pulling him into a bedroom. “Look at Klaus Mikaelson, for example, he needed your girlfriend for a ritual and allowed nothing and no one to stop him from taking her, despite your best efforts,” she continued, closing the door behind her. “And he’ll do so again and again. Turn her and you won’t have to deal with that anymore because then her blood isn’t that special anymore.”

“It’s not that easy.”

She shrugged for an answer. She was right, though; Stefan loved humanity, he loved humans, he loved free will, but did that get him what he wanted? No, not really. He was merely existing and not doing anything with his long life. Even his enemy Klaus had done something with his life and was an accomplished artist.

What was he?

He didn’t realize he was so caught up inside his own mind, wrestling with his own thoughts that he hadn’t noticed her undressing herself, and she was freaking gorgeous. His jaw likely ended up somewhere on the floor, and he couldn’t help but stare at her. She was flawless; she had curves in the right places, and her breasts were just perfect.

“Hey, dude, my eyes are up here,” she smirked, his head immediately shooting back up to look at her. “Here’s the deal,” she said, putting her hands on her sides and straightening her back, pushing her breasts forward. “I’m giving you the opportunity to prove to me, and yourself, that you’re not some kind of Mary Sue vampire. You can do anything you want with me except drink from me and mark me. Of course, killing is out of the question too.”

“What, you mean, have sex?”

She shrugged. “Use me in whatever way you seem fit. Be as rough with me as you wish, just don’t mark me or kill me.”

“I can’t.”

“Pussy,” she coughed before smiling innocently.

“No, I really can’t.”

“Wuss,” she coughed again, and still that same smile on her face. “I chose you, Stefan, I could have gone for Damon, no doubt he wouldn’t hesitate to use this body for naughty purposes.”

“I don’t even know you.”


She moved to grab her clothes to get dressed again. No, Stefan didn’t want that either. Yes, he’d been too hard on himself, too restrictive, but if he didn’t control himself, he’d quickly turn into a Ripper. He just came back from being one and was still reeling from the experience!

“Look, Stefan, it’s alright to let loose every once in awhile. Fun is not related to drinking human blood; it’s what you decide is fun. Hell, for all I care we snuggle up and watch a movie together.” She pointed at the stack of dvds on the shelf. “What about Shrek? You and Prince Charming look like you could have been brothers. Or, I don’t know… Diary of a Wimpy Kid?”

“How about I just leave?” The girl was annoying him now. She had gone from teasing to insulting him, naked or not; he wasn’t interested.

She laughed at that. “Sure, leave. It’s no wonder that Elena developed feelings for Damon, you’re really the laughing stock of the vampire world! Mary Sue! Fake!”

She brushed passed him and something inside of him just snapped. He grabbed her by the arm and pushed her against the wall, hard. Stefan could feel his vampire face bleed out, but he wouldn’t drink from her despite the urge to do so. Instead of crying out in pain, she was laughing. This girl was crazy. “Enough! I will show you that I’m-”

“Still talking,” she reminded him as she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. “Show, not tell.”

His hands moved over her body as he claimed her mouth, frantically moving them through the bedroom to find the best spot to show her that he meant business. She had somehow managed to undo his pants, and as it dropped to his ankles, he lost his balance and slammed the both of them into the table, who buckled under the assault – did only the table break or did he break her too?

Finding himself on top of her on the floor on what remained of the table, he pried her legs off of him and turned her around; he didn’t want to look at her beautiful face while fucking her. It hurt too much, and he didn’t want to feel anything. That’s how he was dealing with the whole situation that was going on outside this room too; denying himself to feel something for Elena, hating himself for what he had done to her and he really didn’t want to care, because it hurt.

The girl underneath him was maddening him with her laughter, somehow knowing what he wanted as she put her ass in the air and put her head on her arms, face turned away from him. She was coyly wiggling that beautiful ass of hers, and while he was usually so thoughtful, he really didn’t care right now. She offered, he would deliver. He was a monster and with this girl, he didn’t have to pretend. It felt so good, so invigorating and damn; he needed to be inside of her now.

Stefan slicked up his cock with his spit before slamming inside of her, and the girl let out a surprised yelp, followed by a moan. She was so warm and inside of her, he could feel her heartbeat and much to his surprise, she wasn’t scared of him. Her heart was supposed to beat faster, in fear, in heat, but it didn’t.

It wasn’t good enough.

He angrily pulled out of her and went over to the window to open it before picking her up like some sort of ragdoll. Stefan bent her over the window opening, dangling the top side of her body out of the window, grabbing her hands to keep them on her back, so she didn’t have any way to hold herself steady before entering her again. Hard.

Her body moved back and forth over the little ledge the window was supposed to be in, but this had the desired effect, her heartbeat was fast, the smell of panic filling his nostrils as he fucked her. Stefan wasn’t sure if he’d stop now if she told him to. He could feel the bones in her wrists break as he held onto her, causing her to cry out in pain, but only for a moment.

Stefan heard her sucking in a breath, and a little moan escaped her lips after regaining her composure. She was absolutely crazy, and he didn’t want to feel sorry for her for breaking her wrists. She seemed to be doing fine, anyway.

He tugged on the wrists before commanding her to keep them there and then grabbed a fist full of hair, pulling her head back, arching her back so beautifully as he kept pounding inside of her, the sun caressing her doll-like face. The smell of blood filling his nostrils, making his movements even more frantic, his hold on her hair even tighter as he fought against taking a chunk out of her elegant neck.

Stefan came hard, feeling all of his frustrations just ebb away as he spilled inside of this girl, now half dangling out of the window and only hanging on by the sheer force of him holding her by her hair. He released his hold on her as he got out of her and stumbled back, shocked by the blood dripping from the window panes as she toppled over and out the window.

When he rushed downstairs, there wasn’t a body, she was gone, but he was still in shock of what he had just done; he had gone crazy on a girl who offered and while it had been amazing and a rush, he had broken her. She had fallen out of the window because blood distracted him. Where was she?

Where the fuck was she? He needed to find her before she died to save her. Realizing he was half undressed, he made his way back to the bedroom and found no evidence of him ever having been there, apart from his pants, neatly folded on the bed. There was no blood, no broken furniture.

What the fuck was she?



  1. hahaha unfortunately yes, Stefan too. *pets*

  2. It just reminds me of how they constantly call him the good brother and St. Stephen when he straight up loss control and does much worse stuff than Damon and actually enjoys it, while Damon is just unapologetic about being a vampire and needing human blood for sustenance. In general, he just does not sympathize with humans any more than most humans sympathize with cows or chickens.

  3. yuck!!!i’m blind i’m blind!!! not stephan too!!! no wonder she ran off lol i would too! update again soon

  4. Meh something’s wrong with the notification system of the app and the website. Not getting comments. >.<

  5. Oh, that is gross! But yeah, totally fits Stefan!

    I could have gone worse, I suppose, but yeah…

  6. When he lets go or is in ripper mode, Stefan always makes me think of Warren Zevon’s song, “Excitable Boy,” particularly the last verse of the song …

    He took little Suzie to the Junior Prom
    Excitable boy, they all said
    And he raped her and killed her, then he took her home
    Excitable boy, they all said
    Well, he’s just an excitable boy
    After ten long years they let him out of the home
    Excitable boy, they all said
    And he dug up her grave and built a cage with her bones
    Excitable boy, they all said
    Well, he’s just an excitable boy

    It’s a really catchy tune, but it paints horrible images in your mind when you really pay attention to the lyrics beyond the constant “Excitable boy, they all said” and “Well, he’s just an excitable boy” catch phrases throughout the song.

    Anyways, this chapter was gruesome, yet good. From your warnings though, I expected worse. 🙂

  7. Bad Stefan! Naughty!

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