#thenobleripper

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rebekah was surprised when she looked through the peephole of her front door and saw stefan salvatore. he’d made it perfectly clear that whatever had been between them was long gone, and rebekah had adjusted. after a few of the terrible things that she’d done, especially to elena, she thought he’d never speak to her again. she opened her door and took a few steps back to look at him. “and what is it that you want, stefan?”

The downside of no longer being on the cheerleading squad was that now when Bonnie and Caroline had practice Elena was left out. Normally it wouldn’t have bothered her, but her uncle had decided to make a surprise visit to Mystic Falls and she was doing anything she could think of to stay away. She was never really sure of where her dislike for John came from, just that she didn’t like him. She always thought it was because Jenna didn’t like him and she liked Jenna. She refused to think that it was just instinctual. But it seemed that it may have been as she recently suspected that her uncle was actually her father.

Elena’s gaze fell to the glass in her hand before ultimately returning to Stefan. Today’s vervain mixture was stronger and she was already dreading the proof of its power. Especially knowing that it was her fault. She understood why he’d put his body through such torture but it didn’t make it any easier for the brunette to accept. Stefan merely wanted to keep Elena safe and more pointedly, to make sure that her heart continued to beat. However, that didn’t stop her from loathing the fact that Stefan always had to make the sacrifices. She moved closer to him, taking a sip from the cup. It had no affect on her whatsoever but she knew, as soon as this liquid touched his skin, Stefan would be in an agonising pain and she wasn’t sure if she could bear to witness it again. “You don’t have to do this, Stefan. There are other ways.”

“Stefan,” the brunette cooed, her lips slipping into a slight pout. Yet again, Katherine Pierce found herself standing in front of the man she truly loved. Of course, there were some minor aspects of his personality that had changed over the years but she was certain that he was the same Stefan Salvatore she met in 1864; the man who tried to save her from a cruel fate. Those feelings were deep down within him somewhere, she merely had to bring them to the surface. “You’re very close to hurting my feelings. You and I both know that I can’t be held responsible for my actions when my feelings are hurt. You wouldn’t want someone else to pay the price, would you? Especially on a magical night like this.”