Title: Aint Born Typical

Pairing: Elena/Stefan Bonnie/Damon

Rating: R , This Chapter NC17

Disclaimer: I do not own anything in the Vampire Diaries Universe, and no profit is being made from this fiction. I do however own all original characters and concepts that will appear.

Chapter XIX

"Stefan," a voice whispered making him turn towards the door.

"Elena! What are you doing up?" he asked swiftly standing as he set his drink beside the couch

and came to help her sit on the couch.

"I woke up and you weren't there," she said trailing off as she shook her head confused.

"How do you feel?" he asked cautiously."

"Like I have a really bad hangover, I don't even remember how I got here," She said shaking her

head as she turned her dark eyes to his beseechingly.

"What happened to me?" She asked making him reach for his drink and let the fiery liquid ease

down his throat. How do you tell someone they'd just spent an undetermined amount of time

as a puppet for a sadistic ex girlfriend?

"Are you drunk?" She asked taking in his actions.

"No but I wish I was," he said honestly.

"Stefan, I don't like this," She whispered shaking her head.

"Elena I know you don't know this, but up until a few hours ago you've been under Katherine's

control."

"WHaT?"

"She found a way to bind the two of you together in a way that allowed her to tap in and

control you whenever she wanted. Do you remember any of that?" he asked pausing.

"N-No I mean, I knew I was losing time, but I thought it was just the stress of everything that's

been going on. Oh my god! What did I do?" She gasped.

"Nothing too horrible considering," he said honestly.

"Just bitchy behavior, oh and the best sex we ever had," he thought bitterly.

"That's why I didn't catch it earlier, I thought you were just reacting to everything," he said

shaking his head as his self loathing reared its ugly head.

"I'm sorry, Stefan."

"It's not your fault if it wasn't for me, none of this would have ever happened to you," he said

standing to pace as he gripped his drink glass tightly.

"That's not true."

"WE both know it is," he said tired of lying to himself.

"How did I get free?"

"That was Zoe... do you remember her?"

"Yes, but it's blurry," she whispered not wanting to admit her competition with the girl had

been her own behavior.

Having someone around who'd meant so much to Stefan hadn't set well with her. Especially

knowing she had experienced a side of him she had never really seen.

"She broke the spell," he said launching into the story of her shared ancestry with Bonnie and

bringing her up to date.

"She's on her way here right now!" She asked terrified.

"With bells on," he said sarcastically as she frowned. He was more like Damon now than she'd

ever imagined he could be.

"Stefan, I don't think now's the time to be drinking," She whispered gently.

"I think it's the perfect time Elena, My ex just hijacked your body and I don't know how long I've

been thinking it's you when it wasn't or how much of it was actually you!" he hissed.

"Stefan."

"Listen Elena, I can't do this right now, being with me is only going to make you a target, and I

need to get my head together."

"What! You can't do this!"

"I have to," he said shaking his head.

Even looking at her right now made his stomach turn. Seeing her sweet face coupled with a

seemingly innocent manner; and imagining his blood thirsty ex lurking somewhere beneath was

making him angry.

"I will protect you with my last breath tomorrow if necessary, but I think we both need to take

some time to think things over," He said shaking his head. "You can have my room tonight," he

said slipping out as the smell of salt signaled her tears.

  Closing her eyes against the tears that spilled down her face she could only manage to feel

disgust. He was right. She remembered some of the past month and the flirting with Damon

had been her. She wanted to have both the boys' attention. Wanted to be the one who fixed

Damon, it made her feel powerful. Having both Salvatore's vying for her attention had been

exciting and made her feel wanted. What kind of person felt that way? She knew from their

identical appearances Katherine's blood ran in her veins. But now she had to question just how

similar they were.

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"What was the whole blood thing about?" She asked propped up on her elbow as she faced

him.

"Bonding," Damon whispered running his over the smooth warm skin of her back.

Being completely open and honest was... different, but he knew somehow she'd know if he lied.

"What kind of bonding?"

"A blood bond, it'll allow us to contact each other mentally with ease, track each other and

possibly a few other things, it's different for each couple." He said glad she hadn't asked why he

had done it. He wasn't about to lose her and this insured him against her death

"Is it permanent?" She asked not sure she liked the idea of such an important decision being

made without her consent.

"No, it'll lose its strength over time unless we continue to exchange blood."

"Interesting," she said turning the thought over in her mind.

Closing the grimoires she'd been perusing as a knock sounded on her door she sighed. She

wasn't in the mood for socializing right now.

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"Stef?" She said shocked as she opened the door.

" Zoey," he whispered stepping inside as she frowned.

"You smell like a brewery."

"I'm not drunk," he said as she rolled her eyes.

" I never said you were, I know how well you hold your liquor , what are you doing here?"

"I'm here for you Zoe."

"Stef I told you I wasn't going to play second."

"And you won't be, I ended it with Elena," he said flooring her.

"What?" She whispered as she licked her lips nervously.

How could he go from being in love with her to leaving her in the span of an hour?

"Every time I look at her I just see Katherine," he said screwing up his lips in disgust.

"And you didn't before?"

"No, they were like night and day, like twins with two completely different personalities; but

now they blur together."

"Stef-"

"No Zoey, we've played this game for long enough , pretending like it's over for good until a

birthday comes around, acting like it doesn't bother us to be apart."

"I never acted like anything," She snapped annoyed.

"Fine, I acted," he growled pinning her to the door as she gasped.

"My power boost puts us on an equal playing field," he whispered making her shiver as he

leaned his hard body into her own and she yielded.

"I don't know what will happen tomorrow, but I do know I want to spend all the time I have left

with you," he whispered tracing her delicate features with his fingers.

"I've always loved you, and if not being with you the past sixty years hasn't changed that I

doubt anything ever will."

"Love isn't always enough Stef," She whispered bringing her hands up to cup his face.

"It is for right now," he whispered begging her to give him now.

  Closing her eyes she sighed knowing she wouldn't deny him even though she should. Forever

wasn't in the cards for them; but they could have this.

"Okay," She whispered trembling as he brought his soft lips to her own. He tasted like whiskey

and want and she couldn't get enough.

Moaning as their tongues dueled she closed her eyes and let herself forget everything but this

moment. His soft hands roamed over her body worshipping her curves as he relieved her off

clothes. Concentrating she heard him gasp as she made the temperature of her body rise.

"You're warm," he whispered burying his face in her neck after depositing her on the bed.

"I thought you might like that trick," She said giggling as she traced a path over his muscled

chest warming his skin.

"I think you have too many clothes on," She purred playfully tugging at the waist band of his

jeans.

"Well we can't have that can we?" he teased gone and back in an instant.

"Much better," She sighed moaning as he slid his finger into her moist center easing in and out

as he rubbed her swollen nub.

"Oh God Stef," She whispered lifting her hips in rhythm with the fingers moving agonizingly

slow. He was the only one she'd ever allowed to dominate her and take the lead.

"You like that Zoey?" He whispered with piercing eyes and veins that had bled black.

"Yes," She whispered growing eve wetter. This was her Stefan, unrestrained and wild as he

drove her body higher and higher.

"Then you'll like this even better," he said smirking as she cried out in protest at the removal of

his capable fingers.

Trembling as he guided himself inside her he growled when she allowed her own eyes to bled

black and her fangs to descend. There was nothing like feeling the one you love sip from your

veins.

"Drink," he growled increasing his thrusts as she whimpered beneath him lifting her hips to

meet his as he drove deep inside .

Sinking her fangs into his neck she sipped him slowly as he continued to move inside her

drawing it out as he continued to fill her over and over again.

"I'm so close," she whispered feeling herself approach her peek as he leaned down to bury his

face in her neck as he struggled to hold out for her.

Growling as he inhaled her scent he leaned down to nip at her neck licking her pulse point. She

smelled just like he remembered; like rose and sin, and as she moaned her felt his gums

itch as his fangs threatened to descend.

"It's okay," She whispered sensing his hesitation.

   Drinking from her would link them, but it wouldn't make his hunger flare. Swapping blood was

erotic and pleasurable, but not addicting. It was the human blood could send you into a

downward spiral.

"Zoey," He growled trembling as he gave in to his baser desires and sunk his teeth in feeling her

clench around him shaking as she shattered taking him over the edge with her as he drank his

fill.