Taming The Monster (Anna)

[Anna Barret]

Anna chuckled at Stefan as he continued to greedily drain their guest. If you're going to kill him, do you want me to go find us another treat?

[/color] She asked, smirking. She was fine with that. They were in the perfect part of town for that. There were countless people at the bar that would be easy prey.

She of course would have to clean up this mess in the morning, but while Stefan was distracted, she had a lot less to worry about. Plus she had no intention of letting him kill a second person tonight. She doubted he would be ok with that anyways.

Anna took a sip from the bottle they had abandoned earlier and went to check her phone. Of course, nothing. Well, if that didn't change anything, it only made it worse. Anna sighed, throwing her phone back on the bed. She joined Stefan and Chris once again, taking note that the boy had gone severely pale. Want me to find a new friend on my own or do you want to come with? I'm definitely not done for the night.[/color] She asked, curious if he would even acknowledge her in the state he was in.


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OUTFIT || here. [/tt][/center]

[Stefan Salvatore]

Stefan barely heard Anna speaking to him. He was just focused on the blood that he was draining from his victim. He could hear the boy's heart slowing down and his eyes shone in anticipation. This was his favorite part: when their life-force faded. It was almost as enticing as the hunt when he started. But of course he wouldn't ever tell anyone that. It wasn't like they'd understand. But that didn't matter. All that mattered was the heartbeat that was slowing down to faint pumps. Yes. I can hardly wait, he thought to himself as he heard a faint snapping sound, though he couldn't quite tell you what it was. It was exciting, exhilarating....the blood was all that he needed. He wasn't going to deny himself any longer. There was no reason for it.

For a while, He couldn't hear anything but what the blood pounding, and then suddenly, her voice penetrated through the haze, asking him if she wanted to come with him to get a new friend or if he was fine on his own. With a gasp, he pulled away from his victim dropping him to floor, barely registering the odd angle the boy's arm was dangling at.
"What?" he gasped. What had he done? His brows furrowed in concentration. They had been dancing, when he had gotten into it with the boy, and he and Anna had brought him here, where they had started toying with him. Okay, good. He hadn't totally blacked out. But he had come close. He had come damn close. "Oh damn. What have I done?" he asked. "What have I done?" I was going to kill him. I wanted to kill him, he thought to himself. Why had Anna let him do this? This wasn't supposed to happen. He was supposed to gain control, not lose it. He panted and frantically ran his fingers through his hair. This was bad. This was really bad...

[Anna Barret]

Anna froze as she saw the horror on Stefans face. Shit. She blurred to his side. Stefan?

[/color] She asked hesitantly. She could see it in his eyes. He was regretting all of this. Ohkay, ohkay, hold on.[/color]

She turned to the crumpled heap on the floor. Dammit, Stefan, you told me you wouldn't grow a conscience.[/color] She murmered before biting into her wrist and shoving in Chriss mouth. She should have known better. She should have seen this coming.

While the boy was still unconscious, she snapped his shoulder back into place and sighed, watching him heal inhumanly fast. Stefan, what just happened?[/color] She asked calmly, not turning to look at him. She was confused. Why had he so suddenly freaked out? None of it made sense.


NOTES || ANNA BROKE HIM! OH NO!
OUTFIT || here. [/tt][/center]

[Stefan Salvatore]

The blood was still pounding in his head as he heard her speak his name, coming to his side in an instant. She then told him to hold on and he let out a shaky breath as he went to the dresser and gripped it, trying to regain control of himself. Consumed. He had almost been consumed. He had let the bloodlust take control. He had almost lost himself. I can't---I can't do that again, he thought to himself. He couldn't just lose control like that. He couldn't let himself black out again. He didn't want to block out another decade. That'd be the worst thing ever. He didn't want to have worry about another period in his life like he was already worrying about the twenties. He couldn't go through that horror again.

Calm down. He had to calm down. He let out a short bark of laughter as she swore at him and reminded him that he had promised not to grow a conscience.
"And you promised to make sure I didn't turn into a freakin' psycho," he shot back as his grip tightened slightly on the dresser. Yeah, okay. That was probably going to get him killed, but come on. He had nearly blacked out. Anna's voice had been faint as if he was forgetting that she was even there. The fact that he had let himself get so far into the bloodlust frightened him. But he wasn't sure if he could tell her that. Would she even understand?

When she asked him what had happened, his fingers curled around the ages of the dresser as he fought to keep his control.
"It got control of me. The bloodlust. Everything was fading. I barely even registered that you were here. I don't want to black out like that again. I can't..." his voice trailed off in a whisper and he finally released his death grip on the furniture. Panic. He was feeling panic. He had to push it down. He was fine. There was nothing to worry about. He was okay...

[Anna Barret]

Black out? He blacked out? How could she not notice? She felt so lost. This was all so new to her. She obviously had no clue what she had gotten into but that wasn't going to stop her. She didn't scare that easy.

She walked over to him and put her hand on his. Hey, listen to me. If we're going to do this, you have to trust me, ohkay? I need you to tell me these things. We're here to help you. Not to bury your feelings. No judgement, remember?

[/color]

She wanted him to have faith in her. She wanted him to trust her. But she needed to know how it worked. When did it start? Do you remember everything?[/color] This was actually a pretty loaded question. They had covered quite a bit and she was still a little nervous that he had picked up on the secrets she was keeping from him.

She heard Chris groan and squeezed Stefans hand before flashing to his side. Find an empty bedroom and go to sleep.[/color] She directed him and he nodded before standing and walking past Stefan, giving him a confused look. She stood and watched Stefans back. I'm here. But I can't help you unless you trust me.[/color] She said gently.


NOTES ||
OUTFIT || here. [/tt][/center]

[Stefan Salvatore]

He heard her walking up to him and put her hand on his, saying that he had to listen to her, that he had to trust her and tell her when he was blacking out, as they were there to help him, not bury his feelings and there wasn't going to be any judgment. No judgment. No judgment, he reminded himself. Anna was here to help him. She wasn't going to let him fall. Right?
"You're right. And I do trust you. It's just trusting myself I'm having a little problem with," he told her.

When she asked him when it started and if remembered everything, he blew out an unneeded breath.
"Everything was going good. I was feeding like every other vampire, and then---all I could think about was the blood. Getting it, devouring it---his heartbeat was so loud. I could only hear the pumping. You were saying something to him---I---I don't know what. That's when I realized I was blacking out, that it was getting control of me," he told her. And that had frightened him to no end. He wasn't supposed to be losing control like that. He was supposed to be able to control the bloodlust, not the other way around. Man! Why was this so hard for him? This shouldn't be so hard for him!

She squeezed his hand and Stefan's head snapped towards Chris when he groaned. He had almost forgotten about the boy who had been his victim. Stefan watched as Anna blurred over to the human and told him to find an empty bedroom and to go to sleep, which the human did, shooting him a confused look. Ah, we'll just compel him to think he had a weird dream, he thought to himself. Maybe. He wasn't really focusing on that right now. Then, she told him that she was there but couldn't help him if he didn't trust her.
"I can't---I can't explain it. It---it---it was like---everything else was fading and all I could think about was the blood---drinking it, getting more---it was the only thing I was focused on," he said. Why? Why would something like that happen to him? And how come it didn't seem to happen to any other vampires? Why was it just him? Was there something wrong with him? Emily had said his heart was pure. Did that mean it affected him as a vampire? And if so, was there anything that could be done?

[Anna Barret]

She stayed silent for a minute, thinking about what he was saying and replaying the night in her head. Then it suddenly occured to her what went wrong and she felt so stupid that she hadn't noticed it before. It was definitely a pattern that she could clearly see now that it had been brought to her attention.

Stefan...

[/color] She walked over and sat on the couch. You only start to lose it when you get close to the kill.[/color] She said slowly, watching him for a reaction. Think about it. You've been fine all night. You've been having fun and it's been great, but it wasn't until I let you start to drain him that you started to lose where you were.[/color]

She knew it wasn't that he almost killed him that was bothering him. He was in a right mind when he decided that was how it was going to end and she knew that. It was that he started to lose control. That feeling had to be scary. Anna loved being in control. She wasn't with Jeremy and it terrified her. It was the most important thing in her life and she had no clue how it would end.


NOTES ||
OUTFIT || here. [/tt][/center]

[Stefan Salvatore]

Stefan watched as Anna went to sit on the couch and then listened as she said that he only lost it when he got close to the kill, reminding him to think back to earlier that night and how they had been out all night, that he had been having fun, that he had been fine, and that it wasn't until she had let him drain Chris that he had lost it.
"Yeah, but I had also just drunk some of your blood before we went out so I wasn't as hungry as I usually am," he pointed out. Her blood had definitely stabilized him to the point where he wasn't feeling like he wanted to drain the whole place dry.

But what she was saying made sense: that he started to lose it when he got close to the kill. He remembered getting excited over his first kill. Oh, he hadn't started out that way as he had fully intended to save his father, but the pull of the blood had been too strong. And then there had been the exhilaration of the man looking at him with the same fear that he had once had---no! He wasn't going there. That had nothing to with his present situation.
"After I transitioned, Emily said that my heart's purity would be my curse. Maybe this is what she meant," he mused. Maybe because he had had such a good heart as a human, a part of him couldn't accept the fact that he was now a stone-cold killer and that was what caused him to black out. And really, wasn't that a fitting punishment for him considering all the evil he had done?

He blew out an unneeded breath and he began pacing as he mulled over what she had said. If what she was saying was true, he could feed just fine until he got ready to kill the person. So how was he supposed to keep from getting to that point? He wasn't like Damon who could easily snatch, eat, and erase. He didn't have that kind of control. He wished he did, but it was painfully obvious that he didn't. This sucks. This really sucks, he thought to himself. Things had been going so well and then he had to lose control and ruin everything.

[Anna Barret]

We just shared blood before you tried draining Chris. Trust me, I hate to say it, but I don't believe I'm the biggest factor here.

[/color] She smirked. She would continue on their little pattern as long as he wanted, but she knew it had nothing to do with what he had in him, it was the control he had over himself.

You decided completely sober to kill that idiot because he was a jackass. You weren't hungry. You knew damn well what you were going to do and you did it. I know the rush of the kill. And I think Emily is 100% right.[/color]

She looked at him and watched him. Wasn't his heart what always got him in trouble? He cared too much. He cared to much about Katherine, let it blind him. He cared too much about his brother, Elena, and everyone else in that God forsaken town of Mystic Falls. Anna even had a sneaking suspicion that he cared about her, but she was trying to avoid heading in that direction.


NOTES ||
OUTFIT || here. [/tt][/center]

[Stefan Salvatore]

Stefan listened as Anna reminded him that they had shared blood before he had started draining Chris which meant that she wasn't a big factor in keeping him stabilized.
"So what? I'm gonna have to ration how much human blood I drink?" he asked. Great. I can imagine how that'll go down, he thought to himself. First he couldn't even drink human blood without going nuts and now he found out that he could only handle drinking a certain amount of human blood. Wonderful.

His eyes clouded with some shame as she reminded him that he hadn't been hungry and that he had been in his right mind when he had been in his right mind when he had decided to kill the boy because he was a jackass, that he had known full well what he was doing, that she knew what the rush of the kill was like, and that she thought Emily was right.
"So what am I supposed to, not feed or drive a stake through my heart? I'm feeling a little lost here," he admitted. "I guess I just---I lost it when I saw that he was he going to hit her," he said. "It's---not how I raised. You know that," he said. Damon had taught him better. "And if I can't get myself to stop while feeding, I'm more dangerous than other vampire," he stated. And it was true. He was like a rabid dog. And the only thing you did with rabid dogs was put them down. And maybe that's what she needed to do to him: just drive a stake through his heart so that he couldn't hurt anyone else.

[Anna Barret]

She bit her lip as she listened to him. He was so frustrated and she understood, but their shared past kept tugging at her conscience. She needed to tell him. But he was in the middle of this breakdown. Now was not the time.

There was no point keeping it from him any longer, though. It didn't look like they were going to have the kind of party they had expected. Ugh. She needed a damn drink. Noticing as she grabbed the bottle she had been drinking from was almost empty, she sat it back down and walked over to grab another, this time Rum.

It's better than nothing.

[/color] She shrugged before taking a drink. As long as you don't kill anyone, you'll be fine. And you don't really want to kill anyone, do you?[/color] She knew the answer to that and so did he. Yes, it would be easier for him to not care, but he did and it wasn't so bad.

If he got in the habit of feeding and compelling, he would be fine. His feedings would certainly need to be frequent, but it wasn't impossible. If you want, you can keep feeding from me just to be safe. But I'm telling you, this isn't a bad thing.[/color]


NOTES ||
OUTFIT || here. [/tt][/center]

[Stefan Salvatore]

Stefan watched as Anna bit her lip, listening to his tirade. When he was finally done, she told him that drinking vampire blood was better than nothing.
"Yeah, I guess," he murmured. But he had been hoping that this trip would help him to gain the proper control he needed so that he could feed like a normal vampire. He needed that. More than that, he craved it. He just wanted to feed like every other vampire. Was that really so wrong? He then smiled briefly as she said that things would be fine as long as he didn't kill anyone, and asking whether or not he wanted to. "Of course not," he replied. She knows me better than that, he thought to himself. Well, at least he hoped she did. He didn't want this night giving her a bad impression of him.

He then watched as she went to grab another drink, this one rum and he tensed slightly. Rum was the only liquor he never touched. He liked whisky, tequila, bourbon, and assorted others just fine. But rum was the one he had vowed to stay away from. It had been their father's choice of liquor and when he was drunk, he got even more hands-y. So yeah, him and rum, not good friends. He then forced himself to pay attention as she said that he could still feed from her if he wanted.
"That works fine for a short-term solution but you can't survive that way. It's not fair to you," he objected. And it really wasn't. Besides, what if he eventually lost it even on her blood? He'd never forgive himself if he hurt her.

[Anna Barret]

She laughed softly. Your concern is adorable, but I'll be fine, I promise. You saw how it felt earlier. It's not exactly painful.

[/color] She said with a smile. As she brought up their earlier conversation, she got a little scared about bringing up their past again.

If he took this the wrong way, how would he learn to control his feeding habits? Then again, if she didn't tell him and they continued with this and he somehow found out later...he might never forgive her.

She sighed. Sit down.[/color] She knew her abrupt request/order would catch him off guard but with her tone, she knew he'd take it seriously, too. Promise me right now that even if I piss you off you won't stop with the plan. We both know how important this control is. I'm not going to be responsible for you turning your humanity off.[/color]

This was a huge risk, but it was one she had to take. They were going to get nowhere with keeping secrets. If she wanted him to be honest with her, she had to do the same.


NOTES || hope this is ok!
OUTFIT || here. [/tt][/center]

[Stefan Salvatore]

Stefan's eyes clouded a bit as Anna stated that his concern was adorable, reminding him about their previous experience, which wasn't exactly painful. No, no it hadn't been painful at all. In fact, it had been very pleasurable. And he wasn't sure how he felt about that.
"Right," he said. And they could move on right now. They didn't need to rehash that. Nope. Not at all. He had always been a woman-guy and he wasn't about to change that for anything. Besides, maybe she hadn't felt the same thing he had and he wasn't really looking to make things awkward between them. Because if things got awkward between them, their little experiment wouldn't work. And he needed this to work. He needed to get in control. And she was the only that he trusted with this. She was the only one wouldn't either throw him into the deep end or judge him for wanting to feed like everyone else.

At her order to sit down, he did as she told him but watched her warily. Her tone was abrupt, but not really angry, so he wasn't quite sure what to expect. Anger, he knew how to deal with, abruptness, not so much. He then nodded as she told him to promise her than even if he was pissed, they wouldn't stop with the plan since they both knew how important it was for him to get control and she didn't want to be responsible for him turning his humanity off.
"Deal," he agreed. He trusted her judgment and besides, she was right. The last thing either of them needed was him going psycho. Besides, he had no choice but to trust her as she could easily kick his ass. And he wasn't about to take the chance that she would. He was many things, but he certainly wasn't stupid. And taking on Anna would definitely be stupid.

[Anna Barret]

She almost immedietely wanted to retract her statement, but she knew it was too late now. Did bloodsharing really not seem familiar to you...like at all?

[/color] She started hesitantly. There was no middle ground here. It was either going to go well or horribly.

The reason I ask is because you've done it before.[/color] She said as she started nervously playing with her daylight ring. And the reason I know that is because it was with me.[/color] She pushed on through this awkward conversation.

She glanced back up at him trying to judge his reaction, then went back to staring at her hands. She closed her eyes as she got through the last and possibly most painful part of the story.Rebekah wasn't the one you hooked up with, I was.[/color] She winced at her own words.

There. It was out. Now, please excuse me as I jump out of the nearest window. She thought to herself. The silence was awful. It made her skin crawl. She needed a drink. No. She needed blood. Recently, Anna had a horrible streak of bad luck and she was sure this was just going to make it worse. She was afraid to look at Stefan at this point. Not until she heard him speak.


NOTES || eep! here goes nothing!
OUTFIT || here. [/tt][/center]

[Stefan Salvatore]

Stefan looked at Anna as she asked him about bloodsharing not feeling familiar to him at all and then shook his head.
"No, it doesn't," he answered truthfully. Why was she looking at like that? All hesitant and everything? It didn't make sense. Then, her next words caused his eyes to widen. He had done this with someone before? "Who?" he asked, a part of him wondering if he truly wanted to know. When she revealed that she was the one he had bloodshared with, his eyes widen even more. "Wha---then how come I don't---" The question trailed off. She already said that she didn't know why he didn't remember anything from the twenties and to ask her again would just be getting redundant. Why had blocked it out? That didn't make sense.

And then she gave him one last bombshell: she hadn't just casually hooked up with this Rebekah girl, but her.
"What? You and me? I mean---no offense---but shouldn't I remember this?" he asked. And that was what was confusing the Hell out of him: that none of what she said sounded familiar to him. Okay, so maybe things would've been awkward for them after meeting up in the future, but that was hardly a reason to block everything out. And it wasn't really fair to her either. "Why would I block something like that out? Even if I thought it would make things awkward between us, that doesn't explain me not knowing about an entire decade unless..." Again, his voice trailed off, not wanting to say the thought that had just occurred to him. If neither of them knew why he couldn't remember the twenties, it probably meant someone had done something to him---made him forget. "Someone must've screwed with my head," he said. "Who screwed with my head?" he queried, panic creeping into his voice. He didn't like people screwing with head. He never had. Everyone knew that.

Bad. This was bad. If someone had done what he thought, they needed to find out who. After all, it was the only other plausible explanation of why he didn't remember anything as something Anna said should've jogged his memory, even if he had blocked the decade out. Stefan ran his fingers through his hair, unaware that he had begun pacing back and forth.
"Someone's been screwing with my head. I don't like people screwing with my head. Who would do this? Why would they do this? There's no reason to screw with my head. I don't like having my head screwed with," he mumbled to himself. Yup. He was definitely losing it. But could you blame him? The last time his head had been screwed with, he had been human. After transitioning, he had made a vow that it would never happen to him again, so the knowledge that it apparently had happened to him again, was really disconcerting.

[Anna Barret]

She let out an unnecessary breath as he started ranting and almost laughed. He was freaking out, but not about her. Good...this was going good. She was just as confused as he was. She only had one real theory to his missing memories, but she couldn't be sure.

The company you were keeping, Rebekah and Niklaus?

[/color] She started, They're originals. They're not easy to mess with. Everything I've heard about them is rumors, so I'm not sure how much trust you can put in this...[/color] She trailed off.

She didn't want to give him false hope. She didn't want to hand him an explaination and a possible enemy when 1) she didn't know if it was even possible, and 2) the Mikaelsons were not someone you wanted a vendetta against.

The only thing I can think of is that they compelled you to forget for some reason. I'm not sure why. It doesn't make sense. I don't know what they would have to hide. They're supposed to be the most powerful vampires in existance.[/color] She said.


NOTES || I hope this is ok! without Damon around, I can't exactly ask what we're supposed to know about the mikaelsons at this point!
OUTFIT || here. [/tt][/center]

[Stefan Salvatore]

Even though he had started ranting and raving to himself, he wasn't so far gone that he had forgotten about Anna's presence, so when she started talking, he turned to her as she told him that the people he had been keeping company with---Rebekah and Niklaus---were apparently Original vampires and that everything she had heard about them were only rumors.
"I'll take anything at this point," he muttered, slowing his pacing down. At least with rumors, I'll have a tentative idea of what the hell's going on, he thought to himself. And in his opinion, that was definitely better than nothing. He could hopefully look up a rumor such as this. And besides, there had to be someone out there who would have more information on these two than Anna did. At least, he hoped there would be. It was really too bad that Lexi wasn't still around. She had been great at getting information. But she was gone. Damon had killed her.

Hearing the hesitation in her voice, he stopped his pacing and turned to her.
"What?" he asked. When he heard her theory that they had compelled him to forget for some reason, it was like something had hit him in the stomach, though he supposed he didn't really need to breathe anyways. But why? Why would they need him to forget? He was just about to ask Anna that very question, when she admitted that she wasn't sure what they would have to hide as they were supposed to be the most powerful vampires around. "And they decided to screw with my head?" he asked. Why? What had he done to them? What had made him such a threat? Or was it some form of punishment? Nothing was making sense anymore and he didn't like it one little bit. He didn't like people screwing with his head. It never meant anything good. Man, why is it always me? he wondered. Why was he always the one going through this kind of crap?

He then let out an unneeded sigh and once more ran his fingers through his hair before he messed up his hair with hands, an action that had carried over from when he had been human.
"This sucks. Why does this kind of crap always happen to me?" he mumbled to himself. Yup. He had definitely gotten the shorter end of the stick when it came to life. After he had transitioned, he had thought it was all behind him, but apparently it wasn't. So what was he supposed to do now? He had hoped for control and answers and all he had gotten was him losing it and ending up with even more questions than ever before. Just what was he supposed to do exactly?

OOC
I think it'll be okay. I was visiting his Marvel Site a few days back and he said he had to travel for a month for work, so...yeah.

[Anna Barret]

She bit her lip. She had a nagging feeling she had just made things a million times worse. I'm sorry, Stefan. Maybe I shouldn't have mentioned it...but I just...I don't know, I couldn't not tell you, ya know?

[/color] She shrugged.

She slumped into the couch defeated and went back to toying with her daylight ring. This was horrible. She had drug him to the city for answers and only ruined his mood more and more by the minute. She always seemed to complicate things.

She was the reason her mother was dead. Had she just left when Pearl asked her to, her mother would still be alive and Jeremy would never have felt the intense pain he endured in losing her. There wouldn't be this confusion now. The betrayal wouldn't exist. And now she was the cause of the pain Stefan was in, which Anna could see so plainly on his face.

If you want to go home, we can. If you want me to leave, I get it...[/color] She said softly. She really did. She hoped he would stop her, but she was ready to accept that she needed to move on from Mystic Falls and the people she knew there if that was what he wanted her to do.


NOTES || Anna might be a little broken, too..
OUTFIT || here. [/tt][/center]

[Stefan Salvatore]

At Anna's apology and statement that maybe she shouldn't have said anything, though she felt like she couldn't not tell him, Stefan shook his head.
"Anna, no. Don't feel that way. I actually prefer it when people are straight with me," he told her. And that was certainly the truth. He had never liked being in the dark about anything and the fact of the matter was, he was in the dark when it came to the twenties. It wasn't a fun feeling.

He then watched as she slumped in her seat on the couch, saying that if he wanted to go home that they could or if he wanted her to leave, she would.
"No, Anna. This isn't your fault. I don't want you thinking that," Stefan assured. "It's just---I'm frustrated.," he admitted. And when he was frustrated, he had a bad habit of picking on people he was with. Damon and Lexi knew that better than anyone. Well, more Lexi after the transition, but yeah.

Stefan went to the bar and poured himself a drink before pouring a second glass. He then picked up the glasses and walked back to the couch.
"Here," he said, handing her one as he sat down. She looks like she could use a drink even more than me, he thought to himself. And that was certainly saying something. But at least he hadn't learned everything that she had told him through an entirely inappropriate manner, which he probably would've if Damon had found out. Then again, knowing Damon, he probably wouldn't actually care. Damon was---he was Damon. And this wasn't exactly something he wanted his brother knowing about.

[Anna Barret]

Anna tilted her head back and downed the glass. She loved the burning feeling in her throat, especially the buzzing sensation enough of it gave her shortly after. She didn't know what to think or say so she sat in silence.

It made her feel better for him to say that it wasn't her fault, but she didn't buy it for a second. There wasn't a point in confessing that, though, so she didn't. She looked over at him, curious to know if his head was spinning like hers.

Where does this leave us?

[/color] She asked quietly. Few people back home would approve of them spending the weekend in New York, even fewer would approve if they knew about the 20's. This could still go either way. Anna wasn't sure which she wanted at this point.


NOTES || sorry its so short!
OUTFIT || here. [/tt][/center]

[Stefan Salvatore]

Stefan gulped down his drink, letting the liquor burn his throat. Man, that felt good. And after what he had just learned, he definitely needed it. He and Anna had had hooked up in the twenties. He had been involved with Anna. Anna and him had gotten together. No matter which way he phrased it, he just couldn't wrap his head around it. And in all the time had known Anna, she had never lied to him. Well, as far as he knew anyways. And why would she? She'd have no reason to. But then again, it wasn't like he was privy to her private thoughts or anything. And he was getting off topic. The point was that this was a lot to digest.

At the question of where it left things for them, he shrugged.
"Honestly, I don't know," he answered. "I'm not going to pretend that it's confused me something awful, but I am grateful that you told me," he continued. And he was. He'd rather have to deal with wrapping his head around a surprising tryst than to go on not knowing their history. "And I'm sorry I freaked out on you. I just---I've never liked head games. It's something that stems from when I was human," he told her. Not that he was going to tell her why as she didn't need to know what a twisted bastard his father really was, but she did need to know that he wasn't upset with her. He considered her a friend and hopefully she felt the same way. And hopefully their time together in the twenties hadn't complicated things for them today.

[Anna Barret]

Anna was happy with his answer. It was better than him saying everything between them had changed. Better than telling her to get out and that he never wanted to see her again. And, she would have to admit, better than him saying it didn't change anything at all. Their past definitely had an effect on their present relationship.

At his apology, she laughed. Oh, it's cool. A guy having a mental breakdown after finding out he slept with you? That's every girls dream, trust me.

[/color] She smirked as she poured them both another glass.

You know I'm just screwing with you. This is getting way too serious.[/color] She put her hand on his arm and shook him lightly. This weekend was supposed to be fun.[/color] She wanted to lighten the mood. Did they need to figure out what happened to Stefans memory? Yes. Did they need to figure out what their relationship now was with Stefan now knowing this? Yes. But was now really the time?


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[Stefan Salvatore]

To Stefan's relief, Anna didn't seem to be all that angry with his breakdown, even making a joke after he apologized, saying that a guy having a mental breakdown after he learned that he had slept with someone was every girl's dream.
"Again, sorry. It's not you. I know that sounds so clichéd, but it's true. You did the the right thing in telling me and I suppose I could've handled that better, but---like I said---I'm not real fond of head games. So the fact that someone screwed with me and I don't know who....it's not exactly comforting," he said. And that was the understatement of the decade. All he wanted was answers. Was that really so much to ask?

He then let out a chuckle as he stood up and headed back to the liquor selection as she said that she was just messing with him because things were getting too serious and that the weekend was supposed to have been fun.
"And it has been fun despite our...hiccups. And besides, the night's still young. We don't have to make it a total loss. It's been said that I'm a very fun drunk," he stated as he grabbed a bottle of bourbon and brought it over to them. Though to be honest, he never really got drunk unless he was with Lexi. Oh, well. He supposed that was about to change now. "I think we're going to need more bourbon for this," he commented as he quickly poured the beverages before sitting back down.

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Sorry for the shortness.

[Anna Barret]

Oh, you totally get to be pissed about that part. I'm pissed for you. I'm just also super confused. Like I said, from what I've heard, they don't have any reason to hide. They can kick all our asses.

[/color] She shrugged. She hadn't spent a lot of time worrying about the Originals because she never had to, and when she saw Stefan with them, she assumed he could handle himself. He seemed to be in Rebekahs good graces. She should have counted for something.

As he stood, she raised herself so she was on her knees. She reached out for the bottle that was still on the table, opting out of using her glass this time. It was only slowing her down. Hmm, drunk Stefan. Don't think I've ever had the pleasure.[/color] She teased again.

She had seen angry Stefan, in love Stefan, brooding Stefan, and most notably, perhaps, humanity-off Stefan. The latter was the best one in her own personal opinion. He was amusing to watch when he let loose and she had a feeling that was the direction they were headed. Maybe not so far in that direction, but a couple steps wouldn't hurt. They both stressed way too much. They needed a break. That's what this trip was for...a break..and learning..a little bit.

Do not let me forget to kick the human out in the morning![/color] She said, just remembering their guest. That would sure be a site for the maid. She still hadn't wiped his memory, but she knew he would sleep till she woke him, so it wasn't a huge concern. She tilted her head, seeing their dwindling liquor supply. Should I call room service?[/color]




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