Taming The Monster (Anna)

[Stefan Salvatore]

OOC
Hope you don't mind me assuming that she opens the door and saying so in the post.

IC
Stefan waited for a moment and then the door opened. However, after that, Anna kept her back to him, saying that it wasn't necessary, that what had happened had been her fault as she wasn't stupid and was taking full responsibility.
"Actually, it is necessary," he corrected. "A lot of what I was saying had nothing to do with you. I just---I remembered something from when I was human and it scared me. It was---I thought I had dealt with it a long time ago, but apparently I was wrong," he told her. Yeah, he had thought he was over what happened to him back then. He had pushed it down, forgotten it. But the combination of their near hookup, the blood, and the alcohol had confused things, which had caused him to lash out at the girl. And that wasn't right. She hadn't deserved to get yelled at. So yeah, he owed her an explanation. It was the least he could do.

He let out an unneeded breath and he messed up his hair with his hands as he thought about how best to explain it.
"Father, he wasn't---he had different sides to him. And he had a nasty habit of screwin' with your head. I know that better than anybody. It was hard to please him when he could change his mind on a whim. He---I---there were things that he expected, and what happened tonight just brought it back. I'm sorry for hurting you," he told her. And he had hurt her. He hadn't really meant to, but he had. And that killed him. How could he hurt her like that when she was trying to help him? It wasn't her fault that Father had been a twisted bastard who lived on head games. No, it wasn't her fault at all...

[Anna Barret]

She smiled softly at his explaination. She could hear in his voice he was sorry but had no need to be. You're a good guy, Stefan. And I'm sorry your dad was a dick. But this was on me, ok?

[/color] She assured him.

She was so close to just turning her humanity off. Who would it hurt? She could compel Jeremy without him knowing, compel him to forget she was even alive. She could go back to Europe and only hurt who was stupid enough to cross her.

Who was she kidding? She could never do that to him. Not after everything that had just happened here. She knew what this meant. She had taken her own fears out on a relationship that was stronger than anything. In her own downward spiral she had refused to admit was happening, she had possibly ruined Stefans relationship with the doppelganger.

That wasn't fair to anyone. She deserved what she got when she returned to Mystic Falls...between Jeremy, Elena, and Katherine, she wouldn't survive the week. Secrets didn't stay secret in that town. No matter who tried to keep them.


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[Stefan Salvatore]

Stefan let out a little sigh and let his shoulders slump as Anna told him that he was a good guy, that she was sorry that his dad had been a dick, and that what had happened and been on her. She wasn't getting it. She thought she was the only one to blame, but she wasn't.
"Not entirely. You gave me a chance to put a stop to it and I didn't. This is on me too," he replied. Damn, why do I always make the wrong decisions? he wondered. He should've let her stop him but he hadn't because he was drunk and high on bloodlust. How could he have been so stupid? This was probably going to wreck everything between him and Elena. But maybe that was for the best. He didn't deserve her. He never had. He was a monster. Much worse than Damon, though no one believed it.

When he didn't hear an answer, Stefan let out another breath and just slumped his shoulders. There wasn't any more that he could do. She wasn't believing him when he assured her that what happened hadn't been her fault. He had thought for sure that she'd believe him when he assured her that she wasn't to blame but she hadn't, which was weird. Why wouldn't she believe that he was to blame? He had done just as much damage as her, maybe even more. And yet, she din't see it that way. She thought it was all her fault, but it was his fault, not hers.
"I know you think you have to leave, but you don't. You're more than welcome to stay," he said. He didn't want her to leave. He wasn't sure if he could deal with her leaving when he knew that he was the one to blame. And if he couldn't deal with her leaving, he'd most likely turn it off, which would lead to all sorts of trouble. But how could he make her stay and listen to all he had to say? And now he sounded like that Julie Andrews movie. Great. He blew out an unneeded breath and then silently slid to the floor and then ran his fingers through his hair. Man, what was he going to do?