Stefan is idiot
Elizabeth's POV
I held the woman by the throat, pressing her against the wall. A cold smirk curled my lips as I whispered, "I'm going to enjoy this, Katerina."
Her eyes went wide, and her voice trembled, "I'm not Katerina."
I chuckled, tightening my grip slightly. "Nice try. I'm not falling for that again. Doesn't matter—I'm going to kill you slowly and painfully."
"LIZ, don't hurt her!" a shout rang out.
"Why shouldn't I?" I hissed back, locking my eyes with hers. I could hear the erratic pounding of her heart—a delicious sound of pure terror.
I spun on my heel and spotted Stefan standing a few feet away, his face etched with worry as he pleaded, "Liz, please, let her go."
I wasn't ready to release my hold just yet. "Stefan, this is the woman who destroyed our lives. And you're still clinging to her?" I spat, bitterness underlying every word.
Stefan stepped closer, lowering his voice. "Liv, this is Elena, not Katherine. Please, release her." His tone was gentle yet firm, a stark contrast to my own harshness.
With a reluctant sigh, I eased my grip. "Fine."
The moment her throat was free, Elena bolted for the door like a terrified child.
Fury flared in my eyes as I turned to Stefan. "You owe me the whole story, mister. Now."
Stefan took a steady breath and began recounting everything—about Elena, about him, and about how she'd wormed her way into our lives. I listened, rolling my eyes even as he spoke. It wasn't that I never wanted my brothers to find happiness; I had always hoped for joy for Damon and Stefan ever since I found mine. But some parts of our past were just too painful to sweep away.
When Stefan finished, he summed it up. "So, let me get this straight: you met Elena, fell in love with her, dated her... then found out she knew what we are. You and Damon discovered Elena is adoptive, and her bio-mother, Isobel, is an ancestor of Katherine—so she's a doppelgänger. I get it. But honestly, Stefan, what if this girl is just like Katherine?"
He shook his head slowly. "Liz, Elena isn't like Katherine, I promise. Just give her a chance."
I rolled my eyes again. "Fine."
Stefan left to speak with Elena, and I couldn't help but curse my brothers' stubborn hearts.
No sooner had his back turned than Damon strode in, his tone playful but edged with annoyance. "I heard you met Elena," he remarked.
I snapped at him, stepping in close. "Fuck off, Damon—I'm in no mood for you today."
Damon raised an amused eyebrow and smirked. "Well, too bad, sis. I've got places to be and people to kill. Bye."
"Have fun," I muttered under my breath as he swaggered away.
I retreated to my room, my mind swirling with anger and longing, and dialled a number I hadn't called in far too long. The phone rang just once before a familiar, comforting voice answered.
"My darling, what's wrong?" came a husky whisper over the line.
"Other than my brother being an idiot and dating the doppelgänger of Katherine, I just want this whole damn thing to be over—and to be in your arms again," I admitted, a warmth softening my otherwise steely tone.
"My treasure, I will be there soon," he promised. "You'll be in my arms again, and then we'll go back to Paris—the city where our hearts learned to beat as one."
A smile tugged at my lips as I murmured, "Je t'aime, mon mari chéri."
A tender reply followed: "Je t'aime, ma femme chérie, et je te promets de tout faire pour t'avoir à nouveau dans mes bras."
I ended the call and stared at the picture on my phone—a snapshot taken by Klaus on our honeymoon. I remembered how Elijah's smile lit up the room, his arms wrapped around me, and how he kissed my cheek ever so lovingly. I was clad in a purple career skirt, a white tube top, a matching purple jacket, silver stilettos, a white bag with gold straps, pink glasses, and a white hat. In that captured moment, nothing else existed—no Damon, no Stefan, only us.
A sudden voice broke the reverie. "Who were you talking to?"
I jumped, slightly startled. "Geez, ever heard of knocking, Stefan?"
He lowered his gaze, a look of mild embarrassment passing over him. "Sorry. Anyway, who was that?"
"My friend," I replied curtly.
Damon couldn't resist. "Since when did you have friends?" he teased, a note of genuine surprise in his tone.
"Since a while now, jealous Damon," I shot back with a smirk.
Damon scoffed and walked out, leaving me to turn to Stefan. "What is it?" I asked, my tone softening as I regarded him.
Stefan hesitated, then said, "You've changed, Liz. I can't put my finger on it, but you're not the same as you used to be."
I crossed my arms. "I grew up, Stefan. Is there anything else you want to say?"
He sighed, earnest. "I want you to come meet Elena and her friends, since you're back in Mystic Falls."
"Fine," I replied, the resignation evident in my voice. "If it means a lot to you."
A small smile flickered on Stefan's face. "It does. I want my sister and my girlfriend to be friends."
I rolled my eyes, muttering, "Like that's ever going to happen."
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