The Salvatore house stood dark and silent against the night sky. No lights burned in the windows. The old trees surrounding it swayed slightly in the breeze, their branches casting moving shadows across the walls. Stefan's car had barely stopped before he was out of it, his shoes hitting the gravel driveway with urgent steps. He did not walk to the door. He hurried.
His hand found the doorknob. His fingers wrapped around the cold metal. For a moment, he hesitated. What if she was not here? What if she had gotten into her car and driven away, back to whatever city she had come from, unable to bear the sight of him after the way he had spoken to her? The thought pressed down on his chest like a physical weight. He turned the knob. The door clicked open.
Relief washed through him so quickly it made him dizzy.
Lexi sat on the sofa in the middle of the living room. She was not looking at the door. Her eyes were fixed downward, focused on some invisible point on the floor between her feet. Her posture was still, composed. In one hand she held her glass, the same one she had been drinking from at the Grill. The amber liquid inside caught the low light from the single lamp she had turned on. She did not look up when he entered. She did not need to. She had heard his car pull into the driveway. She had heard his footsteps approaching. She knew, without looking, exactly who had just opened her door.
Stefan closed the door behind him. The sound of the latch clicking into place was loud in the quiet room. He walked forward slowly, each step measured, careful. His eyes stayed on her face, searching for some sign of what she was feeling. Her expression revealed nothing.
"Lexi," he said. His voice was quiet, unsteady. "I know what I have done. I know how I talked to Leo back there, and I know it hurt you deeply." He paused, gathering his words. They came slowly, painfully, each one pulled from somewhere deep inside him. "But you do not know Leo. You have not seen his methods the way I have. You have not experienced them." Another pause. His feet carried him closer to the sofa. "If he did anything to you—if he hurt you because of the way I spoke—I would never be able to forgive myself. Not in this life. Not in any life after this one."
By the time he finished speaking, he had reached the sofa. He lowered himself onto the cushion opposite her. The leather creaked softly under his weight. He looked at her face, waiting.
Lexi raised her eyes from the floor. She met his gaze steadily. Her expression was not angry. It was not sad. It was thoughtful, calculating. She set her glass down on the table beside her. The sound of glass meeting wood was soft, deliberate.
"Stefan," she said. Her voice was calm, controlled. "You accept defeat too early. The match is not over yet."
Stefan's brow furrowed. His expression shifted from anxious to confused, then to serious. He did not understand what she was saying. He had seen Leo's power with his own eyes. He had watched Lexi herself sit helpless while Leo pulled her deepest desire from her chest and displayed it on the table like a trophy. What match was there left to fight?
"What do you mean by that, Lexi?" he asked. His voice was careful, probing.
Lexi leaned forward slightly. Her posture shifted from relaxed to engaged. Her eyes, those hazel depths that had witnessed three and a half centuries of supernatural warfare, locked onto his with intense focus.
"What I mean," she said slowly, "is that we do not know the full extent of his power. What if only his compulsion is strong? What if his strength and speed cannot compare to mine?" She paused, letting her words sink in. "And now I am completely sure that he is a devil. The devil you spoke of earlier. I did not fully believe it at the Grill. I thought maybe you were exaggerating, or maybe you had misunderstood what you saw. But now I know." She paused again, her jaw tightening slightly at the memory. "If he were a vampire, his compulsion would not have worked on me. That is an absolute rule. Vampires cannot compel other vampires. Our minds are our own. But he is not a vampire. He is something else. Something older. Something that does not follow our rules."
She remembered the moment clearly. Leo's voice, low and smooth, wrapping around her consciousness like silk. His eyes, dark and deep, pulling her gaze into them and refusing to let go. The question, simple and devastating: What is it you desire? And her own voice, answering before her mind could stop it, spilling her most guarded secret onto the table for everyone to see. She had felt violated. She still felt violated. But she was also a survivor. And survivors analyze their attackers. They study their methods. They look for weaknesses.
"His compulsion is different from ours," she continued. "Our compulsion works on memory. On will. We force humans to forget what they have seen. We force them to do what we want. But his—" She shook her head slightly. "His works on the soul. It bypasses the mind entirely and reaches straight into the deepest part of a person. The part that holds their true wants, their true needs, their true selves." She paused. "Maybe this is his strongest power. Maybe this is the only power he has that is truly exceptional. His physical abilities might be ordinary. They might even be weak compared to someone my age."
Across from her, Stefan's expression had grown increasingly serious. His mind was working rapidly, processing her words, comparing them to his own observations. He had never seen Leo use this desire power before. The devil face, the impossible strength, the casual way he had lifted Damon off the floor with one hand—those were the things Stefan had witnessed. Those were the things that had convinced him Leo was something to be feared, appeased, avoided. But Lexi was suggesting something else. She was suggesting that Leo's physical power might be a bluff, a mask worn over a much more limited set of abilities.
But what if it was not?
"Lexi," Stefan said slowly. His voice was heavy with concern. "What if Leo has another power? A stronger power?" He paused, choosing his words with extreme care. "We do not know what devils are. We do not know what they are capable of. We do not know their limits or their weaknesses. We have no books to consult, no ones to ask, no history to study. Everything we know about him comes from watching him for a few days and watching him use one ability one time." He leaned forward, matching her posture. "What if his physical strength is just as exceptional as his compulsion? What if he was holding back against Damon? What if he was only playing with him, testing him, and his real power is something we have not even seen yet?"
Lexi heard what Stefan said. She heard every word about devils and weaknesses and the need for more information. His voice flowed past her ears like water past a stone, present but not penetrating. She was not in the mood to discuss theology or strategy. She was not in the mood to analyze and theorize and wait. One thing occupied her mind completely, burning there with a steady, consuming heat.
She had come to Mystic Falls to celebrate Stefan's birthday. She had planned it carefully, as she always did. The Grill, the drinks, the promise of a night where he could forget his burdens and simply exist, without guilt or fear or the weight of his brother pressing down on him. She had wanted to give him that small gift. One night of peace.
And Leo had taken it from her.
He had made her best friend lower his head and speak in careful, measured words. He had made Stefan apologize for things that were not his fault, take blame that belonged elsewhere, reduce himself to nothing in front of a man who had done nothing to earn that deference. She had watched Stefan shrink and bow and plead with his eyes for Leo to accept his offering and let them go. She had watched her best friend, the man she had saved a hundred times across a hundred years, become a dog begging at his master's feet.
The memory burned. It would not stop burning.
"Stefan," she said. Her voice was flat, final. "I only know one thing. No one is immortal. Not us. Not him. That is the rule of nature. It has always been the rule.Everyone has a flaw." She paused for a moment and then continued. "The thing he did at the Grill, the way he reached inside me and took what he wanted and make you apologise—that is not something I can swallow. That is not something I can forgive. I am going to kill him now." She lifted her eyes to meet his. "I only want one answer. Are you coming with me, or are you staying here?"
Stefan froze. The air in the room seemed to thicken, pressing against his chest from all sides. His mind, which had been calmly analyzing and strategizing, slammed into a wall. This was not discussion. This was not planning. This was Lexi declaring war with nothing but her pride and her anger as weapons.
"Lexi," he said slowly. His voice was careful, gentle, the voice he used when talking someone down from a ledge. "Do you understand what you are saying? You are going to put yourself in danger. Deliberately. Directly. At least let us find his weakness first." He paused, grasping for logic, for reason. "If someone stakes our hearts with a wooden stake, we die. That is our weakness. It is simple, clear, known. But can Leo die the same way? We do not know. We are not sure about that. We have no confirmation."
Lexi leaned back against the sofa cushion. Her posture was relaxed, almost casual. But her eyes burned with a cold, steady fire.
"If he does not die from a wooden stake through his heart," she said, "then we burn him. If fire does not work, we drown him. If drowning does not work, we tear him apart piece by piece and scatter the pieces across different continents. There is always a way. There is always an end." She stood up from the sofa. The leather creaked as her weight left it. She looked down at Stefan, her question unchanged, unwavering. "Stefan.I ask again.Are you coming with me to kill that devil? Or are you staying here?"
She needed him. This was not just about strength or numbers. Lexi was old, powerful, experienced in combat that spanned centuries. But Stefan had something she lacked. His mind was sharper, more analytical. He saw angles she missed, considered possibilities she overlooked. In dangerous situations, he could be trusted to make the right decision when instinct and emotion might lead her astray. And beyond all that, beyond strategy and tactics and survival, he was her best friend. The only person in this long, lonely existence she truly trusted with her life.
Stefan stared into her eyes. He saw the determination there, the absolute certainty. He saw that no amount of logic or caution would sway her.
He sighed. The sound came from somewhere deep in his chest, heavy with resignation and acceptance.
"If this is what you want, Lexi," he said, "then how can I say no?" A small smile appeared on his face. It was not a happy smile. It was the smile of a man who has made peace with a dangerous choice. He stood up from the sofa, moving to stand beside her.
He knew Leo had hurt Lexi deeply. He had seen it in her eyes at the Grill, the shock and violation and humiliation. And he knew, with a certainty that sat like stone in his stomach, that she was in this situation because of him. Because she had come to celebrate his birthday. Because she had tried to protect him from his own fear. Because she had walked into Leo's orbit to help her friend, and Leo had punished her for it.
He could not let her face that alone. Not now. Not ever.
And perhaps, he thought, it was time. Time to stop bowing and apologizing and shrinking himself to fit in Leo's shadow. Time to decide who would live under this sky and who would not. Because they could not both exist in the same world forever. One of them would have to fall.
He looked at Lexi. His smile, small and grim, remained on his face.
"Let's go kill a devil," he said.
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