Authors Note: This song was niggling at the back of my mind for Stefan/Elena for a while, and since I started thinking about it, a storyline related to other songs has sort of wandered in. The title of the story is from the song by The Pretty Reckless. The first song used here, Just Tonight, is also by The Pretty Reckless.

Please note that this story is rated M for sexual content, and potentially dark themes in the future.

I do not own the rights to The Vampire Diaries, or to any of the music within this story.

Here we are, and I can't think through all the pills right,

Dear Diary,

It's been a while since it's come to this. I used to drink to dull the pain of my boring life.

Now, I'm drinking to dull the pain of my not-so-boring life.

Start the car, and take me home.

I knew that Stefan drinking human blood again couldn't end well. He takes more and more, and Caroline has to drive me home after, because I shake too much.

Here we are, and you're too drunk to hear a word I say,

We tried a regular date the other night, but he just kept staring at me, like I was a walking blood bag. Which, I suppose, is what I've become to him, even if he can't see it.

Start the car, and take me home.

Damon saw it. He drove me home that night.

Just tonight I will stay. And we'll throw it all away.

He's taking blood from me now, but I've decided to stick it out this time.

He's finished, and I yank my left arm back, wrapping my right around his neck, and crushing his lips to mine.

He doesn't even hesitate.

When the light hits your eyes, it's telling me I'm right.

I fall back on his bed as he crawls over me, both of us tearing at each others clothes. He touches me with bruising force, but I don't cry out.

I scratch down his back instead, and when he enters me, it's hard and fast, and I bite his shoulder hard enough to draw blood, if only for a moment.

His eyes flash and I can see so clearly the predator he's become.

And if I, I am through, and it's all because of you,

As Stefan lays, bemused, on his bed, I dress in what is left of my clothes. Our eyes meet and I leave the room.

I drive myself home.

Just tonight.