Something shocking happened to me in my living room last night.
Frankly, I’m still trying to process.
There I was, enjoying the epically wild ride of “The Vampire Diaries” Season 2 premiere – clamoring for my Damon moments; teetering on the edge of my seat through the Katherine moments – when, to my shock and completely unexpected stomach flutter, Stefan Salvatore captured my undivided attention.
You think you’re shocked? Imagine me – Damon-devoted even to the undeath - watching over-broody-eyebrow-furrowing-goody-vamp Stefan (whom I occasionally mocked for an entire season) turn full-on-badass-brazen-I ain’t gonna ask ya nice-raaawwr-bad boy right there in front of my unsuspecting viewer eyes!
Considering how you all know I feel about bad boys, I think you can comprehend the serious trouble “The Vampire Diaries” may have just doomed me to.
Believe my internal monologue went something like this:
Wait! …What the-?…
Who IS this guy?!…
Can’t be Stefan…it is Stefan ….
*distinct flutter-action begins*
Wait! No! We can’t! We can’t! I love Damon! Damon, Damon, Da-…
*bad boy antics and flutters intensify ten-fold*
Oh, Stefan Salvatore. You are going to get me in trooooub-ble…
Now before my Church of Damon sisters drag me into the courtyard and stake me for heresy or the Sorority of Stefan welcome me with flowers in my hair and a big ol’ mug o’ squirrel juice, I am in no way saying here that I am abandoning my ‘faith’ just yet.
Damon is far too tasty, too tortured and too beautifully badass. Yes even after literally snapping Jeremy to his supposed here-after, I’m still on the Damon wagon, folks.
Frankly, I was never a big Jeremy fan, anyway.
Look at it this way: Damon ‘killing’ him scared the crap outta that kid! Maybe now Jeremy won’t ever, ever, EVER again try something as selfish and stupid as trying to die to be undead to stop his heart from hurting instead of manning up and DEAL-ING.
Life happens, Jeremy.
Suck it up. (WITHOUT fangs, thank you very much).
See, a valuable lesson learned there. Actually, two lessons. Damon’s whole kill-Elena’s-baby-brother-to-mask-the-excrutiating-pain-of-rejection flip-out, was because his heart WAS hurting.
So how do you think that ‘vamp switch’ thing is working out for him?
Make a note, Jeremy.
There. Damon defended. I feel much better now. Okay, where were we?
Oh, right. Stefan. Yes, Stefan.
So later that evening the episode winding down, me finally cooling down after all of Stefan’s unexpected muscle-y smoulder-y badass-ery and now completely consumed by my poor sweet Damon’s angst, what does Stefan do?
Pulls a big ol’ ace out of his back pocket, that’s what. He DEFENDS Damon murdering Jeremy.
*return of earlier shock and flutter with a feverish vengeance*
Whoa. Game on! Clearly, Katherine is not the only one who plays without rules.
So here I am. Sitting here the morning after, still trying to process the shock; brooding over what this could mean for a die-hard Damon girl.
Could there actually be a side of Stefan I might be able to fall for? Could he compel me to the ‘other’ side by season’s end? Or could I – dare, I even think it – be heading into Season 2 with a Salvatore on each arm?
Oh my, Stefan Salvatore. Oh my, indeed.