When Blue Met Brown

STEFAN'S POV

"She's fine Damon." I say into the phone. He had called every hour checking in since we arrived. "Are you sure? Are any of them acting wolf like." "They're wolves so yes." "I mean sneaky." "No, she's not even spoken to anyone... she's been in her room for the past 6 hours." "Well just check on her." "Yes Damon." "Okay... Well. Bye." He hung up. I rubbed my face. If he was that worried he should have just came with us. 

I knocked on Isabella's bedroom door. "You ready?" I called out. "Just about." She said opening the door in her dress and tiara she had to wear something similar everytime she addressed them. "Who was you talking to?" She asked fixing her neckalace in the mirror as I leant against the door. "Just Care checking in again." She nodded.

She looked at me and it was like she wanted to say something but she was debating with herself if it was a good idea or not. "What?" "Nothing." She turned back to the mirror putting her mothers ring on. "Is Damon okay?" She asked rushed. "He's Damon." I responded. Damon's just Damon theres no okay or happy theres Damon, and then theres pissed off Damon. "Oh... okay." But when he was with Izzie he was the old Damon pre Kathrine, Pre death, Pre pain, the one who loved and laughed and was kind. But Care's in charge of the girls and no matter how many times I tell her she was good for him she can't let go of the fear of losing them. 

"He would have wanted to be here." "Sure he would of... if he answered my calls he would have been." She said bitterly not understanding the full story because it's been hidden from her. "I know he's your brother but he's a douche." She said and I laughed, her accent made everything seem poliet. "Yeah, he can be but he does care about you... more than you understnad." She shook her head. "Damon cares about Damon and that's it." She said picking up her dress. "If you'll excuse me I have to go watch men battle it out for the top dog spot." She moved passed me swiftly I caught up with her before she stepped out the cabin. She took a deep breath before stepping off the small wooden porch. "I'm here." She nodded hearing me before walking at a normal pace to where she needed to be. "Sir you can't come back here." Someone said when I was walking with her to the chairs. "What?" I asked. 

"Only Queen Isabelle-"Isabella." I corrected him. "Forgive me Miss." He said bowing to her. "Queen Isabella's seat is here the rest in the crowd." "I'll be over there okay." "Why can't he just stand with me."  "Your highness it's tradition." "Bullshit traditions. I'm sick of them." I walked her the rest of the way to her seat and made sure she was comfortble and then I left to be close by. 

The fights began and Isabella looked bored and horrified that people would fight like this. It was a blood bath! Their so called friends beaten down. "STOP!" She said loudly standing. Everyone froze. "You're fighting like animals, you're fighting your friends like they're enimies." "It's the only way to know who is the strongest." "Who cares." She said throwing her arms up. "Being an Alpha is more than strength, it's courage and leadership. A level head with a strong moral compass. Someone who will lead with their heart and not rage. Fighting each other just proves what huge asses you all are." I smiled...She knew what she stood for. "Respectfully Queen it's tradition to have the strongest as the Alpha." "Well i've never been one for traditions." She said frankly. "You've all faught each other. You win him and fight someone else you get tired and they win. The person who fights last will always come out on top don't you see the problem?" She looked out at everyone. "And why do we have to fight. We used to be about peace. We wanted peace to live in harmony with eachother... Is that not why there is a stupid royal family in the first place? Peace with the vampires and the witches... Thats what you origanally stood for and over the years these traditions have taken over and now we fight each other for power? For recognition. You know how stupid that is?"

"Get her down." I jumped at the sound of Damon's voice appearing next to me as Isabella kept talking. "What?" "Get her out of here... They have the cross bows pointed at her from the outskirts." I looked to where he was talking to an spotted one of them. "Get her to the car." I nodded and did as asked she didn't have time to react until I stopped at the car. "What the hell Stef!" She said shoving my arms away from her. "They were going to fire at you... We need to go now." "Oh hell no!" She ripped the bottom half of her dress off so she could actually move in her dress. She pulled it apart to just above her knees. "Isabella what are you doing?" "They want me dead, they can try but I'm not running away scared because of it." She handed me her mothers ring. And she disappeared. "You were meant to get her in the car idiot." Damon said hitting me upside the head. "I tried." "Not hard enough." I put the ring in my pocket before we ran back to the creek after her.