9 Crimes
By: Alexandra
First chapter: The one I love is gone
"This is disgusting, Stefan. Really, really disappointing... Just imagine that I am locked in a coffin and buried 2 metres in the ground because I had been stabbed by that little witch-and it was all your fault-think how my lips are frozen and my body is cold, think how for me time stopped and now I am just a livid corpse. You're tears aren't hot enough to melt this sorrow but their blood is. So go for them Stefan! Haunt them, deceive them, play with them, trick them and in the end kill!"
Katherine's voice was like a permanent echo in the back of his mind. He thought to himself "I am here because I am not where I want to be.." and he sighed. He washed his face, trying to calm down. The witch gave him a list of names-appereantly, the blacklist represented his salvation. Only one name sounded familiar to him-and that happened to be the name of his long-lost brother whom he hadn't seen for more than 4 centuries-but the rest represented only weird combination and he couldn't even pronounce them. He tried to open his mouth to pronounce one of them but all he could say was "C-c-car..lina". He couldn't understand why were those people guilty, why 9 human lives had to be stolen in order to please a dark force. Probably, where they lived, someone loved them, someone missed them. He had been human too, even tough that had been long ago, but he knew how feeling the sun touching your skin or how having your heart beating like the rhythm of a blue November rain felt like. And these treasures had been taken from him by too much pride. That's why he swore to never try or even think about doing something like this.
But this time it was about Katherine. She had been the only light, the only thing that helped him face all of this and she promised her to fight for them. He remembered how one Saturday night when they were in Spain she told him : "Just promise me forever." Bitter tears started raining down on him-this was more than a promise, it was like a shelter that made him feel safe-as long as he gave her the feel that time is theirs she would be his. How could he lie to those big brown eyes that reminded him of a clear night of June when the sky is full of stars ? There wasn't room for another choice so he picked up the phone, dialed a mobile number that was written on the paper and began talking to a girl:
"Umm, my name is Byron and I am a professional photographer. Caroline Forbes which I am talking to?" he asked.
"Oh, yes, yes, it's me!" the girl answered excited. He smiled, even tough he wasn't a good liar he managed to capture her attention. Come on Stefan, you know you have that Ripper in you!
"Glad to finally have the chance to find you! You know, I am coming in Forbes tomorrow and I was wondering if you wanted to be part of a new project." he continued, starting to feel relaxed, like it was in his nature to do that.
"A new project? Tomorrow? Umm..isn't it to soon? I don't know if I am prepared, I don't think I have enough time..You know, I have to go and do my make-up, cut my hair.."
"Ah, no, no, Miss Forbes, please, this project is based on taking pictures of girls that are naturally beautiful, that's why I picked you. No need to go and waste money on such useless things when you are s charming." he responded, knowing that this was what she wanted to hear.
"If you say so, Mr.."
"Byron Smith, but please, call me Byron. I saw some pictures of you on a site, I accidentally stumbled upon them, and I immediately knew that I had to include you in one of my photo shoots" he knew that she had already made up her mind about accepting her offer but at the same time she wanted to hear more, to be convinced that he is under her spell. So he told her what she wanted to hear in order to be totally sure that she won't start to doubt his intentions.
"Byron..I can't believe it. It's just to good to be true. Have you decided yet where the photo shoot is going to take place? Because I have some amazing ideas, I am so inspired now!"
"Yeah..I thought about a park, a sunny day, you know, something classic. But I am opened to any suggestions you have, I am sure a girl as beautiful as you is very creative too." he started to feel proud, he still hadn't lost his skills. It was starting to be too easy.
"I will think about them more and I will tell you what I have in mind for tomorrow. Should I dress in a fancy way?"
"No, absolutely no, wear something casual, something green if you want because it will make your eyes stand out. It's autumn, all the warm colors will make a nice contrast with it. So, I guess we will see each other tomorrow, around 12 o'clock, at the park, no?"
"Sure! I can't wait, I have to pinch myself. Just thanks for making my day!"
"Well, I will be the guy holding a camera so you will easily recognise me, okay?" he told her. After saying "good-bye" and complimenting her once again he hung up. He knew that Katherine must be proud of him so in order to continue making progresses he imagined how things will go tomorrow-the park is a public area and he didnt' want to draw attention. He read that Mystic Falls is a small town in Virginia so he could ask her to go to a place in the forest maybe and there he could kill them without fearing that someone will be watching him. For the first time since he started his mission, he felt relieved-there were definitely some chances, he knew that he could do this task. Of course, the begginging was the hardest-if he had to compare the slow motion of this he would say it reminds him of a cannonball that's drowning slowly into a thick water. Because it takes a long time, the cannonball feels that,firstly, someone is tickling her feet and then the tangling sensation would grow and raise, starting to take control over the floating body while its drift follows the slinky orbit of the dawn of its staccato breathing. Putting his head in his hands he groaned-hadn't it always been like this? Stefan Salvatore, the shy son of a small Italian bargainer, the boy that always seemed to have a sparkle in those big eyes that resembled the shinning of an emerald. Still, appearances are deceiving. Behind that flame, a gloomy human being was hiding. Yes, it had always been like this, he suffered from a restless heart, the world and his soul reunited only in the trembling shades of a continuous discord between a hard and well-defined substance and a mixed essence of a degenerated spirit. Because that is what he was-an undefined reflexion. Damned to be the one that suffers, damned to be the one that had never been understood. And they didn't know how it felt to reach this state of mind where there's no turning back point. At least, he had periods of time when he could pretend that he was a positive person, when things seemed to be better and it was all because of Katherine. That's why he has to save her, to fight. There was no point in holding to an empty eternity, a bitter load of nothing.
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Sunday days in Mystic Falls are all the same-like a Seurat painting. Little points and dusk specks composing a picture that hide the static and boring lives which tried to fit in the „picture-perfect" stereotype. This cloudy afternoon was no exception-you could even feel in the air how all the perfection tended to hang on your shoulders, making you part of it too. As Stefan was looking for a girl dressed in green he was something and he couldn't believe his eyes...
A/N: So, this is the first chapter. Love it, hate it, tell me how hard it sucked or if it was pretty decent, i will appreciate any reaction you have. I promise you that next time I will improve every aspect and I will work to make it better. Thanks for checking it out !