Caroline stood in the middle of the pile of bodies, her hands crimson and hot from the human blood that coated them. Her chin and neck were soaked as well since she'd lost control and fed until her stomach might burst. The tips of her hair had turned red from the stuff, and it was hardened from the dried blood. She shook slightly, the muscles in her thighs and back tensing from the excitement her body almost couldn't handle. The soft crackle of a nearby twig made her start, her head whipping around in less than a second as she stared into the darkness of the clearing surrounding her.

"It's me," came Stefan's familiar voice, but she still stood on edge, her hands held out in front of her as if she were making some bloody offering to some unseen being. She remained frozen, her blue eyes avidly watching him as he materialized. A small, sly smile spread gently over the corner of his mouth as he watched her. Was that pride in his eyes? His brown hair was perfectly coiffed back away from his face, and his eyes sparkled as he stepped easily over the mound of bodies that surrounded her.

"That, my friend, is how a Ripper does it," he commended her. His smirk widened into a grin, and he reached over to grab her wrist. His black duster jacket pulled back slightly from his wrist to momentarily reveal his tanned skin, and Caroline watched as he made her bend her elbow as he brought her fingers to his face.

Slowly, he used his fingers to guide her hand to his mouth, parting his lips as he slipped her finger between his teeth. She watched, fascinated, as he sucked the blood from each of her fingers and then licked his lips, smiling as he savored the flavor of it.

"Well done," he approved, as if commending her on preparing a delectable meal and including all the right flavors on the plate. He released her hand which no longer dripped with blood and stepped closer to her, his free hand going to the side of her face. Guiding her to look at him, his smile faded to a slight smirk again, and his eyes sparkled in that mischievous way. This made her smile slightly, suspiciously, as she wondered what lesson he would teach her now.

"Now feed on me." He pulled his jacket away from his wrist, revealing his skin. There was no pulse beneath the paper-thin layer of skin over his wrist since vampire hearts worked differently than human hearts, but the offer appealed to her nonetheless. She'd never fed willingly from another vampire before. It had always been out of necessity before. But this was from choice: Stefan's and her own.

Reaching out, she inexorably wrapped her fingers of her left hand around his forearm and her right hand bent his fingers open so she could get plenty of purchase on his wrist. Slowly - she'd spent her energy on the humans she'd massacred - she sank her fangs into his wrist and began to drink.

The feeling was euphoric, unlike the hunt she'd just completed. She'd never simply savored vampire blood before, and hybrid blood was bitter because of the werewolf in their veins. But this… this was like every delightful taste she'd ever tasted. This was like ice cream after a long summer's day. This was like warm hot chocolate on a winter's morning. It was like something forbidden and something desirable all at once.

Her eyes rolled back into her head as she lost control and sank her fangs as far as they could go into his skin. She distantly heard him grunt, but she knew he wasn't in pain. She innately knew he was enjoying this as much as she was. Forcefully, she tightened her grip on his arm, and she felt him reach around her, his free hand going to her hair as he pulled her against him. Her instincts wouldn't stop her from this. Only Stefan could stop her from this. She savored and tasted him, reveling in the bliss that ran over her tongue. She'd never tasted or felt anything like it.