"Stefan" Her voice rang in his ears so loudly there was almost not distraction. How could he shake her? How could he let go of her? The smell of her long brown hair, the glossy look she had in her eyes every time she met face with him. Purely torn, and lost. More or less confused. Stefan Salvatore. The name even sounded pure; of only good intention. But there was another side to the beast. Someone more wild and loose, this man was a ripper, only at best. Every time he struck you could see the terror in his gaze, and you could practically feel the rush flowing through his veins. Since this past year along side Klaus, returning to himself only seemed unrealistic. Stefan was a vampire, always had been and always will be. There was no fixing the being he had to live through every memory of every victim he ripped apart limb my limb. It took too much out of him to look Elena in the eye. He only had one resort, it was the only way he felt sane.
For every sin Stefan had made, for every wrong it had tortured his remaining sanity. He only had to do what was right, but giving back. As a human Stefan went to church with his family daily. He knew every sin and every punishment. Lust. The first sin was lust. If he could only put those who portray lust out of his misery…
It was a dark night. The clock was just shy under twelve a.m.
Victim number one.
Reporters say the body was found in a motel room. Victim is knifed to death by her (sex trade) client wearing some sort of strap on device. The sexual tool was put together with a knife. Noll, (the client) and Young Jessica McBride of New York City was coldly killed with a tool that cannot be found. Her body was ripped apart with something of find edges and deep holes. The police are calling him the "vampire killer" for his style of killing. NYPD has yet to find the murder, but they are racing to arrest the killer, as they think this will not be the last of him.
The high was more than exciting. It gave him a rush of adrenaline. Flashes of her hurt face flickered through Stefan's mind. The taste of her blood lingered on his lips, and left a red blood stain on the edge of his lip. He sat in the studio apartment closet; adding another name to the list. He walked into the building, seduced her with his flirtatious words and reeled her in to death. The thrill of the kill has only begun.