A/N: This was originally a free write I did in an English Class. It was a response to "A Love Supreme" by John Coltrane. After rereading it, I thought it was reminiscent of Stefan's character so I tweaked it a little bit and, well, here it is. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own The Vampire Diaries.
I love the Roaring Twenties. The fun. The laughter. The alcohol. The love. It all contributes to the carefree wonder of life that the time has brought us. It contributes to a fact that I have known since 1864: Life goes on.
I still live in secret. Of course, I frequent the dance clubs and the like but my real lifestyle stays hidden under wraps, it has to. No one knows, and as far as I'm concerned, no one will, except Nik and Rebekah. There are others, but they are Compelled to forget but Nik and Rebekah are my family. They are my only friends in this whole wide world, in this wonderful time period of camaraderie. They know what I go through because they experience it too. I guess you can count the girl that I plan on escaping with as soon as this round of drinks is over.
I constantly find myself asking if my victims really count. In all reality, they will be dead within minutes. They will get to see me as I truly am. I will hear them scream in panic but then they will be no more. I truly regret it. All the women I take are beautiful and in no way deserve what I do to them.
But, as I stop to think about it while the alcohol slides down my throat, I don't feel bad. I cannot help what I am. I cannot help that I have to rip them apart limb from limb and take their blood.
Like I said, life goes on. It is crazy. It's fun and in the twenties you have to live in the moment. You have to enjoy the carefree atmosphere otherwise, it will run right past you and not everyone lives forever. Life goes on and it always will, the exceptions are those unlucky few, such as the girl (my feast) that is draped over my arm as we leave the bar.