Stefan is a new vampire and meets Elena, a human. But when the town's vampire hunt becomes more than a small whisper and Elena finds the truth, she has to decide who to be loyal to. Her family, or the love of her life . . .
Stefan walked through the silent, humid town. His gums were throbbing and his insatiable lust for blood, among other things, was driving him to madness. He'd only just drank the sweet blood of a virginal apothecary countess, but he felt as though he had washed up onto a shore on some far away land. Dying of thirst.
He would damn his brother for all eternity for doing this to him. When Stefan had questioned him of it, Damon refused, with a smirk, to let Stefan know the name of whom had given him this 'dark gift'. It was 1819, and Stefan was sure he had contracted the deadly disease but now he knew the truth. All of the broken mythological tales were true. He was what they called Vampyr.
Stefan dropped to his knees, pleading with god, the devil, or anyone who was listening to take this curse away from him. He didn't rejoice in the killing of humans as his brother did. But only in that perfect moment, when he had reached the second to last drop of blood, did he find peace.
"Sir?" a young voice prodded.
Stefan turned to see a young boy holding some form of fruit in his hand. "You alright?" the young boy squawked. But all Stefan could focus on was the sound of the boys heart. And the vein that was ever so prominent in his neck. Stefan's heart started racing.
"Leave." Stefan said harshly. It took every last drop of whatever was human inside him to not lung at the little boys throat. The boy stayed for a moment but then quickly jogged away. Stefan's throat felt as though someone had pulled the latch of a hot air had he let that go by. Suddenly his body gave out from under him. Everything went black.
When Stefan awoke he was in a cabin room. He heard small whispers on the other side of a door.
"Daddy, please!" a female voice whispered.
An older man's gruff voice retorted, "Damn it child, you know how dangerous this is. You know! How could you even try this to us, our family?"
The musical female voice sighed, "Daddy, he isn't a vampire. Vampires look like demons. Isn't that what Honoria Fell told the town? He doesn't look like a demon, he looks like an angel."
A small smirk pulled up onto Stefan's lips. Suddenly there was a rap at the door. "Yes? Stefan nearly croaked out in pain. His throat felt as though it had been rubbed raw. In stepped a small figure.
A beautiful girl with long, flowing brown tresses and hazel pools were her eyes. He was taken back by her inconceivable beauty. "Hello." She said in a small voice.
"I'm Elena Gilbert."
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