Alright everyone, this is the first work I dare to submit, so I hope you all enjoy it. I'm not a fan of Twilight, I'm not even a fond of it; I only saw two of the movies (the first and the last) but read all of the books. That was all I needed to hopelessly fall in love with Vladimir and Stefan, and of course, shipping them. So as a fan of the pairing and after reading most of the wonderful works on them available here, this is my contribution to the Vlad/Stefan universe. Enjoy and please don't forget to review, I'd very much appreciate it. Have fun!

I had a dream, such weird dream. I dreamt I was running away from something…or perhaps towards it. Then there he was, all covered in blood, his throat ripped apart, and his eyes slowly losing life. I woke up with a squirm; my breathing raged and sweat wetting my body. I slowly crawled towards mi mate's chamber just to find him there, lying down. I could tell by his expression he wasn't resting either but I couldn't risk him seeing me there, watching his sleep so I slowly headed back to my room, trying to find sense to everything that had happened recently.

There were rumours of changing times in the vampire world, not that we cared, but my dreams weren't leaving my mind at ease and the nightmares were starting to get uncomfortable. They were even worse than the ones I got after everything had ended. I stopped and wondered for a minute if Stefan would be feeling that way too, like the times were changing again, but after a few minutes I realised my question would sound stupid for him, always keeping his temper under control. I entered my room and stood by the door for a few more minutes, breathing in the scent of the old walls that surrounded me. They no longer felt safe…

Stefan layed awake in bed, staring at the ceiling. Not that he was the sleeping kind but recently, concealing sleep had been particularly hard. He churned around in bed until he had to go do something else because he definitely couldn't fall asleep. He could hear his mate's raged breathing, his groans and squirms, knowing fully well he was having nightmares. Deep inside he wished he could get up and comfort him, try to wake him up just to tell him it was alright, that he was there for him…it all sounded ridiculous as hell. Stefan turned right, sharpening his senses and paying attention to Vladimir's noises, which was quite altered by that moment of the night. He turned left afterwards but he couldn't hear any more noise coming from Vladimir's chambers. He wondered what would've happened in his nightmare to make him turn so violent even in sleep. A few minutes later, he heard footsteps, quite cautious, not audible for human hearing and even the vampire was trying hard to focus on the noise. He felt a presence by the door, so he closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, keeping a neutral expression on his face. He could feel Vladimir's gaze on him; he seemed tense and anxious but Stefan couldn't manage to say a word, so his mate left without saying anything either.

The dark-haired vampire turned slowly back to his original position staring at the ceiling, feeling uneasiness in the air. There was a change coming, he just didn't know what kind and why did it feel like a thread, but what he was sure about was that it would be decisive.

The trees moved fast as we rushed through the forest, searching for a prey, letting our senses guide us. Stefan was in a complete vampire state but he seemed distracted; I wasn't so concentrated myself but we managed to find a juicy man walking around. Stefan slowed down as I rushed forward to greet him. Once I got his attention, Stefan jumped over him, biting and bringing him to the ground. With a quick move, I situated myself on the other side of the man, submitting him and drinking avidly until we drained his entire body, but still it didn't feel good; I even chewed some of the meat, anxiously. Stefan stared at me with deep burgundy eyes, still a bit of black gleaming in his eyes.

"You look different today; everything alright?"

"I could ask the same question to you", I responded, aiming to divert the attention away from my being.

Stefan smirked and shrugged afterwards. It was obvious he wasn't talking either, but I had plenty of questions, so I threw the 'first stone'.

"So, had trouble sleeping last night?"

"Not as many as you did". Stefan's smirk was still on his face, giving him an odd appearance. I half-smiled as I got closer just to punch him on the shoulder.

"I don't know what you're talking about, I was perfectly fine", I remarked with a shrug. "I just feel something different in the air, the weather. And I'm pretty sure you feel it too".

Stefan stood still, the smirk fading from his face. He looked thoughtful and tilted his head to one side, still looking at the horizon instead of me.

"There's something wrong somewhere, and I do feel it, it's like…"

"…the weather isn't what it used to be…"

"…or the trees, or…"

"…sleeping…"

Stefan pierced me with his gaze. I had always understood how he felt as well as he understood me. He let a little smirk dance on his face but he quickly supressed it; we couldn't hide anything from each other. I stepped forward towards him; he didn't move or even tried to take a step back.

"How will we face such a prickle?" I asked with a silly grin on my face.

"As we always do", he said, smiling back.

"Together"

"Together".

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