.No.
This is not happening. I run. He comes. I hide. He finds me. It's like stupid cycle I try to change and each time I fail miserably. I can hear him behind me, I didn't talk to him all lesson and sprinted out when the professor had stopped speaking. He's grinning maybe it's a smirk. I don't care, if I start my way home he will definitely follow me, having a stalker was not on my agenda. I can hear his quiet whisper and shivers run down my back, it infuriates me that he knows even my smallest weaknesses.

"Caroline you can stop running. You're not achieving anything except ruining your shoes."
Great he has no boundaries. No humanity Stefan was a pain in the ass and I am not going to put up with it.
'Are going to lead me home or stray along to the nearest Starbucks in a plan to shake me off'
'neither. I'm going to run to my next lecture that you are not allowed to attend.

I glided into the classroom trying to look elegant but probably seeming as if a bomb had blown up in my face. My hair was askew, my breath panting and eyes wild. I could hear the wheels turning in my classmates' brains assuming that I had a quickie in the cupboard- not exactly what I needed right now, then again it's what I would think too if someone stumbled into the classroom dishevelled. It was a stage class and everyone seemed to be in line for auditions for a role. You got this Caroline.-The class finished in a flurry, most of it spent lounging around and watching some brilliant actors. I could see him standing leaning against a white wall, his eyes raked over a girl's body god forbid she didn't have a partner because she would be getting a lot more than a general hook up that night. Well a lot more which would to hear head being brutally ripped from her body after he drank her blood and reassembled her. Remind me why I was thinking about this? A sigh of relief washed through my body as I discovered she had been waiting for her girlfriend who came out and kissed her on the forehead. I could see Stefan's icy glare glaze serves him right, for trying to check out his dinner before killing her. Well he shouldn't be killing anyone anyway. I shuddered. His eyes peered around the hallway slowly as if he was inspecting for prey which in a way he was. Shit. I made eye contact. Which idiot makes eye-contact with a serial killer who is out to get you. Laid. Get me laid not to kill me but whatever. I want a better life and i have been craving running out of that small pathetic town which is Mystic Falls for some reason actually hasn't been normal since Katerina Petrova entered it with her tragically good looks and powerful best friend/ witch Emily. He strides casually up to where I was standing in the hallway.

So Caroline, How long have you decided to stay at this dump?

'Until I graduate with honors. Now will you please step out of my way I would like to find my friend Jemima'

'Jemima? Nice name. Do you know her blood type?' he asked with an eyebrow raised. 'Is she the girl with light brown hair and sparkling blue eyes? She smelt nice very coconut-y and a delicious A negative.'

'What do you want from me Stefan?'

'Ahh there it is dear little Caroline has finally let the bomb drop.' I looked at him fuming. I was almost ready to snap his neck in public and leave him there, but the police issues and the large scale compulsion is too much pressure to handle on the first day on campus. I walked forward leaving his behind; I walked at a brisk pace until I reached the main door and left him behind in a large jumble of people.

'come with me Caroline and I will leave you alone.' He had said this ridiculously close to my ear and his breath was on my neck. Normally this would be a massive turn on but it felt hot and heaving on skin, in some way –pathetic. He was a ripper standing on a bloody university campus in hopes of pursuing a girl who already wants him and is head over heels.

'Technically you are a pervert. You know that right?' I say this teasingly trying really hard to evoke a reaction from him. His quick mouth and reflexes took a pause as he examined me with his scrunched up brooding brow. I can't deny that even if he did kill people he was till as handsome as he was three months ago or three years ago when I pined after him. But that brow was just damn sexy.

'You will also be one in a few years. Don't judge me for looking at the beautiful I'm pretty sure I'm not wanted at a nursing home either. He paused for a while. My eyes locked on his, it wasn't intense or romantic just expecting much too relaxed because even if he wasn't anything else to me he was my mentor and my best friend.

I stared at him intently and spoke up 'Turn your humanity on and I will only make you wait for one more month. That's it nothing else just let me get things sorted and in one month Emotions Stefan and Normal Caroline will be a thing, a very pure and romantic thing.'

'Emotions Stefan? He said with a little chuckle. 'Well I imagine that 'Emotions Stefan' would like that a lot but as you can see he is not in charge at the moment 'Come with me to London, I will take you anywhere you want to go there and I'll pay for any tuition fees that you need to pay in the time you miss.' 'Take my deal Caroline, let me kill some British people and live a little and then i promise to turn it on.'

'As a wise idiot once said. Never take the word of a Ripper'

'Was it Damon who gave you that gem of wisdom? Good thing you do listen to him. I assure I was definitely going to screw you over I will take a chance and say that if I make you be in love with me by the end of this trip then you can try to turn it on yourself however you please.'

'There's one flaw in your genius plan Stefan, I've been in love with you for months now'

i would love to hear people .I would love it if you reviewed I'm not very good at writing . I'm mostly writing this because sitting at night thinking about a story fanfiction and not writing it down is stupid, the other part is because I've wanted to write a fanfiction for a while now. My writing will get better, sorry. I'm not that sure about where this is going but hopefully to London because American setting is too hard to write for a Londoner.