AN: Here's part two out of five. Part two: a guy (OC).
Warnings: Spoilers for all the episodes up to 3x09 (though not explicitly, I might reference to some of the happenings, so better safe then sorry). Overall this story features violence, minor sexual assault, bloodplay/vampirisme and some dark adult themes. I'll put specific warnings up per part.
Part two: Violence, minor sexual assault, bloodplay/vampirisme, murder, and dark adult themes..
A Guy.
He hadn't even heard him approach. How careless of him. The fact of the matter was that he had simply been too mesmerized with his victim to pay attention. But there was no missing the intruders scream. It was one of horror and anguish and he screamed a name. Josephine. Ah, so that was the girls name. Stefan let the girls drained body drop the floor and turned his full attention to the intruder. It was young man, no older then Stefan had been when he died. There was more, there was something about him, something that despite the youth looking nothing like him at all, reminded Stefan of himself. The young man gaped at him in fear and then, how unfortunate for him, he turned and ran.
Stefan was still high on the girls blood, reveling in the taste, the sensation, the wonder of it and so his predatory instincts kicked in and he did not care to try and stop himself. The young man ran and he chased.
The poor thing hadn't even reached the parlor door, not that he would have stood a chance if he had, when Stefan appeared before him. The young man screamed again out of shock and Stefan could feel his mouth curl up into a smile. For a moment he wondered, as he looked at this youth who somehow reminded him of himself, when he had gotten this cruel? But that thought dissolved as the boy backed away and Stefan felt the veins in his face throb and his throat tighten.
Stefan lunged forward and sunk his fangs into the youths neck. His blood tasted warm and dark and had an almost wooden taste to it. The young man pushed and screamed and tried to fight back and that cruel streak flared up again and he let him go. He dropped to the floor, only inches away from the dead girl. What had he been to her? Brother, husband, betrothed? Who cared, they'd meet each other soon enough. The boy let out a groan and tried to crawl away from Stefan as he clutched his bleeding neck. Stefan licked his lips, mostly to frighten the youth further, and that was when he saw it. His lips. They were so very similar to his own. He even pressed them together in the same way he did when he was in pain. How odd.
The moment that thought occurred to him he acted on it. He lunged the the young man again, pinning him to the ground with his body, but instead of biting him he pressed his lips down on his. The youth froze under him and Stefan couldn't help but chuckle against the youths lips, then running the tip of his tongue over them. He smelled and tasted like an odd mix of cinnamon and fear. It was pleasant enough, but not enough. His veins still throbbed painfully. The youth choked out a scream as Stefan drove his teeth into his lower lip. Now, that was much better.
The young man shuddered and struggled under him, much to Stefans delight, until he finally lost consciousness and fell limp. Stefan pulled back then and stared down at his victim, studying his face, his now bleeding lips.
Another thought sprang up in the back of his mind, beyond the haze of the blood lust. He had never kissed another man before. He should feel ashamed, guilty, repentant. But he didn't. He just felt hungry. He brushed his lips against the youths one last time, just to quench that desire. Then he sank his teeth into the boys neck and drank him dry.