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I don't like my O/C quite yet. We'll See though

Stefan walked downstairs into the lobby of the hotel. Stefan had knocked on Otto's door this morning so that they could get on the road. But her room had already been emptied and room service was turning the bed down. When he went down stairs he saw her duffle bag already in the back of the car.

So as her opened the door the the lobby he scanned the room. He stopped when he saw her with an older couple sitting across the table from her. He walked closer and leaned against a wall and watched her.

"You are the cutest little thing." The woman said to her. Stefan guessed the couple were in their late seventies. Otto smiled and drank her tea.

" You two are too sweet." She said.

" I hope a girl as cute as you isn't traveling alone." the man said. He had an accent that sounded like he was from the New York area. Stefan walked up and but his hand on Otto's back and it made her jump a little.

" She certainly isn't." Stefan said,smiling down at Otto who frowned at him and rolled her eyes.

The couple looked at them and smiled at them

" I knew you would have a fine young gentleman escorting you around." The woman looked at Stefan.

" Well of course." Otto said taking Stefan's hand that was now on her shoulder.

" You two better enjoy your youth while it lasts because before you know you're old like us and its all you can do to watch old black and white movies on the TV and sit on the couch talking over coffee." The man said smiling at his wife. Otto smiled sadly at them. " Belive it or not, that sounds incredible." she stood up and slipped a leather jacket off the seat next to her and put it on.

" You two have a great rest of you anniversary trip and don't cause too much trouble around here." She smiled as she started to walk away and Stefan smiled and waved at them both.

" No promises!" The couple called out together before laughing at each other and smiled at Stefan as he walked out behind Otto. They both got in the truck and waited for Elena and Damon to come out.

" So do you normally eat breakfast with, old strangers?" Stefan asked breaking the silence. She looked over at him. She was wearing the bracelet he had gotten her. She looked her over. She was wearing her black combat boots again. He had yet to see her without them. She wore her skinny jeans rolled up over them and a bright coral shirt with a black music note on it and her leather jacket.

" I feel a sort of attached to old people." she said. " I feel old Stefan, sometimes I feel like I am missing out on somthing. I grow old. I know things grandparents would know. I have war stories. My recipe book is yellowed and old. I can make the best chocolate chip cookies you have ever tasted. I listen to old music. I have an old timey way of looking at things and yet I am deprived of the opportunity to age. Don't you ever feel tired?"

" Somtimes." he said looking at her as she stared out at nothing. " But it never gets boring. Life is never the same. Plus I just took a year nap.

She laughed. " Lifes a big bag of tricks isn't it. No thing happens twice in the same way. It's amazing really."

She smiled at him playing with the wings on her bracelet. She stared at it and looked back to him sheepishly.

" It was awfully rude of me not thank you for the gift Stefan. It was rather sweet of you. I like it very much." she said. And then he,was embarrassed. He couldn't tell her why it had reminded him of her. She was using him to get what they all wanted. This was a business deal. Not a road trip to make friends.

Damon and Elena came out with their bags and threw them in the back of the car. Damon came over to the drivers side.

" What's next Carrot Top?" he asked leaning on the car.

" That's original. I've never heard Carrot Top before." She rolled her eyes. " Chicago. It will be about eight and a half hours if we limit stops." He nodded and banged his hand on the car twice.

They were listening To Billy Joel while Stefan stared at the scenery. He felt bad that Otto was doing most of the driving but he figured she knew that he would drive if she wanted him to.

" What's the deal with Elena and Damon? Last time I checked when Klaus came into town she was what your heart was beating for and when you you guys went to Silas' Island I got mixed messages." she said not veiling sarcasm.

" For someone who doesn't want to,get close to people, that is a pretty personal question." He,said raising an eyebrow at her. " Just thought I would ask." she shrugged. " From what I can tell your life is like a Soap Opera. Entering in a weird way."

" She was sired to Damon while we were together. She slept with him and.." he shrugged and closed his eyes.

" Was sired? Not now?" She dug into a sensitive subject. He moved and tried to get comfortable.

" Not anymore no." He turned his head.

" That's rough buddy." she said. She was silent for a moment.

" Did you not sleep well?" Her voice held concern but more of a vague interest rather than worry.

"I never sleep well in hotels. I can't get over it." He said laying his seat back. She grabbed his hand and he bolted up.

" Relax crazy." she motioned for him to lay back; with one hand on the wheel. She opened his hand and made a swirl pattern on it hitting certain points. " A witch taught me this."

He stared at her. He had the overwhelming urge to run his hands through her hair. And as she dragged her fingers over his palm and his lids grew heavy he asked her "What does your hair feel like?" He would have been shocked about saying this but he was too tired. And she laughed lightly; Like wind chimes in a garden.

" Like I use really expensive Shampoo." She closed his palm. " Are you Tired?"

He tried to answer but he slipped away.

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Otto stared at the sleeping figure. It unnerved her to see Silas' doppelganger. She almost had a heart attack every time she saw him and yet there we major differences.

Silas had always been selfish. Even when they had been in love he had always been cruel and jealous. But Stefan was a good person. If there were such a thing. A little sad maybe but good for sure. She had seen him go from a emotionless killer to the man he was now. She like him. And in her case it wasn't an option to like Silas' doppelganger.

She reached,out and brushed the tips of her fingers with his and sighed. Remembering when Silas had told her they would be married and have children with a big house to raise them in. A naive child belives every word. Now a hardened heart trusted no the resemblance threw her off.

She found herself staring at him often. Almost wishing it were Silas'. A part of her hoped that Silas' was playing her. Because she was tired of hiding in the shadows from him. Tired of leaving no trace or memory of herself anywhere because she was worried he would know. Now if he found out that she had left him to rot all these years he would kill her. If he could find a way he would make her suffer.

Staring at Stefan she wondered if she,could find another way. A way to save him. Somebody had to know how. A witch maybe. One back in the old country. One that knew more than Silas did about such things. One that could help her be who she had always wanted to be. She could save this beautiful, trusting boy. She knew there was a way. There had to be.

No. She said shaking her emotions off. No if you want Silas gone he has to go too.

So I write another story on Fan Fic and one on Fiction Press I just started. So I am getting them all jumbled up. I admire y'all who write like seven. You guys are CRAAAAZY