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Part 4: Memories Part III: Stefan.
The year is 1639; it has been over one hundred years since I made Daniel a vampire. The fledgling has learned quickly, both of us are well known around the world. We have actually been called the Scourge of Europe.
We now live in Boston in the New World, our home is quite large and is exquisitely furnished, most of the wooden furniture is made from mahogany; the tables, chairs, stools, and various other pieces. I specifically had our bed made, it is a bed big enough for about half a dozen people, and is made from a very strong iron.
Daniel is lying in the bed now, asleep. His dark eyelashes are like crescents on his cheekbones. I write him a note saying that I have gone out hunting and will be back in a few hours, I also promise to bring him back a nice young maiden.
I open the door and step out into the chilly winter breeze. I am dressed in a white shirt, with a long black jacket over it, trousers that are tight fitting and go down to just below my knees and knee high leather boots. I am dressed like a man; my father would have something to say about that…if I had dressed like a man back home. A triangular brimmed hat sits atop my head, my long black hair pulled back in a way that looks like it sits in between my shoulder blades rather than down to mid thigh.
I walk through one of the many forests, looking for some tasty morsel. It is near twilight, the sky overhead just turning pink with a hint of purple. The sun is still up, but it is slowly setting, I do not worry about the sun, as I have a talisman to protect myself from the harmful rays of the sun. The talisman is a gold ring with a lapis lazuli stone in the centre; it sits snugly on my ring finger, the finger before the little one on my left hand.
As I come to the middle of the forest, I hear the noises of a deer running away from something. Sure enough the startled thing runs past my field of vision and gallops away. A few seconds' later something man-shaped stumbles out from some bushes, the figure falls to his knees and curses. He is dressed in the same type of clothing as I, but his are tattered and filthy. He has longish curly black hair that falls to his shoulders, and a lithe body.
The figure's head snaps up and he looks at me, he has forest green eyes, classical high cheekbones, a straight nose and a well-sculpted mouth. There is blood trickling down his chin, and his lips pull back into a snarl, there is an animal light in his green eyes. He growls at me, and then stumbles towards me, tripping over his own feet.
As the man approaches, I can make out whom he is. Although dirt is smudged on his face, I can still recognise my own brother. Over the past two centuries since becoming a vampire, I have learned glamour spells to change the way I look. I do not look like the ill and innocent teenage girl Stefan knew…once, I now look slightly older and fatter, and I look every inch a man, and well muscled. With the glamour on that is what I look like, but with it off, I look the same as I did when I lived in Florence, Italy. The only difference is my eyes, they have an old look to them and they seem much more knowledgeable that I teenage girl should have.
Stefan is now ten feet away, when he falls to the ground. I see him shake and I feel the bloodlust emanating from him. Concern and protectiveness makes me walk to him and fall to my knees. He is lying on his side, and when I turn him over unto his back, he growls again.
"Now stop that!" I scold, my voice should sound deep and resonating to Stefan's ears. "There is no need to growl at someone when they are trying to help you."
"Leave me!" Stefan tries and fails to pull himself from my grasp. "Do you not know what I could do to you?"
"I could do a lot worse to you, Stefan." I hiss back at him. Stefan stops struggling and looks up into my eyes, which are now a blue-grey from the glamour.
"Who are you?" he asks. "And how do you know my name?"
"Let us say that you do not shield your mind very well." I reply.
"Who are you?" he repeats. His eyes search my face, and right then I struggle to keep my mind well shielded from him. Even when we were human, Stefan knew what I was thinking due to us being twins.
"My name is John, John Channahon." I lie, taking on Daniel's last name.
"Stefan. Stefan Salvatore." He introduces himself, which is completely pointless. "You are a vampire?"
"Yes. Come." I say, reaching down and pulling him to his feet. Stefan looks like he feeds very seldom; he is thinner than he was the last time I saw him.
"Where are we going?" he asks, reluctantly following me, stumbling over rocks and tree branches.
"I am going to catch you something to feed on." I reply. "You are barely alive."
"I do not feed on humans." Stefan says, coming beside me.
"I am not going to catch a human." I answer with a sigh. "I am going to catch that stag over there by the stream." I point to where a fully-grown stag is busy grazing by the tiny stream in the middle of the forest.
I turn to Stefan and put my forefinger to my lips.
*Hush! Do not make a sound* I say in Stefan's head, trying my best to disguise my mental voice, not making it sound like my own.
Stefan looks at me and nods his head in understanding. I stalk noiselessly towards the stag, staying in the shadows; the stag snaps his head up and looks around, sensing a predator nearby. Not seeing anything, the stag goes back to feeding on the moist grass.
I am now only a few feet from the animal, when I suddenly spring out from behind a thick bush and am on the animal before it has time to gallop away. I wrap my arms around its throat, staying out of range from its kicking hind legs. I wrap my Power around the stag's mind, and then stick my elongated fangs into its throat. I few seconds later, it stops trying to kick me and relaxes.
I pull back from its throat, and look at Stefan who is eyeing the blood on my chin, and licking his lips.
*Come* I say to him. Stefan eagerly bounds towards me, and crouches on the ground. I push the now sedated stag into his arms and he buries his fangs into the throat, right where my fangs have just vacated.
Stefan drinks his fill, and pulls back. He gags slightly, bringing up some blood.
"Easy, easy. Your stomach must not be able to handle that much blood." I say, rubbing his back. Stefan is still vomiting blood, and then he stops.
"Here." I say, pushing the stag back into his arms, which still has a lot of blood left. "Drink this slowly."
Stefan drinks the stag's blood again, but not as much as before. He keeps it down this time.
"Grazie." He says, licking his lips.
"Do you have a place to stay?" I ask.
"No. I just live outside…where I belong." He whispers that last part.
"You will stay with me and my…brother until I find you a place to live." I say, getting to my feet and hauling him up with me.
"Are you sure?" Stefan asks, looking doubtful.
"Yes, I am sure." I reply, walking away from him. He follows behind me, slightly out of breath.
After walking for about ten minutes, Stefan sways on his feet and then passes out. I catch him before he hits the ground. I carry him the rest of the way to my Boston home.
"You need to learn how to hunt better brother." I mumble to the unconscious body in my arms. I kick open the front door and start for the bedroom.
"Daniel? Get of the bed, I need to put him somewhere." I say to my lover, who is fully awake, but still lying in bed.
Daniel scrambles off the bed and falls flat on his face because his leg gets caught in the sheets. I put my unconscious twin in the vacated bed, and put the sheets over him.
"Who is he?" Daniel asks, eyeing Stefan suspiciously.
"He would be Stefan Salvatore." I reply, not looking at him.
"Any relation?" he asks.
"Yes, he is my twin brother." I reply dryly. "Daniel? Do not mention me. I am now called John Channahon, your brother. I have a glamour on and I do not want him to know that I am alive."
"Why not?" Daniel asks.
"I am supposed to be dead." I reply. "I killed my maid in front of Stefan, and I could not bear the disgust shown on his face. That is way I faked my own death, and neither of my brothers know that I am still alive. So do not mention me."
"All right." Daniel nods his agreement.
"And Daniel?" I start.
"Yes?" he asks, looking from Stefan to me.
"Take down all of the paintings of me." I finish, I walk out of the door to get some hot water for a bath for Stefan, and personally he stinks and needs a bath badly.
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When I come back with the warm water, I see Stefan sitting up in bed looking around him.
"Stefan?" I get his attention. "Come with me, you need a bath. The water is already in the tub, you just need to get in."
"All right." He says, getting off the bed and follows me to another room.
"When you have taken your clothes off, leave them outside the door. I will fetch clean clothes for you to wear." I say to him. "Everything is there for you."
"All right." Stefan says. I walk out the door. "John?" I pause in the doorway, not looking at him, but I am listening.
"Thank you." He finishes. I glance back quickly and nod. I walk out of the door and into my bedroom, where Daniel I lying on the bed with his arm over his eyes.
"Stefan needs some clothes." I say to him. "You two are about the same height, will you let him have some clothes to wear?"
"Yes. Of course." He says, getting off the bed and rummaging through his chest of drawers. He gets out some clothes and a pair of leather boots and I take them to the bathroom. I knock the door.
"Stefan?" I say through the closed door.
"Yes?" he answers.
"I have left some clean clothes and a pair of boots outside the door for you." I say to him.
"Thank you.' He replies.
I put the clothing on the floor and walk downstairs. I go into my study and pull out some money from the top drawer of my desk, I gather some papers for another house that I own, I go back upstairs and see Stefan sitting on one of the chairs in the master bedroom.
"I have some money for you and papers to a house that I own. You can stay there for as long as you wish." I say, handing him the money and papers.
"Grazie." Stefan says, taking the things from me.
"You may stay the night if you wish and go to the house in the evening. Or I could take you there right now. Which would you prefer?" I ask, sitting on the bed.
"May I spend the night here and go in the evening?" he asks.
"Yes, if you so wish?" I reply.
"I do." He replies.
"Very well then. I will go and make the guest bedroom for you." I say getting off the bed and go to the guest bedroom.
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The next day, Daniel, Stefan and I are sitting in my carriage on our way to my other home. When we arrive at the house, it is completely dark. We walk in silence to the door and I let us in, I get a match and light the candles, lighting the way in.
"This is it." I say, showing Stefan the grand tour. After he knows the layout, I leave him; Daniel and I walk to the carriage, when Stefan calls us back.
"Wait!" he says running out of the door. He catches up with us, and grabs my arm. "I just wanted to say thank you. Why are you doing this for me?"
I shrug before answering. "I have no idea."
"Well thank you anyways." He replies, letting me go.
"You are welcome." I reply.
As soon as Daniel and I get into the carriage, I turn to him.
"We have to leave. It is time to leave Boston and go somewhere else." I say, taking the glamour spell off me.
"All right." Daniel says, sighing. "Where are we going to go?"
"I do not know yet. Anywhere away from here." I say. The rest of the journey home is in silence; Daniel falls asleep with his head on my lap. I myself am thinking about seeing my brother again.
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A/N: Whoa, long chapter! I wonder what's going to happen in the next chapter. Would you like some spoilers? I would, but…I have no idea what's going to happen either. Tune in next time for another episode ::ahem:: chapter of Marie.
