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I thought it was time to see some of Stefan's thoughts during the twenties. This is one of his journal entries and it may seem familiar ;)…

I don't own the vampire diaries!

Sorry if Stefan seems a little ooc.

March 12, 1992

I wake up of black days with strangers' blood; in places I don't recognize with women I don't remember.

I feel alive again. There are no rules here. Nothing matters anymore. Chicago is a place teeming with life and pulsing with people I have only imagined meeting, drinking as well as enjoying.

There is a woman who is stunning. She has beautiful blonde hair and is a superb dancer. I can't get her out of my mind. The blonde hair. Her glorious body.

It started after she walked away from me. I tried to find her in the bar but she was not anywhere. She wasn't in any of the dark corners or drinking with the group of young ladies. She vanished and I could not find a scent. I decided to dance with Gloria and find out what she knew about this girl.

I asked if she knew who the blonde beauty was. She said that she didn't yet. Apparently the girl was there the night before and she didn't make Gloria suspicious.

She knew I was feeding, so either she saw me or she is like me. She can't be like me because she can't be a monster. She is too perfect, but then again she did smell the blood. I wonder if she is a newbie. But maybe not, if she was able to smell the blood from so far away. She wasn't far. She was next to me. Closer than that, her scent lingering in my nose; in my thoughts

I went back to Gloria's early the next night. I wanted to spend the time with the beauty. I was there for hours. Drinking and dancing the night away.

I danced with Gloria to see if somehow I missed the girl. She said I didn't. She also told me that she kept getting a bad feeling about the girl. I told her it was probably nothing. I am just glad that Gloria trusts me enough to not hurt me. She knows that the police won't be led to her place.

Since the woman did not show, I met a group of men over at the side bar. They were out having a fun night away from work. The more we drank the louder we seemed to get. The tables around us started to move away.

None of the men had dates, or at least they didn't come with dates. Every once in a while, one of the men would leave to dance with a girl. We would hackle and boo him.

I asked for another glass of whiskey when she walked in. She was wearing the same dress as the night before. She was alone but not for long. Some man asked her for a drink and she gladly accepted. I downed my drink as I watched him place her hand in his.

The beauty brought the man to a table near to where I was. She had to have seen me. I kept my eye on her while I continued to drink and laugh with the men. There was something about her. She wasn't like normal women. She was special and I want to show her that.

The man asked her to dance and she gladly accepted.

The men with me slowly got louder and louder. I knew Gloria would talk with me about it later, how we were disrupting her beautiful jazz. I suppose I could have helped her out, but I was having fun and I felt powerful.

All of a sudden she was in front of me, she looked into my eyes.

"Sorry to crash the fun boys but some of us actually came to hear the music not you," she said. Her eyes moved to the man on the right of me. I could see it in her eyes; she didn't want to take her eyes off of me. I didn't want to take my eyes off of her. She was beautiful and I had to know her name.

"I am so sorry sweetheart," I said and I leaned back against the bar. "Are we offending you?"

The men behind me all laughed.

She got closer to me and she put her finger on my face. I felt the warmth radiating off of her hand, even though she was wearing a glove. Her finger traced down my face. "It takes a lot more than a baby face like this to offend me."

She started turning away. I pushed off the bar to catch her, I grabbed her arm.

"Hey, you ever going to tell me your name?" I asked her.

"Sure when you earn it." Does she want me to get to know her? She isn't like other women, I saw she had mind of her own. She is strong.

She leaned in closer to me; I can still feel her breath against my ear, "Now do Gloria a favor and stick a sock in it."

She pulled out of my grasp and walked back to her dance partner. I saw him grab her a little too tightly for my liking and I let out a small quiet growl.

I don't know what came over me. I think it must have been the amount of blood I had that night. It was intoxicating. I am just glad that I woke up in my own apartment and could remember the conversation we had.

Since the last time I journaled I had three victims:

Sybil Smith.

Emmaline Aarron.

Christopher Olsen.

The wall on my closet is becoming more and fuller. Lexi would say that it is a sign for me to she isn't here, and to me it mean that the party is just getting started and Chicago is not a city that stops.

Hey guys I'm sorry if Stefan sounds a little full of himself at some parts.

What do you guys think about a love interest for Klaus? I am a huge Klaroline fan, but they haven't met in my story and they won't for 90 years. Let me know what you think about having someone for Klaus.

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