A faint sigh of relief was let out by Stefan as he watched the humble brunette take deep breathes, thankful she had stayed sane in a situation this frightening. And breathing helped. From Stefan's many experiences, someone in the position she was in at the moment, would be going through a rough phase of denial. Hoping to wake up from a nightmare. But luckily for Rebecca's sake, she knew -- she was aware of the fact that her life would never be the same, and the fact that she literally had a choice between life and death. He couldn't expect anything less from her -- if there was one thing he knew about Rebecca, she was brave.

"O-Okay...um...good." The vampire confessed in a subtle manner. Surely, and no way in hell, would be admit that he was glad she chose the path that she did. It was selfish of him to be grateful for Rebecca choosing vampirism, solely because he was still in front of him and not six feet under. "Uhh...wait here,"He gave her a reassuring look before walking out of him room, downstairs the basement where he and his brother kept most of their more needed necessities. Once in the basement, Stefan made his way to the oversized cooler, and there rested all of the bloodbags of the house. Chilled blood had always been Stefans preference, and it wasn't difficult to tell why. The vampire took one of th pints in his hands, and took a deep breath before closing the cooler.

On his way back up, thoughts flooded his mind like a catastrophe on earth. How could all of this happen in one night? His thoughts were put away once reaching his room, Rebecca remaining in the same exact spot. He sighed and made his way over to her, holding the bloodbag in her direction, knowing full well she'd know the purpose for it. "Here..you're gonna need that."

{✠} two lost souls - stefan+rebecca

     ✠In less than a heartbeat, Rebecca could feel Stefan by her side. She felt like his voice was even sadder than usual, and full of regret. The girl straightened herself up a bit, even though she was still weak, took his hand and started stroking it softly without noticing. As she took a deep breath, she heard him say that she was in transition. Although the Doppelganger already knew it, hearing someone else say it made it so much more real—and scarier.

Taking an even harder grasp of his hand, she nodded slowly. “I know,” she said quietly. For a moment, the lump in her throat replaced the burning desire of blood, she had forgotten about for just a second. Her head rested in her other hand before she raised it and looked into his sorrowful eyes. “I don’t want to do this,” she finally said after moments of silence. The Doppelganger kept looking directly into his green hues. “But—I kind of have to,” she continued and sighed. “This might—no—this does sound crazy but when I was—,” she stopped, searching for a word that didn’t make it sound like she was in some weird acidic dream. “—When I was knocked out, my father appeared to me in a dream,” she swallowed thickly. “He told me that I should carry on and embrace the new strength and speed I’ll have.”

She laughed quietly and shook her head. “This sounds absurd.” Rebecca ran her fingers through her hair and then, once again, rested her head in her hand. Another moment of silence fell upon the room before she raised her head again and took a deep breath. “We should do this now..—before I change my mind.”

It just might have been a hunch, but Stefan couldn't help but largely suspect that the teenage girl was intoxicated and somehow found her way to the boarding house -- it wouldn't have been the first time. But she seemed to be in the right state of mind, and he could understand what she had been saying perfectly. It irked him. The name she had shared made his eyes squint with curiosity, prior to shaking his head as an answer. "No...you wouldn't find a Jackson Whittemore here." He could clearly see a look of disappointment on the girl's face, but that had been the least of his worries. He'd never intended to be stalled by someone he planned on feeding from before, and he most definitely wasn't going to give up the opportunity. "--But you do seem lost...Would you like to make a call?"

Almost is never enough||

"I’m not in your driveway" Her tone of voice giving nothing away, other than that she was annoyed that this person in front of her seemed to lack of manners. A gasp leaving her lips as she started to look around, she didn’t remember how she had gotten there, the last thing that was clear in her mind was that she got in her car and started driving, to Mystic falls but with no location set in place. "Jackson.." Lydia refused to look like a nut case in front of a stranger so she ignored the fact that she was in his driveway, for whatever reason. "I’m looking for Jackson Whittemore" Her eyes blinked a couple of times, tucking some of her strawberry blonde hair behind her ear before finally being able to look at him in the eyes. 

Expecting nothing more {maybe a tad less from a five hundred year old fellow vampire, she was Katherine Pierce after all}, Stefan listened to Katherine’s slight rant about his current extracurricular activities. And finally, very subtly, he looked back at the paper that was unkindly handed to him. His eyes scanning only the certain nostalgic words; messy, bloody, tragic, and — could they have made the headline print any bigger? Murder. He wouldn’t dare show it, but the small and big texts on the paper had left him frustrated and hoping for something he wasn’t sure he was looking for. The headlines, they always did it for him. They always gave him a sense that he was doing something right as a vampire. The headlines would always be the thing he’d wake up proudly to, everytime he read the morning paper. But what he couldn’t shake was why that feeling hadn’t returned — where was the thrill? The thought was buried way beneath as Katherine’s spoke once more.

"Wait — Stabbed to death?" Questioning eyes reverted back to the paper to confirm his realization and then looked back at her, eyebrows arched with surprise yet slight amusement . "Smart." He admitted openly. Editing the scene to make it look like a regular murder was something Stefan should have done himself nonetheless. But fleeing was his first and foremost instinct, especially with the amount of people present during the scene. "Look, I know it was a screw up and...I should've cleaned my own mess. I was drunk, and hungry -- and I know I could have stopped and let her live but--" A nostalgic feeling whenever he had wrote in his diary had boarded, and what had stopped him from speaking was the fact he should have been writing in his diary, and not rant about it to Katherine. Someone who's literally had a handful of years of experience compared to himself. "--Anyways, it won't happen again. I like not being a fugitive too, so..." He motioned his head towards the continuous pavement, walking along at a casual speed -- but not before tossing the newspaper directly into the trash on his side. After continuing the walk, Stefan had finally arrived to the hotel he had checked himself into the night before {thankful he could merely remember the way back in a town this big}. Leading Katherine to the room he had been staying in, he accessed the door and walked in with a hint of a sigh. There, she would be able to resolve whatever dilemma's she had. "Shower's over there, but as for the blood I think you're gonna have to handle that yourself. Room service is an option." He assured her while he removed his jacket and took the exact same seat by the nearest table, his diary still wide open on the page he left it. He hadn't touched it yet, his mind unsure of what the topic was going to be this time. As seeing as how he couldn't seem to find one, he closed the leather material booklet, and loosened his posture against the chair as if in defeat. There was always a time and place for writing, but now was indeed not one of those times

The vampire had taken out his phone, turning it back on. Though he couldn't seem to remember why it was off in the first place, he was sure it had something to do with last night. And then he lifted his head in remembrance, a vague but intriguing detail of last night....Elena's name on the caller ID...the mention of Klaus' name. He looked back at Katherine, refusing to show worry as he knew she'd read him like a book. "Hey..did you get a call from anyone last night?'

Katherine | Stefan : No Rules

*gives you a hug* Send it to ten blogs :3

Text: We need to talk about our project. Text: I am not doing the assignment alone. (Lydia and Stefan are chemistry partners)

[text] Can’t you just bring out the genius alter ego I know you have and figure it out yourself?

[text] I’d owe you one big time

Stefan and Elena 5x04 promo

"A teen's number one priority, huh?"

[OPEN]

"There’s no food in the fridge. I’m officially avoiding my mom for the rest of the day."

We’re predators, not puppies.

"...Oh...unexected answer. But an answer nevertheless."

"There tends to be an explanation to these type of things, but getting into it all takes serious motivation. And I'm rambling -- it's great to meet you Domani."

+barelyxbreathingstory

"Actually I’m Domani. And don’t even ask about the looks, I’m not even sure either. I just have to live with it."

“I’m not brave any more darling. I’m all broken. They’ve broken me.”

Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (via larmoyante)

"Hello there."

+enjoyingthehunt

" Hello."

Watching Stefan in the box is actually terrifying, especially if you fear drowning (and who doesn’t?). He’s suffering as well, complete with hallucinations, beautiful as they may be.

via @ScreenFad (via tvdphotos)

"I could use some help. Maybe some identification? Kaaathhh--...."

+barelyxbreathingstory

"Can I help you Stefan?"

"Oh, don't worry I enjoy it -- it beats the whole 'break the ice' thing. Don't take it personally, especially in a town like this, I'm Stefan."

{Closed Starter} +10

"You kind of forget to be shy after years of having to just go out there and get on with it, I’m Vanya sorry for not introducing myself sooner, I’m a little on guard is all, Some people I’ve met today haven’t been all that…welcoming"

...You know Klaus.

Well that certainly explains a lot, especially the part on how you're still alive. And you don't have to worry about me being on your tail about it, I prefer to not go after Klaus' minions. It usually results in a headache.

+enjoyingthehunt is behind you.