WHO: Stefan Salvatore & Katherine Pierce kissmeorkillme WHAT: Katherine witnesses the ripper in action. WHERE: Outside of camp. WHEN: The evening of the 18th. RATING: High for violence. STATUS: in progress.
It'd been too long since he'd fed--three days, his last meal being the girls in Tennessee and while that had been enough to sate him for quite a while, he was eager. For more blood. For another kill. But he'd have to be careful around here with all the military personnel and god only knew who else. Besides Elena and Damon, of course. Still, Stefan was resourceful and was able to compel one of the guards to meet him out of camp at a clearing in the jungle nearby. He'd made it all in one piece too. Perfect. Stefan was eager to have his fill, feeling his fangs dropping down into place, his eyes darkening, veins blooming under them with his vampire visage.
Of course, under the compulsion, the soldier just stood there, his fear taken away. Yes, a true ripper enjoyed the hunt, but right now, Stefan was much too hungry for that. He ran the tip of his tongue over his sharp fangs, then was suddenly on the man, ripping into his throat and sucking his blood out as fast as he could, allowing the thick, sweet liquid to warm him up, strengthen him... He let himself feed eagerly like he had been used to the last couple of months away from Mystic Falls, but when the man was falling dead in his arms, Stefan pulled his head back, blood dripping down from his lips to his chin. He growled with absolute delight, then began to feed further, only focusing on that and nothing else.