"Elena, Elena...sweet Elena," Stefan murmured with an amused tone in his voice, smirk on his face as he continued to approach her. He stopped in front of her, noticing her posture, the way she stood with pride and faced him. Interesting. He was silent for a moment, then suddenly moved with his augmented speed, grabbing the girl, clamping a hand over her mouth and moving her into one of the alleys. The vampire pressed her into the wall, his smirk widening as he examined her closely. He leaned down, baring his fangs and scrapping them across the fragile skin of her throat with a hum. This would be fun. He sank his fangs in and drank of her, the familiar taste of her blood hitting him hard and fast. A part of him had missed her, strangely enough.