Who? Stefan Salvatore, Dean Winchester (cram_it_ugly), Elena Gilbert (_doppelganger_) Where? City Streets. When? Thursday, late evening. What? The blood!rain gets to Stefan, and he loses all control. Rating? Very high. Graphic violence/death.
The first time it had rained blood, Stefan had had the sense to text Damon to come and help him out. He'd spent the rest of the week locked in their apartment, and Damon had kept hold of his ring. It had been difficult, but it hadn't been the first time that he'd had to resort to drastic measures in order to keep himself and the general public safe. Still, he'd felt very on edge since then. He'd been careful, kept a low profile, especially considering the amount of vampires present on the island now, and the number of vampire hunters.
But careful wasn't enough; apparently the island had different plans for him. He'd been in the forest when it had happened- hunting for non-human animals of course- and managed to make it back to the apartment buildings. But it was too late- he was covered in human blood. Warm, fresh, human blood. He tried to breathe. He knew he couldn't risk it- not even one drop- and he'd had every intention of getting into the shower immediately. The water turned on, but he was frozen to the spot. No one would be hurt. He could taste it, and no one would be hurt. It was too much. Slowly, hesitantly, he lifted a finger to his lips, licking it clean. Then the rest of his fingers, his hands, sucking at his sleeves- oh God, what harm would it do? He could just drink the rain, no one would be hurt, it was just rain. And it would help with his strength- right?
He left the shower running, and exited through the window, dropping to the ground below. He walked towards the city, almost drunkenly, gathering blood with his open palms and drinking it in desperate gulps. He didn't hear the human approach- they stopped dead, staring at him in a sort of wide-eyed horror. He had to look an absolute mess.
"Don't be afraid," he spoke softly, taking a step toward them- and he meant it. He didn't want them to be afraid. Everything was fine, he was fine, he wasn't going to hurt them, it was just rain. But he was going to compel them to leave, and forget. The woman responded that she wasn't afraid, just following what he was saying.
"Good, you don't have to be afraid. I'm not going to hurt you. You're going to forget what you saw here. You're going to turn around now and walk inside the building," he told her steadily. She repeated, turned, went to walk away- and before he knew what he was doing, he had dashed in front of her, teeth digging into her flesh, drinking deeply, desperately. He couldn't remember where he was, who he was- everything was her heartbeat and the rush. God, he'd missed this. This was everything.
A voice startled him- a human man had appeared, brandishing a stick, apparently about to be a have-a-go hero and rescue the damsel in distress, but as Stefan let go of her, it was clear that he was too late. The body dropped to the ground with a thud.
"Put it down," he instructed simply, and the man was lowering his weapon, just like that. He wanted to tell him to leave, he wanted to tell him to run away, but what happened instead was that he reached out, and in one swift motion he snapped the poor humans neck.
The reality of what he had done was starting to sink in, but the rain was still pouring down- the smell and the heat, there was no space or air for him to take a breath and calm down again. It was too late.
He staggered along, fumbled for his phone- Damon. Damon would know what to do. Damon would stop him before anyone else got killed. He'd help him. He always helped him. Just as he was scrolling through the contacts, a wooden stake hit his shoulder. He turned sharply, groaning in pain as he pulled the piece of wood from his flesh. A blonde with a crossbow- one of those vampire hunters, no doubt. Shit. Already she was loading up a second stake- so many of them seemed unaware of compelling, no one as of yet had realised that vervain would protect them. In fact, this little girl seemed to think a damn cross would protect her.
"Drop it," he compelled her, and she obeyed, of course. "Please, don't be scared," he told her, pausing for a moment, unsure what to do. Make her forget. Make her run away. Call Damon. Stop.
"The thing is, you probably should be afraid. You've seen what I am. You've seen what I've done. You should be running away, you should be screaming. I'm a monster, can't you see that?" he told her, almost angry that she was frozen to the spot, even though he was the one keeping her there. "I've been- so- fucking- hungry," he told her, stepping forward and grabbing her by the neck. "It's what I am. What's the point- in fighting it?" he asked her, rhetorically. He was gripping too tightly, her breathing was coming in short, high-pitched gasps. "Run. You should run."
She struggled frantically against him, trying to follow the order to run, but he knew it was too late. With just one hand, he was crushing her throat. She would be dead in seconds, anyway- so what did it matter? He dug his teeth deep into her neck, and drank.