𝒮 𝔱𝔢𝔣𝔞𝔫 𝒮 𝔞𝔩𝔳𝔞𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔢 (wouldberipper) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2016-05-01 19:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, olivia moore, stefan salvatore |
Who: Stefan Salvatore and Olivia Moore
When: Last week of April
Where: Orange County Coroner’s Office
What: Stefan wakes up in a very unusual place
Rating/Warnings: Low/None (talk of death/dying/vamp drama)
Status: Complete
Stefan was angry at the world. He wasn’t necessarily angry at Tyler or Caroline, but at the situation. He’d nearly died. Something that wasn’t supposed to be possible anymore. He didn’t like the idea that he could die, really. He’d grown so used to the fact that he was going to live for hundreds of years…
Driving far too fast on his motorcycle helped to ease the pain a little bit, even though it wasn’t completely gone. He wanted to feel alive again, but not the kind of alive that ended in death. He wanted to feel vampire alive. So he took a corner a little too sharp, and had to swerve to miss an oncoming car. Things went from bad to worse when his bike kicked, and Stefan was thrown, head-first, off the seat. Everything turned upside down, going at seventy miles per hour, and then he landed with a crack. The world went black.
It was another day in the morgue for Liv. She usually examined bodies that had suspicious deaths but this seemed cut and dry. Motorcycle accident. Still Liv had a job to do. Once her initial examination of the outside of the body was done it was time to begin cutting. She picked up her scalpel cutting across the man’s chest to open up the body. However as soon as she made her incision it began to heal.
What the hell?
When Stefan came back to consciousness, he realized he was laying on a cold, metal bed. And he was naked. There was a sheet draped over his waist and legs, but other than that… then there was the sharp pain over his sternum. His eyes opened and he blinked, taking in his surroundings. Sterile room, bright light, white-clad woman with a scalpel? Oh. Oh, no.
“Ow,” he said, frowning.
Liv was so focused on the healing incision that she didn’t see his eyes open. However the second she heard him speak she jumped back, heart pounding in her chest. Did the corpse just speak? Grabbing her scalpel tightly in case she needed it for defense she tentatively walked back towards the body peering at it’s now open eyes. “Ummmmm,” was all she said at a loss for words, her heart still beating rapidly.
“I bet this doesn’t happen to you every day,” Stefan said, still frowning, and glanced down at his chest. His head was in this weird contraption that held it in place, but he could lift it easily enough. “Not very comfortable, this table,” he added. “...do you think I could get my clothes? Or… something other than a sheet?” He asked.
And now he was forming full sentences. Well okay then. It had to be some kind of mistake that he had wound up here. That was the only explanation really. She knew this place could do some weird things. Hell she had swapped bodies with her coworker not long ago. But she didn’t think it could bring people back from the dead.
“First time,” Liv replied her heart beat slowing down. “Clothes right.” She had an evidence bag with his clothes inside. They were a bit torn and bloody. She handed it to him. There wasn’t really much else for him to wear except a lab coat and she didn’t think that would fit him.
While she was retrieving the evidence bag, Stefan sat up and looked around. He kept the sheet over his lap, though that was silly. She’d already seen… pretty much everything. But Stefan was a bit more modest than, say, his brother.
“Thanks,” Stefan said, and opened the bag to pull his clothes out. “...So, the bike crash? It killed me?” He asked, tugging his shirt on.
Yes, Liv had already seen it all but that was when he was supposed to be dead. It was a little different now that he was alive and she certainly wasn’t going to look. She turned away while he got redressed. “Obviously not,” she replied to his question considering he was very much alive right now.
“Right.” Stefan buttoned the buttons on his torn, cut, and bloody shirt. They must have had to snip it open to get at his chest for whatever medical procedure they tried to save his life. “Obviously.” He climbed off the table, awkwardly holding the sheet in place as he tugged his boxers up his legs. He looked pretty good for a dead guy, eh? “...I’m sorry to have wasted your time.”
“Not your fault,” Liv replied. “You should go to the hospital. Get checked out.” Considering he basically just rose from the dead. Making sure he was fully okay was definitely a good idea…. Unless
Unless he was a zombie?
Liv paled at the thought. Was it possible? She knew people could turn into things thanks to the dreams. Was she not the only one that dreamt of being a zombie? Because really what else could rise from the dead like that?
“Yeah, I tend to stay away from hospitals,” Stefan replied, finishing up the buttons on his shirt. Thank God his shoes and socks were there, too, and he started pulling them on. “I’m sure you can tell why.” But the poor girl looked even more spooked now than when he’d sat up seemingly from the dead. “...I know this is a bit strange… do you need to sit down?”
“Because you just come back from the dead?” Liv said slowly backing up until she reached one of the stools and sat down on it. Taking the guys advice. “What are you?” she asked her eyes still wide. His hair was brown and although he was on the pale side it wasn’t exactly the shade of the zombies in her dreams. So maybe it wasn’t that? Unless he dyed his hair like Lowell did.
Stefan paused for a moment before answering. He kept his status under wraps most of the time, but she’d just cut him open with a scalpel, so she probably deserved to know. And it might be beneficial to have a medical professional on his side, just in case something else came up that he needed help with. He was too hungry to come up with a lie, anyway.
“I’m a vampire.” He said, matter-of-factly, as he finished tying his shoes.
Once again Liv’s eyes went wide. She probably shouldn’t be surprised that vampires were a thing considering she was most likely going to turn into a zombie. “Oh,” she said still processing it all. “You’re not going to like bite me are you?”
Stefan chuckled, standing upright. He was fully dressed and felt quite a bit less exposed. Actually, now that he wasn’t being cut open or naked in front of a near stranger (okay, a full stranger) he was feeling a little amused by all of this. “No. I’m a vegetarian vampire.” ...which was sort of an oxymoron, wasn’t it? “Only animals.” Until recently. But he didn’t need to mention the blood bags.
What the fuck was a vegetarian vampire? But then he explained. Well she supposed that made sense, at least for how he described it. It was probably about as vegetarian as he could get. She briefly wondered if she would be able to survive on animals brains when the time inevitably came but from what she knew of her dreams? She doubted it.
“I didn’t know that was a thing,” which was true. She had missed out on the whole Twilight fad, too busy studying. “Good for you.. I guess?”
“It’s trying, that’s for sure.” Stefan was pissed lately, and took out his anger issues by riding his motorcycle too fast and noshing on blood bags. He hadn’t moved to people yet--actual, live people--but it was something he was considering. Because… why not? If Orange County could just kill him, why should he be trying so hard? “It’s better than killing a bunch of people and ripping their heads off.”
That statement didn’t scare Liv as much as it probably should. It was also ironic considering that was what some zombies had to do. Rip off heads to get brains. She had no idea why that was a thing for vampires though. It wasn’t like they needed the brains. “Uh, yeah,” Liv replied slowly backing up again. “Sound like a much better option. Well you’re all good now,” as in alive again and dressed. Hint that he could be on his way, although Liv wasn’t terrified she wasn’t all that comfortable staying and chit chatting with a vampire who talked about ripping off heads.
“Thanks.” Stefan said. He turned to head out of the morgue. That was awkward. Then again, what did a person say to the mortician who was holding a scalpel to their chest… when they woke up from being dead? Stefan couldn’t blame her for being shocked, and he couldn’t blame himself for being awkward. On his way home he needed to stop for some blood bags. Because fuck it.