InsaneJournal

Who: Stefan Salvatore and Ziva David
What: Arrival
When: Dawn, Saturday Morning
Where: The streets
Warnings: Possible blood and other vampiric actions
Status: Complete

Waking up somewhere new had become the norm for Stefan from one day to the next. He seldom bothered to ask anymore where they were going because the answer would always involve a populated area. At first Stefan's decision to go with Klaus had played heavy on his mind, had tore at him with the knowledge of the havoc he would wreak. But he rested in the knowledge that his brother had been saved and that to go back on his agreement would seal not only his death but the deaths of those he cared about. With each day and each victim drained dry Stefan's perceptions changed, his pleasure and his power increased, and soon he only looked forward to his next instruction and the next kill. He was now what he should have become and stayed after his transition in 1864, the monster his father had so feared.

Stefan stepped into a shadowed alley and took a moment to survey his surroundings, the empty street and the rising sun, Klaus nowhere in sight. That part was new. His instincts told him he was not alone, however, not really. He could smell the warmth of human skin and hear the faint beating of hearts and the shuffle of bodies as the citizens of the city stirred awake. The dull, rhythmic thud thud thud called to his mind the sweet taste of blood sliding down his throat and filling him with a sense of invincibility. Stefan swallowed down the image and gathered himself, forcing back the ache of his fangs in his gums and the rush of blood to his face, concealing the look of the monster under his skin.

It was time to hunt.