Stefan has a pure heart and it is his curse. (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} anything4her) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} wariscoming,@ 2011-12-12 14:27:00 |
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What: Vamp Detox 101
Where: Bobby's Panic Room, South Dakota
When: 12th December 2011, night
Rating: PG-13
Status: Incomplete
Stefan couldn't have told anyone how many days had passed, how long ago he'd been jumped in a bar, knocked out, and taken to this windowless cell in who-knew-where. The only thing he could have talked about, or thought about, was blood. Warm, rich, thick, smoky, sweet blood. How badly he wanted it. How badly he needed it. His mouth felt dry, his skin gripped tightly to his frame, his head pounded and his gums ached. He would've killed to get a kill. Yet no one had come in the room, even if he could smell human and hear a beating heart in the moments that someone looked to see he was still there.
He'd tried to break through the room with no luck and now his strength waned. He'd yelled; he'd pleaded. Now his tactics took a different turn. He was an addict with a desperate need for a hit. All he had to do was convince someone to open the door, just a little. So he lied.
"You can let me out now. The blood's out of my system," Stefan called through the thick wall, unsure if anyone lurked in hearing distance. "I'm not a problem anymore," he continued. And continued, the same mantra pouring from his mouth. Eventually someone had to let him out and then they would be the first ones to make him feel better.