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stefan salvatore (humane) wrote in zfuturelogs,

"I don't know if there's anything out there," Stefan said, a hint of worry in his voice. Stefan had been feeding from the very same wilderness for years upon years now and with others going hunting to cook food, the hunt was lasting longer and longer, often sending him to other towns to just feed. Maybe today would be different. Stefan watched her, still laying down while she sat up. His hand found her knee and he gave it a rub before he sat up himself, running his hand through his messy hair.

"I need to, it's been a few days, there has to be something out there," he said, with a little grump in his voice. He was getting cranky, but he pushed it down. It would be fine, he would survive it. He had survived longer. Moving off the bed, he grabbed a knife, then his jacket and tucked the knife away there as Elena got up as well.

He knew that if he didn't feed soon, he'd be too weak, he could already feel it now, it was getting to him and he had to do something or tomorrow when they did the raid, he'd be not himself, not useful and that was the last thing he wanted. He didn't want to not be there for Elena, that's all he wanted right now.

Holding out his hand, she accepted it willingly and he held onto hers as they walked out of their home.