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stefan salvatore (humane) wrote in zfuturelogs,

Stefan held onto her hand until they were out in the woods and they broke apart. He watched her as she moved through the tall grass that led up to the wilderness and he could hear it all around him. Tiny little heartbeats. He pushed through, though, his face alternating between getting pale and his veins pushing through his skin and back to normal. They were quiet though and Stefan eyed a rabbit and stopped moving. He watched it, only for a split second before using his speed to get to it.

He wiped the back of his mouth, feeling better. His eyes were on Elena as she walked toward him, stepping over the now dead animal to get to him. He licked his lips and held up his hands, not wanting to touch her, but that was normal for them. "Come on, let's get back," he said and they walked back to the place they called home.

Once inside, he washed his hands and slipped off his shirt, not bothering to grab another. He pulled the top off of a box and they were down to one bottle of alcohol left. Stefan often didn't drink anymore and he saved it for Elena, who used it to curb her cravings of blood, but he twisted off the cap and took a swig before putting the bottle back in the box.

He felt a lot better now, even with the little bit of blood that he got. He could push himself through a day or two, but he'd have to find something bigger, something to sustain him for awhile. He figured when they went to see Damon, he'd find something else.

Stefan felt her eyes on him and he slowly turned his head, before he turned his body to look at her. He smiled softly, almost shy like at her before walking over to her.