#i present to you ripper stefan who wants to turn camilla into his eternal babe of the night

[mysticfallsresidents]

LIVING WITH YOUR HUMANITY TURNED OFF WAS SOMETHING STEFAN HAD USED TO THINK HE WAS LONG PAST IN HIS AFTERLIFE. but, ever since klaus had compelled him to do so and he escaped the hybrid's claws, he had been enjoying every second of it and using every moment he could to avoid having to turn it back on. he knew the moment he did, his whole world would come crumbling down and he wouldn't be able to live with the guilt he had piled on for himself. instead, he enjoyed every moment like it was his last and he didn't look back. ripper stefan was a different breed than the one that possessed a semblance of a soul.

HE STROLLED THROUGH THE STREETS, IN SEARCH OF SOMETHING HE COULD ENTERTAIN HIMSELF WITH FOR THE NIGHT. he had grown bored of the basic routine of finding a girl, compelling, and toying with her emotions, ending it with a bloody mess he never bothered to clean up. he wanted a playmate ---- someone he could enjoy these lonely but exciting nights with. sure, he possessed no humanity in him but that didn't mean he didn't long for the companionship of a mate with the same love for chaos that he had. he had been watching and stalking @nightsuffer for a few weeks now. he always found a way to subtly insert himself into her life without creating a mark where she'd remember or recall his presence. he wanted just enough involvement to be able to study the kind of person she is and if she was worthy of being turned into an immortal creature; cursed but yet blessed with the gift of immorality. tonight, she had decided to spend her night in a lonely graveyard where the moon was overhead and the fog chilled the ground. what a perfect spot to make your move, stefan thought. and without hesitation, he did just that [ .... ]

INSTEAD OF SHOWING UP IN FRONT OF HER OR BESIDE HER, HE KEPT A SLIGHT DISTANCE FROM HER BUT JUST ENOUGH TO WHERE SHE COULD NOTICE SHE WASN'T THE SOLE PERSON OCCUPYING THE LAND OF THE DEAD. he stayed by the large, elder tree that plotted the center of the graveyard; its leaves dying and withering from its branches. he had his back against the thick trunk of the tree with one foot casually occupying the same space, using it to hold himself, and his eyes reading a small, old book of poetry. hey, just because he was evil doesn't mean he didn't enjoy good, classical literature. he waited for her move, for her to notice his energy lingering in her area and he knew she would because he used his vampiric energy to occupy her thoughts and send chills down her spine. he could hardly wait.