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"How did you get this, Uncle Stefan?"
His nephew Zachariah, all of six years-old, is staring at the contraption in front of them. Stefan has to admit if he were in Zachariah's shoes, he would be surprised that the man had managed to obtain it as well. It was a little compulsion, a little Salvatore charm, and he managed to convince the current Mayor Lockwood to let him borrow it to show off for his nephew.
After all, Zachariah was some of the only family he had left.
The sun is just starting to go down as Stefan reaches over and scoops up the boy under his arms to set him on the platform of the car. "It's called an automobile. I'ts a machine that is built to do what horses do for a carriage."
Zachariah turns in a circle, reaching for the crank that, from what the mayor had told him, was used to steer. "Does it work?"
Stefan grins. "How about we find out?"
Zachariah's head bobs with a bright smile and Stefan hefts himself onto the driver's seat and starts the engine. "Be careful with him, Stefan," his brother calls from the doorway of the house, arms crossed in front of his chest. "He does not heal as easily as you do."
"We will be fine," Stefan nods. "We'll be back before you know it."
And with that, they drive out into the oncoming darkness.
[Continues here.]
His nephew Zachariah, all of six years-old, is staring at the contraption in front of them. Stefan has to admit if he were in Zachariah's shoes, he would be surprised that the man had managed to obtain it as well. It was a little compulsion, a little Salvatore charm, and he managed to convince the current Mayor Lockwood to let him borrow it to show off for his nephew.
After all, Zachariah was some of the only family he had left.
The sun is just starting to go down as Stefan reaches over and scoops up the boy under his arms to set him on the platform of the car. "It's called an automobile. I'ts a machine that is built to do what horses do for a carriage."
Zachariah turns in a circle, reaching for the crank that, from what the mayor had told him, was used to steer. "Does it work?"
Stefan grins. "How about we find out?"
Zachariah's head bobs with a bright smile and Stefan hefts himself onto the driver's seat and starts the engine. "Be careful with him, Stefan," his brother calls from the doorway of the house, arms crossed in front of his chest. "He does not heal as easily as you do."
"We will be fine," Stefan nods. "We'll be back before you know it."
And with that, they drive out into the oncoming darkness.
[Continues here.]
