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Stefan comes out of Chicago broken.
There are gaps in his memory, blackouts from the times he went too far overboard, and a hunger that drives him further than it should. With each life he takes, his list feels less like an accomplishment and more like a compulsion, especially considering he can't remember half the names on the list. It makes him feel like he's losing more and more control. He doesn't know where or how to stop, so he doesn't even bother.
It probably wouldn't be as bad if he didn't feel like there was something missing. A profound sense of loss that would indicate he's feeling something, but he doesn't know what it is he's lost. He keeps the necklace he found on him at all times, unsure of why he feels the need to protect it so fiercely, but he doesn't dare let it go. It's all he has right now.
No brother. No friends. Just death.
When you're a vampire, death is the one friend that never truly leaves you.
He's currently combing a speakeasy for his latest victim - not Gloria's. The bar has too many shadows that creep under his skin, trying to remind him of something that keep falling through the holes in his memory. He goes somewhere he doesn't know, somewhere he can drown himself in alcohol, blood, and whatever else happens to come his way.
Yep. He's a peach. Have fun, Helen.
There are gaps in his memory, blackouts from the times he went too far overboard, and a hunger that drives him further than it should. With each life he takes, his list feels less like an accomplishment and more like a compulsion, especially considering he can't remember half the names on the list. It makes him feel like he's losing more and more control. He doesn't know where or how to stop, so he doesn't even bother.
It probably wouldn't be as bad if he didn't feel like there was something missing. A profound sense of loss that would indicate he's feeling something, but he doesn't know what it is he's lost. He keeps the necklace he found on him at all times, unsure of why he feels the need to protect it so fiercely, but he doesn't dare let it go. It's all he has right now.
No brother. No friends. Just death.
When you're a vampire, death is the one friend that never truly leaves you.
He's currently combing a speakeasy for his latest victim - not Gloria's. The bar has too many shadows that creep under his skin, trying to remind him of something that keep falling through the holes in his memory. He goes somewhere he doesn't know, somewhere he can drown himself in alcohol, blood, and whatever else happens to come his way.
Yep. He's a peach. Have fun, Helen.
