Stefan Reyes

› [ MICHAEL TREVINO / CIS MALE ] ┊ STEFAN REYES ― This TWENTY-NINE-YEAR-OLD SUPERNATURAL ( WITCH ) is AGAINST the humans. HE has lived in Marion for BORN HERE/ RETURNED FEW MONTHS AGO in the GREENWILLOW APARTMENTS neighborhood, working as a PARAMEDIC. There are no winners in this war, and HE is NOT AT RISK of losing the supernatural war.

“Oh yes, you’re practically an adult,” Kitsi replied, raising a brow at Stefan when he agreed with her.  Sometimes she really questioned the parenting choices of Hollow Grove residents.  “I can’t believe you’re actually convincing me to climb in that cesspool of drunken supernaturals.”

“Who’d have thought a five year old would be easier to handle than you.” he said teasingly. He was always careful with Livy of course, he simply didn’t think this would be of any danger to her. And with both him and Kitsi around, nothing could possibly go wrong. “Come on, Kitsi, she’s going to have fun. And so will you. Now stop worrying and jump in already.” 

Rosabelle was having a good time, jumping around and listening to the musical acts. A number of them had come as a massive surprise as she hadn’t really expected them to be supernatural. What was Ed Sheeran? A werewolf? It was the best guess she could make. Maroon Five? Vampires maybe? At some point she stopped considering all of it because she was too drunk to really care, dancing along to the music. The witch hadn’t even realized that she was standing next to Steffan. A smile spread on her lips. “What?” she yelled back, teasing him. “It’s loud. Too loud to talk!” Her eyes dropped to the bottle in his hand. “Want to share?”

"Why not.” he said taking yet another sip of his drink before handing the bottle to her. He glanced around, nobody was paying attention to them, but then again, they could barely hear each other in the crowd -- Stefan had to share with her something he had found during his travel, and here didn’t seem like the right place for it. “Come with me, Rosa.” he said, gesturing for the woman to follow him. “I have something to tell you, something I’m sure you will be very interested to hear.”

It was Amber’s first music festival but she was having a pretty good time. The alcohol she had been drinking ran through her veins and created a buzz in her head, helping her find comfort in such crowds of people. She didn’t know the artist she was dancing to but that didn’t matter. What mattered was that she was participating. That she was having fun. And next to her was Stefan, the first friend she ever made. “Is that what the constant ringing in my ears means?” she asked, yelling above the noise. Still, she couldn’t help but laugh. “At least it sounds good!”

“I can barely hear what you are saying.” Stefan yelled back before he downed his drink and dragged the girl away from the crowd, ready to get himself another. “I am sure by the end of the week, all we will be hearing is the ringing.” He got both of them a refill, before he took a sip and spoke again. “This is you first Monster Jam, right? So, what do you think of it? You run around the world looking for supernaturals, ever thought these guys would be one of them?” he asked motioning with his hand to the stage far away. 

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“Oh, baby.” She giggled against his lips, as she wrapped her arms around him. “I was slightly excited before, but now I’m intrigued.” It was a soft purr back at Ryder, but then she immediately realized what he was talking about. She may not have been drunk at this time, but she had been so far into the conversation, she’d almost forgotten what was their true reason for being there. Her upper lip curved into a snark, as she took a step back. She didn’t need any more encouragement, any more words from either of them. Her eyes only saw red. Thus when they moved, she had to stop herself from moving faster, simply running around, ripping out the hearts of anyone who stood in her way. She didn’t care what could happen, who could see. She needed her father to die.

Her whole mind was full of every single thing that he’d done. Every single thing he made her do, how he tried to mend her, bend her own will. Come on Danielle, your opinion means nothing. You will do well to remember that. Were the words he said to a 7-year-old followed by a slap. You’d remember what it is the woman should be used for. He’d say when he’d said she was going to marry a man who had tried to rape not only other girls but her as well. He locked her in the cellar room, with no windows for four days. And she only got water because the maids sneaked it in. Of course, her mother wasn’t any better. She’d have been the one who left marks on her arms, for every time she misbehaved. 

Danielle’s hand curled into fists, allowing her nails to sink into her skin as she saw Edward all tied up. Her hazel hues focused on the man. Oh, how she hated him. Every single cell in her body was filled with the emotion. And of course, the logic in her tried to fight it, tried to fight the fact that she shouldn’t be feeling shit for him, that he didn’t deserve that much. But she couldn’t. Not when the last months he’d been taunting her. Getting into her home, leaving her ‘gifts’, the noises at night, the flowers by her bed, the things from other people’s houses. The damn letters threatening her and her loved ones. Calling her weak, the people in the streets, strangers yet coming in to talk to her, communicate his messages. 

Danielle walked up to Ryder, now a mischievous grin playing on her lips. “When you walked into my life, I thought you were just another weakling. And now, you’ve given me the best kind of present.” She pressed her lips to his, before turning to Stefan. He was half focused on her father, who was in plain, she could see it in his eyes, feel it in his bones. She brought back her attention to Stefan, proud of his ability, proud of the pain he was causing, it was making her excited, excited to be able to cause pain to Edward with two great men by her side. Danielle squeezed Stefan’s shoulder before turning her attention to her father, squatting right in front of him. “So what do you think, daddy? You think these two men are here to protect me?” She grinned as she took his hand in hers, picking his index finger and slowly starting to pull the nail off. “See, Ryder can cause you great pain physically, he can make it fast, or slow. He can taste you, rip you to shreds, and we’re all going to love him.” She took now his middle finger and proceeded to do the same. “Stefan? Stefan has a real special kind of mind. He doesn’t even have to lift a finger to make you wish you were never alive.” All fingernails were on the floor, scattered as the Edward moaned from the pain. “And me? I’m going to be the one to give you the mercy of death… But much… Much later.” She smirked as she got up, lining herself up with her men. “I think everyone should get a go. We all are here for some fun, aren’t we? Isn’t this event for all that?” She arched her brow, a murderous look in her dark eyes. ( @rydrx​ )

“I will ignore the weakling comment,” Ryder told her. He didn’t blame Danielle for being skeptical, many people could be all-talk and no action. He never promised anything he could not deliver (he rarely did promise for this very reason), and he had done exactly that - deliver. If they both told him to leave right now, he would, he already finished his end of the bargain, but the glint in Dani’s eyes told him otherwise. So he stayed, watching as they both taunted Edward. With his humanity off, he did not get the same pleasure that the vampire and witch did in front of him as he watched the scene unfold. But the vampiric instinct within him had to feed.

He quirked a brow when Stefan removed the cloth from the man’s mouth - so it was going to be that type of night, was it? He shrugged off his suit jacket, placing it on a hook hanging on the wall, and begin to roll up the sleeves of his white button, watching as Danielle tormented her father. At her invitation, he grabbed a nearby chair and dragged it over beside Edward, sitting himself down beside the man. “I have come to enjoy the company of your daughter,” he began, adjusting his sleeves again to ensure that they didn’t get in his way. “I don’t know what has transpired between you and her,” he looked over at Danielle, “and I could care less, but seeing as she is now my client,” he turned back to the man, leaning forward in his seat. “I have her best interests in mind. I’m sure these hands of yours did things that no father should ever do a young girl.” His fingers traced the back of his hand, before reaching into his back pocket, pulling out a fork and jamming it into the back of his hand. “I am more than happy to ensure that doesn’t happen again.” He stepped back so Stefan could have his turn.

“What?” he chuckled at the two of them at his choice of tool. “You never know when you’ll be hungry.” ( @stefanreyes )

“He is no weakling.” Stefan stated, his eyes still on the man who struggling and screaming as Dani pulled his nails out one by one. Dani often seemed to forget that Ryder wasn’t like them, he had lived for centuries and had far more experience that either of them could begin to even understand, and that was why Stefan had brought him into town as soon as he found out that Edward was a problem they weren’t able to solve on their own. He couldn't blame Dani for being skeptical though, there were far too many vampires who had lived for centuries, and yet were good for nothing. But Ryder wasn’t one of them. Just as Stefan had expected, he had delivered. 

He couldn’t help but scoff as she began talking to the man. “Stop it, Danielle, you are making me blush here.” he said wryly as he watched the man shiver, from fear or pain, or simply from cold he didn’t know. His eyes grew excited as Ryder took a seat, but as he watched him stab him with a fork, he couldn’t help but laugh at the sight before him. “Of all the possible weapons you could carry, you have with you a fork?” The man’s screams mattered nothing to him as he looked at the other with amusement, before the screams began to quiet down, and all that could be heard was his defeated sobbing. 

“That’s right, how does it feel? To be completely helpless?” he murmured, as he gauged the man, thinking what to do next, before his eyes went up to meet Dani’s, a sinister smile on his lips. “You’re going to love this.” he promised, motioning the both of them to step back before with a single swipe of his hands just over the man’s body, flames began to engulf him, quickly followed by panicking screaming. To the onlookers it would just seem like there was fire over him, his body unaffected, but Edward would be feeling the unending pain of being burnt till Stefan decided to end his suffering. “You can touch it.” he said as he let his hands play with the flames. “It won’t hurt us, just him.” ( @danielle-onthego )