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"The alternative was to pluck his eyeballs from his skull and make him eat them." The hybrid was clearly pleased with his little act of carnage and show of possession. "But the eyes tend to have this unpleasant chewy texture and I assumed you would prefer the more merciful route of..."

Five years.

A blink of an eye for an immortal being, but each had seemed to drag by slowly. The questions plagued him. Who is she? Why does she look like her? How is this possible? But as eternity slid like molasses through an hour glass the questions turned to daydreams, What's she like? I wonder how she's doing today? Would she like this book?

It was inane and he knew it.

Five years.

Stefan Salvatore stayed away as long as he could, pouring his will and discipline into leaving the unknown girl to live her life, safely away from him.

It was small slips at first. Looking up her yearbook in his sleepy little home town. Scrolling through her social media, though very little was public. Then larger slips. Scrolling through her friend's social media, finding out where they'd all chosen to go to university. Then in almost a fugue state, Stefan enrolled as a student. It was so easy to find out her major and her class schedule. Though he still promised himself to keep his distance, the draw was magnetic and only a few weeks into the semester he finally sought her out.

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god   be   damned,   he   could   not   control   himself.   he   recalls   the   fear   in   her   voice,   hearing   the   struggle   as   stefan   made   his   point   loud   and   clear;   keep   his   hybrids   away   from   the   town,   for   good.   he   called   it   all   bluff   but   he   supposes   the   ripper   had   turned   all   of   his   emotions   into   one   single   focus,   his   rage   against   him.   he   will   deal   with   all   of   it   later,   for   now,   his   mind   focused   on   elena.   he   waits   no   time   to   make   his   way   to   her   home.   seeing   her   arrive   at   her   doorstep   and   appearing   there.  

❛❛ hey, some butterflies can get intimidatingly big. or what if a whole group of them were flying at you? that could be kinda scary, especially if you're driving. and some butterflies are even poisonous, so i'm just gonna assume you meant i'm super intimidating. ❜❜

"Uh yeah, you definitely made that up, there's no way poisonous mobs of butterflies are an actual thing." Said with such confidence - such authority - for someone who barely made it through high school. "Is that why you have Stefan drive you every where? You're scared of butterflies?"

"no  need  to  look  at  it,  love.  i  can  it  feel  it  as  it  is."  like  boiling  on  his  blood.  his  nature  stops  the  pull  of  the  moon  in  one  aspect.  he  is  no  longer  forced  to  have  his  bones  break  and  suffering  through  a  transformation  but  nevertheless,  he  feels  it.  bound  to  the  moon,  he  feels  those  urges  like  other  werewolves  would:  to  howl,  to  run,  let  himself  be  free  in  the  ways  only  a  wolf  can  be.

@el3nas left an offering :

' never felt too good in crowds . '

until  recently ,    crowds  didn’t  seem  to  bother  max  much .    she  remembers  the  parades  &  festivals  back  in  california ,   full  of  interesting  people  and  their  stories  —-  now ,    the  thought  of  being  caught  in  the  crush  of  bodies  makes  her  throat  tighten  uncomfortably .    ‘  i  don’t  like  crowds  much  either .  ’   a  frown  tugs  at  the  corners  of  her  lips ,   ginger  brows  furrowed  in  distaste .   she  can  imagine  the  anxiety  that  comes  along  with  elena’s  authordom  &  bestsellers  only  intensifies  when  the  audience  stands  before  you  rather  than  scattered  around  the  country .   ‘  the  event's  pretty  much  over  —-  i  know  where  the  service  elevator  is  if  you  want  to  dip  out  the  back .   maybe we could get lunch  or  something ....  ’

It's been quite eventful, these last few days. The Salvatore brothers think they can outsmart him, think they can beat him. They're horribly naive, and if Stefan had any kind of sense about him, he would inform his nitwit brother that Klaus is unbeatable. Unkillable. But Stefan's inadequacy is partially Klaus's own fault -- not that anyone but him knows that. It's a burden Klaus will have to bear for some time to come. Until the time is right. In the meantime, Stefan and his incompetent brother have pissed off Klaus one too many times, and he's snatched Elena from them to prove a point. Likely, Stefan and Damon are scrambling to find her, but Klaus could not care less. He has no intentions to harm her. Not yet, at least. Not until it benefits him the most.

Regardless of his intent, he's somehow caused her to gain quite the cut across her arm, and she seems adamant on letting it fester if it means he doesn't touch her in the slightest. While he understands the disgust she has for him, he also can't help but think about the numerous interactions they've had recently, where she shows more than just solely disgust for him. He'd like to pull that out of her as much as possible.

❛❛ I can handle it just fine, thanks. ❜❜ She spits at him the moment he goes to further inspect the wound, and Klaus immediately steps back, hands up in defense of himself. He's still grinning, though.