#m:stefan

Stefan just wanted to get away; to start fresh. There was no way that he could stay in Mystic Falls after Elan passed away. He needed to move on; staying in Mystic Falls, being around with all the familiar people, memories, made it even more difficult to do so. He needed a new place where no one would recognize him, no one that could remind him how much love and grievance he felt. He moved as far away from Virginia as possible, chose a small town in California - Beacon Hills.  Stefan didn't know Beacon Hills was almost like Mystic Falls - it was populated with many supernatural beings, mostly werewolves. That was so until he met someone that looked like Elan Gilbert. He thought his eyes were playing tricks on him at first; because he had missed the love of his life so much, but the man -- Elan's Doppelganger, was very much alive.  Instead of running, Stefan made acquaintance with him -- Scott McCall. He didn't know what he was hoping for, for all he had known he might swing the same way as Stefan did. Nonetheless, he missed seeing that face and for a short moment, he thought Scott was Elan. As much as Stefan knew they were two different person, it kept him from leaving.  Stefan was expecting Scott to arrive any minute. He agreed on being his study buddy - something he used to do a lot with Elan. "Maybe it's a bad idea -- actually, it is a bad idea", Stefan said to himself. He grabbed his cell from the tabletop wanted to cancel the session just when the doorbell rang. "Shit." Stefan groaned softly as he headed for the door. 

Stefan walked up the stairs and down the hallway that led to Elena's dorm. He hadn't announced his decision on staying but he thought it might be fun to surprise Elena for a bit. Knocking on the door lightly, he waited for the vampire to open from the other side of the door. "Hey', he smiled, "Jello shots?"

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There was the yearly carnival that everyone just seemed unable to get enough of. In fact, everyone had been so excited about the carnival - the same old games, shows and food. Stefan hadn't quite felt on going but Caroline literally forced him out of the house; and also he had promised that he'd go with her. With the heavy foot, he finally made it to the carnival. He studied the whole area for a bit, wasn't quite impressed with everything that was in it. Perhaps he was too old for the carnival but Caroline did seem like she was enjoying herself. When Stefan got the chance to, he drifted away from the crowd and found a quiet corner within the carnival. He got himself a cup of punch that tasted like some cheap drinks from an old rusty store.  Stefan sighed as he set the cup aside and staring into nothing; probably would be spending the rest of the night like this. 

       It became an habit for Stefan to stand by the window, quietly watching his neighbor undressing himself. He didn't do it out of creepiness, but more of an admiration of the other's well-trained body. There Stefan was, standing by the window, pretending to be cleaning the bookshelf just beside, stealing glances at the window across the back alley. 

Stefan stood in the circle of candles. He knew something was wrong when he received that text from the oldest best friend that he had acquainted centuries ago. 

I'll be there in a sec.

He slipped his cell back into his pocket after responding to his friend's S.O.S. It was impossible, even for a vampire, to get to the other side of the world in seconds. Stefan knew he had to seek help from his witch sidekick again. He got Brandon to fix him a spell that could send him to Europe in a blink of an eye. He was ready. Stefan tapped his anxiously, waiting for the witch to start with the spell. Once he got the green light from the witch, he straightened his jacket, arm crossed, and his eyes closed. He heard the other male chanting on the spell. 

It was like a snapped of the fingers when the chanting stop. The surrounding was chilly and he could hear the leaves rustling from the cool breeze. He opened up his eyes and he was surrounded by the sea, sands and palm trees. "What the fuck..." He cursed under his breath, realizing that he was obviously sent to the wrong place. He slipped his cell out, and it was dead - but he was pretty sure it had sufficient battery before the spell started. He groaned quietly before slipping his cell back into his pocket. He needed to get out of the place ASAP. 

Is Ethan around?