Mystic Falls, then Georgia, then Long Beach, some time around Germany, and now here. Beacon Hills, a small town in California that was supposed to be home to practically every supernatural creature...except vampires. Well, not anymore. Stefan smirked at the blubbering attendance woman, scrambling after the compulsion to quickly write up all the needed documents for him. Going back to high school seemed to be a pattern, of course, he would only be going to this one for a year, having signed up as a senior.
Whether it was the teen angst, the steady flow of hormones, or the walking bloodbags who couldn't tell you what the capital of Colorado was, Stefan thrived in the teen community. Especially this one, already he'd noticed a couple students with heart rates exceeding average.
He strut down the halls with a swagger that had the students parting to watch, oozing confidence. He caught eyes with a couple of people, a girl with a half shaved head, two boys that seemed to be 'geeks,' another flirty blonde, but what really caught his eyes, was the boy at the end of the corridor. He exuded an air that Stefan couldn't quite put his finger on, but a smirk crossed his face, and Stefans interest grew. Like a spark, the cardigain wearing supernatural (obviously) ignited a fire that made his gums ache.
