Stefan Salvatore

But I’m living here anyway. Didn’t Damon tell you? 

No, he didn't. Who says you're welcome here?

Oh, uh..

As usual.

You could say that, yeah.

Alright, this is getting boring. You can remember me now, but don't try to pull any tricks, or it'll be you burning on that fire over there.

Guess. Did I kill her or did I not kill her?

I'm inclined to say you killed her, but that might just be because of my own recent preferences.

You could say it’s a bonfire, more or less.

More or less?

"Every single one that’s ever been killed." Sam added on to the man’s words to summarize what he had just said.  "No, well yes. It’s complicated. I got killed in an one or none situation. I almost made it out, but this other guy beat me to it. I got stabbed in the back. My brother made a deal, one to bring me back from death. A deal that sold his soul to a demon, landing him a permanent spot in hell. That’s why I’m here. I’m trying to rid him of his deal. He wouldn’t have been in this situation if I had maybe looked back. This apocalypse thing just happened. I was in the graveyard when it happened. I have no idea how it started or how to stop it.  But yes, I’m killing them in between all of this."

As Stefan listened to the man's rambling, it occurred to him that that the two brothers' relationship seemed to be even more complicated than that of him and Damon, but then he raised his eyes. "Well your brother was stupid to make a deal with a demon, don't you think?" he said, not trying to think of the fact that he had -metaphorically- done the same thing when Damon had been bitten. "So you're hunting demons, but now that they've all been released from hell you have no idea how to get them back there. Seems to me that you are useless," Stefan said, debating on whether he should let the man live. 

I just couldn't help myself.

I don't suppose she is still alive?

Some things were impossible to explain. There were times where one simply felt something and knew. As Jason had felt that chill, the freezing of his insides once the lights went out and he was left in the dark, surrounded by street lights that no longer provided illumination. The sensations rippling throughout his body resembled those he had been submitted to the night he lost his family to a demon attack. And thus, he knew. Words could not explain, but he knew. 

Stefan had been aimlessly walking around town for a few hours now, enjoying the darkness and the special atmosphere that came with it more than he should. There had been a few people outside, hurrying back to their homes or trying to find an open shop or restaurant where they could stay for a while, but other than that the streets were desolate. 

Sam couldn’t seem to stop the words that came out of his mouth. “I’m not an agent, I’m a hunter.  Not the kind that shoot deer, but in different sense. We kill the Supernatural. I’m not being metaphorical at all. Actual and real Demons.” Sam paused as he was about to explain what was going on. He tried fighting the compulsion, but it didn’t seem to work. The pressure was too much. ”Hell. Hell is being released.  When they sky opened, they all poured out at once. I’m thinking the darkness is just an effect of it.” 

Stefan sighed and let shook his head as he listened to what the man said. "A hunter, of course," he said with a small roll of his eyes. Another guy to think he can save the world. "Demons," Stefan repeated, intrigued now about what he was saying. There were enough supernatural things in Mystic Falls already that made it difficult to live here, the last thing he needed were some spawns of hell. "Demons.. Released from hell." If Stefan hadn't compelled the guy, he would've thought he was lying. "And you're here to kill them?" he went on, still trying to connect the dots.

In the dark of the night - OPEN

Stefan hadn't noticed the darkness at first. Sure, it'd been darker than usual, but to Stefan, that was a positive thing. It was easier for him to hide and hunt when you could barely see. However, after a while, he'd noticed that something was different. It wasn't just the night sky, but it were the streetlights as well. In fact, it was so dark that the oblivious people of Mystic Falls all locked themselves in their homes and kept the door shut. 

"Like you weren’t thinking of it." The hunter gritted through his teeth as the man grabbed his arm and he was thrown against the wall. "So it isn’t just a demon thing." The action, as rough as it was, didn’t phase him though. Sam had been tossed around like a rag doll multiple times on hunts. He started to get up, feeling dazed.

"Let's talk about that demon thing," Stefan said as he took a nearby chair and sat down in front of the guy. "It seems a little strange to me that an FBI agent talks about demons. So spill, what do you mean? Vampires? Are those the demons you mean? And what about that power cutoff? I doubt it's just the town saving on energy, there's more. So what's happening?" he asked as he looked at the man.

"That doesn’t give you the right to kill her." Anger flooded through Sam as he realized this woman was truly innocent. She did nothing to deserve her grizzly death. Then, he saw the eyes. It was almost like a demon’s, but consisting of more red and veins that popped out. You could say this was a really bad 80’s horror movie. Sam threw a punch, aiming for a blow to the head.

Stefan easily deflected the punch that got thrown at him and instead took hold of the man's arm to throw him across the room. "You shouldn't have done that," Stefan said controlled and cold. Moving towards him at his vampire speed, he picked the hunter up and threw him on the chair that Stefan was sitting on just a few seconds earlier. "Sit down, and don't you dare get up" he said, compelling the man again, hoping he still didn't know about vervain.