A/N: If you like Stefan as a Ripper, please check out my one shot, The Ripper of Chicago Alley. I'll turn it into a story if I get enough reviews. Enjoy reading!
The first time Stefan saw her, he was absolutely stunned.
Whilst dancing with another, he couldn't recall the black-haired man's name. Her white blonde hair, which fell in ringlets down to her mid back, swayed in a perfect stance looking like pure, full, liquid gold. Her eyes were the colour of a darkening night sky, and were surrounded by thick, dark eyelashes that she batted every now and then, looking even more beautiful than before, in his opinion.
The woman's full, pouty lips were slightly parted as if to dare him to come closer. She moved gracefully in the dance she danced, never losing a step, perfecting every single move she made.
Is she human? Stefan wondered, continuing to watch her like a hawk.
He felt a tap on his shoulder and turned around to see one of his supposed 'friends' looking him directly in the face with a smirk playing on his lips.
Alejandro... Stefan recalled the man's name.
"What do you want?" he inquired in a stern, yet friendly tone. His daily mask; every single one of his victims had gotten to see at least once in their short, pathetic lives.
"Come; share a drink with us, my friend! The woman will still be here tomorrow!" his words made Stefan want to sink his teeth into Alejandro's neck. But he contained himself... for once.
"Sure," he answered through clenched teeth "Why not?"
Alejandro grinned, passed Stefan a bottle of Champagne and gave him a signal to follow him. Stefan sighed and walked past him, to the place where he and his "friends" always had their fun.
That night, they drank a lot, feeling like kings of the world. But one thought never left Stefan's mind. Right before he left, he made a promise to himself.
I will get to know this woman...
He then got out of Gloria's bar, throwing one last look around, hoping that she might not have left yet. But the bar was empty, except for three or four of his followers, and Stefan was away in a flash.
The first time Stefan saw her, he was absolutely stunned.
Whilst dancing with another, he couldn't recall the black-haired man's name. Her white blonde hair, which fell in ringlets down to her mid back, swayed in a perfect stance looking like pure, full, liquid gold. Her eyes were the colour of a darkening night sky, and were surrounded by thick, dark eyelashes that she batted every now and then, looking even more beautiful than before, in his opinion.
The woman's full, pouty lips were slightly parted as if to dare him to come closer. She moved gracefully in the dance she danced, never losing a step, perfecting every single move she made.
Is she human? Stefan wondered, continuing to watch her like a hawk.
He felt a tap on his shoulder and turned around to see one of his supposed 'friends' looking him directly in the face with a smirk playing on his lips.
Alejandro... Stefan recalled the man's name.
"What do you want?" he inquired in a stern, yet friendly tone. His daily mask; every single one of his victims had gotten to see at least once in their short, pathetic lives.
"Come; share a drink with us, my friend! The woman will still be here tomorrow!" his words made Stefan want to sink his teeth into Alejandro's neck. But he contained himself... for once.
"Sure," he answered through clenched teeth "Why not?"
Alejandro grinned, passed Stefan a bottle of Champagne and gave him a signal to follow him. Stefan sighed and walked past him, to the place where he and his "friends" always had their fun.
That night, they drank a lot, feeling like kings of the world. But one thought never left Stefan's mind. Right before he left, he made a promise to himself.
I will get to know this woman...
He then got out of Gloria's bar, throwing one last look around, hoping that she might not have left yet. But the bar was empty, except for three or four of his followers, and Stefan was away in a flash.
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