Stefan looked down at the girl, whose face was contorted with never-ending fear. He could feel the veins appear beneath his eye, his pupils dilating and lastly, he could feel his razor sharp fangs forcing their way out of his gums. As his face deformed more and more, showing what he truly was, the girl's heartbeat rose and she began trembling in his firm, unbreakable hold, closing her eyes; not daring to believe what she was seeing.
He gave her one last horrifying grin, and then he bit down, breaking the soft flesh of her neck. Her knees gave out, and her body fell down limp on the floor beneath his feet. But Stefan was not finished yet. In a frenzy of carnal hunger, he picked her up by the throat, held a bottle beneath the wound that had just killed her, and squeezed.
Fresh blood oozed out of the incision he had created, falling into the bottle in streams. Stefan filled it with blood until only half of it was full. Then, he got to his feet and carefully put the bottle into a corner of the empty street.
He walked back to the cadaver and began tearing the limbs apart, one by one. Stefan looked down at the now broken body feeling a little pity in the pit of his stomach. He pulled out a lighter and set the limbs on fire. In a flash, to quick for an unsuspicious human eye to notice, he picked up the bottle again and ran to his apartment, which was located in the very heart of Chicago. Once there, he opened the secret passageway in which he stored his 'drinks' and placed the bottle upon a shelf, underneath the others.
After that, he turned to the wall, pulled out a pen and wrote nothing but a single name on it. 'Alex Sava'. A drop of ink rolled down from the very last letter of the name, as if to emphasize the pain that his victim had just been through.
This story-one shot, titled The Ripper of Chicago Alley (I was being creative) is dedicated to Emily, who reads my stories, supports them and is a huge Stefan the Ripper fan. All rights go to L. and the producers as well as the cast of The Vampire Diaries
He gave her one last horrifying grin, and then he bit down, breaking the soft flesh of her neck. Her knees gave out, and her body fell down limp on the floor beneath his feet. But Stefan was not finished yet. In a frenzy of carnal hunger, he picked her up by the throat, held a bottle beneath the wound that had just killed her, and squeezed.
Fresh blood oozed out of the incision he had created, falling into the bottle in streams. Stefan filled it with blood until only half of it was full. Then, he got to his feet and carefully put the bottle into a corner of the empty street.
He walked back to the cadaver and began tearing the limbs apart, one by one. Stefan looked down at the now broken body feeling a little pity in the pit of his stomach. He pulled out a lighter and set the limbs on fire. In a flash, to quick for an unsuspicious human eye to notice, he picked up the bottle again and ran to his apartment, which was located in the very heart of Chicago. Once there, he opened the secret passageway in which he stored his 'drinks' and placed the bottle upon a shelf, underneath the others.
After that, he turned to the wall, pulled out a pen and wrote nothing but a single name on it. 'Alex Sava'. A drop of ink rolled down from the very last letter of the name, as if to emphasize the pain that his victim had just been through.
This story-one shot, titled The Ripper of Chicago Alley (I was being creative) is dedicated to Emily, who reads my stories, supports them and is a huge Stefan the Ripper fan. All rights go to L. and the producers as well as the cast of The Vampire Diaries
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