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A STRANGE SUMMER. ﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏
HENRY SALVATORE twisted and turned in his bed, his eyes undeneath the eyelids zooming, moving side to side as he watched his dream play out. With the coming morning, sunlight seeped into the room through his sheer, white linen curtains, as did the summer, Virginian heat. This caused a light sheen of sweat to build up a layer of moist on the young boy's skin, until suddenly, he shot up, gasping awake as he startled from his sleep. His chest heaved slightly as he panted for air, calming down as the dream faded into a fogginess.
For as long as Henry Salvatore could remember, he'd always had such weird dreams. They were always fairly different, in different time periods and consisting of a range of plots that he could never quite remember. Minutes upon waking up, the events in his dreams always came out quite fuzzy. So he never thought too much about it, though his friend Bonnie's Grams had always enjoyed telling him the visions were the gifts of seer-magic, an uncommon branch of witchcraft. He never really took that too seriously.
He did, however, hurriedly grab a journal from his bed-side table, quick to write down what he did remember of his dream. Not that it was very much, just an older man having a row with him, the heated argument in his dream shifting into something more violent as Henry was shoved and lost his balance as he fell backwards. He assumed he hurt himself due to the impact of the shove, but he'd woken up mid-fall in his dream. It was one of the more unpleasant dreams.
Sighing, Henry hoisted himself out of bed, placing the journal and pen back in his nightstand drawer, before making his way to the personal bathroom connected to his room. He'd definitely have to wash his sheets later, since he didn't enjoy the idea of sleeping in dried sweat. It was dirty and gross. He stripped the bed and changed the sheets before plopping the dirty sheets and blanket into his laundry bin.
After showering and getting ready for the day, Henry gathered some of his belongings in his backpack and made his way down the stairs. Summer meant more free time to hang out wherever he wanted, doing whatever he wanted (though that usually just consisted of hanging out with his best friend Brandon). And it also meant: NO HOMEWORK.
"Uncle Zach, I'll be out all day!" Henry called out into the nearly empty house, used to the stifling quiet of the large, antique space. "I'll probably be with Brandon or something, so if you need me, I have my phone on..." Henry paused, trailing off awkwardly before going silent, seeing as there was a stranger in the hall, standing with his uncle Zach. Poor boy looked like a baby deer in headlights.
"Henry," Zach greets the fifteen year old with a tense smile, though it looked more like a grimace with his lips pursed so tightly, "This is Stefan. Your older brother."
