All the things I want - a Stefan Salvatore fanfic. [ON HOLD]

Chapter ten.

"Stefan? Stefan, wake up!" Stefan groaned and opened his eyes, the rays of sun blinding him temporarily. As he sat up, Aurora's morning face came into his view, her hair tangled and messy, her eyes puffy, her lips plump; And yet, she still looked amazing. He scanned the living room to see the state it was in from yesterday - Popcorn scattered everywhere and leftover pizza out in the open. The radio was still sounding faint, he sighed and cracked his neck, still feeling Aurora's eyes on him.

"Rise and shine." Damon's voice triggered something in Stefan. Aurora could feel the hairs on the younger Salvatore stand up in response to seeing his brother, so she quickly put her hand over his to comfort him. Damon's piercing eyes dropped to the two hands, his lips turning up into a smirk. "Wow Stefan, done with Elena that quickly? What's little Bambi doing over here?" Aurora's blood raged when she heard the insensitivity in his tone when he spoke.

"You're gonna be late for school; here, take this - peace offering." The older Salvatore offered, throwing Stefan a packet of blood, he watched sadistically when Aurora tensed, "Come on, you need it for blood circulation. Does dead flesh good."

Before Damon could stall his apology any longer, Aurora stood up, "I'm gonna go, this seems like a private brother moment so...i'll see you at school? Okay, bye Stef." She walked away and made sure to shoulder Damon as hard as she possibly could on her way out, causing Stefan to smile.

"What's her problem?" Damon asked, oblivious as he rubbed his arm.

"I swear to God, Damon, If you touch her-"

"Don't worry Hero hair, I wouldn't dare."

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She sat down on her usual seat next to Caroline, waiting in anticipation for their subsitute history teacher to arrive after Mr Tanner had been found bleeding out near the field. Aurora wasn't there when it happened, but of course, Caroline always ensured her best friend was up-to-date on all the affairs that happened in this small town. The brunette's eyebrows furrowed in confusion when an unfamiliar man strutted in with his briefcase; his hair was poking out in all directions, his shirt was rumpled, and his eyes had slight dark circles - someone clearly did not have a good night.

"Good Morning everyone... Alrighty." The anonymous man announced, everyone in the room either responding or nodding in response. Mr. Still-hasn't-mentioned-his-name suddenly spun around and grabbed the piece of chalk on the desk, pressing it against the chalkboard and started scribbling out something - "Alaric Saltzman. It's a mouthful, I know. Doesn't exactly roll off the tongue; Saltzman is of German origins, my family emigrated here in 1755 to Texas. I, however, was born and raised in Boston. Now, the name Alaric belongs to a very dead great-grandfather I will never be able to thank enough. You'll probably want to pronounce "Alaric" but it's "Alaric," okay? So, you can call me Rick. I'm your new history teacher."

That was a lot of information to process.

As the bell rang and signalled the end of lesson and the start of break, Aurora stood up and started talking with Caroline; however, she was suddenely stopped by Mr. Saltzman calling out her name and waving at her to come to his desk.