The Supernatural Diaries {Book One}

162 Candles: Stefan I

It had been almost a week since Dean killed Vicki and completed his transition. Almost a week since Dean went off the grid. Almost a week since anybody, including his own brother had seen him. The Impala was gone, too, which meant that wherever Dean went, he apparently needed his car to get there.

Despite how worried everyone was, I felt it was for the best that we gave him his space. I know that's how I felt when I first turned. This was for the best. At least that's what I hoped.

* * *

I don't know how long I had been asleep, but apparently, it was long enough that it was pitch black outside when I was startled awake by the sound of the book in my lap falling to the floor. I yawned softly as I bent over to pick it up I heard a noise from somewhere in the house, causing the hairs on my arm to stand up.

"Damon?" I called out.

When I heard no reply I carefully got up from the chair and looked around for any sign of an intruder. Just then, I was pushed to the ground by an unknown assailant. I tried to stand up again, however, I was abruptly pinned down by whoever was in the house. It was then that I got a good look at the blonde vampire who had attacked me.

"Lexi?"

Lexi stopped snarling and her face faded into something more human, as she smiled above me. "Hi," she said.

She pulled me up off the floor and despite the joy I felt from seeing my best friend, I could not help but ask, "What are you doing here?" "How could you even ask that?" she replied. I chuckled and hugged her tightly. "I missed you."

When we let go, she beamed at me, saying, "Happy birthday."

* * *

Later that morning, the two of us were laying on my bed kidding around while she caught me up on all her recent adventures. "I don't know, if some freak shot at me with wooden bullets, I'd bail in under 60. And why is a news reporter hunting vampires?" Lexi stated. "I don't know. I don't know who knows about us," I shrugged. "That guy did. There could be others. Do me a favor, while you're here, please be careful."

"Why stay?" Lexi groaned. "I'm headed to New York for the weekend. Bon Jovi, in the Garden, "Wanted Dead Or Alive"! It's our theme song, and it'll be a blast."

"Do you even think he would remember us?" I snorted. "I mean that was a pretty crazy weekend."

"We could make him remember us," she smirked. I couldn't help but chuckle at my friend as I sat up on my bed. God, she reminded me so much of Dean in a lot of ways. Or was it the other way around?

"C'mon, seriously. What is keeping you here?" Lexi implored.

"Remember my friend Dean that I told you about a few years ago?" I began. Lexi nodded in remembrance. "Yeah, the one you said was descended from your old friend Matthew Campbell back in 1864," she said. "What about him?" "He activated his curse a week ago," I confided.

Lexi's eyes widened in shock. "Wait, what?" she squawked. "How?"

"Yeah, he was saving Elena from a Newborn, which completed his transition," I answered. "Oh, my God! The poor kid must be going through hell right now," Lexi muttered somberly. "Is he okay? I mean, have you talked to him?"

I shook my head sadly. "I haven't even seen him in the past week since it happened, much less talked to him. He just disappeared." I started down at my hands, watching them clench and unclench as I let my thoughts carry me to a dark place.

What if Dean wasn't able to get past this? What if the Curse corrupted him and made him crazy? What if he came back and tried to kill everyone?

What if— and this thought terrified me the most— what if he remembered?

"Stefan," Lexi called out, snapping me out of my thoughts. I jumped a little, but managed to compose myself. "Yeah?" I breathed.

My friend flashed me a reassuring smile as she sat back down next to me. "Listen to me, I get it. He's your friend and you're worried about him," she began. "But from what you've told me about Dean, he sounds like a badass who can handle himself. And I know that despite what happened, you'll be there with him every step of the way."

"Yeah, you're probably right," I snorted. "I know," she remarked. "Now, enough with the heavy stuff. Tell me more about Elena. I hope she's better than the last girl you got all sprung over."

"You didn't even know Katherine," I pointed out.

"Cause if I did, I'd kick her ass, little bitch," Lexi sassed. "Speaking of, where's Damon?"

"Either moping over the fact that Dean official hates him forever or inflicting misery somewhere," I waved off. Despite the visible tension she felt about not knowing where my older brother was, she seemed to accept the answer for now. "Anyway, are you gonna be okay here? Alone?" I changed the subject. "I got some things I gotta take care of."

"Well, it's not exactly like I can go anywhere. And you and Damon are the only ones with these nifty little daylight rings," she jeered. "But hey, I have a mood ring from '75. Trade ya!"

"Doesn't work that way and you know it." She grumbled in faux annoyance, nudging me in the waist with her elbow. "Okay, so what are we doing for your birthday?" Lexi brightened. "Aw, no, Lexi. Don't start," I groaned.

"Oh, I'm starting. I mean come on. It's not every day a guy turns 162 years old," she grinned.

"Really?" I moped.

"Oh, yeah."

Well, I guess it looks like I traded one stubborn friend for another.

Great.