Chapter 8: Night of the Comet

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The Next Day.

Later that Night with Stefan and Zach


Stefan: -puts on his shirt- hey I need you to watch Giselle for me will yah. She kind of grounded and not allowed out of the house.

Zach: sure, question: What is Damon doing here? Why did he come home?

Stefan: because I came home. He wants to make my life miserable. That's how he his.

Zach: well he's putting us all at risk. This girl at the hospital could talk.

Stefan: -finishing up unbuttoning his shirt- she won't I took care of it

Zach: you're sure

Stefan: -sighs- I'm not sure Zach. I don't know how well it work. -puts on his leather jacket-  I'm not as strong as Damon.

Zach: so what happens if it doesn't work?

Stefan:  I don't know, I'll deal with it.

Zach: is she worth it. Uncle Stefan, this girl you came back for.


Stefan just looked at him before leaving his bedroom.


Stefan goes into Giselle's bedroom and finds her in her bedroom doing homework with her "special" pen. while laying on her tummy because her backside was still sore from yesterday. He leans against her wall and watch her work. Giselle felt someone in the room and she looks up at him and said.


Giselle: hey I thought you would be gone already.

Stefan: -raise eyebrow at her- why? Were you planning on sneaking out again?

Giselle: no I learn my lesson from that

Stefan: good. -sits on the bed beside her- you know what I did to you yesterday was fair right.

Giselle: yeah I know.

Stefan: just please behave I do not want to have a repeat of yesterday morning and afternoon

Giselle: -shivers- I know Stefan

Stefan: you'll be alright tonight okay, I told Zach to keep an eye on you, so behave. If you want anything to eat buy food from outside. I don't want you to just drink some hospital blood bag. You need some human food in you too.

Giselle: yeah... Stefan I know. You don't really trust me by myself do you.

Stefan: not a chance -kiss the top of her forehead- don't wait up, be in bed by 9pm

Giselle: 9:30pm

Stefan: 8:30pm

Giselle: -whine- that not how you negotiate you're going the wrong way Stef?

Stefan: don't tell me I'm going the wrong way. I'm the adult you're the child. 15 year old girl like you shouldn't be up this late so deal with it.

Giselle: but it's Thursday who sleeps in on Thursday before Friday.  Most teenagers these days are usually out partying or hanging out with their friends. Which I won't be doing because I'm grounded and forbidden to go out because of my stupid brother and news flash you're only 2 and half years older than me. -fold arm angrily-

Stefan: -looks annoyed with her attitude- 9:00 end of discussion

Giselle: how about 10?

Stefan: -gives her a look-

Giselle: sorry -avoids the look-

Stefan:-gets up and starts to head out her bedroom door- good girl, be good I mean it.

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