TVD imagines/preferences

Youre bitten by a werewolf

Stefan: Groaning, you sat up after killing the werewolf that had latched itself onto you.

"y/n! Are you okay?" Stefan asked worriedly, his eyebrows tightly knitting together as he ran toward you after fighting off his own attacker, helping you to your feet. You were taking a walk in the woods together when a pack of werewolves had pounced on you both. You managed to fight them off easily enough, but not without one of them leaving you a rather nasty bite.

"Yeah, all good." You smiled weakly, a sharp pain suddenly shooting through your arm.

Hissing at the pain, you stopped and lifted your sleeve to inspect it.

"Shit." You murmured under your breath.

"What is it?" Stefan asked suddenly, taking your forearm into his hands gingerly.

"Oh my god." He breathed.

"Okay, this'll be okay. We'll just go home, and I'll call Klaus. You'll be fine." He managed to speak, his voice remaining steady and calm, but his eyes telling a completely different story. It was like he was assuring himself, more so you. So you simply nodded your head as you both made your way back.

When you got home he ushered you onto the couch and you sat down gently as moved into the kitchen to call Nik.

"Hello?" Nik spoke as he answered the phone.

"Klaus, it's Stefan."

"Ripper, how are you doing this fine evening?" Klaus spoke, putting emphasis on the word 'ripper', making Stefan cringe.

"I need your help."

"Ah, one of your little friends been bitten by a big bad werewolf have they?" He smiled sickly.

"Yeah," Stefan breathed out. "y/n has."

"Oh, your girlfriend, well I guess that is important then isn't it."

"Klaus, please, I need you to do thi-"

"Alright, alright! Don't get your knickers in a twist." He joked, "Lucky for you, Salvatore, I've already scheduled a little trip down to Mystic Falls in a couple of days. I'll be happy to take care of it when I come down there."

"A couple of days?!" Stefan asked angrily. "She could be dead in a couple of days!"

"Stefan, she'll be fine, its only two days. And I highly suggest not raising your voice to an original who has just agreed to do you a favour free of charge." Klaus spoke menacingly before hanging up the phone.

Stefan walked back out of the kitchen, running his hands though his hair in frustration. Walking into the living room, he stopped when he saw you on the couch. You had moved into a lying position with a pained look washed over your face as you tried to sleep. His heart sunk. Walking over to you, he lifted you into his arms and made his way to the bedroom. Laying you down gently, he sat next to your figure and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear to get a better look at your face, which to him, contained more beauty than anything in the world.

"Stefan?" You croaked out. "Please lie with me?"

"Glad you asked." He smiled sadly, crawling in next to you. You settled into his chest and before you knew it, you had fallen asleep.

Two days later and your condition had worsened. You still lay in bed, your skin broken out into a cold sweat, your head pounding against your skull, and feeling more hunger than you ever have before. Stefan stayed with you the entire time. He sat behind you, stroking your hair as you drifted in and out of consciousness. He would be lying if he said he hadn't let a fee tears slip during the process. Suddenly the bedroom door swung open and Niklaus strode in.