Elocin walks down the street with her eyebrows squished together and her bottom lip sticking out. She doesn't know where to go, she knows that if she goes home she'll be getting a lecture from Evelyn, but she doesn't have anywhere else to go. So she wanders the streets just thinking, soon she comes up on a large old house, the Salvatore Boarding House, that she had forgotten completely about.
She knows this has to be where the brothers are staying, so she walks up to the door and turns the handle. It opens of course, but Elocin is hesitant to go inside, because she doesn't know if anyone alive is living there. She takes a hesitant step inside, and it works. She is looking down a large hall wall with doors on either side, she wonders throughout the house until she finds a bedroom. The bedroom is large with a king sized fluffy bed. She lays down on it and soon she is asleep, not really caring whose house she just invaded or whose bed she is sleeping in, she was tired.
“Wakey, Wakey!” Elocin ignores the voice and the hand shaking her arm. “Come on! Wake up!” Elocin groans wishing the person would just leave her alone. “Fine, whatever!” Elocin can feel the bed dip beside her and some of her covers being pulled from her, but she’s off to sleep before she can check who it is.
Evelyn mumbles to herself and keeps her fists at her sides, tightened to the point where her fingernails are digging into her skin. She hears the restaurant door shut behind her, and she passes the dumpsters outside, filled with leftovers from the grill. Her hunger starts forming in the pit of her stomach, and she knows she has to feed to get rid of the anger.
As she continues down the back alley, a man is walking with cigarette in his hand. Evelyn’s fists tighten up again as she feels her eyes compelling him to not be scared. Slowly walking up to him, she grabs one side of his neck, baring her fangs.
“Don’t!” a voice comes from behind. Evelyn turns and hisses, but closes her mouth when Stefan is barely a foot away from her. Throwing her to the side, he tells the man to run. He drops his cigarette and disappears into the distance.
Evelyn’s eyes go back to normal as she glares at Stefan, “Thanks for wasting precious food.”
“You know,” he puts his hands in his pockets. “You’re a lot nicer in rumors I’ve heard.”
“They’re rumors,” she hisses again, her eyes getting dark. “They aren't true.”
“You don’t drink animal blood?” he asks curiously, his eyes looking at the woods behind the alley.
“I do a mix of things,” Evelyn shakes her head. “Now if you would excuse me, I have some hunger to satisfy,” and walks down the alley.
Stefan speeds up and blocks her from walking any further and grabs her arm, “You aren’t going to go catch that man. Let me take you back to my house. I have blood bags there that you can drink.”
“Fine,” Evelyn shakes him off. “As long as I can have however many I want.”
“You have a deal,” he nods his head, and the two start heading to the Salvatore’s home. Evelyn’s hunger stays constant, but does not grow. Stefan tries to start conversation, but Evelyn ignores his efforts, keeping her thoughts on the blood bags. The sun is starting to set, and when they arrive at the home, the sun is nearly hidden behind the horizon. Stefan walks in the front door, but Evelyn stays hesitant on the porch.
He turns to her, “You don’t have to be invited. Just walk in.”
“Oh,” she puts her right foot through the doorway. “Right, I knew that.” The two continue down the long hallway, and Evelyn follows Stefan down stairs. When they reach a tiny room in the basement, he opens a freezer and throws her a blood bag. Breaking off the tip, Evelyn sucks the blood out in one massive gulp. After quenching her thirst, she focuses in on her ears, barely hearing a familiar pattern of light snores coming from a room upstairs, “Elocin...”
