The vampire diaries part 1 (The Awakening)

Chapter Five

The full moon was directly overhead when Stefan came back to the boarding house. 

He was giddy, almost reeling, both from fatigue and from the glut of blood he'd taken. It had been a long time since he'd let himself feed so heavily.

 But the burst of wild Power by the graveyard had caught him up in its frenzy, shattering his already weakened control.

 He still wasn't sure where the Power had come from. He hadbeen watching the human girls from his place in the shadows when it had exploded from behind him,sending the girls fleeing.

 He had been caught between the fear that they would run into the river and thedesire to probe this Power and find its source. In the end, he had followed her, unable to chance hergetting hurt.Something black had winged toward the woods as the humans reached the sanctuary of the bridge, buteven Stefan's night senses could not make out what it was. He had watched while she and the other twostarted in the direction of town.

 Then he had turned back to the graveyard.It was empty now, purged of whatever had been there. On the ground lay a thin strip of silk that toordinary eyes would have been gray in the dark. But he saw its true color, and as he crushed it betweenhis fingers, bringing it slowly up to touch his lips, he could smell the scent of her hair.

 Memory engulfed him. It was bad enough when she was out of sight, when the cool glow of her mind only teased at the edges of his consciousness. But to be in the same room with her at the school, to feel her presence behind him, to smell the heady fragrance of her skin all around him, was almost more than he could bear. He had heard every soft breath she took, felt her warmth radiating against his back, sensed each throb of her sweet pulse.

 And eventually, to his horror, he had found himself giving in to it. His tongue had brushed back and forth over his canine teeth, enjoying  the pleasure-pain that was building there, encouraging it. He'd breathed her smell into his nostrils deliberately, and let the visions come to him, imagining it all.

 How soft her neck would be, and how his lips would meet it with equal softness at first, planting tiny kisses here, and here, until he reached the yielding hollow of her throat. How he would nuzzle there, in the place where her heart beat so strongly against the delicate skin. And how at last his lips would part, would draw back from aching teeth now sharp as little daggers, and—No. He'd brought himself out of the trance with a jerk, his own pulse beating raggedly, his body shaking. 

The class had been dismissed, movement was all around him, and he could only hope no one had been observing him too closely. When she had spoken to him, he had been unable to believe that he had to face her while his veins burned and his whole upper jaw ached. He'd been afraid for a moment that his control would break, that he would seize her shoulders and take her in front of all of them. He had no idea how he'd gotten away, only that some time later he was channeling his energy into hard exercise, dimly aware that he must not use the Powers. It didn't matter; even without them he was in every way superior to the mortal boys who competed with him on the football field.

 His sight was sharper, his reflexes faster, his muscles stronger. Presently a hand had clapped him on the back and Matt's voice had rung in his ears: "Congratulations! Welcome to the team!" Looking into that honest, smiling face, Stefan had been overcome with shame.

 If you knew what I was, you wouldn't smile at me, he'd thought grimly. I've won this competition of yours by deception. And the girl you love—you do love her, don't you?—is in my thoughts right now. And she had remained in his thoughts despite all his efforts to banish her that afternoon. He had wandered to the graveyard blindly, pulled from the woods by a force he did not understand.