FRANCESCA. ( the vampire diaries)

Chapter Three

Later that day, I was sitting down on the couch, trying to read the book my new English teacher gave us all to read for the semester: The Metamorphosis, by Franz Kafka. I already read it before, since it came out in 1915--and back then I had nothing else to do, so I read it. I even have different versions of it in my library, some of them are too dusty and torn to even touch, but I didn't want to throw them out.

Back in 1915, I had loved the book the first time I read it. Not because the character had transformed into a huge insect--which I found unlikely to happen in real life, but because I found myself in Gregor. It was like reading a book about the struggles I went through myself after I turned into a vampire. Because I knew nobody could help me turn back to who I was before, to who I was in 1864.

The doors to the house opened and closed shut, telling me Stefan had come back from his stalking activities. He was breathing heavily, and he was looking anywhere but me. I frowned and got up, approaching him slowly.

"Are you okay?"

He immediately shook his head, and it seemed like he was struggling to even talk. I scoffed. He was being his dramatic self as per usual.

"I take it she caught you stalking her and thought you were weird?" I smirked.

"No," he scoffed. "There was an incident and I almost lost control."

"Lost control as in...?"

"As in I almost turned in front of Elena, Francesca. I wanted to drink her blood. She fell and got hurt, and she was bleeding. All I was smelling was her blood and all I wanted to do was to drink all of it."

I stared at him dumbfounded. "Elena? That's her name?"

"That's all you got from that? Her name?"

"Stefan, come on, stop being dramatic. We both know you'll drink human blood again. I mean, how many years has it been?"

He waved me off. "Never mind, I'm going to lock myself in my room."

"Wait, not so fast." I called out quickly. He stopped in his tracks and faced me. "How does she look exactly like her?"

"I don't know," he shrugged. "Doppelgänger, maybe? You just have to know it's not her."

"Yeah, yeah. You've told me that before."

He stood there and pursed his lips. "So..." he started off saying, "how was your first day of school?"

"Fantastic!" I retreated back to the couch. "People stared, people asked. Too many nosy people, but, you know. I can handle it."

He chuckled softly before walking away. I watched him go and sighed. I just know he didn't listen to a single word I said, and that he only asked just to be nice. He was thinking about her. At least Damon wasn't here, or he'd really like the idea of seeing her again.

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Later that night, Stefan came back down from his room with what looked like a diary in his hands, and found me in the same spot. He started putting his jacket and opened the door without a word. He thought I hadn't even noticed him go, but he was wrong.

I ran and stood in front of him, blocking his way out. He let out a breath of annoyance and crossed his arms. "What now?"

"Where are you going?"