A rewrite of The Hunters: Destiny Rising. By LJ. SMITH.
LJ.SMITH created Klaus.
A stand alone monster.
No family.
No redeeming qualities.
"I'm one of the Old Ones! An Original! Do you know what that means? I've never died. Every one of you has di...
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Stefan held Elena close to him, ran his fingers through her silky hair, and felt her heart beating against his chest. When their lips met, he could feel her fear and weariness, as well as her wonder at her new Powers. Elena was sensing his own mixture of love and fear and his delight at the new protection Elena had. She was sending him a constant stream of love and reassurance, which he returned in kind. It was a marvel to him always, the way the world stopped, however bad things were, when Elena was in his arms. This human girl was his light and his touchstone, the one thing he could rely on. "Sleep well, my love," He said, reluctantly releasing her.
Elena kissed him one more time before going into her dorm room and shutting the door. Stefan hated to see her go; he couldn't erase the image of Klaus slicing her throat. Still, Bonnie and Lexie would be there. Elena had always been strong and independent and now she had Power of her own. He would be only a couple of floors above if she needed him.
Stefan trudged up the two flights of stairs between Elena's room and his own and unlocked his door. His room was dark and peaceful and he thought that although he would not sleep, he might lie down and let the world turn without him for a few hours. As he closed the door behind him, he caught sight of a flash of white out on the balcony.
Katherine. His slow-beating heart seemed to stop for a moment. She was leaning gracefully against the balcony's railing, looking deceptively young and delicate in a long, white dress. She must have flown up and waited for him just outside. His first thought was to barricade the door to the balcony, to keep her out. His second was to arm himself with a stake and attack her. But she could have easily come in already: he wasn't alive; there was no barrier preventing a vampire from entering his room. There was no point in attacking her when she would see him coming, her eyes steady on his through the glass of the balcony door.
"Katherine," he said, stepping out onto the balcony, keeping his voice neutral. "What do you want?"
"Dear Stefan," She said mockingly. "Is that any way to greet your first love?" She smiled at him. He didn't know how he could ever have thought she and Elena looked alike. Their features were similar, certainly, but Elena's were firmer, her hair more caramel brunette, her eyes a warmer chocolate.
