The Baby Salvatore (*EDITING*)

Chapter 17

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I reeked of blood, dirt, and sweat, I looked dirty and my hair looked like a birds nest. I had taught myself a few simple baby spells like how to lock doors and pop the veins in vampire's heads in that cell. I had been watching Bonnie Bennett, the doppelgangers friend for a while. I had been practicing some of her spells when Damon wasn't watching through those dusty black bars from the cellar.

Ohh that little- I got him back. But that wasn't it. Wasn't...enough.

I took a hot shower in my room and laid out my fresh clothes on my bed.  Brushing my teeth,  I started looking around the house. Especially in Stefan's room. A lot of stuff in there. Like a few diaries...........that I would love to read.  I started reading every word of his life. Invading privacy? No, more like reading a good book with a very bad ending. He had stupid things in it like,

1863, November 15th

I see a young beautiful woman riding in a carriage with an almond toned woman at her side. She was a pretty sight to see. But my interest was on Kylie, and Damon for that matter. Kylie was furious that Damon would not let her see Noah. 

1864, April 20th

Its been long that Kylie has sparked us with her tantrums, we are sure she has forgotten about Noah, and Damon is sweeter to her than ever. I am too, but I am scared that she will grow up one day, and we will lose her. Damon is thinking abut going to Military school. Father says, he should, it will teach him how to be a man, and not a boy. I say's he shouldn't.

"Blah blah blah, Stefan  Stefitty Stefstef, what a touching writer you are." And with that, I threw some of all his diaries into the fireplace. And then I was bored. I decided to play with Damon. I got a human from outside. A tourist that was lost. Well....now that tourist is dead. Oops.

I held the tourist's bloody warm neck to the bars. Hopefully the smell of the strong scent of blood would awaken his nostrils to work.

"Damon,  oh Day-Dayyyyy, wake uppppp. Look at the little treat I brought you! Now be a good boy and WAKE UP!"

 Oh well, I guess I gave him too many syringes.  He had to be dead.  I stuffed the human's body right in the refrigerator, closed it, running back upstairs. 

I spun in a chair for about a half an hour and then got an idea. Locater spell.  If I focused enough,  I could do it on Stefan.

 I grabbed a map, spread it out on the table, and cut my palm. I imagined and dreamed of Stefan and Stefan only.  A house on the east side of Mystic Falls, not too far from the Town Square. What was Stefan Salvatore doing at another person's house rather than his own? 

Lets find out.

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