TVD imagines/preferences

He feeds from you

Stefan: He was hooked, addicted, mad for human blood. He'd gone so long without a single drop that he went into overdrive when the familiar taste hit his tongue once again, and he struggled to hold himself back.

But this wasn't the first time it had happened. The only difference was this time he didn't have Lexi to pull him back over the edge, and he knew it would be difficult without her.

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"How's he doing?" You asked Damon with unease- your arms crossed as you bit your bottom lip nervously. He sighed, a deep breath escaping his lips as he shook his head unknowingly.

"He's done it before." He began, his back toward you as he poured himself s glass of bourbon. "But it's not gonna be like last time."

"What do you mean?"

"The only reason going cold turkey worked before, was because of Lexi. She was on his ass day in, and day out." He stopped, furrowing his brows and pursing his lips in thought- guilt flooding his mind, "But she's not here now."

"So what's he supposed to do then? He can't drink human blood like other vampires can, you know what would happen." You pushed.

"I'm not suggesting we assimilate him back into the traditional vampire culture." He shot back sarcastically. "But he's going to need to drink the people blood at some point. Otherwise, he'll crave it more, and more until he cracks, and someone ends up dead." He reasoned, "You know that." And you hated to admit it, but he was right.

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"Hey." You spoke lightly with sympathy, leaning against the doorframe as Stefan's brooding figure sat on the couch- his head in his hands.

"Hi." He greeted you, if it wasn't for the tone of struggle behind his voice, you would have sworn he'd flipped the switch. Silence blanketed the room as unspoken words hung in the air.

"Do you think you can control it?" You asked suddenly, the sound of your footsteps slowly padding into the room.

"I don't know." He admitted, clasping his hands together and slightly turning his head to face you, his eyes filled with fearful thought. "But if I don't try..." He trailed off.

"Hey, you've done it before, right?" You spoke positively.

"That won't work this time." He added, "It's different now. Dropping it all at once would be just as dangerous as turning off my emotions." He continued, "I'm not strong enough."

"No one would be." You spoke kindly, taking a seat next to him and grabbing his hand reassuringly. You took a deep breath, "So, just a little bit, everyday?"

"Just a few drops of blood for my system." He confirmed with a small, uneasy nod of his head. "I'm just- afraid I'll hurt someone; that I won't be able to stop."

Your heart ached for him, and your wild scheme clicked together in your mind- knowing that Stefan would never have it in him to hurt you. Looking over at the small side table, you slipped your hand from Stefan's gentle grasp and reached for the letter opener.

"What are you doing?" He spoke with furrowed brows. But the Salvatore knew all too well what you were thinking, he just couldn't understand why you were thinking it. Twisting the tip of the sharp blade into the palm of your hand, you flinched slightly when the steel broke through your skin, and a small amount of blood pooled around the tiny wound.