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A collection of preferences and imagines involving the reader and characters from 'The Vampire Diaries'.
All are written by yours truly :)
Preference characters include; Stefan, Damon, Klaus, and Elijah.
//I do not own 'The Vampire...
Stefan: Keep him grounded and stable. It was no secret that the younger Salvatore had a few skeletons in his closet. His ripper faze forever lurked within the shadow of his consciousness, and every-so-often, it would rear its head and break his heart with the memories it held.
The very scent of human blood sent his body into overdrive, and it took everything he had to turn himself away and keep it together. For one taste, would risk sending him spiraling back into his old ways, and there was nothing he wanted less than to relive such a dark time.
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The church was full, and Tyler ascended the podium to say his part about Pastor Young and the others whom had been lost.
A hunter had been wreaking havoc on Mystic Falls for almost two weeks, and you were all on edge- awaiting his next move. You took your seat in the pews next to Stefan, and with a deep breath, Tyler began to speak. Although it wasn't long into his recollection of fond memories that the presence of a certain substance became very apparent to all who could identify its metallic scent.
"Blood." Caroline worriedly muttered from next to you. You could smell it drip from the balcony behind you, and listening closer; you could hear the rapid beating of a heart. The hunter.
Matt and Bonnie sat wide eyed as Damon tensed up, and Elena's breath hitched in her throat.
"Nobody move or turn around. It's a trap." The elder Salvatore dead-panned as he held his stance. If any of you were to react, you'd be weaned out as vampires, and a stake through the chest wouldn't follow too far behind. Although Stefan wasn't so easily resistant.
His figure tensed up next to you, and his breathing was rigid and uneven as he struggled to keep his gaze focused on the podium.
"Stefan?" You mumbled quietly, turning to find the ever-so familiar veins begin to creep out from underneath his crimson-tainted eyes.
"Hey, hey," You cooed, still trying to remain as inconspicuous as possible- not wanting to alert the hunter.
"There's a lot." He spoke through gritted teeth, "I can't do it."
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"Yes you can." You assured sternly, "You've done it before. Fight it, Stefan. You have to." His eyes shifted around the room stressfully, and just as his fangs began to prod at his gums, you took his hand into your own.
It was a small, seemingly meaningless gesture, but it made all the difference.
"Just breathe." You soothed, still keeping your gaze on the front of the room. "You're fine, Stefan. You're okay." He squinted his eyes shut, letting a deep breath leave his lips as his hand tightened around yours.
