Bloodlust → Stefan Salvatore [1]

Crying Wolf

I press my hands down on the counter, holding my body up. I look at myself in the mirror. Stefan walks in behind me, and wraps his arms around me.

"Good morning." He whispers into my ear. I rest my hands down on his, and turn around so we are facing each other. I lean in and kiss him. "Good morning." I repeat back to him.

"I need a break from all of this." I moan, resting my head on Stefan's shoulder. I laughs in my ear.

"Okay. When?" He asks. I think for a moment.

"Now. Today." He pulls back and gives me a questioned look.

"Even with everything that's going on?" He asks.

"Because of everything that's going on."

"Well, in that case, where would you like to go?" He asks me. I smile.

"My family has this lake house a few hours out. It's perfect for a... "romantic getaway"." He smiles back.

"Alright. Who's driving?"

I run down the stairs, hauling a bag over my shoulder, and another into Stefan's arms. He catches it.

"Ready for our romantic getaway?" He asks me.

"Beyond ready. Now, let's go before John shows up."

"Alright. I'll go put these in the car." Stefan grabs my other bag, and walks onto the porch. My phone vibrates, I look down at it seeing a test from Caroline. NEED TO TALK. WHERE ARE YOU? I begin typing back in my phone. HEADED TO LAKEHOUSE WITH STEFAN. YOU OK?

"Please tell me there's nothing wrong." Stefan sighs. Caroline responds. ALL GOOD, NEVER MIND. HAVE FUN.

"Nothing's wrong. Just Caroline." I nod, as I follow him out the door.

Stefan pulls up at the house. I unbuckle, staring up at it. It's different now, coming here without my parents. It won't be the same.

"Are you alright?" Stefan asks me.

"Yeah. I just haven't been here since before my parents died." I admit.

"Oh, my god. Blake, listen. Just say the word and we can turn back around." He leans over in his seat, in all seriousness. I smile.

"I've always loved it here. I want it to stay that way, I was just... having a moment."

"Okay." Stefan smiles.

I walk inside the house, cautiously. It's smells fresh, like it was brand new. The cold breeze blows in from the door, yet all I can feel is warmth. I set my bags down on the couch. I turn around to see Stefan standing outside the door. I look at him, with my eyebrow raised.

"You don't have to wait out there. I'm all good."

"Oh, that's great because I'm, uh-- I'm stuck." I stand there for a second, thinking about what he means.