❝I've been alive for over a millennium but you are the only home I've ever known.❞
In which running for a century left her homeless - until she met him.
[STEFAN SALVATORE AU]
STARTED: JUNE 25, 2017
FINISHED: SEPTEMBER 12, 2017
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Stefan leant against a wall, a red plastic cup half filled with beer in his hand as he watched the people around him dance to the rhythm of the music. He pushed himself off the wall and headed outside, looking around for somewhere away from people to sit.
"Hey, eavesdropper!" A girl's voice called out over the music, but with his heightened hearing he could hear her perfectly clear. "Hey, wait up!"
Stefan turned around, seeing the girl he had met in the woods a few days prior a few feet away from him.
"You know, when you said I'd see you around I didn't think I'd find you at a party," the blonde laughed.
"I just needed to get out of the house," he shrugged. "This isn't really my scene."
"Yeah, it's not mine either if I'm honest." They pair sat down on an old stone bench. "I'm Gen, by the way."
"Stefan," he introduced. "So, what brings you to Mystic Falls?"
"Actually, I was born here. But family drama ensues and I wanted to get away from it all," Genevieve let out a small chuckle but it seemed forced. Stefan didn't question it. "What about you? Have you lived here long?"
"Born and raised. I moved away for a while, but eventually I found my way back," Stefan shrugged casually. "Are you planning on staying long?"
"No, I don't think so," she shook her head, blonde curls bouncing slightly. "I like to keep on the move, bit of a rolling stone, I guess."
Despite the music blaring from the house, silence had fallen between them. Neither one of them felt awkward thought. It was comfortable.
Stefan cleared his throat, "Do you wanna, uh, get out of here?"
She was silent for a moment and he had begun to think he had said the wrong thing.
Gen's lips turned up into a smile, "That would be great."
The younger Salvatore lead her to his car. Stefan started up the engine, the radio coming to life moments after he did. An upbeat pop song played softly in the background as he drove.
"God, I love this song," Genevieve reached to turn the volume up, quietly singing along.
She wasn't great at it, but she wasn't terrible either. Her completely average singing made him smile a little; he found himself wondering what other sounds she made.
