poison and blood 。 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔳𝔞𝔪𝔭𝔦𝔯𝔢 𝔡𝔦𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰

005 ─── get it right .

poison and blood
005  ───  get it right .

" do sharks complain? no. they're up early, biting stuff, chasing shit. reminding everyone they're a fucking shark "

anastasia's view

            "𝔖o wait, let me get this straight. You are a vampire who can compel people to do what you want them to, run faster than anything on the planet, and heals in seconds?"

"Yep."

"You're over 150 years old!"

"Yep."

"Are you ever going to say anything other than yep?"

"Yep."

I sighed, exasperated with the recent turn of events. My parents had always told me stories about the creatures of the night, but I never thought that they were true. Much less that the new guy in town would happen to be one, and that vampires existed. I was surprising taking it pretty well, even though it had taken me all night to wrap my head around it. In fact, I was more concerned about keeping this from Elena and Jeremy than the fact that Stefan drinks blood to survive.

"So who's the psychopath that threw you out the window?" I asked. It surprised me that it took this long to ask this question, but we were caught up on the details of his vampirism all night. Unsurprisingly, neither of us fell asleep.

"The guy you refer so fondly to is Damon Salvatore. My brother," Stefan said, wincing at the mention of his relation to the raven haired guy. I gaped in surprise; they seemed like complete opposites, not to mention that this 'Damon' was an ass.

"So he's a vampire too?" I asked, leaning forward in the plush velvet seat of Stefan's living room.

"Yeah, he and I were turned together in 1864," Stefan nods, running a hand through his tousled hair. There were small bags under his eyes, and he looked completely drained from the entire night of explaining what he was.

"So you and your brother both live on human blood," I stated, pursing my lips a little.

"Not exactly. Damon feeds on human blood, it makes him stronger, but I feed on animal blood. I'm not as strong as Damon, but at least I don't have to hurt people," he said. Good. So he isn't a self serving psychopath with no redeeming qualities. Like Damon.

"But what about Bambi?" I grinned teasingly, my white teeth showing. Stefan smiled warmly at me, although he seemed off about this whole thing. Even after a whole night of telling me everything, he still seemed reluctant to engage with me at all.

He laughed, then shook his head. He and I were sitting in the living room of the giant Salvatore Boarding House, which was much more luxurious than it seemed. The fireplace lit up the room with a warm glow, and he and I were sitting on opposite couches.