Taming The Monster (Anna)

[Stefan Salvatore]

Stefan smirked as Anna said that she had just been checking since it had to stay between them as everyone else was pissed at her.
"No problem. Why would I tell people I got to play? Not that Damon would mind. He's always saying how I need to be embracing my instincts," he responded. And for once, he agreed with his brother. Here they had a guy that would be better off dead and no one was going to stop them. It was perfect. Stefan walked to where the wine and glasses were and poured himself a glass and then chugged it down.

He then turned his attention to Anna who asked if he was ready to party.
"Always," he responded as he walked towards the boy and started circling him. And he was. He was going to destroy this boy...well, mentally at least. Yes, Anna's blood was keeping his own bloodlust down, but he was still wanting to make the boy suffer. The vampire stepped closer to the human and grabbed his arm, pulling him against him. Slowly, almost sexually, Stefan let let a hand trail down Chris' arm. A few moments later, his features changed into his true monstrous visage and he bore down, sinking his fangs into the boy's exposed neck savagely, drinking in eager gulps. Yes! He was free! Damn, this felt good! But he didn't want to kill him. Not just yet. After all, this was party and they were supposed to be playing.

Stefan pulled away from Chris and then spun him around so that they were facing and smirked.
"Stay here for a moment," he ordered and then blurred to the other side of the room where his glass lay, picked it up, and then was instantly back at the boy's side. Positioning the glass so that it was just below Chris' wrist, Stefan deftly made a slash on the boy's skin, allowing the blood to flow into the glass while the vampire watched in delight. He then glanced at his companion who was probably confused by his display. "I did this to Matthew Richardson back in eighteen sixty-four. I felt that it was a most fitting punishment considering that he was one of my father's closest friends," he explained. He had done a lot more than this to the man, but that was a conversation for another time. When the glass was full, he placed it in the human's hand. "Drink," he ordered and without a word, Chris did as he was told as Stefan let out a dark laugh. Yeah, it felt good to be back.

OOC
Yes, I used a variation of a scene from the ep "The End Of The Affair", but I couldn't help it. And so much for taming him, lol.

[Anna Barret]

Anna laughed darkly. She remembered Matthew well. He was a pain in the ass. She came to sit on the other side of the terrified male and ran a manicured nail along his arm. She could hear his heart pounding. He was trying to fight it but there was no point.

She took his other arm and traced his veins with her finger. Are you ever going to hit another girl?

[/color] She asked as if he was going to make it out of this hotel room. She could see the spark of hope in his eyes and she laughed again. He shook his head violently.

You probably won't ever get the chance.[/color] She shot a look at Stefan. You see, my friend here has a bit of a problem. He doesn't exactly know when to quit...I'm supposed to be in charge, but honestly, I don't know if I feel like stopping him.[/color] She saw the color draining from his face. This was too fun.

Stefan likes to play with his food, rip them....limb..from..limb.[/color] She toyed with him. His heart beat faster. I've been known to join in from time to time. It really is quite fun.[/color] She grinned wickedly. She was getting dangerously close to letting the full story of their little one-night-stand in the 20's slip, but the bloodlust was too intsense for her to care. And she hadn't even had a drink yet.

Calm down a bit.[/color] This wasn't going to be nearly as fun if he had a heart attack. She held his arm up to face and let her vampire features show. She grinned, showing her fangs and bit into him.

NOTES || I know, right? lol this is great!
OUTFIT || here. [/tt][/center]

[Stefan Salvatore]

Stefan smirked as Anna trailed the veins on Chris' other arm, asking if he was ever going to hit another girl and then watched as the human shook his head, obviously thinking he was going to make it out of there, which caused the younger vampire to laugh. There was no way he was letting a guy like this go.

Almost as if she knew what he was thinking, she told Chris that he probably wouldn't get a chance and then explained that Stefan didn't know how to stop and that even though she was supposed to be in charge, she wasn't sure if she felt like stopping him. Stefan grinned as he heard the human's heart racing just a bit more as the color drained from his face. Yes, that sound was music to his ears! For far too long, he had let himself be dictated by what others thought of himself. Well, no more!

Hearing Anna talk about him ripping his victims from limb to limb in such a casual manner and that she had even joined him once, Stefan looked at her in surprise.
"We never killed together in eighteen sixty-four. What are you talking about?" he queried, truly curious. And then she was telling the guy to calm down, which though a part of Stefan hated as he liked to hear the frantic sound of a human heart, another part of him could understand her reasoning as it wouldn't do them any good if the guy up and died on them before they were ready for him to.

Almost simultaneously with Anna, Stefan sank his teeth into the human's neck and he moaned in delight as the blood coursed down his throat. He had missed this. And the fact that no one would miss this jerk made things all the sweeter. They could kill him and no one would care.

OOC
Dang right this is fun!

[Anna Barret]

She didn't answer Stefan right off the bat. Instead, she waited till she had a little fill of their toy. When she pulled back, Chris was the color of paper and her head was buzzing. Between the alcohol, the girl at the club, and him, she was feeling amazing.

She wiped a drop of blood from her lip and looked at Stefan. I told you I saw you in the 20's.

[/color] She shrugged slightly. I didn't lie when I said I didn't know anything that could help you, but we did feed together the night I ran into you.[/color]

Anna studied Stefan for a reaction. Not now. She couldn't get into the details of that night now. That wouldn't be smart. Wait until Stefan was full, maybe. Possibly on the ride home or in the morning. It was better that way.

Chris started fidgeting and she realized she was still gripping his arm tight. She locked eyes with him. Stop it.[/color] She snapped. She felt her buzz fading, but she wasn't going to take another drink without knowing for sure which direction he was going to take this.

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[Stefan Salvatore]

Stefan watched as Anna hesitated before answering. What was that all about? Okay yes, she had said that they had run into each other during the twenties, but he hadn't expected to hear that they had killed together. Almost as if she knew what he was thinking, Anna reminded him that she had told him that they had known each other back then and added that she hadn't lied when she had told him that she didn't know anything that could help him, though they had fed together once.
"I see," he commented, I wonder what that was like, he mused. What would've it been like for them back then? What was their relationship like?

Stefan gave himself a mental shake as Anna turned to their victim and told him to stop fidgeting and the boy did as he was told.
"This is perfect. Can't move. Easy pickings," he said and then sank his teeth into the boy's flesh.

Stefan drank in eager gulps. He had missed this. He had missed being able to feed properly, to feel someone's life slipping away...it was euphoric. He had been denying himself for so long. Well, screw that! He was sick of being the good brother, of having to stick to animal blood so that he didn't lose it. He was just sick of it. He had real blood and he wanted more! As if emphasizing his thought, Stefan tightened his grip on Chris as he sank his fangs deeper into his neck. He wanted more and he was going to take it...

[Anna Barret]

Annas mind was at ease seeing that Stefan accepted her response as a significant enough answer. She turned back to Chris, biting his neck this time and not wasting a single drop. She was pacing herself, but when she glanced over at Stefan, she could tell he clearly wasn't. She pulled back and studied their meal. He was losing color fast.

Hey, Stefan, ease up for a second.

[/color] She nudged him, reaching for a vial that was on the table. Stefan, we want him alive for a while, remember?[/color] She chided him again. She knew how relentless he could be when he got like this and she was prepared to break his neck to hold him off for a bit if she had too. She wanted their body dump to stay at a minimum.

When Stefan finally pulled back, she poured the vial down Chriss throat and sat back, picking up her drink. Let him heal for a bit. You can drink from me if you'd like.[/color] She could feel the bloodlust and her whole body seemed to be buzzing. She had to keep her head on straight to make sure there wasn't any real damage but she took this moment to just lean back and enjoy the feeling.

She loved drinking fresh blood. It allowed her to more easily turn her humanity off, so she wouldn't feel anymore. She hated her humanity..and after everything with Jeremy, she couldn't deal. It was easier if it was off. She looked around the room, contemplating. She could stay here. It would be easy. She didn't have much reason to return to Mystic Falls. But she wanted to help the Salvatores. She owed them, even though they both insisted she didn't. She did.

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[Stefan Salvatore]

Stefan let out a moan as he continued to drink. He was buzzed. It tasted so good. He hadn't fed like this in over a century. Then, he became aware of being nudged and Anna was telling him to ease up. He waved her off as she reminded him that they wanted him alive. Damn. She's right, he thought to himself. Reluctantly, he pulled away and then stepped back so that Anna could do whatever she wanted. Man, that blood was good. It was good and he was wanting more. But he'd play by her rules for now. His eyes flickered as he watched her pour a vial of blood down Chris' mouth and he let out a small grunt and he averted his face. He wanted more blood. He needed it. Okay. Stay calm. You can do this, he thought to himself. He just had to focus.

He then nodded as the girl told him to let their meal heal a bit.
"Yeah. Sure. Whatever you say," he agreed. He hated it, but he'd do as she said. She was older and stronger, so yeah. He was going to do whatever she wanted. When she offered to let him drink from him, he let out a heavy sigh. "Yeah. Yeah, that might be a good idea," he agreed. He then went to grab her wrist and sink his teeth into her wrist. Yes, this was good. This would keep him from completely losing it.

[Anna Barret]

As she felt his fangs cut through her skin, she sighed. Between the bloodlust plus the sharing, she was sky high. She leaned back on the couch and ran the fingertips of her free hand up and down Stefans arm. She closed her eyes and let the feeling wash over her.

This is what she needed and no one had a clue how desperate she was for it. She was good at hiding her feelings, but this whole Jeremy thing was really taking a toll. She could actually feel her blood leaving her system. It was an odd feeling because there wasn't pain. The fresh human blood took care of that. If you continued on Stefans vegeterian diet, bloodsharing would probably hurt just as much as it was pleasurable until you got a little high, but with Annas diet of fresh blood or blood bags, it only affected her if she hadn't fed in a while.

Her eyes fluttered open and she watched Stefan as he more than enjoyed her blood. Her mind went back to the night in the 20's, their one night stand. Multiple kills plus intense bloodlust plus the fact that both of them had their humanity off...there was crazy sexual tension between them and it was beyond twisted in hindsight, but at the time neither cared. Neither had anyone to answer to.

A slight build in pressure brought her attention back to the present. He was still aggressively feeding on her wrist. She turned to face Chris, who was now mostly healed. She didn't want to stop Stefan, but she knew she should. She sat up straight again and pulled her wrist gently from Stefans mouth. Ready for round two?

[/color] She grinned. She was feeling better than ever...there would be more time for bloodsharing later.

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[Stefan Salvatore]

Stefan's eyes flashed with ecstasy as he drank from Anna. This really was amazing. It tasted so good! How did vampires not become addicted to this? It just wasn't possible. He let out a moan at the feel of her fingers running up his arm. Man, she felt so good! How could she feel so good? He then gave himself a mental shake. What was he thinking? He shouldn't be thinking like this. But how could he not? They were doing something completely intimate and he had to admit, he was getting kind of turned on.

Whoa. He needed to put a stop to this. He couldn't---he loved Elena. He couldn't do this to her. He shouldn't be feeling like this. Almost as if she was thinking the same thing, she gently pulled her wrist away from him and he nodded in thanks.
"I'm sorry if I got rough just. I---think your blood's starting to have a weird affect on me. I---I don't know what's going on," he apologized. I was starting to get turned on. Why would I get turned on? he wondered. It didn't make sense. He didn't feel anything for her. He never had. So why was he acting this way? It was weird. When she asked if he was ready for round two. "Yeah. I haven't really finished playing with him," he answered. And boy, could he play...

[Anna Barret]

Anna's smile weakened as she read the look in Stefan's eyes. Go ahead, I'm going to get a drink.

[/color] She stood up and walked away from them, her mind racing.

She got the feeling that he was remembering...maybe not exactly what happened, but the emotions that went along with it. Stefan had always been passionate to say the least. His emotions controlled him, which is probably why when they were off he got so out of control.

She grabbed the bottle of vodka and poured herself a shot.

She had to tell him before he remembered himself. There was no explanation for his forgotten decade so she had no idea what would recover it. How could she have been so stupid?

First shot.

This would definitely kill his buzz. What if he took it the wrong way and wanted to go home right away? She glanced over at him with their meal for at least the next twelve hours. Yeah. Definitely not ready.

Second shot.

Maybe she could wait till morning, like she had planned. But that was risky. But it would give him a chance to feed. But he could hate her more. Or he could be totally ohkay with it and accept it as part of their history...move on.

Third shot.

Maybe she could show him how it felt? Maybe then he'd understand. Maybe he wouldn't be so mad if the decisions were made in a more level mindset than they had in the 20's.

Fourth shot.

Oh, screw it. Stefan?[/color] she asked hesitantly as she joined him on the couch again. I want you to share with me again. I just wanna show you something.[/color] She moved her hair to one side, revealing her neck.

He wasn't immediately protesting so she continued. It'll be better, trust me. Just like a normal feed. Right here.[/color] She touched her neck with her fingertips where a pulse would be felt. It was the best part of a human feed, but vampire blood was a million times better, especially from this particular spot. Now all she needed was him to trust her and she was counting on his hunger to overcome any nervousness. This wasn't about lust or intimacy. She just needed to make him understand.

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[Stefan Salvatore]

Stefan looked at Anna in concern as she said for him to go ahead as she was going to get a drink.
"Did I...just upset you?" he asked in concern. He hadn't meant to upset her, but he had felt himself becoming aroused. And he didn't know what to do with that. As the other vampire grabbed herself a drink, Stefan took the chance to grab a glass of his own, break it, and then grab Chris and pin him to the wall, making sure that they had eye contact. "You're going to take this and you'er going to cut your wrist," he told him as his pupils dilated. "You're just going to let yourself bleed until I tell you to stop," he said and then he watched in satisfaction as the boy did what he was told. "Good boy," he approved and then let his features change once more. "Stop," he said as his pupils once more dilated. Immediately the actions halted and Stefan brought the wrist to his lips. He drank for a little while and then pulled back. "Stay here," he told Chris and then went to the bar.

He then poured himself a drink and gulped it down. He then turned his attention to Anna as she started talking, saying that she wanted him to share again, and that she wanted to show him something.
"What are you talking about? Show me what?" he asked suspiciously. He wasn't sure if he liked the direction this was going.

As he sat down, he nodded as the other girl told him that it'd be better---like a normal feeding---and indicated that he should feed from her neck.
"If you're sure," he said hesitantly. He wasn't sure if this was the best idea, but Anna seemed to be really serious about showing him something so he'd hear her out.

He then let out a heavy breath as he leaned towards Anna and then went to sink his fangs into her neck. He wasn't sure if he'd really see anything, but he supposed it was worth a shot. He had questions and she was saying that she had answers. And he wanted those answers. He wanted them desperately...

OOC
Feel free to make up stuff about them together.

[Anna Barret]

Anna smiled to herself at the concern in Stefans voice. No, of course not.

[/color] She was upsetting herself. She only tuned back in when he abandoned Chris.

He didn't argue much at her request, and did as she asked. Anna was glad. She wanted him to know just how good bloodsharing could feel. She felt him break the skin and a gasp slipped out. She put her hand on his shoulder to let him know she was fine.

Damn. She thought to herself. She let him continue for a bit, testing him in a way to see if he'd actually continue on or get nervous, and then took a breath to steady herself. Trust me?[/color] She asked, her voice barely a whisper, as her hand ran down his arm from his shoulder and moved to bring his wrist up towards her mouth. She saw in the mirror across the room that her eyes were growing darker by the second.

NOTES || gah, sorry this is so short. it'll be better next time, promise! i just want his reaction! hope you dont mind this!
OUTFIT || here. [/tt][/center]

[Stefan Salvatore]

Stefan smiled as Anna assured him that he hadn't upset her.
"Good. Because I'd hate to think that I had," he said. And that was the truth. She was already doing so much for him and if made thins uncomfortable or difficult for her, he'd never forgive himself. She was a friend and her friendship was important to him.

Almost as soon as he began drinking from her, he heard her gasp. Hurting her. I'm hurting her, he thought to himself. That was the last thing he wanted to. He started to pull back, but she put a hand on his shoulder, stopping him. Okay, so she was fine. That was good to know. He continued to drink and before he knew it, images were appearing. But they were faint, like a dream that he barely remembered. However, even though they were faint, he recognized their clothing as twenties apparel. He saw them dancing with someone and then feeding from them. Then they were in an alley, chasing after someone. What? We knew each other back then? We ran together? he thought. That didn't really make any sense. How could he forget that? Had she made him forget? And if so, why? And how was it possible for her to do so?

Confused and a bit overwhelmed, he pulled back to look at the girl.
"Anna, wha---?" he began to ask. When she asked him if he trusted her, he nodded. "Yes," he replied and remained silent as she brought his wrist to her mouth. He had no idea what was going to happen next, but he had to admit, he was curious.

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Don't worry about the shortness. The post was still good. Feel free to say that she bites/drinks from him in the next post.

[Anna Barret]

She saw the confusion in his eyes and almost second guessed what she was about to do. But he had to see it. He had to understand what he was doing to her. She wanted to tell him they had done this before, but she wanted him to be ok with it first.

She still wasn't sure if she was going to tell him just how intimate they had actually gotten. She didn't want to make things worse than they already had the potential to be. She bit into his skin without much hesitation and started drinking.

His blood was a million times better than the guy still standing against the wall, scared out of his mind even moreso by this rattling turn of events. Her head immediately started buzzing. She didn't mind if Stefan continued feeding on her, but she didn't particularly care either way. She had almost forgotten just how good this felt.



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OUTFIT || here.

[Stefan Salvatore]

Okay, things were getting weird here. Why was he seeing images of them together in the twenties? Yes, she had told him that they had known each other back then but had they really been together back then? Why wouldn't she tell him? But then again, why should she? She probably thought that he didn't want to talk about it since he was with Elena. Which was pretty considerate, though on the other hand, he was curious as to what else they had done. Maybe it could shed some light on some of the things had done back then. He wanted answers. He needed answers.

He then let out a moan as she bit into him and started drinking from him. This was---damn, he couldn't even describe it. He knew how it felt to drink from her, but to be on the other side of it, it was just---wow. He was flying---floating---whatever you wanted to call it, he was doing it. It felt good. He didn't want it to end. It felt wonderful. Man, how can this feel so good? he wondered. Yes, he had heard that blood-sharing was intimate, but he hadn't expect this type of feeling to wash over him. It was almost as euphoric as draining a human.
"So I have a question...how come I don't remember?" he wondered. Had Anna taken the memories away? No, that didn't make sense. Then again, there was a lot of things about this that wasn't making any sense. He just hoped things could and would be explained soon.

[Anna Barret]

As she heard him groan, she smiled against his arm. She knew how this must feel to someone who couldn't remember ever having it done before. She continued feeding hungrily and only stopped when he decided to speak. She almost groaned herself, but not with pleasure. She pulled back from his wrist and watched his arm heal immediately before leaning back on the couch.

I honestly don't know, Stefan.

[/color] She admitted. She had a clue, I mean there were rumors that the Originals could compell vampires, but that couldn't be true, right? There was no way, was there? She didn't spend too much time with the Mikaelsons if she could help it, but if the morning after their night together was any indication, Stefan was fairly close with atleast two of them.

Do you remember a vampire named Rebekah?[/color] She asked hesitantly. She wasn't sure what this would bring back, if anything. There was no real reason for Stefans memory loss unless he had really just tried that hard to forget. Anna had a pretty dark past, too, but she remembered every detail.

She looked up at Stefan and bit back a request to drink again. Instead, she returned to the bar, this time abandoning a glass for the entire bottle of vodka. It's not like they were going anywhere and drinking could only help the situation. Do you remember anything about the twenties?[/color] She was almost afraid of his answer. Remembering one night out of a decade wasn't likely, but it wasn't like she was working too hard to avoid anything that would bring back those memories.

Would it be so bad if he remembered their night together? They were both well into adulthood, even if they were trapped in bodies of teenagers. They could handle it. Not let it make things awkward. He loved Elena, she loved Jeremy. It wasn't as complicated as it sounded...right?



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OUTFIT || here. [/tt][/center]

[Stefan Salvatore]

Stefan's eyes clouded a bit as Anna admitted that she didn't know why that he didn't remember anything about the twenties. He was missing an entire decade and he didn't like that feeling one little bit. He didn't like not knowing something about himself. It was unsettling. And Anna had said that she didn't know much about his habits during that time, though they had obviously hooked up. And that was kind of weird to think about. Not that Anna wasn't attractive---because she definitely was---but she just wasn't really his type.

At her question of whether or not he remembered a vampire named Rebekah, Stefan frowned in concentration. Rebekah. Rebekah. Nope it wasn't ringing any bells. He shook his head.
"No The name doesn't sound familiar," he said. This sucks. I feel like I'm missing something and I have no idea how to get it back, he thought to himself. Not knowing this stuff made him feel powerless and he had always hated that feeling. It was a bad feeling and after he had turned, he had vowed to never feel that way again.

Then came her second question, which was did he remember anything about the twenties?
"Damon and I met up again in nineteen twelve. He invited me to drink with him, I lost it, went on a killing spree earning myself the nickname of "Ripper of Monterey", I ended up in Chicago and then..." He frowned in concentration and then shook his head. "It's all a blank after that. All I remember after getting to Chicago is Lexi finding me in some club," he told her. Man! Why can't I remember? he wondered. This didn't make any sense. He should be able to remember what he had done.

[Anna Barret]

He didn't remember anything? It didn't make sense. The night I was with you, we were in New Orleans. And I left you with Rebekah Mikaelson. I haven't spent much time with her myself, but none of the Originals are exactly good news. Her brother was with her...I assumed you all were together.

[/color]

Anna could tell he was frustrated and she couldn't blame him. I should have stayed around longer, I'm sorry.[/color] She took a long drink from the bottle. She could still feel the effects of his blood in her system, but it was wearing off slowly.

She had known better than to stick around with the Originals being involved, but she should have taken Stefan with her. Had she done that, both of their situations would be very different than they are now. She leaned back and took another drink, silence falling over her.

When they returned to Stefans apartment that night, they were both tingling from the amount of blood they had consumed. Anna remembered falling backwards on the couch as Stefan grabbed some alcohol from the kitchen. He threw her a bottle and they started drinking. Two bottles each later and they couldn't keep their hands off of each other. She had been the one to bite into him, first, but he never complained. It just took everything to the next level.

Anna wondered had she stayed the next morning, or rather ran from the Originals with Stefan, if they would still be together. It would have made things easier on her. Her heart wouldn't be shattered, her mother might not be dead...but any thought of them lasting longer than that night disappeared as soon as she saw the blonde Original standing over here. If Rebekah Mikaelson wanted you out of the picture, you got out of the picture.



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[Stefan Salvatore]

He listened as she told him that the night they were together, they had been in New Orleans, and after they were together, she had left with a Rebekah Mikaelson and her brother, commenting that she didn't know the girl herself, though she had heard that the Originals weren't exactly good news.
"So I hooked up with a random girl? Great," he said bitterly. That was just awesome. Not exactly what he wanted to hear. When she said that she had assumed that the three of them were together, he frowned in concentration once more, trying to recall the events that she had mentioned. However, nothing came to him. Why couldn't he remember? Had he actually blocked it out? He supposed he had but why? What had he done that was so terrible that he had decided that he didn't want to remember it?

He then shook this thought off as she began speaking again, apologizing to him and saying that she she should've stayed around longer.
"There's no guarantee that things would've turned out any different," he objected. "I think we're going to have to accept the fact that I have an entire decade missing and I'm probably not going to get it back," he said. He wasn't feeling sorry for himself. It was just a fact of his life. He wasn't ever going to remember what had happened in the twenties and he just needed to accept it and move on. It was obvious that Anna knew a little about what he had done and he was grateful for what she was telling him, but it was always going to be weird that he didn't remember it for himself.

He then once more pushed those thoughts aside. He didn't need to be dwelling on something like that. If he went down that road, he would start feeling sorry for himself, and really, he didn't want that for himself. He just wanted answers. He wasn't looking to throw himself a pity party. If he wasn't going to remember something, he wasn't going to remember it. Now if he could just get himself to believe that, that'd be great.

[Anna Barret]

With his clear disappointment in himself, the voice in her head screamed at her to shut the hell up. I think...

[/color] How should she say this? She wasn't completely sure, but what she did know was that it wasn't Rebekah he had randomly hooked up with. I think Rebekah was more than just a random hook up.[/color]

She wanted to leave it at that. She really did. But there was so much more. She wanted to tell him the truth but she was afraid it would ruin the connection they had going. She felt like she was really helping. I mean, honestly, there was a guy bleeding still in the room and he wasn't concerned in the slightest.

She looked at her hands, debating. She knew her silence would be something he would notice. But she knew he was wrong as well. He didn't think her staying would have changed anything, but she knew differently. It might not have worked out any better than it had, but there would atleast be someone there to tell him what happened.

She knew it would come out eventually. Things always had a way of doing just that with the way their lives worked. But now wasn't the time. She fell back on the couch and closed her eyes. The anxiety she was feeling was definitely having a negative effect on the way the bloodsharing made her feel. The feeling was very addictive and it was almost painful as it faded..probably because she knew she wouldn't have this again for a while.



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[Stefan Salvatore]

His eyes clouded a bit as Anna said that she thought that Rebekah had been more than a one-night stand.
"And I don't remember her? Man, this is crazy! I should at least remember someone I was involved with," he said in frustration. This is just great. Just great, he thought to himself. What was he supposed to do with this kind of information? How could he not remember any of this? It just didn't make any sense. He just wanted things to make sense. Was that too much to ask?

He looked at the other vampire who was staring at her hands as if she was unsure of what to say.
"What are you thinking?" he wondered. Okay, maybe it was a stupid question, but seriously, what else was he supposed to say? It wasn't as if he could just come out and demand that she tell him everything she knew about him in the twenties. For one thing, she was older and significantly stronger than he was, even with the recent consumption of human blood, and for another, it just wasn't polite.

He then gave himself a mental shake. What was he doing? This wasn't the reason they had come here. They had come here so that he could get a handle on drinking human blood. That was what they had to focus on.
"Sorry. I got sidetracked. What do you say we get back to business?" he suggested. Yeah, that was a good idea. They just had to focus on the business on hand: getting his feeding under control. Luckily, they had the perfect meal to do it with.

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Sorry this is short and sucks. I wasn't really feeling well.

[Anna Barret]

She sat quietly debating on whether or not to be truthful. Her fear won out. Nothing, I just wish I could be more helpful.

[/color] She said quietly, not sure if he would believe it. To be honest, she wasn't trying too hard to be believable. But when he asked her to get back to business, she smiled greatfully.

She blurred to the young man still standing at the wall. You've been behaving rather well. Did you enjoy storytime?[/color] She smirked, trailing her fingertips on his neck. She moved them down his arm and took hold of his hand, leading him in a trance like state back to the couch.

It was probably getting late. They had completely lost track of time and she wasn't about to start looking for a clock now. She would let Stefan drain him soon. And if he wanted, she could grab a meal from another room in the hotel. It didn't bother her any.

Chris sat down on the couch, still in a daze. She took a moment to watch him. She could see the pure fear in his eyes. What they had done to him was enough to scar anyone for life, but then to watch them calmly discuss everything as if they were sitting at a cafe drinking tea had to amplify it by about a million.

Let's make this a bit more interesting, shall we?[/color] She glanced at Stefan before locking eyes once again with the idiot next to him. You may speak. But keep your voice down. Scream and I let him rip your throat out.[/color] She grinned wickedly. She was in a mood after near outing herself. She wanted to hear him beg for his life.


NOTES || I'm gonna have Anna tell him soon, but I figured we'd get them both high on bloodlust first.
OUTFIT || here. [/tt][/center]

[Stefan Salvatore]

Stefan's eyes clouded as Anna said that she wished that she could be more helpful. So did he. He wanted answers, but unfortunately, it didn't look like he was going to get any. Great. Okay, so I'm stuck with second-hand knowledge. That's okay I guess, he thought to himself. Granted, it wasn't much, but at least he knew a little about his dealings in the twenties. Granted, it wasn't much, but it was certainly more than he had had before. And for that, he was grateful.

He then watched as the other vampire went to back over to their victim, saying that he had been behaving well and then asking if he had liked story time before leading him back to the couch. Man, this is going to be fun, he thought to himself. And Anna was kind of hot when she was like this. He then gave himself a mental shake. Whoa. Where had that thought come from? That didn't make sense. He had never thought of Anna in that way before. The blood. It's gotta be the blood, he thought to himself. Yeah, that was it. The blood had made him crazy before and his thought was probably stemming from the amount of blood he had just had.

He then grinned as she said that they should make things more interesting and Chris could speak but that he should keep his voice down and if he screamed, she'd let Stefan rip out his throat.
"And I can do it too. Nice and clean...so to speak," he said pantomiming tearing a person's throat out with his hand. He laughed at the boy's horrified look. "Everyone always calls me the "Good brother", but I never got anything but misery and pain when I was good," he sneered, spitting the word "Good" out like it was a curse. And that was certainly the truth. Even as a human, Damon had given him so much grief about doing whatever he was told. As if he hadn't been chafing under their father's tyranny. And even after he had become a vampire---and he had gotten off the blood courtesy of Lexi---he had ridiculed him for his lifestyle. Why couldn't he just have a little fun?

Stefan growled and within seconds, he was at Chris' side, his fangs once more embedded into the human's neck as he drank. Screw being good. This guy was a waste of space and didn't need to be kept alive. He had blood and he was going to take it. He just needed the blood. The blood was his.

OOC
Well, he escalated quickly. LOL.

[Anna Barret]

Anna walked around the couch, her eyes never breaking away from the terrified green ones staring back at her. Pl...plea...

[/color] It was all Chris could manage to choke out as Stefan bit into his neck. As she came to stand behind him, she grabbed a chunk of hair in her hand and made his head tilt back so he was looking up at her.

She smiled as she beared her fangs, his eyes almost popping out of his head. Tell me how much you want me to spare your life.[/color] She said slowly as she leaned into him. She knew she was being wicked. She knew he couldn't speak, not with Stefans fangs sunk into his throat the way they were.

Well, if he wasn't going to answer his questions, she might as well start feeding. She leaned in and bit into the other side of his neck. The way she was angled, she could see Stefans throat swallowing what she knew at this point had to be gallons of blood. The feeling hit her immedietely and while it wasn't as good as bloodsharing it was damn well better than a bag.

She heard the breath hitch in their victims throat. She pulled back slightly and watched Stefan from just inches away. He wasn't going to stop. And she didn't necessarily want to make him. She didn't see why anyone wanted him to act like a good boy. He was definitely much sexier when he acted out like this. It was most likely because he was so relaxed. She didn't judge him. She didn't make him behave. She didn't stress out over every little thing that went wrong. She was basically a nice version of Damon.


NOTES || Perfect
OUTFIT || here. [/tt][/center]

[Stefan Salvatore]

Stefan barely registered Chris' attempts to plea for his life as he sank his fangs into his neck. There was always the plea for life. You just had to ignore it. Especially when it was a mere boy who didn't deserve the life he was pleading for. Then, his eyes flashed in ecstasy and he let out a contented moan. His blood was good. He had missed this. He had missed feeding like a regular vampire. Why had he stopped again? He honestly couldn't remember. It had to something to do with Lexi. Lexi. She had said that he needed to feel things for the people around him? Why? What good had that ever done him?

He gave himself a mental shake and turned his attention back to the blood that was still coursing down his throat. Man, this blood tasted so good! With a growl, he tightened the grip he had on Chris and he sank his fangs down into his neck even further, drawing even more blood into his throat and he one more moaned with delight. He had missed this. He had really missed this. More. He needed more. He wanted more. And no one was stopping him from taking it. That certainly worked for him.

He was vaguely aware of Anna joining him for the feast and a part of him wanted to protest as he viewed the meal as his, but he was still enough control of his faculties to remember that the other vampire was older and stronger which meant that she could end him if she chose to, so he stayed put, drinking more and more greedily. He never wanted to stop. And why should he? He had what he had been denying himself for so long. And no one was judging him for it. There was no Damon to tell him to stop because they had to be careful or clever, there was no Elena expecting him to be some kind of saint. There was just the here and the now with a human blood bag at his mercy.

Then, his victim's body started to buckle, but he quickly steadied him without even pausing in his feeding. He could kill the boy right now and no one would care. Yes, the boy would die. He remembered what he had tried to do to the girl. How he had tried to hurt her. Well, he wasn't going to get away with that. This was going to be fun. Maybe he could tear him up a bit too. Yeah, that sounded good. With that, his grip on the boy tightened even more and he began to tug on his right arm, intending to rip the arm out of its socket. No one would shed a tear about what would happen to the boy. And beside, it was New York. Bodies probably got ripped apart a lot. It'd just be another tragic crime.