Night 57: F01-F10 Hallway

[ninelivesonce]

She still hated experimental psychologists. Whether they lied or not, they only cared about results, and not the people that were their test subjects. Aguilar was just like the ones who'd created her -- if he really wanted results, he'd tell them what he expected. Not what to do;only the worst commanders had no use for initiative, and that was

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[broodings]

He'd meant only to check up on her. At first he thought he would head straight out to the grounds of the Institute, figuring his best bet for feral creatures would be outdoors, but given Damon's mysterious plans and General Aguilar's uncharacteristic talkativeness, Stefan knew he wouldn't be able to concentrate on hunting without knowing first that Elena was safe.

And she was. Safe and whole and heady with all the particular scents which made her Elena, and she'd smiled immediately upon seeing him at her door. And as much Stefan knew it would be smarter to hold himself at a distance, what with the hunger rumbling within him, it had been so long since they'd been alone together. Truly alone, with no nurses, no rules, no smirking older brothers...

Well, Stefan wasn't thinking about Damon now. Definitely not. Not with the way Elena's heat pressed into his body, or with the sight of her bare shoulders and neck floating tantalizingly above him. He growled softly against her lips when she pinned his wrists down, and forced himself to stay comparatively still, for the first time giving himself in to the near-humanness of his strength. Hunger was a complex thing to vampires, being part and parcel of every emotion and urge they felt, but if there was only one thing Stefan could trust, it was her, and she trusted him. He wouldn't hurt her, no matter what.

Even so, he could feel the rush of blood go through him as Elena's teeth scraped his skin. It had happened enough since the first time that he'd grown pretty adept at controlling himself, but the Miss Mystic Falls episode was too near and his last meal too far for him to push it down before it could even start. Stefan blinked, the veins under his eyes darkening. "Elena..."

He inhaled sharply and breathed in the too-close smell of her. His lips were parted to whisper her name again - a warning? a plea? - but need tangled with intent in his head and Stefan broke free of her hold with little effort in order to sit up, his mouth now pressed to her shoulder, closed against the pressure of the fangs which threatened to emerge. His hands moved to the smooth arch of Elena's back, pulling her tighter against him, one hand sliding up to unhook her bra with rather more force than necessary.

Just as the door opened.

[deathandgin]

This was one of those moments were Damon gave an all-too-vague warning that Alaric should have listened to regardless. Not that it was particularly helpful that Damon had waited until the last freaking second to mention that neither Stefan nor Elena knew the two of them were heading for her room.

In the context of a monster-invested asylum, seeing two fellow patients the furthest thing from decent during the prime monster-hunting time wouldn't have bothered most people. Unfortunately, one of those people who just so happened to be bra-less was his student, his girlfriend's charge, and technically his stepdaughter.

You could see the slight trauma there.

When his flashlight flickered through the room and he realized what he was seeing, Alaric uttered a small, "Oh god," before abruptly turning a hundred and eighty degrees and leaving the room, moving down the hall so he could neither see nor hear anything else for the moment.

Karma was a bitch.