Putting on masks of contentment and peace was hardly a new concept for a vampire over 500 years old. Although, when Stefan thought about it, it was something most humans would probably relate to as well. He didn't know how long he was would be there in the village, the thought of his vanishing and going back home weighing constantly on his mind ( Read more... )

"Omigawd, omigawd," Yuri said, leaning against the brick wall of a building. They weren't even at the cafe yet. "I totally don't like those things, Mughi."

//Mrrrr.//"Just see if I buy you coffee and a muffin ( Read more... )

Blind Mag had finally met her goddaughter. Nathan had lied, Rotti had lied. She hadn't died with Marni. How fitting she should see the girl for the first time with her mother's eyes. In a way, Blind Mag fancied Marni could see her too ( Read more... )

At noon, Stefan was sitting outside of the cafe enjoying a glass of red wine, and a plate of pasta primavera. He wasn't scheduled at Fangtasia until the evening, so he was relaxing by himself outside. The sunshine, he saw as a blessing. Despite weather having much less of an effect on him compared to what it did to humans, he cherished warmer days ( Read more... )

Buffy had learned long ago that she could do more with the help of others than by herself. Sure, she bossed people around and was the General in a lot of ways with the others that helped both in Sunnydale and other places but she knew as she stood at the entrance to the lobby and looked into the ballroom, that this wouldn't have been pulled off ( Read more... )

Klaus, sketchbook laid out on the table in front of him, sat at one of the tables inside of the hotel's bar. He didn't personally find himself to be too terribly approachable, as he had a lot on his mind. Yet, there he was, in the open. Once again, he wouldn't say he was outright avoiding anyone, and hoped he was primarily on good terms with the ( Read more... )

From out of the trees of the forest came Stefan Salvatore, having fed from a deer no more than fifteen minutes prior. It was nighttime, black blanketing the village sky ( Read more... )

They were sitting at a table in the hotel bar, not wanting to venture much farther in the rain. Elijah had a glass of scotch in front of him, Hayley a cranberry-lime-and-seltzer. It was fizzy and contained neither alcohol nor caffeine and therefore Mr. Micro-Manager across from her didn't have any reason to complain ( Read more... )

Rain pattering down steadily outside, Stefan and a damp-coated border collie named Joy hurried into the hotel together.

They'd only been rained on for a few minutes, and thankfully were not soaked.

Joy had been a sweet, friendly pup to everyone and anyone thus far. With her natural disposition, Stefan felt comfortable taking her leash off if others ( Read more... )

Stefan didn't hate animals in the least; yet, on the day a dog had followed him around for awhile, he'd taken her to the shelter. He wasn't sure that he wanted a pet, that a pet would fit into his schedule when he fed on woodland critters on a regular basis. He'd dropped the pup off, making sure that they had a no-kill policy (how could they not, ( Read more... )