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here]Snow reached the top of the stairs within moments. This was the part where he was supposed to start raising hell and kicking in doors. If he had still been as infuriated as he had been when first leaving his room, he probably would have done that immediately. Right now, there was a slight delay. Maybe it was just an after effect of...
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As expected, it wasn't empty up here, but considerably less crowded than the wide corridor downstairs. Stefan dodged around the other night travellers, keeping out of sight as skilfully and naturally as he'd been doing for the past century and a half, ever since he'd turned into a vampire. He hadn't quite known stealth in the beginning, but sneaking up on a victim was easy when you could move faster than the human eye could follow. In the intervening years, when he'd become less careless and less bloodthirsty, that he'd learned how to hide in the shadows. Even without his full strength and speed now, Stefan still knew how to move without a trace.
So he slipped past the few waiting figures, unseen except for perhaps a glint of light reflecting off the knife in his hand, and disappeared down the main hallway.
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He didn't care who noticed him. And for anyone who did see the teenage boy running through the halls, Stefan was going too fast for his red eyes and dark veins to appear more than strange shadows at a glance. Still, he had the presence of mind to keep his knife close by side, and dodge smoothly around the wanderers in this part of the hospital. Too many people. The last thing he wanted was to hurt someone.
Keep going.
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