Stefan had scarcely left room 215 since arriving at El Dorado, remaining locked away behind the closed door and drawn curtains. The only time that he had stepped foot out of it was to hunt in the forest at nightfall or to do enough exploring to draw the conclusion that there was no way of escape. But despite the fact that he rarely ventured into the more populated areas of the mansion, it was hard not to notice how strange things had been
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She heard someone speaking and turned to see who it was: Bela remembered meeting Stefan before, thinking him to be a kind and friendly person. But he was too late-she was already dead. Bela watched him as he checked her over, suddenly realising that he would see her naked. Why that worried her right now, she wasn't sure but it made Bela panic.
'Seriously?' She chided herself. 'You die and all you can think of is someone seeing you naked?'
Stefan, ever the gentleman, reached for the pristine towel and draped it over Bela's naked form, brushing the crimson stained and mattered hair back from her face. He could feel the hunger fighting to take control, though he'd not long since fed, the human blood was far too tempting to pass up. The dark veins were forming beneath his eyes, but he managed to win the battle, though how he didn't know.
"I'm sorry, Bela," he whispered, half-cradling her dead form. He felt oddly guilty, as if he had been the one to drain her of her blood - if only he'd reacted faster to her calls... He wasn't entirely sure what to do, but he couldn't leave her there, not like that.
He stood up, looking around as if for an answer, and that's when he felt it. It was faint, but definitely there. A change in temperature, though only in a certain area of the room. He frowned, thoughtful, and stepped out of the cool air. "Bela?"
Okay, so maybe she didn't have to worry so much. He at least had the decency to cover her; Bela smiled a little sadly as she watched Stefan tend to her gently. That changed when she saw his face change, noticing the strange veins beneath his eyes. Did she just imagine that? Bela shook her head, blinking, before looking back at him-he looked normal. Maybe it was her mind playing tricks on her.
"Stefan?" Bela called back, not exactly sure why but she felt the need to. There was a high probability that he could sense her, meaning that she was a ghost. "I'm here!"
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'Seriously?' She chided herself. 'You die and all you can think of is someone seeing you naked?'
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"I'm sorry, Bela," he whispered, half-cradling her dead form. He felt oddly guilty, as if he had been the one to drain her of her blood - if only he'd reacted faster to her calls... He wasn't entirely sure what to do, but he couldn't leave her there, not like that.
He stood up, looking around as if for an answer, and that's when he felt it. It was faint, but definitely there. A change in temperature, though only in a certain area of the room. He frowned, thoughtful, and stepped out of the cool air. "Bela?"
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"Stefan?" Bela called back, not exactly sure why but she felt the need to. There was a high probability that he could sense her, meaning that she was a ghost. "I'm here!"
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