fourteenth bite; death and all his friends

[historyrepeater]

[ You won't find Stefan Salvatore in his and Lexi's room. Instead, he's back in his own. The room hasn't changed at all and his door is wide open. The trunk Lexi was keeping with his blood supply on her schedule sits in the middle of the room.

In the background, "Wanted: Dead or Alive" is being blasted. ]For those of you that knew her, Lexi

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[hellshaped]

[Well, that doesn't sound good.]

You okay?

[historyrepeater]

[ Bon Jovi always sounds good! ]

Not right this second.

[hellshaped]

[Touche ...]

Sure. I probably should have phrased that better.

Are you going to be okay?

[historyrepeater]

[ Unless... it's Shot through the Heart for the thousandth time. ]

Tomorrow.

[ Hey, he remembers something. ]

You've been to the shooting range?

[eternityalone]

[Someone is really just leaking feelings all over the place. Better get a Swiffer, Stefan.]

[historyrepeater]

[ He really needs to remember to lock things from her. Oh, well, he will when it counts. ]

[peacockherald]

Sir, are you all right?

[Maybe this world was strange, but he was a Herald, and he would help people, with or without his Whites.]

[historyrepeater]

I am. Thank you for asking.

[peacockherald]

Ah, all right. You simply sound distressed. Not to mention riding a steel horse would be uncomfortable, I imagine.

[historyrepeater]

It's a song. Bon Jovi.