Post by Stefan Salvatore on Oct 16, 2014 4:57:19 GMT -6
Up above, the angry grey storm clouds rolled and swelled, spitting each drop of rain down towards the ground as if it were poison. Treacherous puddles formed at irregular intervals along the side walk, and pedestrians had to weave their way in and out as to not get their feet wet.
The towering buildings that stretched up into the sky were usually majestic and proud in the sunshine, but now they've been reduced to cowering slate-grey blocks against the writhing sky, the strength they once held diminished in an instant.
In a city of grey, the only brightness is the bright yellow of the taxis. People fought to escape the rain, jostling each other, waving frantically for a golden vehicle to take them away.
The once light grey shirt hung loosely around Stefan Salvatore's body now clung to every muscle in his arms, his shirt now a dark grey and rain soaked through to his flesh. Water trickled in streams down the back of his neck, his eyelashes clogged with large droplets of cool water. After following another lead from Alaric, Stefan had found himself in New York City.
Taking every lead that Alaric could through his way in hoping to find a way to bring Damon and Bonnie back. He couldn't give up, it was his brother. If only Damon and just let things be how they were meant to be, then he would still be alive.
Stefan had come to terms with his death and would have found peace before the Other Side imploded. He would have been with Lexi and he would have found the peace that he longed for. With his head low as he walked along the streets passing by other people who called him 'crazy' 'nuts' plus every other name that they could think of.
Raising his head he caught a glimpse of jet black hair, the figure of someone that he knew. Stopping in his tracks, he froze. "Damon?" he whispered.
Following in hot pursuit as the rain continued to belt down as bombs clouding his vision as he followed his brother down a dark alley. "Damon!" he called out again. Heading further into the alley, it was empty. The heels of his shoes clicked against the concrete ground as the squeaking of rats as they scurried around the dark scavenging for food.
"Damon" he repeated again. But was met with silence. Hearing something creak behind him he slowly craned his head.
"Hello brother" Damon grinned sly at him.
Stefan's eyes shot open as his hand clutched his chest as sweat trickled down his chest. Thin white sheets covered his lower half as his head swiped side to side. Sunlight streamed in through the half open shades, in bed next to him lay Ivy sleeping peacefully.
Collapsing back down into bed as his forearm rested across his forehead as he tried to calm his breathing down to a human pace. It had been three months since he had left everything behind, spending his time working in the garage and coming home to block out his pain with endless bottles of beer.
Hearing a buzz on the table next to him, he craned his head to see a half empty bottle of beer that had been lying there since last night. His phone buzzed again as he sat up and glanced at it - Caroline.
The towering buildings that stretched up into the sky were usually majestic and proud in the sunshine, but now they've been reduced to cowering slate-grey blocks against the writhing sky, the strength they once held diminished in an instant.
In a city of grey, the only brightness is the bright yellow of the taxis. People fought to escape the rain, jostling each other, waving frantically for a golden vehicle to take them away.
The once light grey shirt hung loosely around Stefan Salvatore's body now clung to every muscle in his arms, his shirt now a dark grey and rain soaked through to his flesh. Water trickled in streams down the back of his neck, his eyelashes clogged with large droplets of cool water. After following another lead from Alaric, Stefan had found himself in New York City.
Taking every lead that Alaric could through his way in hoping to find a way to bring Damon and Bonnie back. He couldn't give up, it was his brother. If only Damon and just let things be how they were meant to be, then he would still be alive.
Stefan had come to terms with his death and would have found peace before the Other Side imploded. He would have been with Lexi and he would have found the peace that he longed for. With his head low as he walked along the streets passing by other people who called him 'crazy' 'nuts' plus every other name that they could think of.
Raising his head he caught a glimpse of jet black hair, the figure of someone that he knew. Stopping in his tracks, he froze. "Damon?" he whispered.
Following in hot pursuit as the rain continued to belt down as bombs clouding his vision as he followed his brother down a dark alley. "Damon!" he called out again. Heading further into the alley, it was empty. The heels of his shoes clicked against the concrete ground as the squeaking of rats as they scurried around the dark scavenging for food.
"Damon" he repeated again. But was met with silence. Hearing something creak behind him he slowly craned his head.
"Hello brother" Damon grinned sly at him.
~~~ Present Time ~~~
Stefan's eyes shot open as his hand clutched his chest as sweat trickled down his chest. Thin white sheets covered his lower half as his head swiped side to side. Sunlight streamed in through the half open shades, in bed next to him lay Ivy sleeping peacefully.
Collapsing back down into bed as his forearm rested across his forehead as he tried to calm his breathing down to a human pace. It had been three months since he had left everything behind, spending his time working in the garage and coming home to block out his pain with endless bottles of beer.
Hearing a buzz on the table next to him, he craned his head to see a half empty bottle of beer that had been lying there since last night. His phone buzzed again as he sat up and glanced at it - Caroline.
Another missed call from Caroline and another message that he had avoided listening too. Stefan could't talk to her, he couldn't let himself feel it all again. It crippled him, Damon was gone and he was not coming back. In that moment he decided that he had to move on, all the leads that Alaric sent his way always led him to a dead end. He had to move on with his life. It was over.
