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fourcolorlove2014-03-18 02:07 pm
somanyadjectives) wrote in fourcolorlove2014-03-18 02:07 pm
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beacon falls } { but i won't rot, i won't rot, not this mind and not this heart
Stefan works as a barback in a seedy bar on the other side of town, to keep up a larger semblance of normalcy than he would in Mystic Falls. He doesn't exactly have the Founders Legacy to fall back on and it's not as though Beacon Hills is completely full of trust fund kids who never do anything. Besides, he's trying not to compel everyone everywhere, so having an actual job is a good place to start. It makes him look a bit more like a normal guy, which is good when dealing with most of the parents who wonder why Allison is spending time with an older guy who came out of nowhere.
Unfortunately for Stefan, Chris knows exactly what Stefan is, so it doesn't earn him any parental brownie points, but at least he's not trying to get himself invited into the Argent house all the time. In return, Chris agrees not to drive a stake through his heart. It's an easy enough deal.
Tonight, however, is a slow night. Weeknights usually are, as most people have better things to do than drink - another culture shock that he wasn't entirely prepared for. The bar is nearly completely empty, which is both good and bad. Good, because Stefan can have a few drinks of his own and no one will question his continued sobriety and bad because it leaves him alone with his own thoughts, heavily burdened by the nogitsune and whatever else may be running around this town. Deaton wasn't kidding when he said that activating the nematon was bad. Stefan could feel it, pulling at that thing inside of him, that animalistic nature that came with being a vampire, and while he was old enough to tamp it down and learn to control it, there are some that don't.
And there are some that don't care.
He's standing behind the bar with a glass of whiskey, trying to consider the information that he had - the fact that the nogitsune had managed to separate himself from Stiles and had a body of it's own was good. That means they could kill it. But he doubts that that's going to be the end of it, which means they need to have a plan of attack that wouldn't get everyone killed. Add to the fact that it now had Lydia as a hostage, and things were getting increasingly more complicated. Stefan knows he should be out there, should be trying to help find her because he can track, probably better than any of these new wolves could, but a vampire being thrown into the mix was a bit too redundant. And sometimes it's good to have a secret weapon.
He's about to turn and pour himself another glass when he picks up on a familiar set of footfalls, one that he would have placed anywhere, no matter how long it's been since he's heard them. Their owner leaves a very distinct impression, after all. He waits until he hears the door to the bar close behind her, before speaking with a small smile.
"If I remember correctly, you like your martinis dirty, right?"
Unfortunately for Stefan, Chris knows exactly what Stefan is, so it doesn't earn him any parental brownie points, but at least he's not trying to get himself invited into the Argent house all the time. In return, Chris agrees not to drive a stake through his heart. It's an easy enough deal.
Tonight, however, is a slow night. Weeknights usually are, as most people have better things to do than drink - another culture shock that he wasn't entirely prepared for. The bar is nearly completely empty, which is both good and bad. Good, because Stefan can have a few drinks of his own and no one will question his continued sobriety and bad because it leaves him alone with his own thoughts, heavily burdened by the nogitsune and whatever else may be running around this town. Deaton wasn't kidding when he said that activating the nematon was bad. Stefan could feel it, pulling at that thing inside of him, that animalistic nature that came with being a vampire, and while he was old enough to tamp it down and learn to control it, there are some that don't.
And there are some that don't care.
He's standing behind the bar with a glass of whiskey, trying to consider the information that he had - the fact that the nogitsune had managed to separate himself from Stiles and had a body of it's own was good. That means they could kill it. But he doubts that that's going to be the end of it, which means they need to have a plan of attack that wouldn't get everyone killed. Add to the fact that it now had Lydia as a hostage, and things were getting increasingly more complicated. Stefan knows he should be out there, should be trying to help find her because he can track, probably better than any of these new wolves could, but a vampire being thrown into the mix was a bit too redundant. And sometimes it's good to have a secret weapon.
He's about to turn and pour himself another glass when he picks up on a familiar set of footfalls, one that he would have placed anywhere, no matter how long it's been since he's heard them. Their owner leaves a very distinct impression, after all. He waits until he hears the door to the bar close behind her, before speaking with a small smile.
"If I remember correctly, you like your martinis dirty, right?"