Chapter 35: Stefan Jenner
Stefan wanted, no, needed blood. He could smell the blood vessels running around him like frightened chickens with their heads cut off. To the regular human blood tastes like metal but for a creature of the night like him, it smells sweet and tastes like caramel apple suckers. That was if the caramel was really drenched in blood. He grabbed a Traveler that was running around by the arms and brought his mouth to his neck. In three large gulps, the man was bone dry. In his rage he brought out his sharp talons and started to cut through waves of Travelers that tried to best him. He looked around to see a familiar looking face in the crowd. Stefan didn’t know who he was but something deep inside told him not to kill him, instead, kill the women throwing fireballs at the ones not fighting him. With one giant leap, Stefan threw flew the air, landed in front of the lady throwing fire and twisted her neck like an owl. The bones cracking sends a shiver of excitement through his body. He knelt to drink the women dry.
As he drank, he heard a scream so loud that it made him stop drinking the blood and cover his ears. It was another one of those women, a Witch, some part of him said. How does he know that? Doesn’t matter, he thought, she must die. Stefan raced at the lady as she tossed her hands up. Pain shot through his skull like it was on fire. Stefan fell to his knees with his head in his hand as he cried out. He tried getting up only to fall back down.
Suddenly, the pain stopped. Stefan looked up to see someone stab the women through the chest. Matthew was his name. At least, Stefan thought. Part of him, the human side, says to stay and help. Another part, his vampire side, says the flee the place and never return. That’s exactly what he did.