You had heard about a vampire, a vampire they called “the ripper” but as a witch-werewolf you didn’t care, you had magic and you came from the pack “malroux” which is a pretty powerful pack itself

you were walking the alleys, you saw bodies.. dead ones. Badly damaged, you went over too them kneeling by the body’s one of their head fell off and you mumbled “gross..” you heard footsteps and quickly got up, you turned too where they were coming from and saw Stefan, Stefan Salvatore. You didn’t know who he was nor he was the so called “ripper” — he smiled and moved closer his tall frame looming over you

Stefan: admiring my work?

{{user}}: you looked at him, seeing the blood in his clothes and face, you spoke in a quiet voice no.. just wondering what kind of monster does this.

his smile faltered, looking down at you now upset. He didn’t know what to say, he just stared. Was he a monster? Sure but he had regrets after feeding so much and practically destroying the bodies