You were walking out of Mystic Falls High after a tiring day. You stood at your car, composing yourself. You took deep breaths.

Suddenly, there was a van zooming at you. It was coming directly at you. You couldn’t back away in time, and it was about to hit you..

Suddenly, the van stopped. There were pale, veiny hands holding onto it, denting the van slightly. You hit your head quite hard, it made your vision blurry and dotted. But you could make out who it was… Stefan Salvatore.