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Salvatore, Stefan

@ripperinrehab

All I know is all I've seen. The start of you was the end of me. I'm just another cog in the murder machine. |#TVD SL•RP•IC| #Defan

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~ have to keep moving." I could hear the blood pumping, smell the iron, feel the ground shaking. I knew the mob was more afraid of me ~

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~ than I of them; but still, the sound of gunshots caused my mind to whirl, my body to lurch forward. Damon was weak and I could only ~

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~ only carry him so far. Another gunshot cracked, closer this time. Damon stiffened. "Demons!" Jonathan Gilbert voice sliced through the ~

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~ the woods. Another bullet whizzed past me, grazing my shoulder. Damon flopped forward in my arms. "Damon!" The word echoed in my ears, ~

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~ sounding so much like the word 'demon' that it startled me. "Brother!" I shook him, then began awkwardly dragging him behind me again ~

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~ toward the sounds of the horses. But despite having just fed, my strength wouldn't last forever, and the footsteps were coming closer ~

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~ and closer. Finally we reached the edge of the cemetery, where several horses were tied to the iron hitching posts. They pawed at the ~

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~ at the ground, pulling on the ropes that tethered them so hard that their necks bulged. One coal-black mare was none other than my old ~

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~ horse, Mezzanotte. I stared at her, mesmerized at how desperate she appeared to be to get away from me. Just a few days earlier, I was ~

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~ the only rider she'd trusted. Footfalls sounded again. I tore my gaze away, shaking my head at being so sentimental. I pulled Father's ~

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~ old hunting knife from the top of my boot. It had been the one thing I had taken when I'd walked through Veritas, our family estate, one ~

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~ last time. He always had it with him, although I'd never seen him use it. Father had never been one to work with his hands. Still, in my ~