Stefan Salvatore

“So, you’re saying Stefan’s behind it?” Caroline asked breathless. “I don’t know. I hope not, but we can’t ignore the possibility that he could’ve” Damon đã đưa ý kiến being realistic. Elena threw her arms around her knees, looking pale. “I don’t know, Damon” Caroline said. “It didn’t look very professional. I mean, when bạn feed on humans bạn erase your traces. This vampire didn’t. The body was still there and the blood wasn’t cleaned up. I don’t think this vampire has been doing this a lot” Elena looked up with a hopeful expression on her face. “So, there’s...

Caroline raked her fingers through her long golden curls; blue eyes filled with tears after the sight she had just saw. Damon. Elena. Kissing. It hurt too much to think. She had called Stefan hoping that he could help her but he wouldn't be able to. A part of her knew that.
"Caroline?"
She turned to face Elena; her long brown curls rippling down her shoulders in waves. Caroline wiped away the tears with her thumb, smiling weakly.
"Oh, um, hi!" Caroline chirped cheerfully, trying to hide her depression. But Caroline was a very bad liar, worse than Elena actually and Elena could tell bởi the mascara...