Beginning of love

Prologue

Stefan Salvatore was seated at the bar at the Mystic Grill. A drink in one hand, and his cellphone in the other scrolling through photos. Photos of him and Elena. When they were still in love, when she was still human and not sired to Damon.

He tossed back his scotch, feeling the burn of the alcohol at back of his throat as he one by one deleted the photos from his phone. He no longer wanted to ponder over her and how happy she was to be in Damon's arms. He didn't want to feel anymore. His humanity was balancing like a seesaw, waiting to be tipped.

The ripper had been caged and hidden for the last few months. He was still there, buried deep inside him, waiting for Stefan to snap and inevitably snap the necks of the innocents in the bar around him. Even now Stefan could feel the ripper's blood lust at the mere thought of draining the bar of its occupants. The ripper was begging for its next kill.

But Stefan couldn't allow that to happen. He wouldn't. He needed her. Not Elena, but the one girl who had promised him that she would come when the ripper couldn't be contained.

Scrolling down his contacts, he dialed her number and waited.

"Stefan?" She answered immediately on the second ring.

"I need you." Stefan replied as he hung up.

He would wait for her to find him.