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There was always that rush – that sweet push of euphoria pumping through the blackened veins of the vampire that left Stefan in an excitable high. The cheers, the adoring praises and the looks in the eyes of his fans as they screamed his name. They begged for an encore and as always Stefan and his bandmates of On the Bright side couldn't help but give in. It was addicting – to be wanted and craved, Women and men flocked over him, fainting at his feet whenever they got close. Just a touch – eager hands reaching out to grab any article of clothing. He was their God. Before then he was . . . a young man with no memory.<br/>
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<i>Ten years ago, Stefan woke up in a room that had been fitted for inpatient care. Through the foggy haze he was able to spot the iv with blood, the monitor across from him now reading actual brain activity. Before the shock could fully set in, he heard a voice.<br/>
"And so that was right." Stefan's dark bushy brows shadowed over his eyes, a startling bright red at this point as he'd consumed nothing but blood – feeding only the most animalistic traits inside of him. Confused, he'd started to lift himself up in hopes to see the face much better. The voice echoed in the room which had very little light outside of the machines. "Easy." Stefan's body felt heavy as he came to a sitting position. He moved slowly, causing the bed to creak under the heavyweight of his now stirring frame. The bottom of his feet touched the ground, marbled and cold – resembling the porcelain smooth skin of the vampire himself. His shoulders hunched upward, mountainous boulders that looked more than capable of moving mountains themselves.<br/>
"Where am I?" His voice cracked; a raspy whisper as unused vocal cords strained to function. "Who –"</i><br/>
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<i>Stefan looked through long strands of pitch black hair as the sound of footsteps approached him. His eyes lifted from an expensive pair of Italian leather boots, following the long cloaked legs until he found a face. Stefan cocked his head to the side, his eyes narrowing in earnest attempt to put a name to the man's face. He wasn't a vampire, but he wasn't human either. His heartbeat low behind his chest – but he had the same white skin – nearly translucent like the thin layers of an onion. He was tall, so much so that Stefan stood to finally meet the man's gaze. They were just about an inch off, with Stefan being the tallest. And he was old – yet there was some vitality and a spring to his step that suggested he was in good health. In a hazy fog the face became recognizable. "Aros."<br/>
"Welcome back Master De La Crosse."</i><br/>
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The world had changed. Stefan couldn't really remember much and Aros had little understanding of what happened either. Stefan's lifeless body had been found surrounded by his guards – dead bodies centered around his barely breathing frame. They'd thought him dead until they cleared away the blood. Still, he'd never woken up. The spell cast on him was said to have been done by an evil witch with all intentions to take the power from the cold ones completely. They were forced into the shadows as without their King, humans quickly became the more dominant species. Eventually they became nothing more than Halloween characters. It sickened some, the elders mostly. . . but it didn't stop the new wave of vampires from finding their own way in a human's world.<br/>
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Now they hid in plain sight. There were few whose bloodlines mutated, allowing for mild exposure in the sun. But there was no denying that as vampires they still needed to feed on blood. Still, most vampires were undetectable. It'd been Stefan who changed that. His passion for music had been what made it so easy for him to come back into the limelight. The vampires he met were heavy into punk rock culture – it was easy to pass and considering they mostly attended nightly parties, shows and events . . . no one was the wiser.<br/>
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But there was something ungodly about them. Yet, Stefan was the clear front runner. He'd a soothing raspy voice, rich and sensual but the power to roar and rile the crowd out of their lullaby. Tonight, was no different, but it was one of their biggest shows yet.<br/>
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Slick with water from the rain, the singer kissed the cheering fans goodbye as he turned to head backstage. The stormy weather had been said to cancel the show – but Stefan went on. He was glad he did, as he believed it was the best act on their tour and in their hometown at that. Vance, the drummer, and Alisha, their bass guitarist, were right behind him. Unsurprisingly the VIP holders wasted no time in wanting their autographs. Stefan grinned and smiled, flashing his fangs which he knew had gotten him in trouble with the council before. There were more and more acts of blatant openness by vampires that were believed to put them in danger. Aros was one who believed that. This Rockstar movie had been completely against the whole plan. They had forever to restore the vampire race.<br/>
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Besides . . .Stefan deserved a little fun, he thought. Already his eyes, now a piercing blue, were in search of that piece of fun. His eyes found her.<br/>
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