’12:13a.m.’ was the number that shone through the darkness of Stefan Salvatore’s room. He let out a light sigh as he rolled over, facing the opposite side of the room and away from the alarm clock. He couldn’t fall asleep and he knew exactly why…He was trying to go back to his old ways, to drinking animal blood but every time he tried to drink the pungent liquid he couldn’t get more than a couple of drops down his throat before he felt as if he were going to be sick. His throat ached for some relief from the constant burning that plagued him. Finally, he it grew to be too much to handle and he threw the blankets off of himself and slipped out of the bed. He knew there were blood bags in the basement, the only problem was getting to them without his sibling noticing.
Stefan slowly made his way out of his room, looking left and then right down the landing that held both of the Salvatore’s bedrooms and when he deemed that the coast was clear he quickly hurried down the stairs, chewing on his lower lip as he trudged his way through the seemingly empty house until he got to the door leading to the basement stairs. “Okay” he whispered to himself as he slowly turned the knob and pulled the door open. He jogged down the stairs and into the room where the large cooler was. As Stefan looked at it he was practically drooling with hunger, the veins immediately growing under his eyes and, his eyes darkening two shades darker. He threw the cooler open, breaking the lock on it and sending the chains to the concrete floor. They made a loud clattering sound but at that point Stefan wasn’t concerned. He grabbed a blood bag and ripped it open with his teeth, letting the liquid rush down his throat. He had drained the bag in less than five seconds and was reaching for another one when he heard the basement door swing open.