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((Arrive at the monastery, a little intrigue (maybe a ghost or something—not a ghost, a vampir hunter!! Stafie or alive, haven’t yet figured it out. Makes sense it’d be a stafie, that way I can show good and bad of the creature... Daniel keeps warning Liza, but it has to serve a purpose...for her to..????face her feelings about the torture, realize she’s no longer vulnerable? Time at monastery will end with her basically killing a bunch of people, or nearly killing but for once not wanting to? No that’s too easy. Make it that she kills, Stefan undertstands the worst of her)
The battle for the ring; both of them working together, Stefan going against his kin, or maybe just valeriu and a few of his closer ones. The stafie.
(he takes a bullet for her, she tries to push her blood, he won’t take it cause he knows of blood lust and doesn’t want to get addicted, so she glamours NOPE because dacians can’t be glamoured!! someone else into healing him then something else happens between them...and the next morning she’s gone)
The scent of blood hits me, then. His blood. In quantities way larger than normal. “What the—”
I whirl around. Stefan’s got one Dacian by the throat, but his unoccupied arm is bleeding—heavily. Dammit, this fool took another fucking bullet for me!
Only, it’s not a bullet. I realize it after a great shudder goes through him. The last of his magic leaves him, and he drops to the floor. I tackle the Dacian who’d been about to strike him, and rip into his throat, no holds barred. Then wipe my mouth and turn to Stefan. He’s panting, looking worse for wear.
“You fool!”
His teeth chatter. “couldn’t very well let you take it, could i?”
“What was the spell, curse, whatever the fuck it is?”
He shakes his head jerkily. “D-doesn’t m-matter. G-get the r-ring.”
I rise, angrier than before. Angry at him, angry at me, angry at these fuckers. “You think you can just do whatever the fuck you want? Not here. Not with me. Not under the same roof I was tortured.”
And then I attack them. (more) I palm the tiny ring, put it back in its pouch, and return by Stefan’s side. Slide it into his closed fist. “There. It’s done. We have it, we can return to the old hag now.”
“Y-you g-go. I’ll b-be r-right b-behind.”
I scowl at him, slapping his cheek lightly. “No, I’m not falling for that bullshit. Wake the fuck up, and let’s go. Your sister needs you, remember?”
“C-can’t m-move.”
“Fucking hell!” I lift my wrist to my mouth and tear into it, then press it to his lips. Instead of latching on to it, he turns his head away, lips closed firmly. “Drink the damn blood, Stefan! It will heal you, not turn you.”
His words are so low, I have to bend over to hear him. “Blood...addiction...”
Of all the stubborn mules! “You’re not going to get addicted from one time. Those are rumours, nothing else.”
“S-seen i-it...”
“Argh!” he’s not going to make it easy, will he? Of course not. Humans never do. Damn principles and all.