Stefan was on his way back to the Salvatore estate when something caught his attention. The continuous honking of a car had him turning around to take a look at the street, catching a glimpse of someone who looked around his age, crossing the street with their earbuds plugged in and unaware of the oncoming traffic. It was broad daylight, but Stefan had a split second decision to make, and he made it just in time to pull the stranger out of the way and on to the sidewalk. If anyone saw what he did, he wouldn’t know. “Are you alright?” He asked, one hand still resting on the stranger’s arm.
Emily hummed to the music flooding her ears as she walked down the street, the crisp air cool in her lungs. Since her original death by fire, she had never taken air like this for granted again. Anything was better than smoke filling her airways. The sun’s rays casted down from the sky, pleasantly warming her skin. The girl closed her eyes to bask in the perfect weather. A loud horn cut through the strumming of guitars, as her eyes shot open. She stuck her hand out in front of herself as a car barreled towards until suddenly... she was staring at it pass her by.
Shaking from adrenaline, the Bennett witch turned to the presence next to her. Her eyes met the male’s, her breath hitching in the back of her throat. “Stefan,” she managed to spit out. It never stopped shocking her, seeing the faces of those she knew in her original life. Scorning her impulsive nature, the witch composed herself, hoping the visage of her new body would be enough to keep any suspicions he has at bay. Continuing with her facade, Emily gaped up at him. “How did I... where were you - I, um.. what happened?”
