Stefan Knott

look! it’s MICHAEL TREVINO! no, it’s just STEFAN KNOTT, the TWENTY EIGHT year-old WEREWOLF. he works as a PARAMEDIC for HAWTHORNE MEDICAL CENTER and makes hawthorne a better place to live in. he is LEVEL-HEADED and PROTECTIVE, but also VICIOUS and DESTRUCTIVE. they’ve got a secret too, but only time will tell what they’re hiding.

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  I used to think [ violence ] was never the answer.                                                             Until one day it was─                                                                                    and the guilt I expected                                                                                                                    never came.

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                                                     they won’t BREAK me. but they will fear me.

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emmaxturner:

“Are those actually a thing? And I hope they wouldn’t have them here, there’s kids around.”

“I don’t know, you tell me. Aren’t you the expert with blood and what not?” Stefan smirked. “I honestly hope not though, I wouldn’t be all too happy to buy one of those and realize they aren’t raspberry like I assumed.”

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russellmxntgomery:

“God, crystallized, sugar-filled blood on a stick doesn’t exactly sound like a good meal. Plus, I’m more of a fresh body, fresh blood kind of vamp.”

“Fresh body, fresh blood -- yes, that certainly sounds a lot more appetizing that crystallized blood.” Stefan laughed. Not that he judged the other, he had many vampire friends and he was used to the ‘blood’ talk. It was just like tequila to him, a drink he did not have an affinity for. “I don’t suppose you plan on grabbing a random human from around here?” he asked, with a careless wave at the crowd around them.

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As she held the door open for him, Belle seemingly let out a sigh. She had successfully been avoiding him for as long as she had been back in Hawthorne, and while the occasional run-in was to be expected in a town as small as Hawthorne was, she never intended for him to come to her apartment. “I don’t want to kill you. Hell…I don’t even think I…hate you.” She released back, her expression all but falling, because Stefan was her best friend. She never wanted to lose that, despite losing herself to a darker side of the magic that seemed to consume more of her each and every day. “Stefan…what you did…what we did, that’s not something people bounce back from.”

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He didn’t know what he had expected of this but it hadn’t been for her to invite him inside her house. Maybe a part of him had subconsciously imagined her to grab the flowers from him and throw them at his face or do something equally as dramatic. Because he was genuinely shocked when the girl took the flowers from him and asked him if he wanted to come inside. A sigh left his lips as he stopped inside her home and shook his head in a most disbelieving manner at her words. Although a big part of him did believe her. “But I sometimes feel like that would be easier for me to handle. To know that you hate me enough to kill me.” His gaze went back down to the floor when she spoke of what they had done. He wasn’t sure what she meant because he didn’t regret having had killed his father, it had spared his sister’s life and probably his own. He felt no remorse on taking his life. He did however hate with every fiber of his being, how he was the reason that Belle had lost her magic. He should never have asked her for help with such a task. He should have found some other witch, a more experienced one who was well-versed with dark magic perhaps. “I know, and I’m sorry, I --” He couldn’t continue, what was he to say? Sorry that he had been selfish enough to put her life on the line to solve his own problems? He hated that she was the one who was paying for his desperation at the time. Stuffing his hands into his pockets, he met her eyes again. “I am never going to stop trying though, not unless you really want me gone. Because something tells me you don’t and I am going to hang on to that hope.”

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forgive me father, for i have sinned. and as i kneel here now; hands red with blood, i know deep down, that i’ll do it again.

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Belle: Oh, it's hilarious!

Belle: No, you come on Stefan. Do you really expect me to pretend like you weren't the single worst mistake of my life?

Belle: I want to go with you. And, I want to forgive you too. I just don't know if things will ever be able to be the same.

Stefan: i dont expect you to pretend about anything

Stefan: i already know that

Stefan: but youre the best thing that happened to my life

Stefan: i know i fucked up but we are never going to find out how things will be if all you do is find new excuses to avoid me every day

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“I’m flexible. As long as everything is exactly the way I want it to be, I’m totally flexible with my evening.”

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“Or.. how about we find common ground or you spend your evening flapping your tail?”

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“Let’s cut to the chase. I’m a witch without magic, which is basically like the ocean without water.”

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Stefan had been standing not all too far from the girl and when he heard her voice, a voice which he could recognize in any crowd, he quickly turned to where it came from, trying to spot her. Of course, what he heard her say wasn’t all that pleasant. “Are we ever going to get past this?” he asked, making his way over to her once the girl she had been ranting to left her side.

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Belle: How about my pride, my dignity, and my self-worth.

Belle: Oh, and my magic.

Belle: Oh wait...

Stefan: not funny

Stefan: come on, Belle

Stefan: we've been going around in circles for weeks

Stefan: Please?

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You feel like something’s missing…Tyler!

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@bellexsummers

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Belle: I was planning on it.

Belle: ...

Belle: Are we really doing this again?

Stefan: Looks like we are..

Stefan: Both of us are going

Stefan: And I'll be driving past your house anyways

Stefan: whats to lose?

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Stefan: Are you going to the fair tomorrow?

Stefan: I can come and pick you up? If you want?

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“Who’s going to break it to that vamp that blood flavoured lollipops aren’t a thing they are going to find in street fairs?”

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Heaven, if you sent us down So we can build a playground For the sinners to play as saints You’d be so proud of what we’ve made

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