Amateur Witches Are The Worse || +tranquilresortrp
Stefan stood in the circle of candles. He knew something was wrong when he received that text from the oldest best friend that he had acquainted centuries ago.
I'll be there in a sec.
He slipped his cell back into his pocket after responding to his friend's S.O.S. It was impossible, even for a vampire, to get to the other side of the world in seconds. Stefan knew he had to seek help from his witch sidekick again. He got Brandon to fix him a spell that could send him to Europe in a blink of an eye. He was ready. Stefan tapped his anxiously, waiting for the witch to start with the spell. Once he got the green light from the witch, he straightened his jacket, arm crossed, and his eyes closed. He heard the other male chanting on the spell.
It was like a snapped of the fingers when the chanting stop. The surrounding was chilly and he could hear the leaves rustling from the cool breeze. He opened up his eyes and he was surrounded by the sea, sands and palm trees. "What the fuck..." He cursed under his breath, realizing that he was obviously sent to the wrong place. He slipped his cell out, and it was dead - but he was pretty sure it had sufficient battery before the spell started. He groaned quietly before slipping his cell back into his pocket. He needed to get out of the place ASAP.