stefan & alessandro de luca, stefan's first sire. ( @vikteres )
before stefan met katherine in 1508 but after he met valerie, he meets allie. quickly, the two fall for each other. stefan would sneak away whenever he could to meet up with allie & they would have fun together, do normal human couple-y things together but of course mostly in private due to how the times were & all that. they were very close, to the point where stefan would hate to leave when he had to. he much rather be with allie rather than go back to his abusive household.
fast forward to after stefan meets katherine, she starts compelling him. thus meaning stefan starts to act strange around allie. eventually, stefan is believed to be in love with katherine. this causes stefan to act distant, less in love with the other boy, the stars in his eyes when he seems him have drifted away. they have moved to katherine. & while he never mentions katherine to allie, he starts to notice stefan pulling away. he sees that stefan is not acting fully like himself. like something is in the way, but he can't figure out what it is. soon he starts to think it's just that stefan is no longer interested in him.
stefan eventually stops seeing him, disappearing from his life while almost every moment of stefan's is now focused on katherine. & then stefan gets turned into a vampire. directly after stefan kills his father, he returns to allie but doesn't mention katherine or anything that happened that night. he simply tells allie that he'd never hurt him & presents him with a vial of his blood. he tells him to hold onto the vial in case he needs it or in case there's danger. of course he explains that his blood will now heal him, but doesn't explain much else. he feared that if allie knew what he now was, he'd never want to see him again.
a couple days after stefan gives him his blood, he goes back to finally tell him everything. he was ready to tell him all about katherine, vampires & the fact that he now was one himself. his plans are cut short when he finds allie with a cut on his hand, blood dripping. stefan loses his control for the second time ( the first being when he killed his father ) the blood smelled too good for him to stop himself. he lunges for allie & unfortunately drinks until the male is passed out on the ground. stefan believes the other male is dead & flees. luckily, allie had stefan's blood vial in his pocket & was able to drink it, immediately dying after he swallowed the last drop. & thus, stefan's first sire was created.
the two do not reunite until stefan moves back to mystic falls in 2009. stefan had believed he killed allie, regretting it for the five centuries to come. they reunite when stefan walks into the grill & sees allie on stage, performing for a small crowd. needless to say, stefan was shocked to find his former lover alive.
little facts :
in case you haven't read the info on my carrd ( shifty eyes ) all of this took place in stefan's hometown, florence, italy.
stefan moved to verona, italy after he thought he killed allie. he no longer wanted to live in the town that only reminded him that he lost allie, lost katherine, turned into a vampire & killed his father.
they mostly spoke in italian to each other, seeing as it's stefan's first language. he was grateful allie knew the language well.
while most people call him allie, stefan called him sandro. he had his own little nickname for him.
the two met while allie was performing his music on the streets of florence.
allie is the only one of stefan's sires that stefan knows of.
allie is the second name on stefan's wall of victims, the first being giuseppe salvatore, of course.
𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑽𝑶𝑰𝑪𝑬 𝑾𝑨𝑺 𝑫𝑨𝑹𝑲𝑬𝑹 𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑵 𝑩𝑳𝑶𝑶𝑫 -- ruby - kissed & sharp like a blade , it cuts through the hush of the sept , a flash of crimson that plucks the delicate pink from her cheeks . she doesn’t speak . eyes fixed on the basalt feet of 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝚁𝚁𝙸𝙾𝚁 , hair a serpentine coil down her shoulders , lips - petal soft , head humble in its bow , & she -- feather - footed as she places a 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙺 𝚁𝙾𝚂𝙴 at the base of the altar .
❛ you do not strike me as one who follows , my lord , ’ she holds courtesy between her teeth , the weight of a crown against her tongue . ❛ i believe you would much prefer to forge your own path , ’ howl turned roar turned red - raw gashes down a throat -------- why tread in the lion’s footsteps ?
❛ ❛ what is your plan ? i’ve ran for a millenia , 𝑖 𝑎𝑚 𝑡𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑖𝑡 . ❜ ❜ loyalty , trust , (IF THAT WAS ALL IT TOOK FOR FAMILIES TO REUNITE : WOULD HAVE DONE IT IN A HEARTBEAT) maybe too tired of running , 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚗 . there’s an enemy behind you : there’s an enemy 𝖇𝖞 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖘𝖎𝖉𝖊 .
‘ ‘ i’m not drunk! ’ ’ okay, she definitely said that too loud. so maybe she was a little buzzed. BUT NOT DRUNK. not really. ‘ ‘ && even if i was –––––– so what? in the morning, i’ll be sober && you’ll still be … ’ ’ she heard that quote somewhere, but the staring at HIM the second half of it slipped out of her head.
he’ll still be what? arrogant, dramatic, extravagantly rich, violent, misunderstood, handsome, charming, romantic in a murder-y sort of way … yeah, SHE’S DEFINITELY DRUNK. ‘ ‘ a jerk. you’ll still be a jerk. ’ ’
❝ ⸺ I’M TIRED OF RUNNING, KLAUS. ❞ TIRED. the whole word was an understatement. this game of theirs has to end eventually, inevitably with her death at his hands ( one she so spitefully robbed him of the first time around ) and where would she go then? certainly heaven is not holding her acceptance. ❝ if you’re gonna kill me then let’s get it over with. save us both the trouble. ❞ @vikteres.
power ebbs from him , and it’s enough to draw her attention. he’s old , and she’s also new in town. which means that this isn’t her territory , and she has no desire for making an enemy for feeding on someone else’s dominion. branded with shot glasses , she invites herself to his table. “ i have been told that the quickest way to a man’s heart is drinks. ” a pause and she flashes him a smile , devious in nature. “ but so grabbing if from between their ribs. ” // starter for @vikteres
strolling down the square , a lilted blot of bright , vivid red pops up amidst the mischief drunken crowd , collecting their final treats for the evening ; hood hanging low , swaying in the autumn wind & raven hair combed into submission down smooth bones .
it fuels her jovial sense of pride how effortlessly she’s capable of blending in ; eyes wide as the rising moon & tongue doused in a sugary liquor that makes her lacquered lips stick together like glue . just another sheep in the herd , how blissful it is to be perfectly harmless and devoid of individuality .
❛ why , what big eyes you have! ❜ she exclaims with practiced ingenuity , tiptoeing over the bump of his shoulder .
