the coaxing scent of blood still lingers in the air, practically coating the back of stefan's throat like the phantom touch of a lover. but he's stronger than his temptations now; he ignores the ache, focuses his attention on check-ins with the party guests still lurking around the scene, either waiting for their rides or for more information or for the police back-up to surrender them from questioning. ' hey. you okay ? '
she was trembling, fear laced tears clinging to the corners of her eyes as she fought to make sense of it all. sure, the party had been a bit rowdier than she’d expected, but she never could have foreseen the nightmare it had turned into. no one could’ve. it takes a moment for the stranger’s words to break through her haze, aylin blinking a few times before her gaze snaps upward as she shakes her head. "not really, no." she saw no reason to lie. it’s another few seconds before she’s realizing yet another horror. a glance downwards confirmed the odd feeling. her feet were bare, halfway tucked into the soil of the garden with no memory of how she’d gotten there or what had happened to her shoes. had she been drugged? no, no, she’d far too careful with everything she’d consumed. and yet… "i need to call my dad."
