Part 92

 Camillia of mortality. 

The door banged open and a man walked in. I was staring at him in near wonder. He was...familiar. For a moment, I wasn't sure what it was that struck me as so familiar. He was tall and dangerous looking, but as I looked at him, I noticed scars lining parts of his flesh across his features as if he was well-versed in fighting. His face was dark and serious. 

It was when I noticed his other features that i realized what made him so familiar. His hair was short and blonde, curled up at the end. His eyes were grey to blue, strong cheekbones that were near mirror images of Stefan. Just that he was older and looked to be in his late forty. 

This was Stefan's father, the man who had wanted to kill me. "You must have remembered me. I did you some good anyway. The vampire prince who had disturbed you all your life. Well, no one can hurt my boys and go free." He finished strongly, with