Stefan's POV
"Wouldn't you like to know," it spoke, its voice coming out as more of a croak. "Why on earth would I tell you? You're gonna kill me anyway, so I'd rather keep me mouth shut and watch you suffer. Just like I watched that hot piece of ass suffer. I mean... that shirt didn't cover much of anything. And her screams as I threw her into the brick wall were—"
I can't hear anymore. Red clouds my vision and in the next second I find that my claws ripped into the vampire's chest. Its screams echo through the cell block, the UV rays making the injury far more painful than it usually would. Even though it's the middle of the night, the lack of sun will never stop a vampire from getting what it deserves.
With five s***h marks across its chest, the shirt it previously wore is now shredd
