Aliens by idolatrie Elena lay still in the middle of her bed, barely daring to breathe as the two shapes approached her. Their strange, distended heads swayed with each advancing step, huge eyes fixed upon her. Elena cursed her habit of sleeping without clothes and clutched the thin sheet tightly, pressing back against her headboard. She felt her breathing becoming ragged, a fiery blush racing across her body as she pressed her legs together tighter... The graceful stride of the first alien was interrupted by walking into a bedpost. There was a muffled 'aargh' before the alien ripped off his head, the other following suit. Stefan then glared down at Elena and Matt, his hair sweaty and tufted and face bright red. "We are not going to roleplay aliens," Stefan all but screamed, "I don't care if you two agree to do a Peacecraft sandwich on my Wu Fei, I refuse to wear this stupid outfit ever again!"