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Feeding Demons

Frankie Loveridge, SeductiveBeaut: {My hands pinned above my head, each blow to my face blurred my vision. This 20 stone man that had me pinned beneath him was kicking my ass, fighting with everything I had, squirming, trying to attempt to shake him off.. how the hell had this happened. I must admit I'd been drowning for a while. My focus off, the darker side of me becoming less satisfied with each hit I did. I could feel the downward spiral taking hold. The next blow that struck was harder than the others combined, or at least that's how it felt as his knuckles bounced off my swelling cheek. But luckily for me the heavy swing threw him off balance, his hand stupidly releasing my wrists to stop himself from falling but it gave me just enough time to slip my hand in my boot, gripping the blade. I think this was the fight or flight moment.. but the second he gave me that opportunity that dark side took a firm hold. Within the blink of an eye I had sliced his throat, his blood spurting over my face just before he collapsed on top of me. 8 days had past since my run in with the big guy. The swelling had gone down and only a yellow bruise remained. My split lip was almost healed too. Finally spotting the car from my position on top of the fire station, I lined up my sight as it pulled up outside the town hall. With a feather light touch, I settle my finger on the trigger. The door opens and my target steps out.. taking in a deep breath, I take my aim, releasing it slowly as I gently squeeze the trigger. This was my second hit of the day and I couldn't stop the satisfied smile that claimed my lips as I watched the target hit the floor. I quickly started to pack away and get on the road, I had another hit in the next town over. 25 days in and all the hits kinda blurred into one.. takedown after takedown. I was averaging around 8 kills a week, and I  wanted more.. Viv had set up a steady stream of hits to me. This guy that stood in front of me screamed and begged as I brutally shoved my thumbs into his eyes. Feeling them give under the pressure. Pulling them out wiping the goo on my jeans before I reach for my gun and shoot him between the eyes.. or not anymore.. As his body hit the floor the silence that remained was deafening. I stood over his now lifeless body for a moment.. wondering how long this could go on for.. if i was honest.. I was nowhere near ready to stop.} Stefan Salvatore, CorruptHumanity: [If there was one thing I had learned over the expanse of my lifetime then it's that Mystic Falls -- is too small, especially when the flip has been switched. Far too many pesky humans sticking their nose in other people's business, eager to reconnect me with humanity. Buzzkill the lot of them. With my latest dance with the devil, I left town. I'd feed the hunger within me, my demons were inevitable. The only thing there was to do was to give into them. For months I drifted from to town, taking what I wanted, who I wanted. Killing on nothing but a whim. What did I care for the human condition? They were born screaming and I would ensure they would die screaming too. Covering my tracks at times, only to prevent someone from my past tracking my movements. The past was done with, I had no use for any of them anymore. Nights were spent in a blood and liquor induced haze. If the victim drank just the right amount then I'd have the pleasure of tasting it myself while I mercilessly fed. Nobo kills were so artfully pre-planned, I was a hunter, enslaved to my unwavering desire for blood. Drawing the pad of a thumb across my blood stained lower lip, gathering up the last droplets to savour the thrill of my latest kill. Booted feet shuffled silently across the floor, leaving the girls remains in the alley, she had torn just like paper, for some poor soul to find when dawn broke. Each step became more purposeful, there was a name to add to a wall. No sense in hunting any longer, even the stragglers would be fucks up in bed by now. The silence of the night broken by the sound of a struggle, lips pulling back to reveal a sly grin. It seemed there was still fun to be had. Scaling the fire escape of the nearest building, I followed the sound of the struggle, what better way to view a fight than from higher ground. The night sky was clear, leaving the stars overhead visible to all, such a clear night brought a chill to the air, not that such a thing bothered myself. Open palms pressed against the roofs edge, an emerald gaze falling to the blonde bellow, battling a guy who’s stature easily towered over her own. Nasal passengers filled with the scent of blood, his or hers? I didn't know. I didn't care, my only interest here laid at the feet of the victor. Blood filled with adrenaline… Hmm, now that always went down nicely. As the two man war raged on below it was becoming difficult not to appreciate the brutality of the blonde. It spoke to the darkness I held within. A darkness that until now had thrived alone. Thumbs removed the man's ability to see before a single shot rang out, sending him straight to hell. If I was to act on my hunger then now would be the time. Feet however refused to move, to kill such a dark beauty would be a crime, especially when there was fun to be had. Company was something I had lacked for a long time, not yet ready to introduce myself, I tailed the blonde first from the roof and then from the shadows below. I wanted to see just how dark she was willing to go] Frankie Loveridge, SeductiveBeaut: {I finally move, reaching to grab the collar of my latest victim's shirt. I drag his body a few yards and an odd feel creeps in. Releasing his collar. I allow my gaze to scan my surrounding briefly. My bottom lip juts out as I shrug a single shoulder.} You're losing it Frankie. {Securing my grip in this guy's clothing once again I drag the dead weight to my Truck. I'd put the Aston Martin in storage in Ohio I think. It was not practical so I got something that fit a little better. Dropping the tailgate and pulling back the cover. I fight with a bag of muscle and bone until he is in position. Shutting it all back up I jump in the truck and head to the little cabin I intended to crash at, it was literally 15 minutes away. Grabbing a dusty glass off the side I pour myself a large whiskey. Tilting the glass and it's contents down my throat in a couple of gulps. I set the glass on the sable top and hissed, shaking my head as the burn warmed me. Walking towards the door, I pick up a set of overalls and a hacksaw before heading out to the truck. I pause on the dilapidated porch and slide each leg into the overalls and push my arms through the sleeves. Taking the 3 steps off the porch I open the back of the truck and drag the guy off watching as his body slumps against the ground. With the same process, I drag him out back to a tin shack of a garage. After an hour this guy was limbless and I was beat, all I needed to do now was toss the parts onto a fire and then I could pass out before another day of hits. But first the fire. I rub my forehead with the back of my hand and head out, It shouldn't take too long seen as I was smack bang in the middle of small woodlands.} Stefan Salvatore, CorruptHumanity: [Seeing the blonde drag the lifeless corpse along behind her was entertaining, clearly she cared for the clean up. Why else go to all that effort. As her svelte physique turned back I stepped further into the shadows where no human vision would ever pick up upon my presence. The tricky part came when she made a beeline for a truck, my own mode of transport a few blocks away, parked outside the place I had claimed as my latest place of residence. A darkened gaze swept out, weighing up my options, finally settling on one of the run down vehicles beside the curb. It would have to do. I waited until the truck and the mysterious blonde was nothing but tail lights before stepping out of the shadows and proceeding to break into the car. The task in itself was simple enough and hot wiring the engine had become child's play for me a long time ago. Tailing the blonde at a safe distance, if she saw me now then the plan I was beginning to build up in my mind would never see it's why to fruition. Pulling the car into one of the hedges at the side of the road I stepped out, deciding it was better to go the rest of the way on foot. Booted feet met the ground silently, shoulders hunched forward while attempting to make myself as inconspicuous as I possibly could. Thick brows rose in mild surprise as I drew up to an old cabin, I wouldn't have pegged the woman as the cabin type] What other secrets are you hiding? [Mumbling to myself. I'd reached the cabin just in time to see the woman drag the body around back. Jogging forward to catch up I found an old building around back. Unable to slip inside without making myself known there was little else for me to do, other than settle outside and listen to what was happening within. Being no stranger to the removal of limbs, although my victims tended to still be alive at this point, it didn't take me long to piece together exactly what was going on. Lips lifted into a sly smile, arms rising to fold at my chest following the approach of footsteps. The door swung outwards, hiding my broad frame from sight. The scent of blood once again making nasal passages its home] Tsk, who's been naughty. [Tone low and husky as the blonde moved past without noticing me. Hikes a brow, my head canting to one side while I await her reaction. My hearing focused in upon her heartbeat. The last thing she would be expecting would be company and mine was sure to be unwelcomed] Frankie Loveridge, SeductiveBeaut: {I made a b-line for the outskirts of the woodland. Only to freeze in place as the low tone meets my ears. My hand slowly moves behind me as I force myself turn towards the voice.} You have no Idea. {My gaze scanning the dark surroundings. A small stream of light that just made out the outline of the figure, I could make out it was a guy, his broad shoulders, prominent in the silhouette the crack of light cast over him. Pulling a small concealed blade from holster attached to my belt, taking a small step towards them.} If you're here to kill me, let's get this over with, I'm a busy girl you know. {My tone was firm and confident, not give away how I really felt, but internally I was thrown off guard, this was a safe house, how on earth did they find it for starters.} Stefan Salvatore, CorruptHumanity: [Listening to the way in which her heartbeat picked up, undoubtedly pounding against her rib cage, she’d been running on pure adrenaline for hours now and the effects were wearing off] Oh I have an idea. More of an idea than you realize. [Leisurely footsteps brought me out from the shadows and into what little light the night sky had to offer. It wouldn't be enough for her to see my features clearly but it would be enough to afford her a better picture than the one she had] You intending to gut me Blondie? [Tongues tip, grazing across a lower lip, arms hang in loosely at my sides] Where's the fun in that? Not to mention.. [The sentence trailing off as I took the final step forward, a large hand gripping at the wrist of the hand that held the impressive blade, before she had a chance to react I pulled against her arm forcing her forward until the blade slid into my gut like butter, a small wince my only reaction. For months now I had drunk nothing but human blood, building up not only my strength but my tolerance for pain] ..I'm a lot harder to kill than your friend in there. [Hand released her wrist and returned to my side, while a gaze shifted momentarily to the shack behind me] So, what's it gonna be? Fun or messy? Frankie Loveridge, SeductiveBeaut: {As he spoke he stepped forward and I was on full alert. I almost relaxed when he said about an idea but in my line of work that could mean anything. I stood tall and pushed my shoulders back defensively as he drew closer.} What kind of idea? {With a tilt of my head my curiosity is peaked as my gaze roams over his muscular frame before returning to meet his own.} If you give me a reason too, I won't hesitate. {The confusion was real, was this guy gonna hire me.. kill me.. torture was an option to.} Wait fun? {The second he took that step closer my grip tightens around the hilt, but just as quickly his large hand grasped my wrist. I was about to fight back but he pulled my arm that held the blade, the muscle sliced as he drives it into his torso. I stumble forward and my hand reaches out, gripping his arm to steady myself. Glancing down at the blade then back up at him.} Vampire. I should have known. {His hand move from my wrist, i waste no time in pulling the blade from his torso, my other hand falls from his shoulder. I take a step back and wipe the blood from my blade on my thigh, staining the overalls I had on. I allow a small silence to follow before finally breaking it.} Can't it be both? {My lips curl into a sadistic smile.} I mean it's not fun if you don't get a little messy right? {Turning my back on the stranger, I head towards the woodland to grab the firewood, to finish the job i had started and burn that body.} Stefan Salvatore, CorruptHumanity: [Dark pulsating veins webbed out beneath lower lids as incisors lengthen and sharpened, allowing the girl before me to get a look at the monster that lurked just beneath the surface. The self inflicted wound at my abdomen already healed] Mhmm, you really should have. [I hid my mild surprise beneath a toothy grin, it would appear the blonde was more versed in the supernatural than I first would have expected and the chances were if she knew of vampires then she would also know of vervain. Oh well, it all still worked in my favour, there was always more fun to be had when compulsion wasn't at play. Tipping my head forth in an agreeable nod at the last statement, girl had more fire in her than she showed. A trait I could easily show appreciation for, but maybe not just yet... Arms brought once more to cross at my chest, backing up once more into the shadows, blondie had a job to do and I wasn't the type for manual labour, not when I could slip inside the shack to appreciate the handy work of one so young. The game would continue upon her return..] Frankie Loveridge, SeductiveBeaut: {It had taken an hour to gather enough wood to build a fire big enough to burn the body, but it was worth it. Although, the whole time I wondered what idea this vampire had, I saw him continue to lurk the whole time. I mean what did he want with a twisted girl like me.. I’m sue if he wanted me dead, he’d have attempted it or succeeded by now. Heading back inside the shack I stuff the body parts into a sack, dragging it from the shed to just in front of the fire. Once the bonfire was lit and the flames lapped the wood, hungrily and one by one,  I threw the mangled chunks of my last victim into the centre of it. The warm, amber glow consuming my concentration. Finally snapping myself from my daze, not quite sure where he had gotten to at this point. So I spoke hoping those keen senses he possessed worked in my favour.} So, idea, huh? I’ll grab the whiskey, and you can tell me more. {Turning on my heel I head back into the cabin for a brief moment to fetch two glasses and a bottle and head back outside to the fire, taking a seat on one of the old tires strewn about the area.} Stefan Salvatore, CorruptHumanity: [A hooded gaze followed the retreating figure of the blonde with mild interest, knowing the task she was about to take care of and having little desire to help. Booted feet met the earth below silently, leaving what little light the sky overhead allowed to duck inside the shack. Nasal passages once again assaulted by the stench of blood, the place was filled with it. The interior resembling that of a one man massacre, this woman's style was something to not only be appreciated but also moulded into something greater. With someone such as myself at her side who knew what she could become. A forefinger traced the smooth cut at the neck, neater than any pieces I tended to leave behind. Then again I didn't tend to deal in power tools. Snorting to myself at the image such an idea conjured within the depths of my mind. I had no idea how long I had been appreciating her handy work when the silence was broken by approaching steps and laboured breath. No matter, I simply became one with the shadows of the night again. Leaving the blood soaked shack without her even noticing. Curious as to my location, that was a given, yet if I wanted to watch this mysterious woman who walked a dangerous path then it was best to do so from afar. In truth people such as us tended to work better alone.. at least for a little while. Eyes trailed upon her every move, almost robotic. Her soft features, now lit by the soft glow of the bonfire, were void of emotion. Lips twitched at the mention of liquor. Woman was smart, smart enough to realise I wasn't done with her just yet. Approaching the fire, only once she had disappeared inside the cabin, perching upon one of the upended logs] What would you like to know? [An emerald gaze cast briefly in her direction before returning to the lapping flames once more] Frankie Loveridge, SeductiveBeaut: {My gaze lost on the flames for a moment, my mind raced with the past few hours. I knew I felt, saw someone earlier, before I met him. I set the bottle firmly between my knees and twist the cap off, my other hand balancing both glasses, placing the cap between my teeth and gripping the bottle securely I fill our glasses.. The whole process repeated as I secure the lid back on the bottle before handing this guy one. I pondered his question as I swirl the liquor around the bottom of the glass before glancing over at him} Everything, I mean.. You must want something from me, I’m alive.. {Glancing down at the glass.} So, I figure you want me alive for a reason. You just watched me pop some guys eyes in and then chop and burn the bastard body. {Finally bringing the glass to parted lips I knock back the liquor.} So.. something tells me, you’re either as twisted as I am, or you just like being all creepy lurker around blondes. {A small twitch of amusement briefly curled my my lips. Blowing out a slow breath as I feel the heat of the whiskey Warm my chest} Why don’t you tell me everything. {There was nothing in my features, no fear, no curiosity. I felt numb, like I had for months now, but there was a twinge that pulled at my insides and that was there is a small chance this guy was similar to me, in some sense. Plus, something told me that this could actually turn out to be an adventure, but I wasn’t going to get ahead of myself. I mean, when did that ever happen. Reaching for the bottle once again, I refill my glass, and offer him another.} I’m Frankie by the way. Stefan Salvatore, CorruptHumanity: [Letting silence fall across us once more, broken only by the crackling of wood within the flames and the nocturnal creatures moving within the woodland. There was no rush to speak beyond words that had already been exchanged. While it appeared my gaze was transfixed upon the lapping flames, in truth they watched the blonde's every move from the corner of my eye. Not from fear or concern, I was free of such emotions, had been for a long time. My watchfulness was born out of intrigue. Every move told a story and hers was one of darkness, one I could relate too. Leaning across the space between her seat and my own, a large hand accepted the glass with a short nod] Hmm, that I did. [Focus upon the contents of the glass broken by the joke she'd risked in uttering] I'm more into brunette's.. [Gifts her with the briefest of glances while features display a lopsided grin. Knocking back the liquor I held the liquid within my mouth for a beat before swallowing, savouring its taste that went hand in hand with it's warming burn. To spill or now or tantalize her with drip fed information, that was the question] Stefan. [My name the only thing to pass my lips while I extended my glass forward for the refill, hardly one to say no to alcohol] You're alone, Frankie. So desperately and tiredly alone. Unable to connect with your fellow man. [Emerald eyes bored into her own as if daring her to challenge my statement] Numb to everything life has to offer. Even the kills fail to give you any sort of thrill anymore. [Pausing just long enough to take an indulgent sip from the glass] Am I right? [Hikes a thick brow, already knowing the answer before it was uttered. She was just like a vampire, just like myself, void of any human emotions yet was clearly bound to the mortal coil. Drawing lips into a thin line, refusing to speak further until previous words had sunk in] Frankie Loveridge, SeductiveBeaut: {Ordinarily, sitting in silence with someone who watched me kill, followed me back here, revealing their true nature, watched me burn a body.. Let's say I wouldn’t usually share a bottle of whiskey with them. Let alone feel a sense of calm as I sat in silence with this man. His voice broke through the background noise. The heat from the fire and all the running around I had done had me hot and bothered, Setting the glass down I shimmy out of the top half of the overalls, a soft laugh escaping me at the brunette comment and not a fake laugh to prove I was listening, it was genuine amusement.} Duly noted. {My gaze shifting from the fire to meet his.}  Pleasure, Stefan. {Picking up my drink, I drain its contents. A slight shudder from the burn in my throat, rolling my shoulders. He started to speak once again and as his words filled the airspace, goosebumps rose on my skin, he spoke the truth, for someone I’d only spent a few short hours with, he had seen right through me. Turning my head towards him, our gaze locking. It took me a moment to respond. I couldn’t dispute it. He had called out the parts of me I had been trying to bury for the past month. Grazing my bottom lip with blunt teeth I finally speak.} You have no Idea how right you are. {I don’t know how I managed but I could cut off all emotion at will. Maybe it’s some residue of what I was left behind. I honestly couldn’t tell, but for right now. I was grateful for it.} So, we have established I’m broken in the biggest kind of way. {Deciding to shift my position on the old tire, turning to face him, now only half of my face visible from the amber glow of the fire the other hidden by the shadows of my profile.} What can a fuck up like myself possibly offer a Vampire, if you aren’t going to eat me? {My tone lowering as I reach for the bottle once again.} Stefan Salvatore, CorruptHumanity: [The uncontrolled laughter was the only real emotion I had seen her display in the past few hours and let's face it, I had been watching closer than was entirely necessary. Hand lowering between my thighs to set the glass at my feet, raising my hands once more with palms open as if to warm them by the flames. An action that wasn't entirely necessary, not in my current condition. My veins still thrummed with the blood I had consumed mere moments before stumbling across the blonde in her alley brawl. Her eyes displayed how hard my words had hit home, not needing the verbal confirmation that followed. Features displayed a half smile while I retrieved the glass from beside my feet] I think you'll find I know exactly how right I am. [Hadn't I myself been down the exact same road on numerous occasions? That may have been why I was so taken with her darkness, it had the potential to be molded into something that could possibly rival my own one day] Broken? [Shifting on the upturned log until I was facing her, one side of my face too becoming shrouded in darkness, chuckling lowly to myself as I took in the irony of our appearance. Half in the light, half in the dark. We both straddled two world's in our way] You're not the one who's broken, Frankie. Everybody else is. Flittering from one day to the next with no true purpose. [Tilting the rim of the glass in her general direction as I continued] You just haven't learnt how to truly live yet... But you will. [With the glass raised to my lips I drained its contents and proceeded to hold it before the blonde for a refill] You'll see. [What was quickly becoming a trademark sly smile, took up residence upon darkened features] Frankie Loveridge: SeductiveBeaut {Glancing down at my hands, stained red, well, darker now it had dried. It’s funny how blood can horrify some people and not even phase another, like myself. It was an everyday occurrence. Turning over my hands palms facing up, it looked like I was wearing gloves, the sleeves of the overalls had protected my arms from the same fate. His words once again ringing true as I glance up at him. The glow of the fire casting over him, though his eyes remained slightly shadowed. I let him speak without interruption. His words still held my attention. Now, curiosity was getting the better of me. A purpose..? He was so sure. So certain. A slight frown took hold of my features.} And what makes you so sure? {Leaning down briefly to retrieve my glass, finishing it’s contents. Resting my forearms on my knees, leaning in closer to him. My gaze searching his. Hoping now he would say what he hand been biting back since our first interaction. It was on the tip of his tongue, I wanted to blurt out what I thought he might be getting at but, the stubborn bitch in me was going to make him say it. The truth was though, that nothing had caught my attention of late /nothing/ The hit’s, they were a relief from, well, everything. And it wasn’t enough. Not enough to feed my demons anyway. And now sat with this, Stefan guy. My interest had been caught, what I could learn from this guy.} Well? Stefan Salvatore, CorruptHumanity: [Curiosity spread across her soft features, not yet entirely hardened by the cruelty of life. It was clear the woman before me still held onto a slither of hope, even within her darkest hour. Proof of that lay within how she still remained in my presence, if she was seeking light beyond the darkness, then she had chosen the wrong Yoda. Hero, savior, just a few words that had been tossed in my direction over the centuries. Neither of which I lived up to anymore and nor did I intend to live up to them anymore. Eternal damnation was the only destination on the cards. It was sure to be one hell of a ride too. The silence had once again stretched openly before us. Frankie eager for answers while I simply enjoyed the need she held within] There's no fun to be had with a lecture, Frankie. No one learns in a classroom. [Bites back a laugh following my private inside joke, while I rose to my feet, an emerald gaze remaining upon the blonde] You have to get out in the field. And believe me, it's gonna be one hell of a learning curve. [Offering a hand to aid her to her feet. A gesture tinged with temptation, the first of many tests she would be put through. That was if she dared to take me up on my veiled offer] SeductiveBeaut: Frankie Loveridge {The silence wasn’t uncomfortable, It was clear to see something was being cooked in his mind while we sat there, I had no doubt I’d be drip fed little bits as the evening went on. A dark gaze bore into the fire. I didn’t want to be saved, I could do that all by myself. Now? I wanted to explore the darker parts, the parts I had pushed down, buried for so long. Honestly, I couldn’t care less about consequences right now, I wanted.. No needed to know how far I would be willing to go. Lifting a blood stained hand, I drag my hair from my face, his words breaking the silence. Casting my gaze to meet his, a soft orange glow from the fire flickered in his emerald ones. I listened intently, not a word spoken until he offered me his hand. Reaching out, placing my palm in his, I rose to my feet. A sadistic smile claims my lips.} I never was any good with theory. {My hand lingered in his for a moment before I pull it free.} When do we start? Stefan Salvatore, CorruptHumanity: [Large fingers engulfed her smaller much more delicate hand. It would appear, even in my current state of no emotion, that I possessed something of a trusting face. Women were always so eager to take my hand, temptation truly was a wondrous thing. Lips displayed a pleased grin, one that almost reached my eyes, without hesitation. Frankie may have had no idea what she was about to get herself into but the willingness to blindly follow my lead was something to be appreciated] I'm about to take you so high, you're never gonna want to come down. [Hushed words spoken against the apple of her cheek, liquor soaked breath undoubtedly tickled against exposed skin. Heightened hearing able to clearly pick up on her heart rate, whether it peaked out of fear or excitement, was unclear, the biggest part of me however suspected it was due to the latter. Booted feet sidestepped around the blonde, leading her away from the bonfire of her own creation to where she had parked up earlier on in the evening. Eyes returned to meet her soft features, still able to see clearly despite the lack of light, my hand once holding hers now free and expectantly waiting for the keys I knew she carried in her pocket] I don't ride shotgun. [A lie to a point, on my behalf, if Frankie wanted to learn from my own darkness then she was going to have to give up a little of the control she appeared to love so much]

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Nothing But A Name On The Wall

[For most my life I had stood at the edge of a precipice with my very own demon and angel at my shoulder. Damon, whispering about how the fine line could be walked, how we could be brothers who enjoyed the hunt together. The other, Lexi, with long speeches about right and wrong. How humanity was the shining light of the world. Blah, blah, blah. I had never believed a blonde could be such of a bore. Neither of them could just sit back and let me be. Lexi was out of the picture now, unfortunately there seemed to be a never ending wave of Lexi replacements just waiting in the wings, full of righteousness and good intentions. This played a part in my decision to leave Mystic Falls behind me, there wasn’t a lot of action in the town to keep me truly entertained anyway. I needed somewhere bigger, an all you could eat buffet where no one batted an eye towards the growing number of missing people. Where better than Los Angeles? The City of Angels, where people’s hopes and dreams came to die..

Every night there was a new party, new faces. Fresh blood. Young girls all itching for that big break and not a drop of vervain insight. I compelled my way into the private parties and naturally they all flocked. The air of confidence I wore with each movement drew them in, the girls especially couldn’t resist the allure of mystery. I couldn’t resist the allure of their blood, the thrum of each heartbeat. Some I took as an instant snack, others I toyed with first. Speaking of toys… There she was, the latest in a long line of victims that spanned across my four month stay here, Maria. Her flaming red locks drew back from her face, alabaster skin on full display in the tiny little black number she wore. A svelte little thing of only nineteen with dreams of becoming a movie star, major daddy issues. Her whole life was one big cliché. The moment she spotted me, she weaved her way through the crowed, her hands clinging to the lapels of my jacket. I leaned in to press a kiss against her forehead] Hey, baby girl. [My right hand’s fingertips brushed down her arm, leaving goose bumped flesh in her wake. My hearing picking up the slight increase in her heartbeat as she tiptoed to whisper something in my ear about leaving. A wish I was only to happy to grant, as fun as Maria was, our time together was drawing to an end. My hand lowered from her arm to take her hand in mine while I guided her towards the exit.

After Maria and myself had made a hasty retreat from the party we went back to her one bedroom apartment. It really wasn’t much to look at, not on her wage as a waitress. If I was capable of human emotions, I probably would have pitied the girl and felt the overwhelming desire to help. As it was, all I felt was hungry. With a low guttural growl, I pulled her down onto the couch with me, large hands gripped at her hips, encouraging her to straddle my lap whilst our lips met in a heated kiss. Fueled by my hunger. Her soft moans of arousal held no meaning for me as I focused in on that delicious rhythmic thrum of blood. Tearing my lips away from her own, to trail my kisses against her skin from her chin, across her jawline and finally down to her neck. Eliciting a hunger fueled growl in time with her confession, “I love you, Stefan.” Words that may have been lost to human ears. I halted my kisses at her neck and pulled back to look at her, her soft features etched with nervousness] Yeah, love ya too, baby. [Came my reply, while lips upturned in a sadistic smile. Pulsating, webbed veins appeared beneath lower lids, the bloodlust now clear in my eyes. Her own eyes widened in horror at the sight of my face. Fangs cutting short her terrified scream as I mercilessly tore into her carotid artery, gulping back the warm blood that effortlessly flowed into my mouth. I held her tight in my vice like grip until the struggling stopped and her form went limp in my arms. Her once rouge cheeks now as pale as the rest of her. Pushing her body carelessly aside, I wiped the stray droplet of blood from the corner of my mouth with my thumb and headed back outside. The night was still young and my hunger had yet to be truly sated. A stop at a bar was in order for a little pick me up, male, female. It didn’t matter to me. What mattered was that the blood was warm. No pick me up just yet though, first I had a job to do, a wall to visit, a name to write…]

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Awake

[There was a secret side to me, one that I never let people see, it had been many years since I had fallen this far off track and now that I had, I wasn’t sure I wanted to find my way again. The monster was forever just beneath the skin, awaiting that singular moment where my facade would slip. Now it’s hold on me was stronger than ever, the bars to it’s cage long since rusted. Footfalls paced back and forth across the length of the small square room, fingers raked through hair as I desperately tried to find my way off this current path. “Just take a little. Not enough to kill.. This will be the last time” uttered the voice inside my head, like a mantra, over and over again as my pacing slowed. Right hand dropped from my hairline to my mouth where blunt incisors bit at the nail of my thumb. The taste of the girl’s blood still lingering within my mouth and the scent had already overtaken the cramped air space. Each inhale of breath was torture to my resolve. A resolve that was quickly evaporating into nothing.

For too long I had bound myself to feeding off of animals. The strength their blood gave was nothing in comparison to the euphoria human blood brought. I had been a fool to think that the monster within had been tamed, weakened by such blood. All my efforts had done was to heighten its thirst for blood and all it had taken was that one little taste to send me into a downward spiral. Keeping my downward a spiral a,secret from everyone, it wasn’t something they needed to see. Back when they could have helped was when the nightmare had just began, now.. Now was a different story, the ripper was awake and he wasn’t going anywhere not without a fight.

Was this to be my eternal existence? To feel the pain and grief of my actions? There it was again, the voice inside, urging me to give into the bloodlust and I knew if I did, all the pain, the guilt. It would just go away. There’d be nothing but warmth and satisfaction. My pacing continued, becoming more intense as if something was building up. Dropping the hand from my mouth to hang at my side, a low growl, full of need, escaped from deep within my throat. A growl of a predator who had been starved for far too long. The growl was enough to have my victim attempting to huddle further into the corner, in the hopes that she’d disappear. The frightened sobs that shook her shoulders were lost on me, all I could her was the thump of her heartbeat, pumping the sweet nectar around her svelte physique, now enriched with adrenaline it would taste all the sweeter.

Gums and incisors ached with familiarity as I felt the blood rush, in that moment my pacing came to a halt. Head bowing forward while eyes closed. Instead of taking in deep lungfuls of air in a bid to calm myself as I did other times when the bloodlust rose, I found myself prodding at the sharpened top of an incisor with the tip of my tongue. What was there to save? The monster was awake, more importantly though was the simple fact that I wanted it over with. I was tired of the guilt, tired of the eternal hunger that woodland creatures would never be able to sate. What was it Damon used to say? I was a vampire, it was about time I acted like one..] As you wish brother. [Words past over parted lips, head raising to look upon the brunette hiding away in the corner as my head fell to one side. The tip of my tongue making contact with my lower lip as limbs began moving once more, not to pace this time but instead to close the distance between myself and my prey. As I drew closer she rose from her crouching position, her head violently shaking back and forth as she screamed. The whole show before me produced a satisfied smile. She was right to be afraid. People usually were in their last moments.

Large hands took a hold of her forearms, pulling her body in against my own] Shh.. [Cooing lowly as lips brushed against her cheek moving down onto the curvature of her jawline before coming to a stop at her neck. The scent of her blood danced around me, luring me further in from the taste I had taken earlier. Groaning from anticipation, my jawline dropped, mouth widening in preparation for the twin bite. Teeth sunk into subtle flesh with ease to pierce her carotid artery. The grip at her arms tightening as I took a singular step forward, backing her up against the wall until she was pinned there. Her breathing becoming ragged and the beat of her heart slowed, she was dangerously close to death, I knew this and still I fed..]

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Solo based on book Stefan.

Emerging From The Shadows. [Sunlight filtered down through the leaves of the ancient oak trees, emerald eyes dropped to the limp white form of the rabbit in my hands, regret etched upon my features for I had not meant to drain its life force, I had only wished to take enough to sooth my own hunger. That was the unnerving thing about my very nature, I never knew the extent of my hunger, the lengths I would have to go to in order to satisfy it, or whether to hunt for bigger game. A larger animal would have been able to heal and replenish that which I had taken. From my spot deep within the woods I gently set the lifeless body of the rabbit down upon the dew dropped grass for the other animals to finish off. Everything that lived had to eat after all. Running the tip of my tongue across lips, incisors and gums to ensure no droplets of blood remained, during my journey out of the woods. What I was, was a secret and needed to remain as such. I had grown tired of a life in the shadows, yet even as I made my decision, I questioned my ability to rejoin the world of the light. Having grown tired of being alone pushed me forward, made me determined to at least join the world enriched by sunlight. I wasn't sure why I had chosen Fells Church, Virginia as the place to lay claim to somewhat of a human life, the town itself was young, yet the memories of the past, the ghosts of the past were as real here as the shopping outlets. A respect for one's past was something I appreciated, I could only hope I'd find my place among the people of Fells Church. With resolve set I quickened my pace, I did not wish to be late for my first day at Robert E Lee High school.  After a short drive, I had arrived at Robert E Lee, pulling my black 911 Turbo Porsche into the first available space. Student meandered about, although my mere arrival seemed to have gained quite the audience. Stepping from my car, eyes shielded by sunglasses, I weaved my way through the crowd and into the school, hearing the students whispered comments behind me. A long corridor stretched out before me, students chattering on either side. The leather of my jacket creaked as shoulders raised and rolled back. There appeared to be quite a gathering of students following me down the corridor and to the admissions office. As the new guy on a small town I had prepared myself for their intrigue, going about the task at hand without a,single word to any of them.  The secretary, Mrs Clarke, I think, fingered through paperwork in order to find the correct documents for myself. Knowing no such documents existed, a hand reached up to grasp at my sunglasses, pulling them away from my face. As my gaze fixed upon hers, I sent forward a small probe of power, entering her mind and convincing her that everything was indeed in order. With a smile, her eyes never leaving my own, she handed over a class schedule for me. With a bow of my head, a silent nod of thanks I briefly glanced down at the paper before setting my sunglasses once more upon the bridge of my nose before turning around and leaving the office. The chatter exchanged between the girls in the corridor came to a sudden halt as I paused in the office doorway, without a,single glance in any direction I pushed forward. I had a day of lessons ahead of me.  The school day was drawing to a close and a sense of relief flooded through me, I couldn't wait to be out of the crowded classrooms and corridors, even if it was only for the briefest of moments. There were far too many people, so many mental voices surrounding me that I had started to feel something akin to dizziness. It had been years since I had been among such a great number of people and the pressure was beginning to show. One mind in particular had stood out from the others, I had felt it this morning just outside the office, I had no idea who the mind belonged to, not by sight but I knew without a doubt that I would recognise the powerful personality of the mind should I encounter it again. The charade was almost over, and I had survived the first day, taking comfort from this knowledge, although I was tired and famished. An issue I intended to fix once the final bell of the day rang out.  Finding my last classroom, I slipped inside and took a seat. Almost immediately feeling the presence of that mind again, it thrummed at the edge of my consciousness like a golden light and I inwardly twitched to locate the source by sight. With a deep inhale of breath I allowed my gaze to flitter across the students in a bid to find the owner of such a vibrant mind. Eyes settled upon the blonde sitting just in front of me, it was hers, her mind I had felt earlier and could feel again right now. Blinking, taken aback and somewhat shocked as the girl twisted on her seat to look back and greet me. It took all of my resolve not to cry out, “Katherine”. Of course it couldn't be Katherine but the resemblance was unbelievable. The pale golden hair, the creamy skin, flushing a faint pink at the apples of her cheeks..  Her eyes a darker blue than that of the sky were fixed upon my own as her lips curved into a soft smile. Immediately my head and gaze dropped. I did not wish to think of Katherine nor of the girl before me who looked so much like her. I didn't want to feel the power of her mind anymore either. Blocking my mind as strongly as I could, my gaze remained fixed upon my desk. Despite my best efforts to shield myself from her I could still feel the hurt she felt from my behaviour towards her, not that I cared. Hopefully it would keep this girl away from me.  As the class continued my gaze raised from the desk to settle upon the slender white neck of hers, my tongue running across my gums, recognising the sensual tingling that went hand in hand with a specific hunger, a hunger I refused to indulge. Despite the destruction of the soft yet vibrant mind I had been paying attention to the teacher. Mr Tanner. He paced around the room, choosing victim after victim to bombard with question they didn't seem to know the answer too. It was as if he lived to make others feel worthless, the arrogance of the man. When the opportunity arose for me to correct his off the cuff, inaccurate comment on a historical event arose, I seized it with both hands. Mr Tanner's face flushed red with embarrassment as the bell rang The final bell of the day. Finally I could be out of here and on the hunt for something more substantial than a rabbit. Collecting up my books, my free hand eased my sunglasses once more into place as footsteps directed me towards the classroom door. The mind of that girl still a beacon at the edge of my consciousness, a beacon I intended to ignore and stay away from. It was safer that way. For myself and her]

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The Return.

[Awash with a sudden nervous anticipation as I drove over the town's limits, it hadn't been that long since I last drove down the familiar road, however it had been a long time since I drove to Mystic Falls with the intentions I currently had. For years I had conducted my life in secret, kept as much of a distance from people as the modern day allowed, to keep myself and others safe. Yet here I was, preparing to break the rules I had carefully set out for myself and immerse myself into humanity once more. Zach was expecting me, although he didn't seem too impressed by the notion that this visit would include me setting down roots, there wasn't a lot I could do about that, I had tried to stay away, to forget. But I couldn't, not this time, not her. How ridiculous it would have seemed to just about anyone, a man of my considerable age being drawn to a town over a singular girl. It was almost as if I had returned to being the teenager I had died as. My brother would certainly misinterpret my motives.. that's if he even cared for what I was up too. Although he himself would undoubtedly be drawn to her too. Pulling up outside the boarding house, I stepped out of the car and pocketed the keys, retrieving my single bag from the trunk, I tended to travel light, but here was where my possessions were kept, or at least the things I thought to be important. Taking a brief moment to stare up at the brick walls that held so many memories before finally stepping inside. With my enhanced hearing, I could hear Zach moving around in the kitchen, after what had been a long drive, I was in no mood to sit through one of his lectures as to why this was a bad idea. Instead choosing to slip quietly upstairs and to my room. It was true what people said, you never really realised how much you missed somewhere until the moment of your return. I closed the bedroom door behind myself and tossed the bag into the bottom of my closet, there would be plenty of time to unpack the items later. My gaze moving between my desk chair, where I often sat to write down my thoughts and the bed, a little torn as to which place to settle down. The bed finally winning out by a small margin. Kicking off my shoes, moving towards the bed, I propped one pillow on top of the other before settling down upon the mattress, large hands resting against my mid torso, my line of sight now trailed upon the ceiling. My thoughts all leading back to that one girl. I had spent the best part of the summer learning as much as I could about her, only to hit a dead end. Or at least something I had to view as a dead end, digging any further would only draw attention to myself and this girl. My thoughts drifted from the mysterious brunette who was the living double of someone I once knew, to the days ahead. I was more than a little apprehensive about blending in and living a human life again after so long. There were so many unknown variables at play here, one of those being my bloodlust. I had kept to low populated areas for the past few years and now I was considering going back to high school where I would be surrounded by the steady thrum of blood pumping round the human body all day. Was I out of my mind? I wasn't sure if I was capable of handling all the senses that would reawaken.. the hunger. I smiled to myself as I recalled words spoken to me by my best friend, “You should have more faith in yourself, Stefan”. These were words Lexi had spoken to me on numerous occasions. It didn't matter what I did, how deep I fell, she had always been there to pull me back.  Pushing myself up from the bed, I pulled my shoes back on my feet. It was about time I truly started to earn the belief Lexi had in me and my restraint. The time for hiding away from the world was over, filled with a steel like resolve I strode from my room, it was time the people of the town got a look at its latest resident]

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The Devils In Town.

Katherine Pierce, SpitfireTout: {All my time in life my greatest achievement was my ability to get what I wanted, needed, to survive. Until I didn’t. I ended up here in the dark, wrapped up in the evil and shrouded by darkness that consumed the soul of every vampire. The challenge was to fight that urge, not to let the compulsion consume you. Fact was not that I had no emotions but I had all emotions. I kept them in check, hence I never needed to “turn it off”. Yes, I did horrible things but horrible things were done to me. I was no martyr I was no saint, everyone knew this. I merely had no time to make nice with everyone that crossed my path. Only whom was in my best interest. I had plenty of time to think now didn’t I? Lips pursed in a thin line thoughts wandering to my last days of near redemption. Snatching the sweet innocent doppelganger’s body. Yeah, that was about as fun as watching my daughter die. I could feel the shift in energy before a flicker of light flooded in through the heavy door. There was a door? Wait this was not my own personal hell? Damon, what is Damon doing here? I spotted him on the phone and took the opportunity to distract, shifting between the shadows. “Damon….Damon help me.” A soft snort under my breath. He of course thought I was his sweet Elena, always the sacrificial lamb she was. Slipping past eyes spotted a second man not giving another thought as the door slammed shut. The outside brightness almost blinding me after being in total darkness. Taking a moment to adjust, hand resting on a hip as lips lifted into a wry grin catching #Stefan coming around the corner.} Did you miss me? Stefan Salvatore, CorruptHumanity: [Laced boots paced through the hallways of the armoury. I had done what Damon had asked, I had left him to take care of things on his own, it was something that didn’t sit well with me, having spent lifetimes pulling him from one disaster only for him to run headlong into another. But he was my brother and for the first time since I had roused him from his desiccation, he was doing something for someone other than himself. Only problem now though was there was no way to get Damon back out without Enzo and he’d up and disappeared, assumption being that he had slipped past the three of us,Caroline, Bonnie and myself, gathered together, and headed straight for the vault. Without a word though? To any of us? Something just didn’t sit right. The growing sensation of unease that settled in the pit of my stomach did little to aid with the sudden rush of anxiety. Footfalls eased into longer strides, I needed to see the vault for myself. Clinging to the hope that the door would be open and Damon would be celebrating a job well done right next to Enzo, I could almost picture the scene in my mind. What came next was not something I would ever have anticipated.. Rounding the last corner before the entrance to the vault, a familiar voice spoke up. My forward motion faltering, I drew to an abrupt halt] Katherine.. [Questions raced through my mind, a heavy set brow settling upon confused features. The last any of us had seen of her was when I had plunged the traveler’s knife into Elena’s heart, expelling her from Elena’s body. Bonnie had shared with us all the events that followed Katherine’s attempt to crossover. None of which explained her sudden reappearance] How are you here? [Disbelieving eyes looking around Katherine to the vault door behind her, firmly closed too, unfortunately. Fighting off the temptation to rub at my eyes and prove that she was little more than a mirage. I knew she was real, she was here. The familiar scent of hers had already settled in my nasal passages. Holding my ground, eyes falling once more onto her svelte physique] Where did you come from? [The answer I had known, even before asking the question] Katherine Pierce, SpitfireTout: {Even in the moments before anyone’s eyes fell upon me I knew there would be nothing but utter dismay at my reappearance. Having everything I wanted only to have it snatched away and stuck in the confines of perpetual darkness left a sour taste in the back of my mouth. Even on the verge of redemption I chose manipulation and deception in the end rather than die. Lips donning a classic simper as those verdant eyes landed upon my visage wish such shock.} Ding, ding, ding. The one and only. {More than well aware Stefan and the entire gang would obviously go to any lengths to find Damon I had to keep my cool, or I would be stabbed in the back and killed /again/. Hell, who’s to say I would not be just for kicks? But this was Stefan, he was the logical one, he was the one who asked questions first and acted later.} Where did I come from? Oh, you know just in there. {Hand gesturing, a thumb pointed to the door behind me that was now firmly sealed.} Your brother was a darling and opened the door for me. Always such a gentlemen. Who would have thought he would have reverted back to that? I would go back and get him for you but I’m afraid that must have been a one way trip. {Turning slightly a hand tugging at the heavy door.} Not one budge. Are you going to stab me in the back again, Stefan? I’m sure that’s not really what you want. Besides I’m the only person that knows what lingers behind that door. Stefan Salvatore, CorruptHumanity: [The impulsive side of myself urged me forward, wanting to tear Katherine apart until she gave me some useful  information. It wasn’t fair, that she, of all people got to escape death. Not once but twice. Luckily for us both my  logical side was in control, the only information Katherine would divulge would be what she was willing for me to know.  Her display of nonchalance at the two of us stumbling across the other’s path showed as much. Besides, what other choice did I have, other than that to play nice?] Too evil, even for hell itself, huh? [My attention drawn once more to the vault door, feet moving forward a couple of paces, thoughts already moving on, to just how I was supposed to get it open again] You locked him in? [A surge of rage courses throughout me, veins burning with anger. Eyes became heavily lidded as the rage I felt found itself an outlet in the form of a low, guttural growl and I took a challenging step forward] Thought had crossed my mind.. [Anger seemed to evaporate into nothing, the last of Katherine’s words ringing true in my ears. How did she always do that? Manage to be the only keeper of information that was essential. Was she that lucky or was it just a gift? Moving past Katherine, I took a firm hold of the door myself, giving it a small tug, nothing. Throwing all my strength into it, I pulled at the door again, the result the same as before. Lips parted with an exasperated sigh, my forehead meeting the steel door with a thud] What’s the price? [Speaking only in low tones, knowing that Katherine would hear them quickly enough] For the information you have, what is it exactly that you want? [Open palms pushed from the door, turning on my heel to face her once more. Bonnie and Caroline could continue trying to open the vault while I played nice] Katherine Pierce, SpitfireTout: {I knew better than any that Stefan was surly fighting the urge to rip me limb from limb. Obviously though he would do anything to get his brother back, beside what else did he have beside Damon? His precious Elena choosing Damon over him could not have made Stefan feel all that warm and fuzzy.} Perhaps they were scared I would take over. {Brow lifted as a smug grin etched it’s way over crimson lips.} Or maybe they are just saving all the fun for your brother, we both know he is no saint either. As if anyone thought I was the only one that was destined for hell? {I could not help but watch with a slight amount of anxious glee as Stefan tried so hard to open that door, eyes lingering over his exasperated face as a heavy head resounded against the steel.} Now, you really think I have control over that door? If I could have locked him in I would have let myself out long ago. Sorry about your luck, Romeo. Maybe Damon should have thought about that before he tried to suffocate me on my death bed. I guess there is such a thing as karma and she’s on my side. {All the times Stefan had threatened to kill me he never went through with it, why? Because he cared and deep down I knew he still did even if I was no saint neither was he. And that guilt wore on him like the weight of the world.} Price, you think there’s a price? What information exactly is it you think I gathered in darkness? Stefan Salvatore, CorruptHumanity: [Despite my current state of anger and despair, I found myself snorting at the mere thought of Katherine taking over hell itself. How well she would fit in, command others with a simple flutter of dark lashes. My jaw flexed involuntarily, responding to the next string of words to be uttered, thick brows drawing together in a heavy set frown. Hell may have been a place we were all willing to leave Katherine but it wasn’t somewhere /I/ was willing to leave my brother. Regardless of his past indiscretions, he wouldn’t be left to suffer an eternity alone. Raising a hand to scrub across the back of my neck, shoulders suddenly feeling weighed down with a variety of emotions. The first and foremost of which was guilt. It was after me who let Damon be the one to go into the vault. Sure, it had been at his very own request but that was merely because I had made his efforts of the last few years seem less than adequate, calling into question his every action and decision since Elena had been forced into a slumber. One that was to last the span of Bonnie’s life. Damon was reckless and impulsive, no one knew this better than myself and yet I still allowed him to go into the vault alone. I failed him. Making a quick vow to myself that this would be the last time I let him down. Paying very little attention to Katherine and her talk of karma, feet shuffling forward once more, unsteadily at first but becoming more assured. There was no way to think clearly in such close proximity to the door and Katherine] Katherine, with you, there’s always a price. [Speaking from over my shoulder without looking back. It would be an unnecessary action since Katherine would only be too happy to follow behind me] Don’t play coy, it never did suit you. As for information, you must have learned something useful. You’re the only person to ever escape hell. [Footsteps slowed, giving Katherine chance to catch up] And until I know, all that you do… [Emerald gaze shifted to the side, settling upon Katherine’s delicate features] ..I’m not letting you out of my sight. [It was more of a promise than a threat. Flexing my arm at the elbow, offering it to Katherine whilst we continued forward, through the hallways of the armory] Katherine Pierce, SpitfireTout: {The look plastered on Stefan’s face was more than appeasing considering shortly before I jumped into Elena’s body he had seen the girl that could have been. But she was no more now wasn’t she? Torn and tortured by the darkness that now held the older Salvatore, and I was sure that somehow martyr Stefan felt fully responsible as usual. You would think that after all these years they would both learn we are all responsible for our own decisions, and mine might have been the greatest I have ever made. Generating myself into a creature that would now rise from the ashes like a phoenix and relentlessly claim everything I desired. She would keep her end of the deal and I would keep mine, there would be total chaos and many injustices would be served. After all was that not the devil’s work? Lips twisting into a jubilant simper as an arm linked with his, sure strides far from lacking as a head held high.} Damon sealed his fate the moment he stepped into that vault, surely you of all people know this. And by the way; everything suits me, Stefan. Did you really think hell could keep a girl like me on lock down? {My entire being swelling with gratification as eyes cast out upon the entirety of the armory. Arm in arm with the man who had killed me and was in a small responsible for my now being free once more.} Take me somewhere nice, I’m starving. {Begins to hum “Bad medicine” by Bon Jovi.} Stefan Salvatore, CorruptHumanity: [Fighting back the childlike roll of my eyes, the familiar tune being hummed was now the only sound to be heard. While I had plenty to say, I remained silent. There was so many questions thrumming inside of me that I was left with no idea where to even begin. Being in such close proximity to Katherine was of no help, old feelings stirred to the surface, leaving me to feel more lost and confused than ever. Our goodbyes had been said, twice. The first more caring and somewhat loving than the second time. Not that there was a lot of competition between the two. The second had seen me piercing her heart with a blade and damning her to hell after all. There was no denying the hope her mere presence conjured within me though. If she could be saved, then there was a chance my brother could too. Long strides delivered  us both to outside the armory, relief sweeping across me as eyes fell upon my car, or the car I had acquired for the time being anyway.. Grateful I hadn’t repossessed a motorcycle. Katherine’s tightened grip around my torso was just one of many things I’d be incapable of dealing with right now] Y’know there’s not a whole lot of “nice” around here. Options will be limited. [Before I even realized what I was doing, I had pulled open the passenger door. Pushing it to a firm close once her curvaceous physique was safely tucked inside. Fingers pulled the cell from my back pocket, typing out a quick vague message for Caroline and Bonnie, back inside the armory as I made my way to the drivers side. If either of them learnt of Katherine’s return they would be freaked, and understandably so. For now they could remain in the dark, there was more to learn before I came clean. Returning the cell to my pocket, my broad frame hunkering down, easing myself into the driver’s seat. Favoring silence over the exchange of pleasantries. It was a stroke of good luck that the armory was a few miles outside of Mystic Falls, Katherine’s reappearance would only bring Elena-esque questions from the locals. Turning the key into the ignition, pulling the car out of the parking space, I headed for the only place I could think of, that would serve the food Katherine would eat. Human or vampire, she had never been one for junk food. How had she referred to it? …“Packaged poison”? It didn’t matter, just a few miles down the road was a bar that specialized in home cooking, Alaric had raved about the place on a few occasions] Katherine Pierce, SpitfireTout: {I was not yet positive of what feelings were dwelling around that pretty little head of his, yet. But it was clear that there was more to all of this than met the eye. Perhaps Stefan thought he was merely distracting me but alas Damon would only need to find his own way out and would have to pay the price himself. It would be held upon no one’s shoulders but his own. Stefan, Elena, Bonnie, none of them could save Damon. Only Damon could save Damon. Eyes cast upon the car I didn’t recognize as the door was pulled open.} You got rid of your Porsche? {Arm slipping free a hand tapped lightly against his jaw.} I’m sure you can make due.{Quietly slipping into the passenger seat, I was sure he thought he was being slick but I noticed everything. Eyes lingering to Stefan as he slipped in skeptical as ever flipping the visor down to check myself in the mirror.} Well I’m sure the company will make up for the lack of atmosphere, right? {Lips drawing up into that classic simper that said I know what you are up to and you’re not going to win.} Stefan Salvatore, CorruptHumanity: I burnt it out. [Shoulders hunched forward before rolling back, forming a nonchalant shrug. Not offering Katherine anymore of an explanation than that. It was a long and tedious story anyway. My jaw involuntarily flexed against the unexpected touch of delicate fingers, declining to respond in any manner. The air of the car was already thick with tension, undoubtedly the majority of which came from me. Katherine was a face, I had never expected to see again and aside from the hope it instilled for my brother, I wasn’t sure what else I felt in regards to her return. Emerald gaze shifting to settle upon Katherine for the briefest of moments, returning once more to the quiet road] Your company is something which only you tend to enjoy. The rest of us.. [Sucks in a wincing breath, leaving the rest of my sentence unfinished. Sure that Katherine was more than capable of filling in the blanks for herself. After just twenty minutes in the road, we had reached our destination. Pulling up into the first available space, I withdrew the key from the ignition. From the exterior of the bar, it seemed as though Alaric’s praise of the place was warranted. It did appear to be promising, in my eyes at least. Who knew what Katherine would make of it. Clambering out of the car, booted feet met the concrete silently. A small shove to the frame had the door swinging to a close. Forearms rested lightly against the car’s roof, thick brows raising while I addressed Katherine] Is it good enough for her evilness? [Lips displaying a cheeky smirk whilst long strides made it around the car and to her side] Katherine Pierce, SpitfireTout: {Neither tension nor Stefan’s lack of adoration would rile my feathers, I had my own plans and in the end….things would be as they were met to.} Burnt out? I would think you’d do anything to fix that thing but okay. {Offering a nonchalant shrug at Stefan’s next quip.} Is that supposed to hurt my feelings, Stefan? I meant me enjoying your company, besides you are taking me out. What more could a girl ask for? {The quietness of the drive was more than annoying considering where I had been but alas I would be getting my way soon enough. Good things come to those who wait. And as for what the others thought of me, well that was of no consequence. I detested them too. My entire existence I had to look out for myself. Who’s to say if I had an adoring family, friends and never been outcast to another country on my own that I would not have been a different girl; the one that Damon and Stefan thought I was when they first met me. An irritated sigh spilling past crimson lips as eyes settled upon the promised location. Was every restaurant around here a grill? At least there were plenty of people there, little flies I could draw into my web of deception. Flipping up the visor and shoving the door open of my own accord to meet his gaze with the purest of graceful smiles.} I knew you would remember everything about me. {Once more looping an arm through his and heading towards the front door, eyes pinned on the crowd already sussing out my toys.} Stefan Salvatore, CorruptHumanity: [Thick brows furrowed together as if thinking, although it was all for show] What’s that well known saying again..? Know your enemy. That’s it. [Brows waggled whilst I briefly turned my emerald gaze upon Katherine. Free arm reaching forth to push open the door to allow us both entry. The predatory look she gave all those inside didn’t escape my notice] No killing. [Having dropped my tone to a husky whisper, one that only she would hear. To ask her not to feed entirely right now would be ridiculous, she hadn’t eaten anything in god knows how long. The best I could hope and ask for was that she would leave her meal breathing when done. Long strides guided us both to a quiet booth set into one corner. Releasing Katherine’s arm from my own whilst I slip into the seat, nudging the menu that’s set in the center of the table over to her, allowing her to cast a gaze over the meal choice first. Not yet knowing if I myself could stomach anything. The internal turmoil I felt over the loss of my brother remained, twisting my insides into knots and the only thing I could do, was to play nice and hope the answers sat across from me. Silence quickly becoming a constant between Katherine and myself until I caved and spoke first] Anything grabbing your attention? [Eyes drifted from Katherine to the menu and back again. A feeble question under the circumstances, yet it was the only one that came to mind. To push her too far too fast would see her shut down on me completely and I needed her. More than I cared to admit, even to myself] Katherine Pierce, SpitfireTout: {The interior of the restaurant was less than appealing for ‘nice’ but it was short notice. I suppose it would do, considering the crowd I was pleased. Besides with one of my favorite toys on my arm and being back here I was not complaining. Who am I kidding I always get what I want and this was quite the ideal situation in comparison to what Stefan had in mind I was sure. Lips donned a pristine simper at his words.} Afraid I’ll blow your cover, hero? {Slipping into the dim booth across Stefan, eyes cast down upon the unruly menu with faux interest. I would not put the majority of this trash in Stefan’s rabbit’s stomach much less my own, perhaps I would pick at the Salmon salad. I was more than sure Stefan thought I was completely oblivious to everything that had happened while I was dead so to speak. But making deals has it’s perks. Not that I was not secretly thrilled Elena was out of the picture but only Satan knew what Sybil was having Damon do. As far as I was concerned the Salvatore’s were /my/ toys and I was not beyond double crossing the devil’s servant to get what I wanted. Chin resting in the heel of a dainty palm as lips lifted into a coy grin, eyes glimmering through thick lashes.} Oh I see something alright. {Turning the menu around to shove it towards Stefan waiting for a small group to pass before edging across the table to speak.} You know I’ll find them, right? Your little gang is never safe from me, I don’t care what it takes to get what I want. Stefan Salvatore, CorruptHumanity: [Eyes cast down to the polished finish of the wooden table while Katherine took her sweet time perusing the menu. Food was something I had no appetite for, neither of the solid or liquid variety. Fearing I’d be unable to keep anything down even if I did partake in the unnecessary activity of eating. Fingers interlocked with each other as forearms rested against the table, raising my head at Katherine’s words] Is that supposed to worry me? [Shakes my head slowly whilst a mildly amused smile lays claim to my lips] These threats, never do change, do they? [Allowing my head to fall to one side, my gaze drinking in that of Katherine] You never change. I thought you had once, back when you were human and dying.. [Reaches across the table to lightly cup at her cheek] I believed I’d seen the girls that I thought you were when we first met. [Pulls my hand back from Katherine’s cheek] But you’re the same selfish, manipulative bitch that you’ve always been. Acting up any time you don’t get what you want. [Leans forward in my seat, forearms bracing against the table once more] Tell me, Katherine. What exactly is it that you want this time? [My whole demeanor coming across more blasé than I felt deep down. Katherine was dangerous, not worrying for the safety of my friends would make me a fool] Katherine Pierce, SpitfireTout: {Eyes flicked up to the waitress as she approached, lips expelling a slightly irritated sigh.} I think I will have the Cesar salad but with Salmon and my friend here {Lips gracing a playful smile at Stefan.} How about a gyro. {Pronouncing it so it sounded more like “hero” than it’s proper name. The word was always slaughtered by Americans. “Sure, I’ll have the right out.” The perky auburn replied scribbling on her notepad before wandering off.} I was changing, Stefan, I was dying. But things get complicated when you get sucked into oblivion and forced to face an eternity of never ending wrongs and self doubt. {Eyes remaining cool and void of any emotion that would give away my intent.} I’m going to powder my nose, don’t worry I promise not to eat the patrons. {Slipping from the booth I headed towards the corridor, only one thing on my mind. I knew Sybil had a hold of Damon and no one was able to do anything. Little did I care what they thought of me or what Damon thought of me. But I would be damned if I was about to let this siren bitch think she was taking what was mine. Strutting right into the men’s bathroom I turned the lock on the door, hand splayed across a burly chest as mocha irises met the man’s gaze. Pupils dilating as words filled the still air. The information given to him, how to get to the armory, how to gain access to Bonnie Bennett.} You will kill her, no matter what it takes. {I didn’t much care if the witch died or how anyone felt not that I was excited Elena would be back but it was necessary. I would rather have her than let Sybil win. Lips perching into a sweet simper as my hand patted against his chest.} Got it? Good. {Unlocking the door and slipping back out and into the booth across Stefan.} I think in the long run…..you will thank me. Damon Salvatore,  DamonSexy: I was compelled to her, the sweet innocent sound of the mysterious women. In a bit to stop the horror that was infecting our town i found myself becoming a slave to it, my hands trailed along the inner walls that were the chambers of the armory. My head told me to run, the light just inches away, the voice in my head told me the opposite, my feet began moving forward until eventually I was gone… I killed, one by one I brought those who inflicted the most pain to their deaths. Of course I made the situation fare, two people would fight to live, each one baring their worst secret, the one who did the worst would be eaten by whatever hid in the pool of blood, the one who didn’t well the kind person I was, I’d merely inflict a quick death so they couldn’t cry wolf on what we’d done to their fellow friend. Killing had become somewhat a hobby, the voice in the back of our minds continuing its demand on flesh, all until the body appeared, a blood-stained women, pretty to the eye. Both I and Enzo stood astonished and questioning what our involved would now be. A downbeat bar, the perfect place to find innocent people to pray on. Each coming to drink away their problems or hide their biggest secrets in the bottom of a glass. My feet hit the wooden floorboards with a louder than necessary thump, my eyes searching for the hopeless soul’s wondering what next person would see their end. Stefan Salvatore, CorruptHumanity: [Grows quiet for the duration of the waitress stay at our table. Eyes focused only upon Katherine. If I didn’t remain alert and guarded then there was no guarantee that the poor waitress would leave the table side alive. Flashing Katherine a wry smile in response to her little quip, not once allowing her to truly distract me. Only once the order has been scribbled down and the waitress moved out did I allow myself to begin to relax] And what? [Lifts a brow] You had no choice, is that it? Trouble is Katherine, you always have a choice. You just enjoy making the wrong one. [A twinge of anger added an undertone to my voice, surprising even myself. I hadn’t believed I’d missed her, not even a little bit but I was wrong. A small part of me had missed her. Not the girl in front of me, no. The girl who had taken her last human breath in the four walls of my bedroom. Opening my mouth a little, intending to question Katherine over her Hell experience, I found myself left alone, mouth wide open whilst she made her excuses and left. She had been gone for longer than was necessary, or at least it seemed that way, returning to the table when I was just about to go in search for myself] Thank you? [Brows furrowed with confusion] For what, exactly? Speaking in nothing but cryptic riddles? Do you actually have anything worthwhile to share? Or are you just wasting my time? [Patience was wearing thin and I was having a little trouble hiding that fact] Katherine Pierce, SpitfireTout: Tut tut {Lifting a single finger to press against Stefan’s lips.} One does crazy things when they are in love, like…I don’t know {Lips curling up into a wry grin as eyes gleamed with adoration at the memory.} allowing a vampire to feed on them. Sound familiar? {No one knew better how to press Stefan’s buttons than I did, how to play with that little switch he was always toggling. But somehow I always managed to get him to keep it on when others pushed him to turn it off.} Now would I waste your time, Stefan? Do you have any idea where Damon is or what he might be doing? {Brows arching skyward as eyes remained focused on Stefan’s obviously irritated gaze. In this very moment I knew the man I compelled was on his way to the armory to kill Bonnie Bennett which would awaken Elena. Apparently I was the only one who knew Damon did have enough love in him to save him from eternal damnation, even if it was for my vanilla doppelganger. I was no martyr but I did know that Stefan needed his brother.} Is spending time with me really that painful, Stefan? {Leaning back into the both a graceful smile as the food was slid onto the table.} Thank you. {Unraveling the silverware I began to pluck at the plate thoughtfully.} No rules, Stefan. Damon Salvatore, DamonSexy: Music echoed around the room, the downbeat bar rather appealing inside, the decor dated yet rather full for  mid-afternoon drinks. Placing one foot before the other I let my body prop against the bar, sliding my palms out beside me as I let my gaze follow the sound of the music, my head dipping slightly to one side as the corner of my lips curved into a small but visible smirk. “This is not an alarm, one of you lucky lot so what lucky person wants to win the jackpot?” All eyes rest on me, I was in full power, to do as I wished. The jobs having it’s perk, killing was no longer frowned upon in the eyes of me, it was my job and with the boss in plain sight I couldn’t disappoint now could I?? With one swift move of my palm the head of the not so innocent rolled on the cobbled ground, blood finding its way in every nick and cranny. One down and an endless number to follow, my get out of hell free card just inches away from my reach. Stefan Salvatore, CorruptHumanity: [Lifts a thick brow] Compulsion. Sound familiar? [Clearly mocking Katherine’s tone, maybe not my best or smartest move but time was running out and she still held all the cards. Head canting to one side] You know I don’t. If I possessed even the tiniest bit of knowledge as to what or where Damon was right now then I wouldn’t be here. [Eyes darkened, anger thrumming just beneath the surface. Anger which threatened to take control until we were once again interrupted by the waitress who had returned with the food. Leaning back into the booth, attempting to present an air of calm while fingernails dug into the skin of my palms, almost hard enough to break through skin. After what seemed like an eternity of waiting the plates had been set down upon the table and the waitress was retreating again] Damn it, Katherine. [An open slammed down with a loud thud on the table, an animalistic growl escaping from deep within my throat] No more games. You either know where Damon is or you’re wasting my time. Now which is it? [Raising half out of my seat, ready to leave should Katherine insist upon continuing with this charade. Damon needed my help and there was no time to waste. The hand that wasn’t braced on the table had eased into my pocket, preparing to retrieve my cell and call the girls back at the armory] Katherine Pierce, SpitfireTout: {Lips continuing to hold their classic simper, I would not allow Stefan to shake me. Leaning across the table fiery hues bore into a verdant gaze.} Oh, right you’re still insisting I compelled you to love me. It’s so adorable that you can’t take fault for your own actions. No wonder Damon promised you an eternity of misery. He knows it’s your fault and not mine. {Picking once more at the plate in front of me as shoulders lifted into a shrug.} Stop being so pushy, hero and eat your Gyro. {A soft snort departing lush lips as one hand reached across un-clenching his hand.} Now why would I want to give away all my secrets and ruin everything? Maybe I want to be the good guy. {Lips pursing awaiting some witty come back as at this moment the man I had compelled was at the armory. Driving his way into Bonnie, blood spewing from each person that tried to save her but I told him not to give up. I didn’t care if he died it was no matter. But Bonnie technically dying and Elena waking up was the only thing that would snap Damon out of this ridiculous siren spell.} Good things come to those who wait, Stefan. Damon Salvatore, DamonSexy: My own company was becoming my own worst enemy, even with no humanity you could never hide the little voice in your head that demanded more lives each time you could hear the clock tick. My hands ran the length of the empty, bloodstained bar I wondered how long it would be before Stefan hit the road, him and his protective manner to save me from myself never failed to strike me as amusing. Pressing one foot before the other I found exit of the bar, with one swift move of my thumb I pressed down on the match, flicking it into the open door of the bar and watching as the place went up in flames, covering my tracks something Stefan always failed to do. No sooner had the bar becoming nothing more than a pile of ash was it that I hit the road was once, the open stretch a disappointment to say the least but the further away from Mystic Falls I got the further away from being found I was. Sliding my naked finger along the dialing code of my cell Stefan’s number becoming a most popular, when would my sweet, dear brother get it through his head, I wasn’t out to be found. Stefan Salvatore, CorruptHumanity: [Snorts out a laugh, head dipping forward for a fleeting moment] You’re a little late on home truths, Katherine. Me and Damon covered that part of our past a long time ago. [Shrugging a shoulder into a nonchalant half shrug] Both of us agreed on your irrelevance. [Nails bit deeper into the flesh at my palm while Katherine continued to mock the situation I now found myself in. It tool all my strength to stop myself from recoiling at the touch of Katherine’s hand] Good guys don’t play games and they don’t leave people to suffer. [Pauses in the removal of my cell from my back pocket to toss a handful of bills onto the table, covering the cost of the untouched meal] Enjoy the free meal Katherine. I’m done here. [Without another look on Katherine’s direction I picked my way through the crowd to the exit. A sense of urgency settling within me as the call to the armory failed to connect. Stopping beside the driver’s side of the car, thumb scrolling through the list of contacts until Damon’s details flashed along the screen. It would undoubtedly be a futile effort and yet I couldn’t stop myself from hitting dial. Long limbs easing into the driver’s seat, clinging to the hope that there would be an answer] Katherine Pierce, SpitfireTout: {Were Stefan’s words supposed to hurt my feelings? I hoped he knew by now that I was not so easily shaken. Eyes cast on Stefan as he slipped outside, knowing his attempts would be futile. I was not simply a vampire now, no I was more. I suppose you could say rising from the ashes of hell had it’s perks; I was the metaphorical phoenix. Mind reaching out, making a connection to witness the scene in the armory as a pleased grin swept across crimson lips. Every attempt made to stop the man I had sent failed, he was ruthless, fast and agile. Covered in wounds and blood. His large hand clasping an artifact that looked somewhat like a tuning fork, plunging it into Bonnie’s chest just as Caroline managed to snap his neck. Enzo capturing Bonnie’s collapsed body in a panic forcing his blood into her mouth. I could not help but release a soft laugh, as I began to slip from the booth. Interrupted by the server.} “Do you need a to go box?” No, I have an urgent errand, keep the change. {Outside I compelled a man for the keys to his car, it was an older model Audi but a girl had to take what she could get. Adjusting the mirrors I swiftly headed towards Elena. I could feel that she was rousing, I didn’t care if it was too late for Bonnie. Damon and Stefan were /my/ toys not Sybil’s and if I had to bring Elena back to get what was mine then it was done.} Damon Salvatore, DamonSexy: Sinking my body down onto the cobbled wall outside the bar, my hands sinking into my inner pockets of my leather jackets. My eyes glare into the distance seeking some kind of answer to my unknown question, I was oblivious of the world around me and right now that wasn’t a bad thing. Blood stained my clothes from my earlier feast, I’d well and truly taken a leap into the world of Stefan with my untidy dinner manner, little did I care for the glaring looks of people who dare look my way. With one swift leap I jumped from the body high wall, from one gloomy location to the next. I began wondering how far Stefan would go to try and save me, that or would he finally get the picture that I had no intentions of heading back home to Mystic Falls. Kicking one foot before the other I went on my one man army tour, seeking out poor individuals who’d make for a rather tasty midnight snack. Stefan Salvatore, CorruptHumanity: [All efforts to reach Damon so far had failed. He no longer took any of my calls and Katherine was of no use, too busy playing her usual games to even care for my plight. Hell, even a simple locator spell was out of the question. Bonnie’s magic was gone and Damon was probably lost to us, possibly for good. My foot hit the gas harder, tires screeching out their protest as I was filled with a sudden sense of urgency. Something wasn’t right, I knew it in my gut. Why the charade in the bar? It wasn’t usually Katherine’s style… unless of course it was a mere distraction. Pulling up outside of the Armory, I bolted from the car, door left wide open and the engine still running. Inherent vampire reflexes drew me to an instant halt just within the doorway] Bonnie..? Caroline..? [There came no response, only the sweet scent of blood that cling to nasal passages. Pushing myself forward, allowing the blood lust to guide me down the halls. Eyes widened as an emerald gaze fell upon the bloody scene before me. Tears stained the cheeks of both Caroline and Enzo, while Enzo cradled what appeared to be Bonnie’s lifeless form. The male body at Caroline’s feet was one I didn’t recognize] Elena… [Her name falling from parted lips in a hushed whisper, even as I turned on the heel of my boot, intending to make a quick exit. There was no time for questions or explanations, I had to get to the Salvatore boarding house and fast. Pausing just beside the door of the car, fingers scrambling within the confines of a pocket for my cell. Sure, Damon wasn’t taking my calls but hopefully he was still retrieving his messages. Thumb pads quickly typing out a message. “It’s Elena, she’s in danger..” There wasn’t much more information I could offer. Damon may have stopped caring about his friends and myself but he would never stop caring for her. After hitting send, I slipped back into the car, speeding off in the direction of home. I needed to get to Elena before Katherine did] Katherine Pierce, SpitfireTout: {Lips furled into a perfectly pleased grin as I reached my destination, Elena. Her eyes fluttering open and the first face she was to see not Damon, Stefan or Caroline, no me. Lips tipped up in a taunting grin as I spoke.} Time to wake up sleeping beauty. {Her ever so innocent doe eyes narrowing as a hand tried to grasp for me but I simply clasped her body back against the plush interior.} Tsk, you’re back to being a fragile human again, don’t think you can get an upper hand on me. “Katherine, how are you here, what did you do?” {Her look becoming more worrisome than glad to be roused from her slumber.} I did what was necessary. {Fingers pressing against the flesh of her throat.} To break lover boy from his killing spree, See he’s forgotten you, you have been erased from his consciousness. But I know that somewhere in his mind he still remembers. And if seeing you will break this fucking love spell this bitch has over him then well, that’s exactly what I’m going to do. {Yanking Elena up from the coffin as I slipped the phone from my pocket, I had snagged Damon’s recent number from Stefan’s contacts. I knew seeing Elena in my grasp would certainty pull Damon out of whatever spell he was under.} This is going to hurt, and I’m not sorry. {Sliding back chestnut locks as fangs extended piercing into supple flesh, making sure both faces were in the snapshot. I think her blood was sweeter than the sickeningly sweet relationship she seemed to share with the people she loved. Pulling back before too much was taken, I secured her to a chair sending the shot to Damon. - Better make a pit stop to come save your girl. Love, Kitty.} Damon Salvatore, DamonSexy: One step, two step, three step, four, this was my only way of not losing it completely. I’d some how managed to persuade myself that life with the she devil wasn’t so bad. The endless number of calls from Stefan were becoming somewhat worrying, on his side. With dawn breaking overhead I sat back in the rather displeasing armchair my hands gripping the bourbon bottle, half full from the previous day, my other hand I slid it within the fabric of my jeans pulling my cell to see what tales my brother had to say today, all of which seemed rather dull until I saw her name, Elena Gilbert, the women i’d felt something for but knew nothing of, her face a blank image in my mind. Pushing my body upright in an attempt to question what was right, to flee and head back out to Mystic Falls, see what this girl had over me or to sit back and continue my one way ticket out of hell?? Breaking the cap once more on the bottle, trying to hide my worries in the bottom of the glass, until I saw the picture, Katherine Pierce the one true bitch herself she’d managed to even out-do herself this time. Blood ran the length of Elena’s neck even now she just couldn’t resist putting her foot in business that just didn’t concern her, unless of course my brother had worked his magic and made her tremble as always. Pushing my fingers down on the keypad, going straight through Stefan direct to the ring master, hearing the dialing tone I let my body lift pacing from one side of the room to the other..“Just when i thought my day couldn’t physically get any worse i had to see a message from you. Now tell me, what does Katherine Pierce want with Elena Gilbert??” letting my voice break as i waited patiently for the answer I longed to know. Stefan Salvatore, CorruptHumanity: [The sense of urgency within me never subsiding during what seemed to be an everlasting journey from the Armoury to the Salvatore boarding house. Who knew what new tricks Katherine had up her sleeve. Human, vampire? It really didn’t matter, Elena would be of no match for her, few ever were. Katherine was deadly and smart, there was no line she wouldn’t cross. Pulled abruptly from my own thoughts by the ringing cell in my pocket, fingers fumbled to retrieve it while attempting to maintain the car’s speed, with no time to check the caller ID I hit connect and brought the cell to my ear. Urgency only mildly interrupted by a sense of relief upon hearing my brothers voice] That’s more of a question for Katherine herself, don’t you think Damon? [Why my brother had chosen this moment to ask questions I had no answer to alluded me] Wait. How do you know about Katherine? [Thick brows furrowed even as features became etched with worry, the message to my brother had mentioned only Elena. Clearly Katherine had contacted him as well since no one else knew of her return] Forget about it, it doesn’t matter. [There was no sense in getting lost in inconsequential facts, not when Elena’s life hanged in the balance] If there’s even a small part of you that is even curious about what Elena means to you, then you’ll come home, brother. Before it’s too late. [With that I hung up and tossed the cell onto the passenger seat, pulling the car to a stop outside of the boarding house. My entrance to my home containing more caution than my bolt into the armory had. Something telling me that Katherine had gotten here first. Tentative steps brought me further into the living area] Katherine… [An emerald gaze falling to Elena, secured to one of the antique chairs, clearly dazed and confused. Open palms raised, less in a show of surrender and more to show Katherine that I had come unarmed] You don’t have to hurt her. [My forward motion coming to a slow halt, not wanting to make Katherine feel trapped by getting too close] Katherine Pierce, SpitfireTout: {Eyes skimming over Elena’s now slouched frame as blood seeped from punctured flesh, a tissue swiped across plush lips. I was sure that seeing that image would rouse a suspicion in Damon and that by now Stefan knew something was wrong. Circling around I poured myself a little drink as I awaited the pending reaction. All this time spent fighting over one girl, human turned vampire and now a simple fragile little human again. Free hand palming her clean shoulder as I leaned forth, whiskey tinged breath singing against her face like a dark lullaby.} Does it make you feel special, to have your little scooby gang looking out for you, to twine the Salvatore’s around your little finger? You think you’re so much better than me? {Lips curling into a taunting simper.} I’m better at being me than you will ever be at being you, I don’t simply survive day to day, depend on others. I /thrive/ I do whatever it takes to make my life /my/ life. I’m sure you know by now what I had to do to get you to open those ever so innocent looking eyes. {Coming back to a full stand, tipping my glass back just as I heard silent steps followed by Stefan’s voice. Feet crossing as I spun around, face still poised in a classic simper.} Oh, hero Stefan showed up first, welcome to the party. {Lifting my glass up as if in toast.} I don’t /have/ to, but how else will we break Damon out of that mental prison he’s in? Aren’t you growing tired of having someone else be in control? {Brows perking skyward as I stepped closer, unafraid I knew I had the upper hand.} You honestly don’t think I actually drank her blood do you? Do I look like I want to be human again? I think not. Let Damon think he can get an upper hand on me. {Hand patting against Stefan’s chest as eyes lit with intent.} Like I said, in the end you’ll thank me. Damon Salvatore, DamonSexy: My head told me one thing, my heart the other. To flee back to Mystic Falls the town I turned my back on so long ago or to continue on the wide stretched road and let Katherine Pierce rip out Elena’s throat. No sooner had the sound of Stefan’s voice broke over the other side of the phone was it that I truly began to question myself, a thump to the stomach, a dagger to the heart, everything felt so alienated even to me. As the line went dead I pushed the cell into my jacket pocket, my fist clenching as it met the hard service of the nearest wall. Before I even had time to question myself or that of my own action I was heading south, back towards home. My legs broke into a sprint, dashing my way through the woodland, my breath running away with itself until eventually I could see the flickering lights in the distance, the sound of voices echo through the walls. I’d finally be able to get this girl out of my head. Pushing my body forward I let my feet take control, step by step I grew closer to the entrance of the boarding house, my hands hitting the surface of the door, with a gentle push I could see the flicking of two shadows on the floorboards. My eyes glare towards Katherine, her cocky smile clearly a plan worked well in her eyes, then Stefan my younger brother who’d clearly worked his magic well. Allowing the corner of my lips to slowly curl, a soft tone rolling its way off my lips “hello brother” merely dismissing the fact that somehow Katherine Pierce had worked her way back. Stefan Salvatore, CorruptHumanity: [Tensions ran high within the boarding house, or was that within just myself? It was hard to be sure under such delicate circumstances, once I would have known how Katherine would play this game, but now, after a stint in hell itself? Who knew what could happen] There’s another way, Katherine. There always is. [Bringing palms together in front of my chest in a movement akin to that of a plea, gaze shifting from Katherine to the bound Elena and back again. Standing my ground as Katherine encroached upon my personal space] If you hurt her then Damon will be lost to us both /forever./ [Eyes searched her own dark gaze hoping that my words had somehow held some form of an impact. Before I could attempt to persuade her further I was interrupted by the arrival of my brother] Damon.. [Not all that sure if it was after all a good idea for him to be here at all. Judging by the nonchalant air around him and the blank features, he remained as uncaring as when we had last spoke. Large hands gripped at Katherine’s toned upper arms, turning us both until Damon had a clear line of sight from where he stood to the helpless Elena. Her delicate features marred by confusion, no one could blame her for such. Things had more than fallen apart since she slept. Slowly releasing my hold upon Katherine, my focus held upon my brother, wondering how the sight of the girl he loved would affect him, if at all..] Katherine Pierce, SpitfireTout: {All that tension and worry for little lost Elena boiled up into one swift movement of Stefan’s hands, the words rolling from his lips like sap dripping from a freshly cut branch. Lips jutting into a faux pout as hands clasped over his, leaning in only to whisper in the still air.} But she’s already hurt, Stefan. Look at her, she woke up and the first thing she sees is me. Ripping into her throat and sending the picture to a man that’s forgotten about her. The man she thought was madly in love with her and going to wait for her. {Lips pursed before lifting into a coy grin as eyes gazed from his at Damon’s sudden arrival. Knowing he had heard the entire conversation, heeled feet striding round Stefan allowing agile digits to tauntingly tap across Damon’s shoulders.} Look who decided to show. Are you here for the main course or just for dessert? {I never told Damon I loved him but at one point I did, and I knew Stefan needed Damon. Perhaps I would always be too damn selfish to ever tell Damon I had ever had true feelings for him. But I would be dammed if this siren bitch would get to make him her monster. Damon was my creation, only he got to choose his fate.} We both know Stefan is the better brother. Isn’t that why you’ve been avoiding him, because you think you can keep him out of hell? Do you want to kill me, Salvatore? {Leaning up to whisper against his ear, my tone low and taunting.} She’s not me, who is she to you? Feel…….{Blurring back to Elena fingers twisted into chestnut locks as I yanked her head to the side. A soft whimper pleading from her lips.} Game on, Salvatore. Your move. Damon Salvatore, DamonSexy: I merely watched from a distance, so long i’d been away and my absence clearly seemed missed on my brother account. An endless list of questions rang in my mind, why Katherine was back the main one. Letting my feet press against the floorboards as I swiftly move through the archway breaking one room from the other. I felt something, a small drop of hope breaking through my stomach, the horrific pain something I didn’t want to let break free was it her?? the sweet, innocent Elena Gilbert who clearly my brother thought would be able to save from my crazy streak. Blood pour from the gash on her neck, clearly Katherine’s doing, the smirk on her lips a tell all. Letting my head dip aside as I finally allowed my lips to break. “what happened to starters Katherine?? We skipping a course??” My body slowly edged deeper into the room, my brother holding Katherine in place, I could just about make out the fingertip marks on her skin. Letting my body come to a sudden stop in front of Elena’s body, the tip of my fingers running the length of her cheek, my head questing what hold she had over me. Keeping myself just inches away from her body I let my attention shift slightly “do you thing she can save me Stefan??” unable to look in her eyes too long, she held answers, ones that I wanted answering for so long I was just too scared to ask them out-loud. Stefan Salvatore, CorruptHumanity: [Jaw set as it appeared Katherine intended to pit brother against brother, all this talk over which was better. But were either of us worthy of the title? In our long history we both had taken countless lives, what made his crimes greater than my own? I remained silent, unwilling to make it easy for her to get us to turn on each other. Katherine’s sudden rush from my grasp to return to Elena’s side had me poised on the balls of my feet but I couldn’t act, Damon needed to be the one to save Elena, as much for himself as for hers. An emerald gaze watched Damon closely as he slowly drew closer to Elena. Looking for any sign that he recognized her as something more than just a girl. Feet began to move forward, drawing me in closer to Damon, Katherine and Elena. Elena herself not truly with us as it appeared she was on the verge of passing out, she had been through quite the ordeal since waking up] I do. [Head dropping into a small nod] And I’m not the only one who thinks it. [Adding as eyes shift to settle on Katherine who still stood just beside Elena. I had no doubt that she would happily kill Elena in order to save Damon, undoubtedly believing he’d find himself within the pain. If my brother was to be saved though, then it would be with love] Look at her Damon. /Really/ look. How does she make you feel? Katherine Pierce, SpitfireTout. {I knew Stefan was well aware of what I was doing, but it was true. Deep down Damon thought he could keep Stefan out of harm’s way. Did I really care if Elena died? No, not if that’s what it took to bring Damon back. But these two had become as infatuated with the little twit as a deer caught in headlights.} You know how I love to play games, Damon. But you always want to rush right to the end and get your sweet fulfillment. {Fingers tightening into russet locks as the stroke of Damon’s hand seemed to elicit a soft murmur from Elena’s lips.“Damon” The only word she was uttered. My eyes flicked up through a fringe of lashes, voice demanding an answer of Damon.} Yes, how does she make you feel? Her human heart beating in her chest, fading right before your eyes as the blood that could feed your soul drips slowly draining her life. {I didn’t care how hard I had to push Damon I would go to any lengths before letting him fall into a trap like that. The only siren allowed in his life was me. I clawed my way back from hell and by the devil’s head he was going to break free if I had to kill Elena myself to make him. Let them both think I was heartless but I knew better, I didn’t have time to show I cared. Emotions made you weak, especially when not returned.} Man or mouse, Salvatore? Squeak up. Damon Salvatore, DamonSexy: Was this my brothers attempt at therapy? slowly worming Elena back into my head in an attempt to save me from Sybil. My hand trailed the length of Elena's cheek, the soft touch of her skin a warmth to my body, that of course didn't stop the fact that Katherine's words of temptation rang in the air. The sound of Elena's heart raced, my head turning almost instantly to glare back at Stefan "Spare me your brotherly act Stefan. Sybil took all memories of Elena away, to me she's just a doppelganger of Katherine's. As for you Katherine, your attempts to achieve whatever it is you have your heart set on.." how could i put the words "..they'll fail, killing Elena won't save me. I couldn't care less about any of you, go ahead rip out her heart. I may even join you in mopping up the blood" The corner of my lips curled into a small but visible smirk, my body shifting back from the side of Elena to prop myself at the side of the liquor table. "Now how about we resolve this whole situation, i should be on the road with Sybil not having a family therapy session with the she-devil." Stefan Salvatore, CorruptHumanity: [Panic bubbled up within me as Damon and Katherine seemed to reach a stalemate, each predator willing to do whatever it took, uncaring that Elena just so happened to be the prey in this scenario] Sybil maybe capable of many things Damon but erasing love isn't one of them. [Booted feet taking emboldened steps forward until I was at Elena's side] This charade isn't really about Sybil, is it? It's about you, to afraid to let it all back in, to feel the pain and guilt. [Turning from Damon to face Katherine] And you, you only care about saving Damon since you view him as one of your toys. You're only happy if you're the only one pulling the strings. [As I continued to speak, large hands worked on the bindings that secured Elena to the chair] Bicker amongst yourselves all you want but I'm not letting either of you hurt Elena in a bid to prove anything. [I couldn’t sit back and watch anymore. While I may no longer be in love with Elena a part of me did, and always would still love her. Together we had rediscovered what it meant to live and to love. She never asked for any of this, to become the object of mine and Damon's affections.  Carefully lifting the brunette up into my arms, she was in dire need of medical attention now that vampire blood wouldn't heal her. If I couldn't save my brother then I was at least going to save Elena. Without a single word more I turned away from Damon and Katherine, Elena still in my arms as I headed for the front door] Katherine Pierce, Spitfire Tout: I think you need more than therapy, Damon. {Shifting away allowing Stefan to retreat with Elena, she was obviously no longer of use. I didn’t care either way and honestly I knew if she died he would never forgive me, but that was not the point and he could think whatever he pleased. Rounding the corner of the table to pour myself a drink, eyes intent on Damon’s azure gaze as I palmed the crystal tumbler.} So you’re just going to be a weak little mouse and keep all that emotion locked away, uh? Let someone else control you? Since when does Damon Salvatore let some bitch manipulate him without a fight, where’s the fun in that? {Taking a long needed drink before setting it upon the wooden table top. Damon was about to see what I had really become. Snapping a leg from one of the wooden chairs and driving it through his abdomen, essentially pinning him to the nearest wall.} You want to see what hell is really like? {Fingers digging into raven locks as I slipped into Damon’s subconscious, seeking out his locked memories. Elena’s birthday party, when he slipped her necklace back on, the love he feels evident. As he’s walking her out to meet the crowd a fire burst out, Elena, Bonnie, Caroline and even Stefan trapped in eternal flames. He’s frozen in place, nothing he can do but watch as everyone he’s /ever/ cared about dies. Over and over again. My voice ringing through like a whisper in the background.} Let it back in  Damon, save them. Damon Salvatore, DamonSexy: I began questing myself once more as to why I came back to this town. Clearly my brother's affections to save me had been brushed aside, Elena in the distance the damsel in distress. Merely allowing myself to be the shadow in the darkness, endless calls had turned out to be nothing more than his bid to try and save me from myself. Letting the ball of my feet roll slightly, allowing my gaze to follow that of my brothers "always in need of been the hero, how tiresome that much be Stefan. Flip the switch, let your hero hair take a break" How humanity seemed depressing. Letting the tip of my thumb run the length of the glass, no sooner had it traveled the length of the crystal top was it that the horrific pain shot through my chest, wooden pieces dig their way through my skin, only inches away from my low beating heart, my hands finding Katherine's in a bid to pull it from her grasp instead my failure was worse than anticipated. "It's fine for you to pull the strings, it must get under that ice cold skin of your...." breaking off as the images ran through my mind, Elena her smile, her laugh, the touch of her skin on my own i could feel it. Every moment i'd spent with her, the night i compelled her to forget everything, my messed up love story had a meaning, Elena Gilbert was my humanity. My breath came to a Holt! my eyes merely blinking in everything i'd lost these last few months. My head rolled slightly, Elena weak and in the arms of my brother, what had i done?? Stefan Salvatore, CorruptHumanity: [After turning my back on Damon and Katherine, grateful that neither attempted to stop me, my mind was focused on getting Elena the help she so desperately needed. Even now as I hurried out to my car, the scent of her blood invaded my nasal passages, although it's flow seemed to be slowing, her blood finally starting to clot] “Stefan..” [Came her strangled whisper, she was still pretty out of it] Shh, it's okay Elena. Everything is going to be okay. [I had no idea what else to say. There was so much going on in Mystic Falls and I doubted Elena would be able to grasp the seriousness of the situation right now even if I did explain. After buckling her into the passenger seat, I hurriedly jogged around to the driver's side. The engine roaring to life as I tore from the boarding house driveway, heading straight for Mystic Falls general. Not yet sure exactly what to say to the staff on duty there once I arrived. There was only so many times “animal attack” could be used as a viable excuse. My mind drifted back to Katherine and Damon at the boarding house, wondering exactly how Katherine was getting on without her leverage. I was worried for Damon but also knew he could handle his own] Katherine Pierce, SpitfireTout: {I could sense the emotion flooding in, she shift in Damon’s demeanor seeming to furl outwardly as the swell of images began to fade. Hand slipping down to grasp the splintered wood swiftly pulling it from Damon’s abdomen. Lips donning a pleased grin at the pain I knew that caused.} Now do you /feel/ Damon? {Brows arching as dark hues bored into seemingly lost pools of azure. A free hand clasping against his chest with force, keeping him pinned against the wall.} Hate me, but I made you what you are. You think I want to {Quotes with my fingers, nails digging against his flesh through the thin fabric of his shirt.} “pull your strings”? I never wanted to change you into an emotionless monster, I merely accepted the monster you already were. {Shrugs nonchalantly shoving away from his broad frame and sashaying around to retrieve my drink.} The decision should be yours not implanted in your head by some woman who wants to remove any shred of humanity you have. I manipulated you, yes. But I never took away your ability to make a choice. {Downing the remainder of my drink.} Now, you can either stay and drown in self pity or go and help your brother get your humanity back. Damon Salvatore, DamonSexy: The tip of my fingers began digging their way inside my palm, trying to block out the pain with yet more pain. I was weak, unable to move or defend myself. Simply allowing every image that was blocked in my mind to flow all at once, a mind-blowing slide-show of all the memories i'd ever shared with Elena. My breath began to race, the soft sound of Katherine's voice bringing me back into the room "Why?? you're not gaining anything from this Katherine. What you create me so i'm your property in some evil, twisted way" my voice broke off, letting my body drape against the wall. So Katherine Pierce was pulling out the good cards, the one's where she did something for someone else, who'd have thought the day would ever come? Letting my hand grip my chest where the wound slowly began to heal itself. My mere attempt to question what game Katherine was playing was soon pushed aside. With Elena on the way to hospital thanks to the aid of my brother i only had one place to go "you're not coming??" no doubt you'd already got your getaway car ready to flee Mystic Falls now you'd done your bit of good. Pushing my jacket over my shoulders in an attempt to hide the blood stained shirt before shifting my way to the open arch of the door, allowing my gaze to fall back on Katherine's, an unasked question, needing her presence at the hospital, not that i was about to ask for it. I could fall of the band wagon, turn back on everything i'd just seen. I was still broken and for some unknown reason Katherine seem to want to help. Stefan Salvatore, CorruptHumanity: [The drive to the hospital had been one full of uncertainty and tension. Left with little idea over whether or not Elena would make it, the girl who I had once loved, who had shown me the worth of living had become ghastly pale, the beat of her heart slowing. It had been years since I had been left feeling this helpless, as a vampire, my blood had the ability to heal most of the world's ills, unfortunately though the cure for vampirism ran through Elena's veins, making my blood obsolete in this instance. Booted feet paced the length of the waiting room while I awaited any news of  her fate. "I should have pulled her from that chair sooner" was like a mantra going round and around my head. I'd allowed her to remain bound and helpless for my own selfish reasons, wanting my brother to be brought back from the edge, how successful that had been too. His eyes had fallen upon Elena with unfamiliarity. What did he care now if she lived or died? The blame was all on myself, too foolish to realise Katherine's game sooner when she had appeared in the armoury. The armoury... Eyes widened with a sudden realization, how could it have possibly have slipped my mind? Bonnie laying prone in Enzo's arms while a teary eyed Caroline looked on. Fingers fumbled for my cell in the pocket of my jacket, finding Caroline's number in the call log I hit dial and waited with baited breath to learn the fate of my brother's best friend] Katherine Pierce, SpitfireTout: {Setting the crystal tumbler back upon the wooden surface brows arched at Damon’s words.} Are those keen vampire ears of yours not working? {Eyes casting down as he slumped against the wall gaining his composure.} I never wanted to change you or own you. You are who you are, Damon. I simply inspired you to become a better version of yourself. {Lips donning a pristine simper before my next set of words were spoken.} If I remember correctly you were the one who spent a hundred and forty five years in love with me. I love Stefan he loves his brother, you. Hence I need to save you. {Heaving a slightly irritated sigh.} Up and Adam. {Hands clapping together, I had no clue in what shape Elena was in but at least I had reached Damon and if Elena didn’t make it who was to say he would not slip away again and all of this would be for nothing.} A getaway car? {Snorting out a laugh} Now why would I want to leave after going through all the trouble of digging my way out of hell to save you and bring my favorite brothers back together? {Shoving my way past Damon and heading towards his classic Chevy Camaro, prying the door open and setting myself into the passenger seat.} Are you coming? I’m not missing the front row seats. {I knew good and well Damon needed more than just Stefan to get through this but I was not the mushy type, nor was I going to admit I was less than selfish. I was not even sure I had that in me.} Damon Salvatore, DamonSexy: Who'd have thought Katherine Pierce actually did care for someone else other than herself. Of course i'd learnt the hard way that she loved my brother more than myself but nevertheless, in her bid to win my brothers heart back she'd managed to pull me from my little world. I couldn't let myself think of what might be happening in those four hospital walls, Elena could be dead, she could be laying there on that  cold slab and for what?? A plan created by Katherine. My head turned slightly as your figure began to move, edging outside much to my surprise of course, i wondered if this was just you proving to my brother that you'd in-fact got through to me? Elena was my lifeline, her dying well, what was the point in having my humanity when i had nothing to live for? Darting to the other-side of the car i was quick to start the engine merely dismissing everything Katherine had spoke of in those last few seconds. My main priority was to get to Elena and fast. Mystic Falls roads were clearly in my favor not a car in sight, pressing my foot firmly on the gas pedal in a bid to get to the hospital and by Elena's side. My hand gripped that little deeper onto the wheel before finally allowing my lips to break "you are aware that if Elena doesn't make it. I will kill you, i'm not sure how or if it's even possible." You'd some how wormed your way back out of hell but i'd be damned if i didn't at least try to make you suffer for Elena's death, if she dies, hell wouldn't be that much of a bad place. Stefan Salvatore, CorruptHumanity: [The seconds seemed to stretch out before me while I waited with bated breath for my call to connect. With zero missed calls prior to making a call myself, there was no clue as to what awaited my ears. All of which was odd, it wasn't like Caroline to keep anything to herself. With the call failing to connect I returned the cell to my back pocket. The waiting room walls felt as though they were closing in. I needed to get out of here, if only for a moment. Two of my friends lives hung in the balance and to top it all of Katherine had returned from the great beyond, as vindictive and manipulative as ever. Footfalls met the flooring in silence while they carried me towards the hospital's exit. Thoughts returning to my brother who had been lost to us all for months and was now left at the mercy of Katherine. A trait she failed to exercise. Who knew what she would do if she couldn't break Damon free of his uncaring, unfeeling cycle. It was no secret she valued my life above Damon's, over the centuries she had in fact sold out my brother in order to guarantee my continued survival. There was no indication that this time would be any different. The lengths I would go to myself in order to bring Damon back to himself was limitless, I'd even give my own life for his. Everyone knew this. Katherine knew this, and if it came down to me or Damon… Well we all knew which one she would choose. Collapsing back against the exterior wall of the hospital on a deep intake of breath, an emerald gaze hidden from the world by hooded eyes as the feeling of helplessness seeped in once more. I couldn't save Bonnie or Elena and if they were lost then there would be no way left in which to save my brother] Katherine Pierce, SpitfireTout: {How utterly annoying it was that now suddenly things began to work in your favor. Settling into the seat, features set into a faux look of concern as eyes turned upon the road. Knowing you knew my reasons were obvious, but that didn’t stop me. My desires in life propelled everything I did. Why would that suddenly change? It appeared that one of us doppelgangers was a means to an end for someone somewhere in a situation at any given time. I was merely better at getting out of said situations myself. Where Elena needed a network of people to put their lives on the line willingly. What was /so/ wrong with wanting to live? Head turning as Damon’s words caught my attention.} Oh, I’m well aware of what you would like to do, Damon. But I know you won’t. See, I know you. Death is too good for someone who took the love of your life. {As I spoke those words I knew it would hit Damon harder. The range of emotions coursing through his mind would fully sever any connection he felt to Sybil as soon as he saw Elena. Did they really think I didn’t have a backup plan? Of course I was not going to /actually/ let Elena die by my hands. I clawed my way out of hell, had friends in very high places. When I sent the man to kill Bonnie I knew Enzo would be forced to turn her. Had my ‘connection’ rework Kai’s spell in my favor. Instead of Bonnie’s mortal life keeping Elena in a slumber her immortal life now protected Elena from death by supernatural means; much like the Gilbert ring. Spotting Stefan as we approached the hospital, brows furrowed slightly. Elena must not have fully recovered yet.} There’s Stefan, maybe he has news. Damon Salvatore, DamonSexy; Who'd have thought, the car journey wasn't that unbearable. The roads remained empty as my foot continued to press flat against the gas peddle, it wasn't like we could die i mean given the fact we were already dead a hospital ride to the place Elena was didn't seem so bad. As your words sliced to air i let my eyes drift from the road for the briefest of moments, not bothering to answer with any smart remarks. Killing Katherine had ran through my mind more than once, all the potential ways of watching her lifeless body drift into a painful, horrific death, but still i always managed to talk myself out of it, that or she'd already worked out my plan and got her witches to work there magic. Letting my foot fall from the gas and quickly onto the break, my body slamming a little too harsh forward. Stefan's body signs were never a clear indication as to what was happening, my body soon found itself leaving the seat of the car and reaching my brothers side, my hand gripping his upper arm clenching onto the fabric of his shirt, my head  dipping slightly asking a unspoken question, was she alive?? All this time i'd been waiting for Elena to awake, all this time i'd planned our future and right now it could be slipping through my fingertips and for what?? Stefan Salvatore, CorruptHumanity: [My back remained slumped against the cold stone wall. I knew at some point I'd have to go back inside the hospital and stomach the all too sterile scent of the place. That wasn't what bothered me, what did was what I would learn. Elena’s demise is something none of us wanted, each having lost so much already. I was drawn away from a whirlwind of thoughts by strong hands at my arms, a grip in which I was familiar with. Emerald eyes opened to reaffirm what I already knew, Damon was here. My gaze searching his own in a bid to seek answers, the look set within his own gaze had relief twitching beneath the surface of my skin, yet I dared not hope yet. Slipping my gaze slowly from my brother to Katherine for confirmation that my brother had in fact flipped his switch to the on position. Eyes laid once more upon Damon's visage, a single hand reaching up to clasp at his shoulder] Let's go find out together. [Fingers flexed, offering a comforting squeeze that I hoped Damon knew meant I'd be by his side, no matter what. Leading my brother forward before bringing us both to a sudden stop, without a word I glanced back over my shoulder to the dark beauty who had saved my brother. Without uttering a single word I simply offered her my free arm, whether I agreed with her methods or not they had proven successful. She had a vested interest in Elena’s future now, just like the rest of us] Katherine Pierce, SpitfireTout: {Eyes settling upon the brothers I only had one thing in mind, a knowledge. They had a bond with each other  of family that I would never have, not that I cared they denied I ever cared about either of them. I was an outcast, I was good with that. I never had time to form relationships, it was an unnecessary evil in my situation. They would only get hurt if they did so I kept everyone at arm's length, made them think I didn’t care. Sometimes I thought I had grown so cold I actually didn’t care about anyone anymore. Mocha pools meeting the briefest of gazes from Stefan, a softness reaching out as if to reaffirm that which he already knew. Finally both settling into a soothing understanding as Stefan broke the silence I knew was almost deafening to Damon’s ears. Knowing what they would find as they began to turn inward toward the doors, eyes tinged with a glimmer of surprise at Stefan’s actions. A hand lightly placed upon his inner elbow leading us inward to the room where Elena lay. There we stood, three sets of eyes peering through the glass upon her as she lay. Breathing restfully but none the less alive. Lips twitching in a little wry grin as words slipped out in a low whisper.} Well would you look at that, she’s a survivor too. Damon Salvatore, DamonSexy: The silence in itself was terrifying, like a child i was merely waiting for my brother's lips to break hoping they'd give me the news i longed to hear. I needed Elena more than i ever let myself believe and right now i needed my brother that little bit more, just to give me hope. I knew that without her the switch would soon be flipped once more, i couldn't stand loss not in this situation! Gripping hold of my brother like my life depended on it, pausing for the briefest of moments to allow Katherine to join his  side, given the aid she'd just offered in pulling me back from the dark side her being by Elena's bedside didn't seem such a bad thing. With a single bob of my head i edged through the corridor of the hospital, the small flickering light at the end of the hall, my heart began to race, my mind flowing with all the images i could be facing in just a couple of seconds. Letting my eyes drop for the briefest of moments to count the panels on the floor, anything to take my mind away from what i could have to face, all because of my wrong doings. Then i heard Katherine's voice, my eyes slowly finding Elena's weak frame, from the separation of the wall i could still hear the soft sound of her heartbeat, my voice almost a mumble, "thank you.." my voice breaking knowing the whole thanking people especially Katherine was never on my agenda in life. Clearing my voice as i edged my head back slightly, allowing my gaze to land on Katherine's "Thanks for not been selfish Katherine and actually helping me."Once again i let my palm wrap around my brothers shoulder a gentle squeeze of thanks to him, he saved Elena's life while i was too selfish to flip my switch back on "thank you brother" deep down i owed my life to Stefan, he'd come to my aid more times then i could even begin to count, i knew his feelings for Elena still remained but never the less, he saved more than one life these last few hours, deep down even he knew that. Stefan Salvatore, CorruptHumanity: [The walk through the corridor was nothing short of torturous, not knowing what we would face upon reaching it's end. If the worst transpired I wasn't sure how Damon would react, on all our years I had never seen him cling to another person the way he did to Elena. She made him a better man and selfish or not I didn't want that I change. I may have had the love of the girl but he now had the love of the woman she had become. He deserved that much, if nothing else. Everything that had happened, lives lost, that was all on me. After all I was the one who had forced him to turn so long ago. He deserved a shot at happiness, at peace. Footsteps slowed as we drew close to Elena's room, the silence broken only by Katherine's words. A mossy gaze rose to peer at her slender form laying peacefully upon the bed. Noting the steady, rhythmic beat of her heart sent a wave of relief throughout me. She was safe, Damon was safe. I was taken back by my brothers words of gratitude towards Katherine, yet remained silent myself. We both had a lot to thank her for but right now I was consumed with the hope that things would be okay once more. Head tipped forward, in a gesture meaning to symbolize “you're welcome”. Words having become unnecessary at this point, I simply gave Damon a gentle nudge towards the hospital room's door. Things could be talked through later. Right now my brother should be with his girl] Katherine Pierce, SpitfireTout: {Eyes darted past Stefan meeting that azure gaze, those words were certainly not something I ever expected to hear, especially after my last departure.I had done horrific things yes, but horrific things had been done to me. I was not born evil, monsters are not born they are made. My gaze once more falling to Elena, the steady thrum of her heart. She would once more live the human life she wanted so desperately. Have children, grow old and die surrounded by family. Something I would never have, perhaps deep inside I was jealous. Stefan brooding as usual, he probably felt as if all of this was his fault somehow. Always playing the martyr, he and Elena were more alike than I cared to admit. The ‘poor Salvatore brothers’ destined to bring each other misery and it was my fault. But they chose to feed and turn, I did not force them, I did not compel their feelings. But it seemed Damon was to get his happy ending and perhaps one day Stefan would find one too, who knows. Was I up to something more, maybe. Maybe I only saved Elena so I could come calling in a favor later, one can never have too many people on their side. Turning to lean back against the wall, dark gaze lingering over the two before Damon slipped away into Elena’s room.} Maybe I’m not the girl you think I  am, people change. {Striding off down the hall leaving them to simply be grateful over Elena. What did I care?} Damon Salvatore, DamonSexy: I knew my brother would be breaking himself inside, he would blame himself for what I’d become and the lives i took would be on his soul, that was Stefan, i blamed himself for what he’d forced me to become, I knew that was the reason why you’d always found it in yourself to try and protect me from everyone and everything. Nevertheless right now pushing my brother in a bid to try and make him feel less to blame for my recent behavior was at back of the list, right now i had one sick girl who needed me. With the gentle nudge of Stefan i made my exit, merely allowing him to talk or even get rid of Katherine if he so wished, clearly the two of them had conquered up this plan to get me to turn my humanity on much to my appreciation, not that I was about to thank them again. Pressing my body firmly down on the bed beside Elena’s body I let the tip of my index finger run the length of her cheek, pushing back the small strands of hair that swept her face. I could hear Katherine and my brother outside the door but right now my focus wasn’t so much on eavesdropping. Simply taking Elena’s hand in my own, my full focus on her, she been my priority right now “I’m so sorry Elena. I will spend every waking hour trying to get your forgiveness. I’ll never leave you again, I promise” my words almost a whisper but a promise I fully intended to keep.

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Final Defan Scene [TVD - 8x16]

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Journey Of The Damned. Part 4.

[Breath came in heavy gasps, every exhale tinged with a low growl. Having been drained of almost all the blood that ran through my veins and kept away from all sources of blood. My bloodlust was now uncontrollable, the fact the girl, although dead, still was in one piece was nothing short of a miracle. Damon seemed intent to just stand at one corner and watch rather than comply to my wish for more. Was he now regretting his eagerness to awaken the monster within? I didn't care. All I could think of was sinking my fangs into the carotid artery of my next victim and feeding without mercy. Once my hunger had been sated the guilt was sure to come rushing in. In this moment though, there was no guilt, no remorse. Just the feed and names. Specifically hers and whoever was to be next.  With my hand free of the girl and the renewed strength, gifted by stolen blood, I worked on freeing myself entirely from the wooden chair that offered very little comfort. Pushing myself up to my feet, eyes focused in open my brother] What's the matter Damon? [Head falling to one side, regarding him with a small measure of curiosity. Since his little retort back when I had fed, he had remained silent] Was this not what you wanted, huh? [Arms opened out at my sides, clothing soaked in blood, some mine, some hers] To awaken the ripper. Have us both leave a bloody trail from here, across the states to keep yourself out of hell? [Booted feet shuffled forward, the space between myself and my brother now but a single stride apart] Then again.. I’m always unpredictable when I get like this. [Bloodstained lips pulled back into a mischievous grin before I pushed off with every ounce of strength I had within me. Leaving my brother standing alone in the dark, with no idea what I would d next. I didn't slow until I had put a few blocks between myself and Damon. We were back in Mystic Falls, a fact I should have realised before my escape. The room he had used to dry me out in was the very one Elena had used before, in a bid to fetch me back from the brink. Ironic when you thought about it. A quick detour home for a change of clothes were in order before I put this town behind me, again. I'd still do the bidding that the king of hell himself wanted, it was the deal that had been struck after all, though I saw no reason why it should be done with Damon at my side. This fate was one he had brought down upon us, his hope all but gone and as such, he was no longer of any use to me. I wouldn't be Cade's little bitch for all eternity, I'd find a way out of this and a ticket out of hell too. If I happened to enjoy the feed between now and then, then so be it.  After returning to the boarding house and slipping into fresh attire, discarding the sweat and blood stained shirt upon the wooden floor of what once was my bedroom, I headed back out into the night. One last local was on the menu before I could truly put this place behind me. With no true victim identity in my mind, I wandered the streets at a leisurely pace. It was less about the face and more about the swelling bloodlust. Humanity still present yet a small niggle at the back of my mind now rather than the deafening scream, something I had Damon to thank for. His torture while ineffective in its true purpose did hold its merits. I was free to feel, I just didn't feel anything..

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Journey Of The Damned. Part 3.

[Nostrils flared with unchecked anger as I came to, no longer locked in my subconscious and forced to relive old memories. It was of course my brothers latest means of enjoyment and to force my hand. A deal had been struck on both our behalves, a deal, I had stuck to, ensuing the continued safety of the twins but I did not feed from the humans. Instead I stuck to the bunny diet, walking the thin dangerous line I always had. Much to Damon's dismay. Void of humanity he may have been, yet he cared enough to torture compliance from me in order to keep his ass out of hell. Muscles rippled beneath the sweat ridden shirt as I struggled against the binds, vervain ropes biting deeper into the already raw flesh of my wrists. The monotonous tone of Damon's repeated speech filled the air. They were words I now knew by heart and had no need to pay attention to any longer. What he wanted from me was something I couldn't give. To lose myself again.. Who knew if I'd ever find my way back to myself this time.  Shoulders hunched forward, my form sagging in the chair. My once steely resolve was beginning to crack. Damon had bled me out, weakened me almost to the point of desiccation. Veins burned and itched whilst my body struggled to pump what little blood remained  In my system. My brother had become merciless in his desire to see the ripper set free and yet, even with myself on the brink of saying yes, he attacked my subconscious again. He'd already shown me the moments that led up to me losing Caroline. Not only as a lover but as a friend too. The morning I left her alone in the motel room was the beginning of the end for us. After that we never quite recovered] S-stop! [Came my strangled plea from a dry throat, the forming of each letter causing unimaginable pain, then again it was worth it to not have to relive any more memories. Partially the one with Elena he had began to play in my mind.  I didn't know why my plea had been successful, my brother not being one for mercy. Yet he released my mind from his control. Though every nerve ending in my head screamed out in protest, my head raised, blurry vision managed to seek out my brother, or rather his retreated form. The reason for his departure was a mystery to me, a mystery I took comfort in. It would give me a little time to gather what little strength I had left. Passenger of time over the past few days meant very little to me, my brother might have been gone for ten minutes or ten hours. There was no way of telling. The room was void of any clock or natural sources of light, undoubtedly he was keeping me some place underground. His return brought with it the stench of blood. Fresh blood. Fresh blood carried within the form of a weeping teenager. My eyes widened like that of a deer caught in the headlights, knowing the offer that was to be made and knowing I didn't have the strength to resist for too much longer. Emitting a low growl I pulled anew against the ropes at my wrists] Damon, you don't have to do this. We're doing what he wants, there is no need for anything more.. [Words now fell upon deaf ears, Damon's features alight with a sly sadistic smirk while he dragged the girl closer to me. Eventually the rope gave under the strain and a single wrist was freed. Too little, too late. The girl was right in front of me, blood pouring from my brothers bite, staining her white shirt a shocking shade of crimson. With laboured breath large fingers reached up to grasp beneath her chin. She smelt so good and I was so very hungry. Just a little taste, I told myself. I'd stop before she got hurt] I'm sorry. [Whispering as our gazes met before I tore my own away to focus in upon her neck. Sharp incisors tearing at the flesh concealing her carotid artery. “Now there's my brother”. Damon’s hushed words making it to my ears as I gulped back the nectar. The girl growing limp in my arms. A large hand released its hold upon her to look up at my brother. Eyes glazed over with bloodlust, my chin soaked in her blood. Teeth discoloured from the feed] I want more…

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Journey Of The Damned. Part 2.

[Tires squealed in protest against the tarmac as I took a sharp right turn, my booted foot keeping the gas peddle to the floor. I had to keep to the back roads to keep out of sight as much as possible. Rayna was easily following me, no sense in leaving an active trail behind. A part of me questioned my decision to continue to run, after so long it seemed somewhat of a futile effort now. There wasn't a vampire out there that Rayna had been after that she hadn't caught. I wouldn't be any different to the thousands before me who fell at her hand. After all, at this point what did I even have to live for? Caroline would no longer take my calls, not that I could blame her in the slightest, I'd left her, worse than that, I'd snuck out on her, leaving her with a quickly jotted down letter, poor excuse for an explanation as well as an apology. Since Elena was taking part in a sixty-ish year slumber the only person left who I truly cared for, was Damon. Things between us had been rocky before I had been forced to leave and go on the run and obviously things hadn't improved since I had been gone. He had his demons to battle and I had mine. The only difference being my demon was a relentless vampire hunter, who if necessary would hunt me to the end of the earth. I had nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, all I could do was keep moving. Keep moving until the end. Undoubtedly my end, but anything less than my best to stay ahead would be the same as removing my ring and stepping out into the sunlight. It would be suicide. After what had to have been four hours of solid driving, the pain at my chest finally began to ease, the flow of blood all but stopping. A sure indication that I had put a substantial amount of distance between myself and Rayna. Not much comfort was to be gained from this knowledge since Rayna didn't slow down for anything, which meant I couldn't either, no matter how tired and hungry I was becoming. There was no easing up. While my foot remained planted upon the gas peddle my thoughts once more returned to Damon. Our entwined past was colourful to say the very least. He had spent years hating me and I didn't blame him for that, I more than deserved his animosity. I had and I always would feel accountable for Damon. He was my brother, the only family I head and although the phoenix stone had tried to teach me a lesson, to show me my true path, I would never give up on my brother. At present though, I didn't believe that would be much of an issue though, I'd fall to the huntress before giving up on anyone would be a valid option to me. Shaking my head sharply, I didn't have time for those kinds of thoughts] Dammit! [My palm slapped against the steering wheel as the car slowed and began to splutter. It had ran out of gas and I was left with no choice but to keep moving. Snatching up my duffel bag I clambered out of the car and continued on foot, I was far too hungry to take advantage of my inherent vampiric speed. I needed to hold back on as much of my strength as I could. Luck appeared to be on my side as I spotted one of those sixty style roadside diners, jogging forward I pushed the door of the diner open, at this hour the place was still quiet. Again, working in my favour. I didn't have time to take part in the usual pretense before compelling humans. Leaning over the counter to gain the waitress attention, I dropped my tone to almost a whisper. Compelling her to hand over her car keys, to which she eagerly complied. I wouldn't feed off of her, no matter how hungry I felt. Palming the keys I headed back out to the parking lot and as I did so the pain at my chest returned, I tumbled forward, taken off guard by the swell of pain. My grip tightened on the duffel bag and I jogged forward towards the waitress car, pulling open the door. Before I could get inside though, sparks clouded my vision and my skull at the back of my head throbbed from the surprise blow. The last thing I saw was my reflection in the car's paint as I fell to my knees, unable to fight off the impending unconsciousness..

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Journey Of The Damned

[Swinging the stolen Porsche 356B Karmann Coupe into the motel's parking lot, I eased it into the closest empty space and killed the engine. I wasn't sure if I was sentimental or a fool for boosting the very same model as my own car.. All I knew was when I walked into the underground parking lot a couple of days back I wasn't leaving with any other car than this. Maybe I was trying to find a way of connecting to my old life, the life that didn't have me running just to stay alive.  Snatching up my duffel from the passenger seat, I pulled myself from the car and headed for the manager's office, turns out this joint rented rooms by the hour. Classy. After paying in cash for a room for the night I palmed the key and left the office. Unlocking the door and stepping inside, my shoulders sagged with exhaustion as I booted the door closed behind me, today marked the four hundred and sixty seventh day since I left Mystic Falls, in a bid to stay ahead of Rayna. Scrubbing a palm across the back of my neck I tossed my bag onto the bottom of the bed, flopping down next to it. I was beyond tired, not only of running but of missing the people I cared about most. With a single hand I reached for my journal, stashed away in my bag, since leaving Mystic Falls I had taken to writing down my memories again. Jotting down all the things I wished I could say to those I called family. Pushing myself to sit upright I pulled open the journal, my eyes passing momentarily across the old thoughts, old memories. Brows furrowed together as I moved passed the page with a single flower pressed beneath its pages, the colour hadn't yet faded from its pressed, delicate petals. The flower had been one I'd given to Caroline during the brief couple of weeks while she'd ran with me. I smiled at the memory of that day, she'd managed to gift me with a brief moment of calm. We'd planned out all the places we would go and all the things we would do. I'd picked the blossom from a nearby tree and tucked the stem into the locks of her hair before pressing a single soft kiss against her forehead. It was in that moment that I realised what had to be done.. The following morning Caroline woke alone with nothing more that a single paged letter as a goodbye. To expect her to spend her life running with me would be selfish of me, she deserved better than that, so that night while she slept I ducked out. Cowardly yes, I just knew that there was no way Caroline would let me go had she been conscious. I'd found the flower a couple of days later, amongst my things and pressed it between the pages of my journal as a reminder, I can't be selfish. A low growl broke forth from deep in my throat, I was wasting time dwelling on things I couldn't change. Stuffing the journal back into the duffel bag I pulled of my shirt and kicked off my boots as I made my way to what passed as a bathroom in this place. I needed a shower and to get back on the round, I hadn't put nearly enough distance between myself and the hunter, not yet. My mood much improved from the scolding warmth of the water, I'd redressed in fresh pants, my boots laced up, I sucked in a deep breath as I tugged on my clean black shirt from the pang at my chest. Fingertips eased beneath the v-neckline and withdrew stained by my own blood, Rayna was closer than I had thought. I needed to get moving, now! Snatching up my duffel I tossed it over my shoulder and hurried from the room, too distracted in my haste to leave that I didn't notice the pressed flower laying atop the bedsheets. I stepped out into the pouring rain, the sky clouded over with the dark unyielding clouds. Flinging my bag onto the passenger seat as the engine roared to life. My foot met the gas peddle and I wheel spun out of there. The distance was closing fast and who knew how much time I had before the huntress caught up..

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I Swear I Lived. #Solo

Dear Elena,  Here, I am, doing exactly as you wanted, writing everything down. No matter how trivial, or unimportant it may seem. It's taken me awhile to come here, I know but if anyone could understand the reason as to why, then it's you. It's been almost four weeks since we said our goodbye. Words I hoped would never pass between us.  [Words scrawled upon the pages of the brand new journal, I'd purchased solely for this purpose, were ill formed as I was finding it difficult to grip the pen properly. Undoubtedly a side effect of the emotions riding through me. The pressure of the pen in hand, left clear indentations of my words on the page beneath the one I was currently writing on. Although four weeks had passed, the whole thing was still so raw. We'd made plans, life plans, dreams and now, now they were… well, at best they were on hold. I had no idea how I was going to make it through the next sixty years without her, although I had vowed to keep my promise to her. Doing exactly as she wished by living my life. A promise that saw me leaving Mystic Falls behind to settle quietly in one corner of Chicago. A tad ironically really, since the last time I had resided in the windy city, I had almost lost her then too. Giving up on everything I knew and loved to save my brother, including myself. I had been so lost back then, so far from the person I truly was, I'd probably still be lost now if it hadn't been for her and her stubbornness. A trait of which I loved unconditionally. Scrubbing a large hand across the back of my neck, I set the pen down with the intention of returning to write a little more soon. Setting the journal and pen on the coffee table before bracing open palms against my thighs, rising up to stand from the couch. Footsteps guiding me towards the living room window. My emerald gaze watching silently from my fourth floor apartment as strangers walked passed.  Living quarters in Chicago were a little more Spartan like, than they had been back home in Mystic Falls. Through that of my own choice, I intended to live life to the fullest, reinvent myself as many times as I could, so Elena would know, when the day came, that I had found brief moments of happiness amongst the pain and sorrow. Just like right now. Here I wasn't Stefan Salvatore, I was Stefan Donovan and just one of many bar staff at a local club. I figured Elena would get a kick out of the name, just like I had. It was the small moments, the ones with trace amounts of humour that would get me through. The thick of my brow met the chilled glass of the window with a thud. Thoughts turning darker as they always did as the night drew in. The promise of endless possibilities that sunrise brought seemed to evaporate into nothingness when the moon rose. The knowledge that while in a magically induced slumber, Elena was fully aware, of everything, tore me up inside. Planted seeds of turmoil within the depths of my soul, the promise I made to Elena, was the only thing that got me through each day. I promised her I would live and I wasn't about to break that promise]