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( brett dalton, 32, he/him )  welcome to reprieve, DANIEL WARREN / LEVI STONE / FAMINE who is from THE VAMPIRE DIARIES, SEASON 3.  rumor has it they are a HYBRID / HORSEMAN, but only they could tell you the truth! when i close my eyes, i think of them and imagine BLOODY KNUCKLES HITTING A PUNCHING BAG, RED SKIES IN THE MORNING, AND STARING AT YOUR REFLECTION THROUGH A SPLINTERED MIRROR.

he’s from a tiny ass town outside of portland. grew up with an abusive alcoholic dad. you can imagine how that went.  he was always in trouble as a kid and getting into fights.  i feel like the cops were always at his house bc if it wasn’t him getting into trouble, it was his dad.  whenever his dad got arrested, he’d ghost and stay with friends so he wouldn’t have to get thrown into the system. he was already taking care of himself anyway, it was nothing new to be left alone for weeks at a time.  he was an angry kid; partially bc of his life, partially bc of the werewolf curse in his bloodline.  it was from his dad’s  side  but  his  dad  was  adopted  (  therefor,  his  adopted  parents  weren’t  werewolves  and  had  no  clue  about  the  supernatural  )  and  had  never  triggered  his  curse  so he had no fucking clue what fresh hell was about to be unleashed on him.

he triggered his curse at 15. he was a youngin. he  was, maybe wasted, and he and his best friend were fucking around on the docks.  they started fighting about something stupid and things turned physical and his friend died;  busted his head open on the side of the dock when he went over it and into the water.  daniel was so shocked he just watched him drown and didn’t do anything. he was paralyzed.  all he remembered after was the pain, how everything was changing and he didn’t know what to do about any of it.  when he turned that first full moon, he destroyed their trailer and killed his own father.  the guy probably deserved it but that was a lot of blood on his hands.  he ended up running away and hitchhiking to portland.  as far as the world knew, he was a runaway.  he wasn’t a suspect in his dad’s death bc, well, it looked like an animal attack.  anyone the police questioned would confirm the truth;  daniel was always on the move, you never knew where he’d go.  with no relatives to push the envelope, he slipped between the cracks.

it was after his second full moon, after he mauled a couple hikers, that the alpha from the portland pack found him.  he took him in, set him up with a trailer of his own, and helped him figure out how to control that rage simmering under the surface.  which he did, for the most part.  he started boxing,  got a job at the gym, paid his fucking taxes.  all that normal person stuff.   he even had a girlfriend, another one of the werewolves in the pack.  she didn’t have anyone either;  her parents weren’t around, no siblings, nothing.  she was someone it was easy to be around, to be this new, calmer, version of himself.  now they still fought, that anger never went away, but he always tried to contain it.  he was happy.  he didn’t want to lose everything.  they got married, maed their trailer a home, and were happy - relatively speaking. 

enter klaus mikaelson.  he blows into town, promises them the world, and then delivers.  for the first time he can control his shift;  he doesn’t have to.  he can be normal, can be whoever the fuck he wants to be.  except there’s rules .. obligations that they can’t shake.  suddenly they’re moving to virginia, carting around the guy’s family in coffins and providing him with security.  but he’s happy to do it...  isn’t he?  he owes the guy a debt.  he believes it too,  right until elijah mikaelson yanks his heart straight out of his chest.   he dies,  has to watch from the other side as life goes on without him.  watches as the love of his life breaks her sire bond, is murdered by klaus in an expression massacre.  they’re not reunited;  he never sees her again.  the veil falls but he has nowhere to go.  he looks for klaus and elijah,  wants his revenge, but never finds them before the other side is reinstated.   when it implodes later on,  he faces oblivion.  there’s no peace for someone with rage in their heart, revenge on their mind.  except when the veil falls, he doesn’t see the white light, or flames licking at his heels.  he’s in reprieve. 

LANDING IN REPRIEVE

he wakes up in reprieve. he’s nowhere near mystic falls, he’s no longer trapped on the other side, but  he’s also hungry.   he kills the  police officer that finds him, takes his i.d and decides to assume his identity.  he changes his hair color, compels the major players in the guys life, and becomes levi stone.  as far as he’s concerned, daniel warren is dead.  not that anyone in this town — in this time, apparently — would know him.  it’s the closest thing to a fresh start as he’ll ever get. 

though he has revenge on his mind, as far as he knows... there are no mikaelsons to be seen.  he’s just masquerading as levi stone, assuming his role as a police officer.  he also opened up his own gym, has a boxing ring and everything bc it helps him unwind.  he has a lot of anger in him and he keeps it contained by channelling it into revenge fantasies and productivity.  once he finds out that the mikaelsons are here however... all bets are off.

ENTER FAMINE

while  impersonating  levi  stone,  out  on  patrol,  he  encountered  a  strange  fog.  there  was  a  figure  in  the  distance,  though  he  couldn’t  make  them  out,  and  the  next  thing  he  knew  there  was  a  ring  on  his  finger  and  a  voice  in  his  head.  FAMINE.   the  horseman  of  the  apocalypse  had  been  brought  to reprieve,  sensing  the  disturbance  in  the  city,  and  needed  a  powerful  body  to  host  him.  levi,  as  a  hybrid,  was  the  perfect  vessel.  they  became  symbiotic:   levi  would  feed,  drown  himself  in  crimson  rivers  to  keep  the  horseman  well  fed,  and  famine  would  help  him  with  his  revenge  plans  and  promise  him  that  the  time  would  come  soon  enough. 

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snarkysweetness​:

stills of my dumb son’s face

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the devil and god are at war inside me // m.m.

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“  i  wouldn’t  touch  that  if  i  were  you. ”

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stephensking​:

#me after finishing season 4

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KATHERINE

“ i said i’m looking for f u n.” for once in her life, katherine wasn’t on the run. she could relish in the pleasures and that meant doing anything, e v e r y t h i n g. “ so, are we going to stand here talking all night or are you going to tag along and have a g o o d   t i m e.”  @apxstarters·

their  ideas  of  fun  might  not  align  but  he  has  a  feeling  her  interests  might  be  sparked  by  his  proposition.  who,  arguably  put,  has  suffered  more  at  the  hands  of  the  mikaelsons  than  katherine  pierce  ?  “  i  can  offer  you  something  better  than  fun. ”  he  remarks  easily.  “  —  but  we  can  talk  business  after  dinner. ”   he  has  two  dazed  looking  humans  by  the  scruffs  of  their  necks,  gives  them  a  shove  as  they  fall  to  their  knees  before  her;   LIKE  AN  OFFERING  TO  A  GODDESS.

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JO.

Idly bouncing from foot to foot before his suggestion had even reached her ears, Jo nodded in agreement as she pulled her jacket even tighter. “Isn’t this supposed to be like, the safest place to be right now? Doesn’t feel real safe when it’s almost as cold as it is outside.” Huffing a little, she shook her head. “Knew I should’ve taken my chances and just stayed home.”

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Why should I apologize for the monster I’ve become? No one ever apologized for making me this way. [insp.]

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STEFAN

Stefan doesn’t know what it is about this guy that just rubs him the wrong way. Of course it is the attitude, but can he blame the other man for being just a little boorish about his obvious lack of self control? Still, he finds the demeanor to be aggravating even if part of him can justify it.  ❛ Obviously you do or wouldn’t be standing here giving me the 411. Unless of course you’re just in the habit of throwing warnings to everyone you meet because you don’t care. ❜ It is then that he notices the badge, flashing away. ❛ That explains it. ❜ He mutters under his breath, licking his lips and watching the other man as he points out that he is not special. Oh, he could laugh at that statement.   ❛ Oh that has been made perfectly clear thank you very much. ❜  These past few weeks had been a nightmare and just being trapped here is messing up with his head that much more. Last thing he needs or wants is to have some cop breathing down his neck. He is supposed to be the diplomatic one, wasn’t he?  ❛ I appreciate the advice, officer. I will be sure to remember it next time. ❜

            the  badge  alone  provides  a  better  explanation  than  he  ever  could,  so  he  doesn’t  feel  the  need  to  elaborate  further.  he’s  not  overly  confident  that  the  man’s  going  to  actually  listen  to  him  —  people  hardly  ever  do  —  but  he’s  done  his  due  diligence  and  maybe  that’s  enough.  there’s  an  argument  to  be  made  that  maybe  it  would  be  better  if he’d  just  let  him  pounce  on  that  poor,  injured,  individual,  and  let  the  chips  fall  where  they  may,   pretending  to  be  levi  stone  is  getting  old.   “  sure  you  will. ”   eyes  roll,  shirt  pushed  back  down  as  he  moves  to  leave  —  only  to  get  distracted  by  the  lights  flickering  overhead.   it’s  not  a  good  sign.   between  the  blustery  winds  that  have  been  shaking  the  front  doors  and  the  instability  of  the  lights,  he  figures  it’s  only  a  matter  of  time  before  the  place  descends  into  chaos.   chaos  brings  anarchy  and  anarchy  brings  injuries.   if  he  does  want  to  keep  the  body  count  to  a  minimum,  he  should  probably  do  something  about  it.   “  there’s  a  blood  bank  upstairs.  another  vampire  trashed  it,  but  you  might  be  able  to  salvage  something. ”    desperate  times,  after  all,  call  for  desperate  measures.   

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HENRIK

             it was funny to think such a glare would have broken his heart only a month ago. henrik remembered when the thought of levi being mad at him made him feel horrible. now, in sight with that glare, he felt no remorse. in fact, he had his own reflection of DEFIANCE in return. almost a daring him to do something. his eyes remain drawn on the vampire ( hybrid, his mind corrected ) as he sunk teeth into his wrist and smeared it upon the girl. it was a small moment that reminded henrik of when HE had been that girl, with levi’s blood unwillingly down his throat he wondered if it said anything about him, if it said everything about him, that he was now participating in such a thing. letting levi compel her as he did, play her for a fool like henrik had been played… levi— daniel, carelessly thrust the girl in henrik’s direction, to which he caught her. “hey,” his tone was gentle as he addressed her. “keep walking down this hallway, they’ll be someone a few ways down. they’ll help you.” he didn’t know if the compulsion would make her more pliable to not asking questions, but seamlessly she moved in such direction. with henrik’s gaze remaining on her until she was out of sight. “i’m coming with you.” he decided before even having a proper reason why it was RELEVANT that henrik joined him. the root of it being his lack of trust in the hybrid, despite knowing it was in the man’s best interest  (and if daniel could be counted in anything, he could be counted to act in THAT). “the vampire might have livestock or something, i should be there for them. not like you’re the comforting type.” not the best reason, but suitable enough. he made it clear that any objection made no difference to him .”let’s go.” henrik decided before levi’s inevitable objection. 

              oh  how  he  misses  the  days  where  he  could  skip  a  bunch  of  steps,  compel  henrik  into  thinking  he’d  done  things  so  he  could  avoid  doing  them.   there’s  an  argument  at  the  tip  of  his  tongue,  reminders  of  the  younger  mikaelson’s  ineptitudes  in  a  fight,  but  the  more  he  argues  the  more  time  he  has  to  spend  around  him.  it’s  a  toss-up  on  which  of  them  resents  this  situation  more.   henrik,  for  being  played  like  the  fool,  or  levi,  staring  his  failure  in  the  face.   it’s  lose  /  lose.    but  if  they  find  the  vampire,  eliminate  the  threat,  he’ll  be  one  step  closer  to  his  freedom.   “  fine. ”   it’s  grit  out  through  clenched  teeth.   “  keep  up. ”   then,  without  further  conversation,  he  turns  on  his  heel  and  heads  in  the  direction  the  girl  stumbled  away  from.   blood  speckles  the  ground  like  breadcrumbs,  leading  them  on  a  weaving  path  down  two  corridors  and  down  a  set  of  stairs.   at  the  end,  as  predicted,  the  vampire’s  outside  the  blood  bank  with  pouches  of  blood  cradled  in  their  arms.   hoarding  for  the  winter,  the  horseman  thinks  with  a  chuckle.  at  least  they’re  proactive.   levi,  however,  doesn’t  see  the  amusement.   instead  he  hones  in  on  famine’s  hunger,  on  how  sated  the  horseman  would  feel  after  tearing  through  pouch  after  pouch,  and  he  lets  the  need  override  the  exhaustion  that  seeps  into  his  bones  as  he  approaches.    fangs  distend,  veins  discoloring  as  strong  arms  grab  the  vampire.   they  go  crashing  through  the  plate  glass  door  to  the  blood  bank,  landing  on  the  blood  bags  as  they  splatter  everywhere.   the  vampire  gets  the  upper  hand,  lands  a  blow  against  levi’s  face,  but  it’s  not  enough.    the  hybrid  reaches  for  a  shard  of  glass,  impaling  the  vampire  in  the  neck  as  a  knee  comes  up  to  slam  into  his  chest.   the  vampire  gets  flung  backwards,  slams  into  a  cabinet  that  cracks  on  impact.   in  the  distraction,  levi  reaches  for  a  table  leg  and  pulls  hard.   it  snaps  free,  cracking  to  make  a  makeshift  stake  before  lunging.    he  misses,  the  stake  rolling  out  of  his  hands  and  over  towards  where  he  left  henrik  behind  as  the  vampire  lands  another  hit  and  they  grapple  on  the  floor.   

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JO

“Damn right, I’ll keep my Reese’s.” She’d worked hard  for those suckers, and had no intention of sharing them. In reality, the growing pile of snacks had started due to the fact that the Reese’s were particular stubborn and had to be persuaded to shake loose. “Well, in that case, take all the other shit I was really just interested in the candy.” God, what she wouldn’t do for a burger though. Jo nodded in agreement, noting how it was more difficult to take in a deep breath, that her hands were shaking and fingers were starting to feel numb. “Yeah, I…thought it was just me.”

              he’s  quiet  for  a  moment,  sifting  through  the  sounds  around  them  in  search  of  answers.  most  of  it  is  inane  conversations,  or  complaints  about  the  weather,  but  eventually  he  finds  something  helpful.  it  must  be  a  maintenance  worker  talking  to  one  of  the  shift  nurses,  their  voices  low  and  shushed  to  avoid  causing  alarm  but  his  enhanced  hearing  picks  it  up  just  fine.   by  the  sounds  of  things,  the  heating  system’s  iced  over  and  they  can’t  get  it  booted  back  up.   by  that  estimation,  if  temperatures  continue  to  plummet,  they’ll  be  in  trouble  in  a  matter  of  hours.   great.   suddenly  he’s  wishing  he’d  have  taken  his  chances  with  the  blizzard  before  things  went  from  bad  to  catastrophic.   “  no.  not  just  you. ”   his  lips  press  into  a  thin  line,  popping  the  last  handful  of  skittles  into  his  mouth  as  he  rises  to  his  feet.   “  you  should  keep  moving.  make  sure  your  blood  stays  circulating. ”   if  things  get  dire,  the  prospect  of  tapping  her  like  a  keg  will  start  looking  better  and  better.   when  and  if  the  time  comes,  he’ll  need  her  to  be  alive  to  do  so.  

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STEFAN

It’s not just about food. It’s an experience. Not even bagged human blood could compare to the thrill that comes from drinking straight from a pulsating vein. After that, how could any vampire drink from deer or any other four legged beast? Stefan spent years feeding this way and suppressing the need for more. The structure is similar - blood is blood, after all - but it’s emotionless. He has been living vicariously through the blood he drinks and can’t be bothered with real-life emotions. He can feel all he needs to in one drop. Giving up human blood forces Stefan to feel on his own, experience his own emotions, bringing him one step closer to humanity. Fighting the temptation all the way…fighting the blood. It has never been easy but now it was particularly difficult. It’s like his brain has been reset to the moment of transition. That initial feeling after he had his first taste and his control was non existent. It’s irritating and for the most part it has been making him extremely bitter. So last thing he needs is for someone to point out the obvious or give him warnings as if he is not aware of how unhinged he’s acting.  ❛Jeez, thanks mom. I’ll try to be a good boy next time. ❜ He says, mildly annoyed by the entire situation and by the present company. ❛ How about you don’t sneak up on people? Since we’re, you know, exchanging recommendations. ❜

           the  impulse  to  snap  the  man’s  neck,  exit  this  conversation  and  save  himself  the  headache  of  squabbling  with  a  hangry  vampire,  is  strong.  it’s  only  because  he  still  needs  this  identity,  needs  to  hide  behind  the  anonymity  of  levi  stone,  that  he  grinds  his  teeth  together  and  resists.   he  can  dish  out  device  all  day  long  but  that  doesn’t  mean  he’s  good  at  listening  to  it.   DO  AS  I  SAY,  NOT  AS  I  DO.    “  i  don’t  care  if  you’re  good  or  not. ”   he  replies  sourly.   “  —  just  don’t  be  so  obvious  about  it. ”   he  dusts  himself  off  as  he  straightens,  quirks  a  brow  as  he  lifts  his  shirt.   the  badge  pinned  to  his  belt  shines,  just  like  he  expected  it  would.   “  sneaking  up  on  people’s  part  of  the  job.  you’re  not  special. ”   he  might  be  a  fake  cop,  but  he’ll  pretend  to  take  his  fake  responsibilities  fake  seriously  if  it  benefits  him.  

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JO

“Exactly what I said after the first bar came loose.” Jo couldn’t help but grin, nodding towards the absolute pile of candy sitting in the seat beside her. “Help yourself. Minus the Reese’s. Those are mine, call it a finder’s fee.”

           “  keep  your  reese’s. ”   he  heads  towards  the  pile,  grabbing  anything  he  could  find  that  was  salty  or  sour.  famine’s  not  craving  anything  sweet.   not  unless,  of  course,  she  was  tapping  one  of  her  veins  open  and  sharing  her  blood  instead  of  her  snacks.  “  i  don’t  have  a  sweet  tooth. ”   he  tears  the  packaging  open  with  his  teeth  and  sinks  back  down  into  his  seat,  practically  inhaling  the  pretzels  as  a  shiver  racks  his  body.   at  first  he’d  felt  fine  but  as  famine  grew  weaker,  and  the  day  dragged  on,  he  was  starting  to  feel  the  cold  seeping  in.    which  was  —  surprising,  given  the  vampire  side  of  him   usually  kept  him  from  feeling  the  elements.    by  the  time  he’s  tearing  into  the  sour  skittles,  his  hands  are  so  cold  they’re  trembling.   SOMETHING’S  WRONG.   “  is  it  just  me  or  is  it  getting  colder  and  colder  in  here  ...   ?  ”

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HENRIK

        just the sight of his face made henrik want to head back into the blizzard. or, maybe just say fuck it to his initial choice of sparring the other and text klaus yo, could u break spine? he knew the offer was on the table. but no, he had more important things to deal with in the moment besides his piece of shit ex-boyfriend existing in his same proximity. he knew levi’s partner, he was pretty sure they even planned a dinner date once but it was something that never came to pass. nowadays, henrik was sure that was something the hybrid might have had a hand in. he’d been so eager for a dinner date, and then— YEP, now he remembered. ugh, it made him want to scream into a pillow. before he could let out a simple good riddance, a scream tore throughout the air. a young woman limping towards them and covered in blood. well fuck. knowing he’d get no help from daniel, he didn’t spare him a glance. “hey,” inspecting the wound, he recognized it well. a vampire bite. kind of like the kind levi used to leave on him. but these ones, they were more gaping. levi had always been more cautious. back then, he hadn’t wanted henrik dead just yet.  “shit.” he murdered, this woman was dying and he could do NOTHING. “your blood.” hybrid, but still. vampire blood had properties. “you really want your partner to come back to you and a dead body daniel?” the name felt foreign on his tongue. “won’t look too good on your record.” 

               his  first  impulse  is  to  tear  out  his  throat  and  wear  his  larynx  like  a  necklace.  there’s  a  noise  like  shattering  glass  ricocheting  in  his  head,  every  part  of  him  intolerable  to  someone  like  henrik  using  his  real  name.   it’s  not  his  to  use.   he  wants  to  scream,  wants  to  shove  him  up  against  the  wall  and  threaten  to  tear  him  to  shreds  if  he  ever  dares  utter  it  again,  but  famine  stops  him.   the  horseman  takes  the  reigns,  shoots  henrik  a  withering  stare,  before  wordlessly  stepping  towards  the  woman.   eyes  are  glassy,  vacant,  and  the  horseman  wants  nothing  more  than  to  sink  their  fangs  into  her  neck.   the  human,  pest  as  he  might  be,  is  right:  they  don’t  need  a  body  on  their  hands,  a  series  of  questions  asked  that  would  be  an  inconvenience.    teeth  bite  into  their  wrist,  blood  smeared  across  the  woman’s  face  as  she’s  forced  to  drink.  “  sometime  today,  please. ”   the  horseman  utters  with  a  frown,  slapping  her  face  to  wake  her  up  as  her  jaw  works  to  swallow.    after  a  moment  or  two,  her  eyes  burst  open  and  doe  eyes  settle  on  his  face.   lips  shift,  mouth  opening  to  scream  —  but  he  shuts  down  them.   “  stay  quiet. ”   her  lips  press  back  together,   eyes  wide  and  scared  as  silent  tears  stream  down  her  face.   “  you  fell  and  bit  your  lip.  there  was  a  lot  of  blood,  so  you  got  queasy  and  passed  out.  you’re  fine,  just  embarrassed. ”   this  comes  from  levi,  the  reigns  back  in  his  hands  now  that  the  danger  has  passed.  “  you  don’t  remember  anything  else  because  that’s  what  happened. ”   once  the  woman’s  nodded,  eyes  still  a  little  out  of  focus,  he  hands  her  over  to  henrik.   he  can  do  whatever  he  wants  with  her  —  it’s  of  no  consequence  to  him.   “  she’s  all  yours. ”    as  much  as  he’d  like  to  throw  in  the  towel,  say  he’s  done  enough  and  go  back  to  masquerading,  he  knows  a  rogue  vampire  will  only  cause  more  headaches  down  the  line  while  they’re  all  trapped  here.   for  better  or  worse,  it’s  on  him  to  solve  the  problem.    henrik  sure  as  hell  won’t  be  capable  of  taking  them  down.   not  without  his  witch.    “  i’ll  go  find  the  vampire. ”