#DAMMIT VERVAIN

[faeriesboon-a]

"You vant to fisticuffs ze children? YOU GO OUTSIDE."

     ❛  Yeah, thanks. I wasn’t about to fight anyone, especially not in my office. But thanks.  ❜

@drodine I HATE YOU SO M U C H

[daylightmikaelson]

𝑅𝐸𝐵𝐸𝐿𝐿𝐼𝑂𝑈𝑆

pairing || eljah mikaelson x daughter!reader mikaelsons x platonic!reader

warnings || mild angst, fluff, minor alcohol use

request || can i please request a hc where you’re elijahs daughter and you guys get in a fight which ends up with you being at a bar and you get kidnapped and they rescue you.

a/n || i hope you enjoy this, sweet anon!!

being the daughter of elijah mikaelson was certainly something.

when you were first born, he couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

and quite frankly , he never did.

he is the most protective father ever and as much as you’re grateful for him, you wish he was less of a helicopter parent.

for example, one time you came home with a not so subtle smile on your face.

your uncle klaus smirked at you, already knowing what was up.

“y/n, love, what is a smile that large doing on your face so late at night?”

you wanted to flip off your uncle for being so obvious.

this sentence caught the attention of your father, who put down his book and closed it.

you already knew what this meant.

interrogation time.

“y/n, i would also like to know why your smile is larger than us usual.”

you turned to your uncle klaus who was smirking immensely, waiting to see what was going to happen next.

as if he was watching a movie right in front of him.

“nowhere, father. just taking a nice evening walk.”

after that, you tried your best to run up to your room, but elijah vamp sped and stopped right in front of you, preventing you from going any further.

“y/f/n, i know when my daughter is lying, so i’m going to ask again, where were you?”

“i already told you, i was nowhere.” with that, you walked past elijah and went to your room, slamming the door shut.

you were sulking in your bed, still angry at your father

and that’s when you’d decided you were going to go to the bar and get drunk.

being in a house full of vampires wasn’t easy, especially when it came to sneaking out, but you got lucky this time.

biologically, you were 16, but your compelled the bartender.

already taking in six shots and a cup of bourbon, you were half way drunk.

“give me another cup of whiskey, why don’t ya’, love,” you said slurred.

you chugged that cup down so quickly, you didn’t even notice that a man was sitting next to you, smirking cockily.

“hello, i’m david.”

“hi david, i’m not interested.”

before you can get up from your seat, you felt a needle stabbing your neck violently as you passed out quickly.

when you woke up, your hands were tied to vervain ropes, making you wince at every touch.

“w-what are you doing to me?” you could barely sputter out words as the vervain ropes were hurting you.

“i’m trying to attract the originals, i need to kill them and the only way to get them to come, is to steal the youngest mikaelson.”

you groaned as you were hoping your family would come soon.

of course they would come for me… right?? you thought to yourself.

just as david was about to stab you with a dagger, someone came up behind him and ripped his heart out.

“now, if you go anywhere near my lovely niece again, i will kill you. oh wait, i already did,” kol said with this signature sinister smile.

as much as you wanted to laugh at what your uncle said, you were too tired and exhausted.

after kol took his hand out of david’s chest, he turned to you, his humorous expression was now fading at the sight of you being in pain.

“dammit, y/n you should have just stayed home.” kol quickly ripped off the vervain ropes.

your vision was still blurry but you could see rebekah, freya, klaus and your father there.

elijah had a worried expression on his face as he caressed your cheeks, hoping to see if you were okay.

“y/n , please do not do that again. i’m so sorry about this. this is my fault.”

elijah held his head down, guilty feeling like this was his fault.

“dad, don’t apologize. this was my fault not yours. i’m sorry i snuck out, i shouldn’t have done that.”

“i love you, y/n. tour presence makes my life complete and your smile brings joy in my day.” elijah kissed your forehead which you smiled lightly after wards.

“i love you too, father.”

[ofdamages-arc]

@faiththesinfulslayer​ said: “ will you quit talking like that?! i’m not leaving you behind! “ for damon

  “ dammit faith! ” he growled, then winced as the vervain soaked ropes that were holding him up bit into his wrists. “ i told you not to come here! you don’t know what you’re walking into. ” his eyes darted to the doorway behind her, praying kol was nowhere near by. “ this is not your run of the mill vampire here, faith. you’re outmatched. ” he let his head hang down for a moment, nearly overwhelmed by the wave of tiredness, weakness that washed over him. “ i don’t need your help. i don’t want your help, okay? just go. ” the veins beneath his eyes rippled as he used all his energy to lunge as far as he could at her, snapping his fangs dramatically. “ go! ”

[fountainstrangerart]

Vervain the Skwovet is next for sitting in the box.

Leon patted Charizard’s head as he landed, and smiled kindly as his opponent yelled in defeat as they called their pokemon back to its ball.

“That was a great fight, I hope you come back when your stronger it would be great to battle again.~” Leon held his hand out, and shook his opponents hand pleasantly before turning away back to the locker room.

“Won again? Sorry today wasn’t the day.” Raihan strolled up with an easy smile constantly modeling for his RotomPhone who happily snapped pictures of him and Leon who stopped to pose so he could get a good shot with him.  

“It was still a good battle, they have potential for sure.” They sat down and Leon took off his cap, and took a big swig of water from a branded bottle. “So what brings you to the main stadium? Today isn’t our scheduled match, and I know you have ads to film with that tech brand.”

“I found something you’re gonna wanna see.” Raihan motioned for his phone to float up to Leon.

“I don’t want to see anymore “fanart” someone made me Rai.” Leon raised a hand to block the screen, and looked away with a small frown.

“No, not this time.” Raihan chuckled as he lowered Leon’s hand.

“This time!?” Leon raised his eyebrow as Rai motioned for him to pay attention to the screen, the player was unpaused and Leon bit his lip as the video played.

Alice stood under a berry tree as Protea shook hiding behind her bag with small whimpers. “Its ok Protea, i'm just gonna get us some berries and make curry.”

She shook the tree in the Sun Dappled Grove a few times as berries fell, but Leon knew that it wouldn't have been uploaded if something didn’t happen.

After a few moments a Skwovet fell out of the tree, and fell directly on her head with a loud snarl. Alice screamed, and started flailing and running around in a gray and purple blur as she tried to get the now tangled skwovet literally out of her hair.

“AAAHHHHH!!! AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!! AAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!”

Protea started sobbing loudly, and a jet of water shot from his eyes hitting Alice and the Swovet who fell over with varying yells and squeals.

The person filming it chuckled loudly, catching her attention as she wheeled around to look at him, looking like a crazy person with a pokemon still tangled and flailing in her hair.

“YOUR FILMING!? StOp! STO-” She yelled as she started reaching out to the camera, and running towards him and the footage suddenly cuts.

Leon put his face in his hands and sighed as Raihan pulled the phone back.

“It’s a meme now.” Raihan laid out with a sympathetic look.

“Noooooooo”

“Theres photo edits.”

“Please don’t”

“People are photoshopping pictures of her with a skwovet on her head.”

“Dammit.”

***

Commissions are available, feel free to DM if your interested

[silentexplorer18]

6, 15, and 18 for Damon or Kol whichever you prefer xo luv you bubba!

Thank you for requesting, darling! :) I hope you don’t mind there’s some cursing (and blood cause vampires), and I made it Kol because I’m feeling like writing sexy and psychotic tonight lol.  And I know this is meant to be a blurb but it turned into 1,200+ words very quickly so oops this is a bit long.  I hope you enjoy!

Click here to read it on AO3.

“God dammit, Kol!” you shouted, hand reaching to run over your head - a nervous habit - before dropping as you remembered the mess coating it.  “You can’t keep killing people in here!”

His back was to you, but he knew enough to know you were still in your work clothes, the stupid little red apron - all frilly decoration - your boss made you wear front and center.  The blood on your hand would match that now, doorknob soaked with the splatter.  He hadn’t meant to kill them.  Okay, he did.  But he really didn’t need you prattling on about it.  It was bad enough he was staying with you, the stupid vervain on your wrist and in your tea making you impossible to control.

“I can’t keep spending every Saturday cleaning up the messes you leave behind.  The booze is bad enough, and the random clothes from all the girls you keep bringing in,” you sigh, but it’s laced with disgust.  “But you can’t keep expecting me to clean up dead bodies for you.  That was never part of the deal.”

He wanted you dead.  It had been five months of your incessant yelling and he wanted you dead.  You fought tooth and nail against him at every step.  He just wanted to be rid of you.

There was a thunk as you jumped over a body, an irritated sigh as you found the four more stacked in front of the couch that you hadn’t noticed before.

“I’m letting you stay here because I owe Elijah, not because I want you here.”

“What a surprise,” he muttered, the comment wry.  “And here I thought you’d invited me into your home for my looks.”  Turning, he caught sight of you.  Your hands were folded across your chest, foot tapping against the bloodstained carpet.  “What?”

“Clean it up.”

His expression faltered, quickly shifting from taunting to irate.  “What?”

“I said clean it up.”

Narrowing his eyes, he took a step forward.  “No.”

“I’m not your maid.  Do.  It.  Yourself.  You make the mess?  You clean it up.”

“No.”  And this time you could see the frustration blazing in his eyes.  Maybe it was your long shift at work or the aggravation with your manager’s rude comments, but it’s possible you stepped over a line you shouldn’t have.  He stepped closer, and you drew back, breath shuddering as your back hit the wall, head digging uncomfortably into the corner of a picture frame.  He’s right in front of you, eyes growing dark as he scanned across the expanse of your neck, settling on the spot you knew all too well to be your jugular.

Before you could blink, he grabbed your head, pulled it back.  His nose tracing along the skin, teeth just barely nicking the flesh.  But he couldn’t bite.  For the first time in his life, he couldn’t bring himself to bite.

So he pulled back, slamming his hand against the wall, watching you wince.  “Why can’t I hurt you?” he spat, stepping away.

“Because you promised Elijah you wouldn’t.”

That was true.  But he knew it wasn’t the real reason.

Every time he smelled that damn vanilla perfume on your neck, his whole body went weak for you.  He returned to the other side of the room, finding the nearly gone sunset out the window.  The distance helped, allowing the fire of loathing he held for you to slowly begin burning again, the impenetrable wall he protected himself with.

He heard you step off the wall, the faint flutter of your heart a symphony of all his greatest wonders.  Were you scared?  Flustered?  Needy?  He couldn’t tell by the beats alone, not when your kindness toward him waxed and waned each passing day.

The bumping sound of a body shifting had the bristles under his skin forming again.  You were insatiable in your need to fix things.  “What are you doing now?”  The words are more irritated than anything else, less biting than he meant them to be, but your answering sigh makes him feel he’s still made his point.

“Figuring out how to clean the stains off the floor.  Lest you forget, this is meant to be a classy house.”

“How could I forget?” he snarked, rolling his eyes.

But something was wrong.  You paused, eyes scanning the floor as you considered the mess before you.  “Kol?”  Your tone was too soft, too concerned.  He turned back toward you, gaze meeting your alarmed expression.  “There are only eight hearts on the floor.  Where’s the ninth one?”

He blinked, shifting to look at the bloody items strewn across the floor.  “What do you mean there’s only eight-”

And when he turned back, he knew why.  The knife was at your throat, hand under your shoulder like the woman was afraid you’d bolt, but you didn’t have the speed, nor stupidity, to try something like that.  You felt her breath, surprisingly calm, against your ear, fanning down your neck, across the blade at your throat.  Wincing, you felt it pierce the skin just barely.  And it was your time, it just had to be.  Because what kind of idiot invites a vampire into their home?  But it wasn’t your home, it was Elijah’s home.  He was just kind enough to let you stay.  And here you were gazing at Kol’s face - death incarnate - while you breathed your last breaths.

You jumped at the snap beside your ear.  Her body slid to the floor as the clatter of a knife crashed somewhere near your feet.  But you were too numb to care, mind reeling with the thought of everything that could’ve happened.  You could’ve died.

You were normal.  Shit like this wasn’t supposed to happen to people like you.  But it was.  You were living with vampires and tiptoeing past death every day and it was just too much.

Kol’s face was in front of yours, hands pressed against your shoulders.  “Are you okay?”  He sounds so level headed and it’s the farthest thing from his usual self that it almost derails you from your panic.  Almost.

“I can’t breathe.”  It comes out better than you feel, though still a little ragged, a little bit not right.

“You’re okay.  She barely scratched you.  You’re fine.”  His hands were dusting your shoulders, and if you’d dared to look into his eyes, you’d find the hint of worry placed there.  But you don’t.  Because it’s all too much and he’s just as bad as all the others littering your floor in immobile piles.

“I need to leave.  I need to get out of this house.  This isn’t- I never wanted this to happen.”  You turn, stumbling over the body by your feet before he catches your arm, eyes boring into your face.  You can’t tell what his expression means, too shaken to care.  “Are you going to stop me?”

He lets go.  “No, I’m not.”

So you leave.  Because you can’t tell that his eyes are screaming concern and his hands are just itching to hold you and whisk you away from the death at your feet because for the first time he’s found something - someone - worth living for again.  You can’t tell that’s what he means by the jabs and the insults, so you leave.  And he drinks.  And cleans the stains on the floor.

[faemae00]

MINE Part 1

Kai x Reader

Word count - 716

Summary - Kai kidnaps you and comes out with a surprising proposition!

Imagine - Kai kidnaps you and comes out with a surprising proposition...

You slowly open your eyes trying to get your bearings.... Where are you?! You look around and suddenly recognise your surroundings. You're in Mystic Falls High School! What the hell are you doing here? As your mind starts to focus more you realise you're on a chair and your wrists are tied behind your back with ropes soaked in vervain. It burns and you flinch from the pain when you try to pull yourself out of them.

"Oh hey there sleepy head!" You hear an annoyingly quirky sounding voice coming from behind you. As the person comes into view you get confirmation of who it is. Kai freaking Parker. He stands there in front of you, handsome as always, with that stupid smug grin on his face. God what you'd give to wipe that off right now. You growl at him and start to thrash about in the chair angrily.

"Kai! Let me out of here! What the hell?!" You shriek loudly. He stands and just laughs at you. He's finding this far too amusing for your liking and it's just making you more and more angry.

"Aw y/n... don't be like that...."

"What the hell am I supposed to be like Kai?! You knock me out, kidnap me and tie me to a goddam chair!" You can feel your anger building now.

He crouches down in front of you, moving his head from side to side as if studying you.

"You're a feisty one aren't you y/n? Look, I'm not going to hurt you. Not much anyway. I just need to brush up on my magic and you being a vampire and all, seemed like the perfect person to practice on! Now, do you mind if I try and turn your blood to acid again?" He smiles.

"What?! NO!" You shout loudly, trying, and failing again, to break out of the chair.

All of a sudden you feel a burning sensation on your cheek. "Ow! Ow! Kai what are you doing?!"

"Just marking what's mine." he says with a grin, scratching a K into your right cheek. Within seconds it's healed and gone completely. "Dammit. Well, worth a try." He huffs, standing upright.

"Kai. Please just let me go. You don't need to do this."

He stands there deep in thought for a few seconds. "Actually y/n, I do. You and your friends have caused me nothing but trouble since I escaped that god forsaken prison world. Now how do you think they'll all feel about me having their precious y/n all to myself?" He smirks.

"Look, Kai. I know they've not been easy on you...." he laughs loudly and you ignore it, continuing. "But I've tried to stay out of it all on purpose. What they've done has nothing to do with me."

He thinks to himself for minute.

"Okay. I'll let you go."

You eyes wide at his response, then your happiness quickly dissipates as he says that one word you're dreading. "But...."

"What Kai? Whatever if is, I'll do it." You sigh. You're tired and you just want this to be over now.

"I want you to go on a date with me." He says, very matter of fact.

"You want me to... what?" You ask, confusion in your voice. This man stood in front of you, who only minutes ago wanted to tear you apart, was asking if he could take you on a date.

"A date. Just one date. Then I'll leave you alone. If you want me to." He winks, but you can tell he's not as confident as he sounds.

"Okay..." you say quietly.

"Really?!" The look on his face is priceless. It's as if he's been offered the grand prize!

"Yes. One date." You say, flinching again from the pain of the vervained ropes.

"Okay. It's a deal then." He crouches behind you and unties the ropes, letting you loose. You could have run. You probably could have killed him there and then. But you didn't. Because no matter how much you denied it, you kind of wanted to see what a date with Kai Parker might be like.

And with that, you vampire sped away into the night.

To be continued...

[chaoticordxr]

@thewhippedsalvatxre​     |      plotted  starter  !

he’d  been  out  for  longer  than  she  had  expected .    her  own  transition  had  been  long  ago  ,   almost  a  haze  to  her  at  that  point  ,   but  surely  it  didn’t  take  her  that  long  to  wake  up  and  shift  into  survival  mode  .  death  was  different  for  everyone  ,    she  supposed  .   “   come  on  ,  damon  .    we  don’t  have  time  for  dramatics ,   ”    she  said  to  herself  as  she  knelt  down  to  check  for  a  change  in  his  still ,   lifeless  body  .   they  needed  to  leave  .   she  needed  him  to  wake  up  so  they  could  plot  an  even  further  escape  ,    a  different  life  where  they  could  be  together  and  not  worry  about  the  hell  that  was  mystic  falls  .    the  vampire  grew  more  paranoid  by  the  second  .   every  moment  they  remained  in  virginia  was  a  moment  they  risked  being  caught  ,     and  with  damon  being  new  ,   she  wasn’t  sure  she’d  be  able  to  fight  off  an  entire  army  of  angry  humans  carrying  vervain  and  flames  on  her  own  .    “   wake  up ,   dammit ,   ”   she  shook  him  ,   as  if  that  would  do  anything  for  the  dead  .

[thetradeway]

Session 15: 30 Jul 2022

No Giles again; we soldier on without him while sending ‘thumbs down’ gifs on the group chat.

We open the last door before the stairs - there is a library with a lectern in front of the fire, with a schmancy looking book sitting locked on it. All the shelves are packed with books, and there are rolling ladders all over the place. Pfenig wants to know if there are any books of an erotic nature; to bring back for Giles, naturally.

Hazel tries to pick the lock on the book - she successfully does so. Around her three things materialise - we roll Initiative! Luckily Hazel rolls a nat 20 - she might need it.

These things are Specters, Nuri knows with a good Arcana check. They can reduce our max HP if we don’t make a good CON save… This could be interesting! Good thing we’ve got a cleric!

Vervain uses Twilight Sanctuary to give everyone some measure of protection, and some temp HP. Nuri busts out a new trick - Green-Flame Blade. The spectres halve the fire damage, unfortunately. They do not halve the radiant damage from Vervain’s cantrip, but two of them make the save. Dammit. Pfenig tries necrotic damage, which they ignore. Well, balls. He does Shilldfkgjhsdghjhh.

Pfenig gets the last one; how-de-do-dis? “I whisk it like an egg.”

Well that’s that then.

The book describes family events of the noble family throughout history. Births, deaths, social events. Nuri thinks it’s boring, so Pfenig and Hazel take a look - they find some more interesting details.

This family have done deals with devils; there is tiefling blood in this family. Pfenig says that others might find this salacious, but he thinks it’s regular. He swishes his tail. Perhaps there’s blackmail involved here? Nuri takes the book into his Lamp of Holding, and leaves it there. We might find a way to use it.

There’s another door by the stairs, but Hazel is convinced there must be a secret switch in one of the books on the shelves; she goes around pulling at books and candlesticks, but nothing happens. We go to the last door, after some Healer’s Kit uses.

We open the last door, to see a portrait of the man of the house. This appears to be his office. There is a wresting mat, and some slightly homoerotic statues. Many of the ‘books’ are not books at all, but are boxes painted to look like books, with smutty artwork hidden inside. Hazel takes one for Giles.

We take a short tea making break.

Heading for the stairs we hear the clanging of metal on metal. Pfenig and Vervain, as the least squishy members, go first. There is a pile of bodies at the top, in a spreading pool of blood.

Behind the door at the top we can hear a woman screaming, and someone trying to boot it down. Nuri: “I smell crime.”

Around the corner are a group of Zhents fighting the house guard. Vervain sneaks up and whacks a Zhent in the back of the head. Initiative time!

Hazel begins with assassinating one - she can do that now. She kills him outright. (Vervain makes a note to be very nice to her.)

The fight continues between the Zhents and the guard for a while before the order comes back to us. Vervain sees a Zhent bash a guard in the head; he drops. Vervain looks to see if he might be saveable, but the DM mentions the phrase ‘bag of gravel’ when describing the state of the man’s head. Probably kinder to let that one go.

“With an ululating cry,” Pfenig leaps and swings with his Shillskghsglsd;fjgh. He can still use his necrotic thing, which is still up from the previous fight.

Nuri thinks; “No, that’s overkill…” He decides on Firebolt instead. “Make a wish, punk!”

Vervain heals one of the guard, and asks where the rest of the fighting is - the guards point us toward the door to the south, behind which we hear kicking. It’s an en suite. There is a man in there, wearing Zhent armour but fancy. This looks very much like the man who limped away from Trollskull Alley…

It’s Urstal Floxin.

There is a cage on a stand in here with him - he dashes to it and throws it open. Pfenig, hopefully: “Perhaps nothing will happen and it will be great.”

But, no, three flying snakes emerge. One drops dead from disgust at Pfenig’s Symbiotic Entity spores.

Vervain hits with Guiding Bolt, so Pfenig uses the Advantage to go for Floxin’s teeth; he hits, and does some necrotic damage as well.

We realise (not belatedly, for once) that we want this guy alive. Pfenig withdraws his staff from Floxin’s mouth. “Submit?” It is immediately clear that he will not.

On the floor is some sort of magic circle. Ah, fuck. Pfenig makes an Arcana check but fails it.

Nuri decides to give something a go. “Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you… Urstal Floxin… Covered in Bees!” He casts Infestation from a scroll. Floxin makes the save, sadly. Worth a shot.

Hazel hides and shoots, “non-lethally”. Urstal puts his head down and tries to barrel past Nuri, forcing a contested STR check - Nuri stops him, and Pfenig gets an Attack of Opportunity.

Vervain misses with their flail. And Spiritual Weapon. Oh dear.

Hazel brings him down with an arrow. The woman of the house screams at us to get out; the Watch are on their way.

So what do we do with him? Tie him to a chair, slap him about a bit, question him. We still need to find the mechanical man; Floxin was kicking a door in that bathroom, we go in and have a peek. Hazel throws Pfenig the keys.

He knocks on the door. We have subdued the criminal. The door emerges; it is the man of the house. Pfenig gives him a little curtsy, and explains that we’re the heroes. We were in the neighbourhood, being heroic, so we thought we’d drop by. You’re welcome? We’ll be leaving soon with the prisoner.

Does he know what Urstal was doing here? The man insists he’s never seen him before, but a quick nat 20 Insight from Hazel reveals that to be bullshit.

We ask about the nimblewright. The man asks if his wife is around; we point him toward the screaming. He hurries us into the bathroom, saying it wouldn’t be good if his wife overheard us. Nuri drags Urstal in behind us.

We’re here about the stone of Golor, yes? What is it we want to know?

Well, where is it? That, and the nimblewright.

He says he doesn’t know. His wife’s mechanical servant was here, but it’s gone. Nuri shows him the doohickey. The man says the nimblewright has fled, did so when the Zhents broke in. Pfenig opens up the nimblewright and pulls the trigger; nothing happens.

Well shit.

Where’s it gone? The man isn’t sure. Oh, this is all too much!

The gnome that got exploded was bringing the stone to us, having heard how we rescued Renaer. Does Floxin have it?

The stone is some sort creature that’s been turned to stone. It knows the location of half a million Dragons, somewhere in Waterdeep. Everyone is seeking this thing.

He’s been bankrolling the Zhents and their little search for the stone - including the plot to kidnap Renaer. THey’ve been harbouring Floxin here, he was supposed to be locating the stone. The wife gave the nimblewright a Necklace of Fireballs, and told it to go and help Floxin hunt the gnome.

Why was Floxin attacking the family? Well the first plan was to kidnap Renaer. Then they heard the gnome had it. The wife interfered, so Urstal attacked the family in revenge.

So Nim’s creation likely wasn’t the one who threw the Fireball. The wife saw the mechanical man on the roof, and befriended it; it thinks it’s her friend, and she thinks it’s her servant. So maybe it was, then.

The wife starts screaming again. Nuri: “Madam, you are hysterical, take a seat!”

So the stone and the nimblewright are both still missing…

We’ve searched Floxin and he doesn’t seem to have the stone. He has some gold, a healing potion, and his sword (with poison residue, but not actual poison). We remove those from his person.

Hazel feels a hand on her back and she is shoved out of the way - the screaming woman is staring down her nose at her.

She tells us again to get out of her house, and is very rude about it. Pfenig waves his tail and sticks out his tongue. We leave and take our prisoner with us, and warn her not to tell anyone we were here. Nuri scorches her bedsheets as we leave.

As we leave - oh shit the magma mephit! We see the sun isn’t far off coming up. THere are three shades flitting around in the courtyard, and traces of magma all over the ground. The groundskeeper and his dogs are running around being chased by them. Whoops…

We take Floxin back to Trollskull Alley to tortur- uhhhhh, question him. Vervain has Zone of Truth, but not prepared. They can question him tomorrow, or we can do it the old fashioned way? Nuri has an idea - Skeemo might have some bits and bobs, Nuri can get some cash together and buy the ingredients and a recipe for a truth serum. That might take a few days, though… Pfenig could try Charm Person?

Hmm…

Should we just hand him to the Watch? That sounds like the best option, it feels like he’ll die before he tells us anything. We hand him over.

In the following days, the newspaper is full of stories about the incident at the manor. Several people - including some we recognise from the Portal - are arrested. Hazel is advised to lay low.

A flying snake arrives at the tavern with a note attached. If we can spare the time meet the writer at the city of the dead. We will be aid handsomely for our time. This person is a Zhent but we don’t know which kind. The flying snake suggests bad, but we know the writer is a Doom Raider.

We go to the statue. At the foot is a female dwarf with armour. Hazel makes an Insight check and fails. Nuri and Vervain can tell she’s come alone.

She assures us that the Doom Raiders are not involved with the villa incident. All the Zhents are being investigated; she needs to lay low. She will give us money just to meet her, and she will pay us more if we will let her stay at Trollskull Alley for a ten-day. and she will work for free.

We agree to let her stay. She has no people skills and is quite difficult to get on with. But we get 50pp out of it.

At the end of the ten-day she shakes us by the hand, and leaves. As she does, a female wizard arrives, and thrusts a note at Nuri. It has been sealed, but very obviously opened. Nuri looks at it. "You've read this?" he asks the wizard.

"Yes, it concerns me, of course I've read it." Oh, ok.

The party agree to let Thessalie join them for a while. There are no rooms left at Trollskull Alley so she will stay at the Yawning Portal, and has agreed to help with the cooking at Trollskull in the evenings.

With that all done, we call it a night.

[geekofmanyforms]

New Beginning  Chapter Twelve

***Sorry it took me so long to update. I'll try to get the new chapters out more quickly next time. Please review and let me know there is still interest in this story. As always this is still being posted on both AO3 and fanfiction.net***

The music was played loudly through the intercoms of every room in the Manor. I absentmindedly wondered how the loud music didn't hurt Damon's heightened hearing but shrugged it off.

Vicki's hair bounced as she swayed dangerously close to the edge of the table I had just vacated. I watched her from my position on the couch, needing to cool off for a moment. I, after all, didn't have Damon's blood giving me an extra boost of energy.

It had been two hours, Stefan was still MIA, and I was beginning to lose my patience — he should know better than to goad Damon like this.

I made my way to the window and slowly pulled the heavy drapes back just enough to peek outside. The sky was still blue, the sun still shining. I glanced at the tree line, hoping to see Stefan, but saw nothing. I bit the inside of my cheek and grumbled in frustration. I turned around and put my hands on my hips as I watched Damon dance with Vicki, his body pressed against hers, and shook my head. This was not my idea of fun.

"Oh man, what did you give me?" Vicki murmured, her face inches from Damon's.

His answering smile was vicious and calculating. "Some blood. You loved it," he said.

I scoffed lightly and walked over to the bookshelves on the right side of the room. I ran my fingers across the spines of the first few books. I was reading the titles when Vicki spoke next.

"I did? Wait. I'm confused," She asked, stepping back one step, "How did we get here?"

I looked over my shoulder and watched a shocked and confused expression flitter across her face as she moved her head from left to right, taking in her surroundings. I pitied her and hoped Damon kept his cool. The books in front of me caught my attention again as Damon chuckled darkly.

"We met in the woods. You were drunk. I attacked you. Then I killed all your friends and brought you here, and gave you some blood. You loved it," Damon said, pulling her closer. "And now we are going to play until the sun goes down,"

I sneered in his direction and took a black leather-bound book from the shelf and glanced at the cover; Dracula, how perfect. I giggled and shook my head at the image of one of the Salvatore brothers buying this specific book. The absurdity of the situation had to have been very amusing. I made my way back to the couch and sat down. I lifted my legs up and crossed them underneath me, snuggling down with the book in my lap.

"Find something to pique your interest, El?" Damon called from across the room.

I peeked over the top of the book and eyed him warily. He was still pressed against Vickie, his hands on her hips.

"It's better than watching you fondle a zombified version of Vickie. Does it even bother you that she isn't really aware of what's going on?" I asked, with real interest. "The idea of messing around with someone you've tricked into wanting you turns my stomach."

He smirked before taking Vicki's wrist in his mouth and biting sharply. I scrunched up my face and grimaced as she took his wrist into her own, biting down and then drinking heavily.

"That answer your question? Believe me El, she knows exactly what she is doing,"

His lips were stained crimson from her blood. I ignored him and looked back down at my book, hoping it gave me the escape I needed. The music faded into the background, and I barely noticed what was happening around me as I sunk myself deeper and deeper into the pages of the book. I didn't look up again until I heard a loud thump as something fell to the ground. I closed the book and found Vicki on the floor a few feet away from me. Damon stood beside her, his expression was bored and carefree. I flew from the couch and looked down at her body, noticing the unhealthy angle of her neck.

"Dammit, Damon! You knew what she meant to Mattie and Jer," I said in exasperation, kneeling down beside her.

I knew that she wouldn't be dead for long but waking up as a vampire wasn't much better, not for her, at least. She wasn't the kind of person that could survive immortality. She was an addict for a reason — she had a rough life, and I was damn sure she didn't want an eternity of it. I leaned back onto my feet with a sigh and looked up at Damon, who was leaning comfortably against the bar looking at the clock on the table beside me. He looked completely at ease, and it irritated me to no end. How could he be so cavalier about ending someone's life? I stood and pulled my shirt down, this whole ordeal was becoming more than I could calmly handle. I was about to blow up on someone, and the closest person was a vampire hell-bent on destroying his brother and, in turn, my family. I stomped over to the cocky vampire in question, and with one swift motion, slapped him firmly across the face.

"This is your mess Damon, and you can deal with it on your own," I spat, my shaking hands balled up into fists. "But so help me, if someone I care about gets hurt in the process, I will make you pay!"

I turned on my heel and walked swiftly to my car. I'd officially had all I could take of Damon Salvatore.

I drove back home with one thought on my mind. What do I tell Jeremy? Deep down, I knew Vicki wouldn't make it, and it would break Jeremy's heart. I slipped out of the car and slammed the door shut as hard as I could. The car creaked and groaned with my effort, and a significant dent was clearly visible. I swore under my breath; how was I going to explain that to Jenna?

I placed my hand on my forehead in frustration. I couldn't help but think how much easier things would be when I started over. I grimaced at my thoughts and felt terrible. I headed into the house, pulling out my cell and dialing Elena's number. Where the hell were they, anyhow? As I was walking up the stairs, I reached her voicemail once again.

"Listen, Lena, I don't know what you and Stefan are planning, and frankly I don't want to. But you should both know that whatever it is won't end well — for anyone. Call me back," I said in one breath. "please."

This day just kept getting worse and worse, and I had yet to live through the hardest part — my conversation with Elena and Jeremy. I made my way to my room and threw open my closet door. I grabbed a change of clothes, something I wouldn't mind being ruined. Once I was redressed, I pulled on my black biker boots and refastened my hair into a braid; I had a feeling things were about to get dirty.

I checked my hidden black backpack of supplies, the one that I hoped I would never need. I loaded the bag with a few extra items, a pocket knife, a few tangles of nylon rope, and a couple of stakes coated in vervain — these I really hoped I didn't need to use. When I had first found out that the Salvatores had returned to Mystic Falls, I had started putting together supplies, things I thought might come in handy: wooden stakes, vervain, baggies of human and animal blood. Anything that I thought might help when shit inevitably hit the fan. I ran the bag to the closet under the stairs and hid it away, still hoping that I wouldn't need to drag it out later.

Returning to my room, I sat down at my vanity and quickly reapplied some facial moisturizer as the doorbell rang. I closed my eyes and visualized the front porch, my brow furrowing when I sensed Vicki. I stood up and ran out my door and down the stairs just as Jeremy opened the front door. I flew in front of him and gently pushed him away from a slightly hungover looking Vicki.

"Hey. The sun is killing me. My eyes are on fire," she moaned, placing her fingers on the bridge of her nose.

Jeremy fought his way in front of me, and I struggled to stay between the newly minted Vamp and my very human brother.

"Where have you been?" he asked, his voice rushed.

I chewed my bottom lip between my teeth and looked at the two. What was I supposed to do? She probably had no clue what she had become.

"Hey Vicki, how are you feeling?" I finally asked, defeated.

She walked past us into the house and headed straight for the kitchen. "It's good. Everything is good," she said, waving her hand dismissively.

Jeremy and I followed her into the kitchen, and she took hold of the back of Jeremy's neck, pulling him into a swift kiss. I raised my hand ready to knock her through a wall if necessary. As their kiss deepened, I looked away, feeling awkward and intrusive. I cleared my throat and tapped my foot, thanking every God in the book when they finally pulled apart.

"Did something happen?" Jer asked when she pulled away from him, heading for the fridge.

She ignored his question as she pulled open the door, peering inside our fridge for something to help satisfy her ravenous hunger. I felt terrible that she wouldn't be able to find anything — at least not in our fridge.

"I'm hungry, what do you got to eat?" she asked, leaning into the fridge.

Jeremy looked at me, and I tried to keep my face from showing the regret I felt.

"You're high?" Jeremy said, inching closer to her. "Vicki, its the middle of the day,"

I pulled him away and shook my head. Where the hell was Elena and Stefan? I pulled out my phone and send a quick text to Matt. When this all went bad, I didn't want my family to be implicated in her disappearance. As she raided our fridge eating anything she could get her hands on, we patiently waited for Matt. About twenty minutes later he burst through our door, his face bunched up with worry. I greeted him in the living room and pulled him to the side.

"Something is wrong with her Matty," I said softly.

His blue eyes widened, and he rushed past me into the kitchen. I stayed back in the living room, giving them some space but keeping my ears open. I was pacing in front of the T.V. when they brought Vicki into the living room. She had her hands hovering near her ears, pain marring her features. Matt and Jeremy babbled over Vicki's moaning. I continued pacing back and forth, trying to remain calm. It wasn't until Jeremy mentioned the police that things turned sideways.

"No!" Vicki screamed, shoving Jeremy away from her "Don't call the cops, you can't call the cops! Get away from me! DON'T TOUCH ME!"

Her screams were shrill, desperate, almost out of control. She grew violent, throwing silverware at Matt and Jeremy and knocking the dining room chairs into their path as they tried to restrain her. I was about to restrain Vicki with magic when thankfully Elena and Stefan arrived,

"What's going on?" Elena said, moving beside me and placing her hand on my shoulder.

I stepped away and leaned towards Stefan. "A gift from Damon," I whispered so only he would hear.

His head snapped towards me and then back to Vicki in a nanosecond. He slowly looked her over and closed his eyes in anger.

"I told you this wouldn't end well," I accused, again for his ears only.

Logically I knew it wasn't really his fault, but I still held a grudge. He knew what provoking Damon would do and yet here we were.

"She's really messed up," Matt worried.

He stood next to where Vicki had sat on the floor. Her body curled into itself. Elena walked towards her, hands outstretched.

"Elena, back up," Stefan said.

I took Elena's wrist and pulled her away as Stefan took her place in front of Vicki. "Vicki, look at me. Focus. You're gonna be fine. Everything's gonna be fine. Take her up to bed. Shut the blinds. She's gonna be ok," he said, directing his last few sentences to Jeremy and Matt.

They lifted her, taking most of her weight as they helped her up the stairs. When I knew they could no longer hear us, I lashed out, not caring who could see. I flung my hand outwards, using my magic to knock the lamps from the tables beside me. They landed on the floor with a crash, the glass flying across the room. I could feel the air sparking around me, but didn't care. I was so angry, at Damon for his stupid grudge against Stefan, at Stefan for antagonizing his brother, and at Katherine for creating their feud in the first place. A tiny intake of breath caught my attention, and I slowed my ragged breathing long enough to remember my surroundings. I clenched my fists and fought back the rush of magic that was crackling around me. Elena was standing behind Stefan, who had felt the need to shield her from me. As if I'd ever hurt her. The ridiculousness of his action snapped me out of it, and I ran a hand over my face.

"Ellie?" Elena whispered.

She was peering out from around Stefan's shoulder, her big brown eyes surprised and frightened. I cracked a half-smile and shrugged.

"Well, this was not how I wanted things to go. But it's too late now, I guess."

Stefan snorted and stepped away from Elena walking towards me. "You in control, Elandra?" he asked slowly.

I nodded and looked at the damage I had caused, with a flick of my wrist the broken lamps lifted into the air, the glass reforming. Once the work was finished, they lowered back onto their respective tables. Elena was still standing on the other side of the room, completely shell-shocked. She shook herself out of it; literally, her brown hair flinging around her.

"Can someone please tell me what is going on," she squeaked.

I fiddled with my braid, trying to come up with a way to explain. "I'm a witch, Lena. I was born this way. There is a lot more to it, but for right now that's the easiest part to explain," I said.

Stefan stayed beside me, making sure I wasn't going to lash out again. I felt a bit put out by his behavior. He was acting like I was a danger to Elena. When I inched towards her, he flinched and started following behind me, right on my heels.

I swung around and used my magic to push him away a few feet. "Come on, Stefan. You and Vicki are the most dangerous people here. Back off," I spat.

His face fell, and I immediately felt like crap for reminding him of what he was. I started to apologize, but Elena's strangled groan interrupted me. "What?" she said.

Both Stefan and I turned towards her. "Vicki is in transition, Lena," I explained. Her face paled, her doe eyes frantically flittering to the stairs where our brother and Matt had disappeared. I put my hands up and tried to reassure her.

"They are ok. Stefan and I are both keeping an eye on the situation," I said.

She looked at me in confusion. "How can you be keeping an eye on them?" she asked.

I stood beside her and brushed her hair off her shoulder. "I can't hear them but if I focus I can sense where they are in the room and what they are doing," I said.

Stefan joined us and watched me intently. He was just as curious about what I could do as she was. I sighed and folded my arms. I had never tried to explain this to someone before.

"It's kinda like X-ray vision. If I focus on their auras, I can almost see them." I closed my eyes and inhaled. "Like right now, Jeremy is sitting on the edge of his bed, Vicki lying beside him,"

I focused on Matt's blue aura. It was almost the same color as his eyes. I could see him standing by Jeremy's door speaking to him. His lips moved, but no sound came. That was one thing I couldn't do, hearing distant speech wasn't in my repertoire.

"Matty is standing in the doorway speaking to Jer. I can't tell what he is saying," I finished, opening my eyes.

Stefan titled his head slightly and listened. "He is worried. He's never seen her like this before," he said.

Elena looked between us and shook her head. "How is this possible? We were born minutes apart. We're twins! Am I a witch too?" she asked.

I exchanged a knowing look with Stefan and clamped my teeth together. She wasn't a witch, but a doppelganger and Stefan still hadn't told her.

"No, you're not a witch. I promise I will explain the rest later. Right now we have bigger problems," I said, looking to the ceiling. "What are we gonna do about Vicki?" I asked, directing the question to the only other vamp in the house.

"Right now she doesn't know what she is, but soon she'll have to decide whether to feed or not," he said.

Elena looked at him her face set in sadness. "The same choice you made?" she asked.

I looked away, unable to meet his gaze. The same choice he had taken away from Damon. Before Stefan could answer, a loud yell echoed down the stairs. Seconds later, Matt bounded down and to the front door. "She was fine, and then she just...freaked out and left," he said, huffing for breath and heading out the door.

I ran towards the closet and grabbed my recently packed bag. I pulled the strap over my shoulder and looked at Stefan.

"We can track her," I said.

He nodded and eyed my bag.

"I'll do what I have to, Stefan," I said.

I didn't want to use the vervain stakes that resided in the bag, but I would if I had to.

"Go," Elena said.

I pulled my eyes from Stefan's worried gaze and ran out the door. It was time to hunt.

[cupcakemolotov]

Random Snippet #22: Dancing On the Line

Found this sitting in my WIP folder, from the last AU Week. I don’t remember why I didn’t finish it then, but here you go! (The timeline is probably all kinds of wonky, but whatever.) Set shortly after the night Caroline almost dies from Klaus’ biting her.

A strange bit of hurt/comfort. Casual mentions of murder.

Caroline ran.

Her sleepy Saturday morning had erupted with blood and her mother’s screams. Liz’ shouting hadn’t been of pain, but warning, and Caroline had done as her mother had ordered. Her right side was on fire, and her bare feet protested sharply at each quick impact, but she kept going.

It’d been a concern, once they’d started to think through their grief that Bill hadn’t kept it quiet that his daughter had been turned. Liz had sat her down with grim eyes, warned Caroline softly that some of her father’s friends would never see her as anything but a monster.

“You saw Steven’s face.”

Caroline swallowed and nodded, spoon moving listlessly through her rapidly congealing cereal. “Yeah. I did.”

Liz looked away for a long moment. “I told Steven it wasn’t your doing, but I don’t know how convinced he was that you are safe. Odds are, he’ll hold his tongue, but I don’t know if Bill was quiet about why he was visiting.”

“He was helping Tyler to gain control over his change,” Caroline said tonelessly.

“Sounds about right,” Liz said wearily. “You’re father was obsessed with control. I need you to promise me, honey, that if I ever tell you to run, you go. No questions asked, no argument. You run.”

Wary, Caroline looked at her mother. “Mom…”

Blue eyes steely, Liz sipped her coffee. “These people that your father ran with, they aren’t the reasonable sort. They won’t hurt me, but they’d stake you without thought. You run, Caroline, when I tell you too.”

Out her window and over the fence, the sudden white-hot pain in her side followed by an explosion of sound told her she’d been lucky to escape. They’d flanked the house, had expected Liz to warn her.

Dodging around a tree, she screamed in surprise and pain as she slammed into something solid. They both should have gone down with the impact, but a solid arm wrapped around her hips, and she sucked in a breath as her nose brushed against warm skin.

Klaus.

Relief was quickly followed by unease. She hadn’t spoken to Klaus since the night she’d nearly died. The burn of his bite was a painful memory, the sharpness of betrayal when Tyler left her with Klaus without a second glance still stung.

She’d been left to die with a monster.

“Out for a morning run, sweetheart?”

For all that his words could be construed as teasing, the tenseness of his muscles and the rasp in his words told a different story. She pushed against his chest and ignored the pinprick of wistfulness as he released her. Klaus was many, many things, but despite his words to her, he’d proven safe would never be one of them.

“What are you doing here?” Caroline demanded.

He continued to stare behind her with narrowed eyes, his attention caught by something she couldn’t hear. “I enjoy mornings and I heard someone running. I thought I’d investigate.”

She opened her mouth and then closed it with a snap as she realized he was right. She’d ran further than she’d realized. Caroline cursed, and took a quick step away. She needed to head to the boarding house, check the blood supply and figure out how to contact her mom.

Klaus finally looked away from what had held his attention, gaze dark as he took in her bloody nightwear. Caroline was thankful she’d worn a dark tank top and shorts, even if it was apparent she wasn’t wearing a bra. But their was nothing sexual in his perusal, just a growing violence as his gaze lingered on her side.

“You’re still bleeding.”

Caroline lowered her chin and cursed “Dammit. Vervained buckshot is such a bitch.”

Klaus caught her hand before she could move to tug her shirt up. Her eyes flashed to his, and her heart lurched at the dangerous glint behind his eyes as he watched her, pulse skittering at the memory of the last time he’d worn that expression. Stubborn, chin angling up, she glared at him.

“Let go.”

“When,” he asked, voice a blade. “Did you learn that particular tidbit? Alaric didn’t shoot you.”

Caroline tugged at his hold. “I don’t see how that’s any of your business.”

Klaus’ expression turned inscrutable. His voice had lost none of its edge when he spoke again. “Who is hunting you?”

“Also, none of your business. My life is none of your concern, Klaus.”

“Be careful, Caroline.”

She bared her teeth. “Why, you going to bite me again?”

Her pulse kicked at the yellow that ringed his gaze, but sudden shouting jerked her head around. Before she could pick a direction to flash, her feet left the ground and the world blurred. Caroline held herself stiff, and when they came to a stop, her mouth ran bone dry at the sight of Klaus’ home.

He set her down, and she set her jaw as he stepped around her. Klaus opened the door, pausing to glance back where she was standing awkwardly on the porch. “You can run along to the boarding house if you’d like. I’m sure you can find blood, what you need to deal your wounds. If you’re careful, the hunters won’t pick up your trail from here and once they step foot on my property, they won’t be leaving.”

She curled her fingers into fists, nails pressing into her palms, and he arched a brow at her mutinous face. His eyes softened, voice lowering.

“Or you can come inside and let me assist you. Your choice, Caroline.”

Caroline hesitated, torn. The last time she’d dug out buckshot on her own, it’d hurt like a bitch. Doing it left handed would be worse. Stefan and Damon were missing, and Klaus had ensured Tyler was long gone, again.

She didn’t want his help. But she hadn’t fought so hard for her life to let her pride ruin it now. Klaus waited her out, silent and outwardly unconcerned. Only the yellow in his eyes and the grip on the door gave him away. Taking a deep breath, Caroline stepped forward and paused next to him. Lifting her gaze, she met his squarely, jaw set.

“To be clear, I’m not any less pissed at you.”

A ghost of a smile, dangerous for all that it merely hinted at his dimples. “I’d hardly expect anything less.”

She didn’t flinch, although she wanted too. Tyler hadn’t understand why she was pissed. He’d been hurt by her cold facade and angry words. It’d had sat like lead in her stomach, that he’d returned to Hayley, but she’d refused to bend. It was one thing to swallow her pride and to fight for her life. It was to be abandoned to her fate, to fight alone.

Tyler had done what he thought was best.

Part of her despised him for it.

“You need blood,” he said behind her as she walked into the sitting room.

“Only if it’s in a bag,” she replied firmly. She didn’t expect that low noise of agreement or for his footsteps to lead away from her. Caroline sat gingerly on the couch, didn’t care if she bled on his furniture. The rug she’d laid on while dying was gone, and her toes curled against the cool wood.

She felt a little naked, in her sleep shorts and tank, feet bare and stinging as they healed. Gingerly, she lifted the ruined side of her shirt and carefully wiped at the seeping wounds, lips pressed tightly together.

Footsteps caught her attention, and Klaus stepped back inside. One hand held a blood bag, and the other a dark towel and what might have been tweezers. He handed her the former as he crouched at her hip.

“If you’re lucky, the blood will push the rest of the shot out.”

She took the bag with a nod, heart fluttering as she read B-Positive across the front. Determinedly not thinking of how or why, she forced herself to only think of blood. It wasn’t hard. She didn’t bother with her usual neat habits, her wound leaving her hungry. Eyes sliding shut, she ate in gulps until the bag was dry, lowering it once she’d finished.

She opened her eyes, tongue swiping out to catch the last of the blood, and stilled as her gaze collide with Klaus’. He sat motionless, skin drawn taut across the lines of his cheekbones. But it was the hybrid gold of his eyes, burning with a desire she didn’t know how to comprehend.

Then Klaus blinked, and she sucked in a breath, forcing her vampire back down. Flushed from blood and an aching awareness, she hissed when he moved her shirt to get a look at her wound. The rumbling noise he made in response helped neither of her reactions. Neither did the careful way his fingers glided across her skin.

“It looks like I’ll have to dig a few out after all. Unless you’d like to try a bite from me.”

Her nails cut into her palm at his casual offer. Klaus watched her from beneath his lashes, and she glared at him. Setting her teeth, she turned her face away. “It’s fine.”

She kept her eyes firmly on the ceiling as he shifted around. The metal was cold against her skin, and she sucked in a breath as he inserted the tweezers. Klaus was quick, but it burned anyway.

“Tell me about the hunters.”

Caroline dug her fingers into her thigh. “Why?”

“I occasionally enjoy knowing the people I kill.”

She hissed out a breath as the first piece of shot was dropped onto the floor. It looked like it was made of wood instead of steel or lead, and she licked her lips. “I don’t know them. But they might have known my dad. My mom’s still with them.”

“How many?”

She shook her head. “I don’t know.”

A moment of silence and two more pieces of shot joined the first. Her eyes watered, and the smell of her blood was heavy in the air.

“It doesn’t matter,” he said softly. “There aren’t enough.” Her breath hitched at the implied violence. His thumb brushed across her wounds, and he made a low noise. “One more, sweetheart.”

Taking his warning for what it was, she squeezed her eyes shut. This one hurt, and she bit down on her knuckles to hold in her cry. When Klaus finished, he wiped at her skin as she shuddered. The blood had helped, and the worst of it disappeared in a matter of moments.

“You’ll need another blood bag.”

“I can get one later,” Caroline said stubbornly, hips shifting away from as him. Her gaze reluctantly returned to his just as he lifted his bloody fingers to his mouth and licked them clean. Her lips parted, heart slamming into her throat.

“Why?” He questioned mildly. “I have what you need.”

She licked her lips, tried not to shudder at the way he watched her. “Why do you have blood bags?”

Klaus stood without answering, head tilted. “What bargain will we need to strike, for you stay here while I deal with this?”

She pushed to her feet, eyes flashing. “My mom…”

Fingers that still smelled of her blood pressed lightly against her lips and Caroline jerked back. Klaus followed her, and his other hand reached into his back pocket to offer her his phone. “Call your mother. Assure yourself that she is fine.”

She paused, fingers hovering over his cell. “Why? What do you get from this?”

An arch of his brows. “Perhaps I’m attempting to make amends.”

“I doubt that.”

His smile was amused, and he pressed his phone into her hand. “Noted. There is blood in the kitchen, and you are welcome to make yourself comfortable in any of the rooms. I’m sure we can find you a new top.”

Caroline stepped back into his space, eyes narrowed. He didn’t flinch from her perusal, his body remaining relaxed. “If my mom doesn’t answer, you can’t keep me here.”

“I won’t,” he said. “But if she does, will you stay?”

She glared at him, before lowering her eyes to the phone and rapidily typing out her mom’s cell number. If that didn’t work she’d try the house and then the station. She wouldn’t allow herself to think about what any of this meant, not now.

The phone started to ring, and she took a slow breath. “Fine. But this doesn’t mean I forgive you.”

Her mom’s voice came over the line just before it clicked over to her voicemail, and she squeezed her eyes shut in relief. When she opened them, Klaus was watching her with eyes that saw too much. His lips curved as his head tilted and he stepped away.

Even over the sound of her mother’s demands that she not come home, that she stay safe, she heard his promise as Klaus left.

“I know where to start now, sweetheart. You’ll be home by dinner.”

Taking a deep breath, stomach a knotted mess, she determinedly headed for the kitchen to find that blood as she assured Liz that she was safe. She would see what kind of bathrooms he had in this place, do her best to ignore that she’d almost died here. And maybe she hadn’t forgiven him, but if he kept her mom safe, she’d think about it.

[mercurialcrow]

[ 💀 𝓓.𝓢. ; @blackthumbed  ]

Continued from [x]

     — He hadn't gotten there in time, the bullet was just too fast even for his preternatural speed. The agonized sounds of distress Damon made weren't even realized as he gathered Clarke close and pulled her into his lap with a choked sob after he collapsed hard on the floor of the tiny studio apartment, blood gushing profusely from the bullet wound with every beat of her heart no matter HOW much pressure either of them applied. "It'll heal you! Just shut up and drink it!" he raggedly snapped. She was bleeding out and fast and even his blood seemed to be unable to heal the damage. What the hell had that bastard put on those bullets? And then he heard Clarke and it registered— splinters. 

He hadn’t meant to shoot her. That bullet had been meant for HIM.

The flow of blood. Wouldn't. Stop! Which made it hard to get a good look at the splinters. But as soon as his fingers touched them, Damon let out a sharp hiss of pain as a sizzling sound and the odor of burned flesh filled the air between them. Shaking off his hand and the wisp of smoke that rose from it, the vampire took a moment to glare at his fingers. Vervain and wooden bullets! Dick. Move, Baring. Damon growled, making a promise to himself to hunt the bastard down and rip his still-beating heart from his chest after this was all over. "Clarke! Listen to me, dammit," He shook her gently, hand lifting to cup her cheek "I gotta get the splinters out. If I don't you're gonna die and you're GOING to turn now that you have my blood in your system. Do me a favor, tell me what is the top thing on your bucket list. If you could go anywhere, do anything, what would it be?" As he spoke he deftly ripped open the collar of her dress down the sleeve until it lay in tatters but exposed her entire shoulder and clavicle area where the bullet had entered, not making an exit which meant he was going to have to dig for it.

The plan was to spin a dream in her head so she didn't feel the pain while he dug out the splinters. Hopefully, BEFORE she died of blood loss.

[maealbert]

Will She Tell? (Part 7)

8“It’s an old family secret, and there’s only one person alive who knows it. Will he or she take it to the grave?”

A/N: Part 7 is finally up after god know’s how long. Geesh, sorry guys. Got caught up in other writings but I finally got this part posted!  - In the previous part we learned that Catherine has been awoken from the splatter of the reader’s blood. So what happens next? Read below and find out!

WARNING: FOUL LANGUAGE

Running down a beaten path you jumped over a fallen tree. Your breath jaggered as your lungs tried to keep up with the fast pace. You could feel her behind you. Her footsteps approaching you quickly as she began to grow closer to you.

‘Come on. Almost there. Just a few more yards.’ You thought to yourself as you picked up your speed. Your heart raced even faster pumping more blood through your body. Seeing the parking lot come into view you pushed yourself even more until you reached your car.

“I….I win…” You pant as your friend comes to a slow stop in front of you. You lean up against your car when you hear your phone ringing in your pocket. Pulling it out you see Emily calling. “Hey what’s up?” You say still trying to catch your breath.

“So when you sliced your hand are you positive you didn’t drop any blood on Catherine?”

“Emily, I promise you I did not do anything. I saw you hit your head and I immediately went over to you.”

“And you’re sure no blood got on her?”

“Emily, why are you asking me this?”

“Oh ummm…” Emily turned around to look at a chained up vampire. “No reason.. Uh just forget I asked.” She said before hanging up. Walking over to Catherine she bent down in front of her. “You’ll never find her.”

“My dear Emily, I already know where she is. All I have to tap into her mind and I’m there. How far is Canada from here?”

“You will never get to her. I won’t let you.” Emily said.

“You think binding me in chains is going to hold me?” Catherine said. “Do you not know who I am?”

“Yeah actually I do.” Emily said. “And I know what you want.”

“Are you protecting little miss innocent?”

“She’s my friend. I protect my friends no matter the cost. And the million of lives that you want to take.”

“Oh I just one life.” Catherine said.

“Find someone else.”

“But she’s only one who can make me human. She’s the cure.”

Emily furrowed her eyebrows. “The cure? What cure?”

“She’s the cure to make me human.”

“If she makes you human again than you’ll die. Your body will catch up on you and you’ll die.” Emily spoke. “And so will she. Are you really willing do let that happen? She’s your family for pete’s sake! You can’t kill family!”

“She may be family but do you really think I care?” She said. “I want her blood. I need her blood. I crave her blood. It’s the only blood I want.”

“You can’t have it.”

“And you think you can just tell me no and I’ll listen?” Catherine shook her head. “Just like you thought these chains would hold me.” Catherine lifted up her hand from behind her back holding the chains. “You humans are too stupid.” Catherine began to move when Emily whipped out her gun pointing it at Catherine. “Your gun can’t stop me.” Emily pulled the trigger sending a bullet through Catherine’s body. Catherine groaned in pain as she looked down at the wound. “Wooden bullets drenched in vervain.”

“You really did your research Agent Prentiss.”

“I told I do whatever I can at all costs to protect my friends.” Emily said placing her finger on the trigger ready to pull it if necessary. “Make one more move and this next one won’t miss your heart.”

Catherine lowered herself back down on the chair holding her hands up in surrender. “So what are you gonna then, Agent Prentiss? Keep me locked up in this old Columbarium?”

“Considering I covered the doorknob in vervain as well as the whole door? Yes actually I can.”

“She’ll come back here. And when she does I’ll be waiting.”

“No she won’t.. I won’t allow it.”

“You can’t tell a grown woman what to do.” Catherine folding her arms over her chest. “Although I can..” She said letting a smirk play on her face.

“You’re still weak. You don’t have enough power to send her messages.”

“I don’t need her blood to send messages.” Catherine’s eyes began to change colors until they looked red. Her fangs appeared and she smiled at Emily. Before Emily had time to react Catherine lunged at her sinking her teeth into Emily’s neck.

Tossing and turning in bed you shoot up in bed. Sweat rolling down your face and your body as you panted trying to catch your breath. Your dream, more like nightmare, it felt so real. Catherine was awake and attacked Emily. No. It couldn’t be real. You refused to believe it. Grabbing your phone you dialed her number and waited for her to pick up.

“Prentiss speaking.” You hear another woman answer. Where have you heard that voice before? Your eyes grew wide.

You clenched your jaw before speaking. “Why are you alive?”

“Oh you see.. Your blood landed on me while you fought with Emily and well.. Here we are.”

“Where’s Emily?”

“Oh she’s perfectly fine.” Catherine said. She turned around to face a dazed and weak Emily who couldn’t keep her head up.

“(Y/N)..” Emily spoke. “Don’t.. Don’t come.. Stay.. Stay away.. From here..” You could hear Emily speak in the background.

“What the hell did you do to her?”

“Well since I can’t have your blood, I had to go for someone else.”

“You bitch! You leave my friends alone! You want me! Don’t hurt anybody else.”

“Stay away..” You hear Emily speak again. “I can take it..” You hang up and jump out of bed to get dressed. Anger boiled in your veins mixed with fear. You feared the worst. You feared the death of Emily. You feared your own death. But she wanted you. So in order to protect your friends, you’d let her take your life. Your secret was the coming deaths of millions and you couldn’t bare to live with that.

Arriving in Caldwell you got out of your car and slipped into the graveyard. You headed for the Columbarium pushing open the stone door. Stepping inside you find Emily lying on the floor. A huge gash in her neck. Running over you turned her over. “Emily.” You speak shaking her. “Emily wake up.” Her eyes slowly started to open and she stared at you. “Oh thank gosh.” You sigh. “Are you okay?” Her hand shot up grabbing you by your neck. You gasped for air as you tried pulling her hands off of you. “Emily!” You cried out. “Emily!”

“She wants your blood.” Emily spoke.

“Emily... You’re.. under... her... control..” You gasped still trying to pull her hand off of your neck. “Emily!” She stood up pulling you up with her still keeping her tight grip on your neck. She pinned you to the floor. “Emily!” Tears spilled down your face as you still struggled to free yourself.

“Emily?” You suddenly heard JJ’s voice outside. Emily’s head snapped in the direction of JJ’s voice before turning to look back at you squeezing tighter. Everything started to grow dark.

“JJ..” You coughed out. “JJ!” You see her run in.

“Emily!” JJ shouted. “Emily let go of her!” JJ ran over and pulled Emily off of you. Falling to the ground onto your knees you gasped for air as you struggled to catch your breath. You look up at Emily just as something hits her over head sending her falling to the ground. Standing behind her was Garcia holding a cement statue.

“What got into her?” Garcia said setting down the statue.

“What is going on?” JJ asked.

“You guys shouldn’t be here.”

“Well we are, so spill.” JJ said helping you stand up.

“It’s a long story..”

“You can explain on the way back to DC.”

“Wait so let me get this straight.” JJ said shaking her head. “Way back when, many generations before you, there was a vampire.”

“Is..” You correct her. “She’s alive...again..”

“She’s alive?!” Garcia exclaimed. “Well where is she?!”

“The only person who knows the answer to that was rendered unconscious by you.” You say staring at Garcia.

“Do you think Catherine still has her control over Emily?”

“Only one way to find out.” You get up from your desk and headed to the interrogation room. Opening the door you walk in. Emily has her head down on the desk with her hands handcuffed in front of her laying in front of her. You clear your throat and she lifts her head. “Still wanting to kill me?” You ask folding her hands across her chest.

“She won’t stop until she gets your blood.”

“She can’t get it if her little helper is in stuck in here.” You take a seat across from Emily. “This isn’t Emily. She’s controlling you.”

“She has no control over me, (Y/N).”

“Bullshit, Emily! You nearly killed me! You still want to! I can see it in your eyes!” You shout slamming your fist on the table. “Dammit Emily. if you just stayed away like I told you to than none of this would have happened!”

“You can’t stop fate.”

“Fate?! Emily you’re fucking delusional! Do you not hear yourself talking?! She’s controlling you Emily! You can’t let her win!”

“So what if I do let her win?”

“Than I die, Emily! When I die, she has no more control over you. You won’t be able to save me when you’re free from her! I’ll be dead!” You grab her hands tightly in your hands. “You need to fight her control. You need to win this so we can take her down for good. No one deserves to die except her.”

“It’s too late.” Emily said pulling her hands away. “And you can’t stop her.”

“Watch me.” You say standing up from the table and heading for the door. You hand lands on the doorknob when Emily speaks up again.

“Your blood cures her. Once she becomes human she dies. She only needs a pint of your blood and drop of a raven’s blood and she’ll be cured.” You turn to face Emily.

“But she wants me dead.”

“She wants revenge on the people who turned their backs on her. Her brother, your great-great-great uncle was the one who put her to rest for hundreds of years. She vowed to get revenge on his descendants when she is awoken. You’re the only living descendant of your uncle. Your fate is sealed and there’s nothing you can do to stop her.”

Emily has been taken over you guys! Oh my gosh! Shit’s about to go down! Do you think Emily will win and overcome Catherine’s control before the reader’s death? Or do you think Emily will remain under her control until it’s too late?

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                                       IT WAS GETTING HARDER AND HARDER to breathe.  her vision was already blurred. the voice——— HIS VOICE was already there but the she wolf couldn’t call back to him. tears stained the cool alabaster as she looked to him. she couldn’t let him DIE. vampire or not, she couldn’t let it happen. TAKING THE BULLET it was filled with wolfsbane and a tad bit of VERVAINE. oh how death is defying her. with a thick swallow and a weak grip she GRABBED for him, taking his hand, arm whatever she could hold on to.

                                           ❛ the POISON is already nearing …… my heart. i don’t think there is much…. else you…. we can do, damon. I HAD TO SAVE YOU. its my job. ❜ draft for @luncrwolf

"you idiot." The words were harsh to match his tone as he pulled her towards him, hand covered in blood he didn't hesitate to wipe the hair back from her face even as he stared down into it. They had had centuries of looking out for one another and now..... squeezing his eyes tightly shut he pressed his forehead against hers. "It's not, IT never was." Swallowing he stared eye to eye with her. "You can't leave me," the fear in his voice an eyes a naked vulnerability that no one ever saw ---- not even her. "I can't lose you," the words were whisper, hushed, BROKEN, as he pressed a hand hard on the wound. "Let me do something --- anything." Damon was not ready to say goodbye to her. He had say goodbye to many people over his many lifetimes but had never expected it to be HER. "We can do something, we ALWAYS do." He growled his fear turning to anger even as he watched the blood pool around his hand, the sting of the vervain in it small in comparison to the thought of losing his best friend. "God dammit when'd you become so self-sacrificing?"

[spardaxwarchief]

Rambbitty bits of chapters four through six of The Brothers Cabal...

Devlin the hey man....whattup with the slow clapping?

Yo Horst-ex-nay-on-the-Misericorde-Skin-Ay

Yeah how much money do the Ministerium have??

*Hamilton voice* CALL HIM LORD ONE MORE TIME...dammit

Well good lord Alisha just tell all the T

Encausse.....got three women...so they can rise and become the Brides of Cabal? THIS AIN’T DRACULA

Herman shot a werewolf and then himself

Alisha used vervain to shoot Horst twice...I think...

Alisha is a member of the Dee Society

Is de Osma, Collingwood and von Zieglev part of this Dee Society?

Lord of Power....are they talking about Johannes??

‘Yes, I let her go. Now what do you propose to do about it, you mutt?”-Horst to Alsager

Alsager vs. Horst

Alsager won; the threat of killing Horst

A werewolf bite can kill a vampire

The Mark of the Red Queen <----Are they talking about Margaret Tudor??? CAN SOMEONE TELL ME???

Horst is a good swimmer...did not know that

Horst meets up with Alisha again, this time was a gun to his cheek

Once again, Horst, your ripper is showing

A werebadger....allllrigty then

‘How dos anyone even get to be a werebadger? Did your father have some sort of romantic interlude with a pretty lady badger one night? He did? What a card. I can only imagine how romantic a sett is by moonlight.’

Horst fed on the werebadger and killed him...