#iv. 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞.‚ vampire.

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"You belong to me."

Head tipped to one side. It was then and there, in the silence following Katherine staking a claim on her, that she realized she had never really challenged the elder vampire, and maybe it because she wanted to see what would happen or because she felt she could now— because she was stronger, faster, no longer a delicate, fragile human —but she entered Katherine's space with a gaze that was equal parts intrigued and challenging and a smirk that stretched across her face.

“Really?”  Although voice was as sweet as it could be, in the depths hid a tone that she knew big, bad Katherine Pierce would hear. She crosses her arms—then lifts her head defiantly whilst brows shoot upward at the same time.  “Who said that?” No hostility, all playfulness.

YOU BELONG TO ME., feat. @malka-lisitsa.

[prosperae]

“He was like that when I found him.”

@dgrayd ♡'d for a starter.

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When she's feeling particularly bored (or… you know, bitter), she 'plays' with (read: messes with) the townspeople, appearing before them or in the corner of their eyes and disappearing as they blink. Who's going to believe anyone who says they saw her, when she's supposedly dead? > is there someone (or even multiple someones) who rach enjoys going after the most?

Nathan Prescott's the first to find himself victim to Rachel's disappearing act—but over time, glimpses became full blown conversations and visits, because he has always known the truth about Rachel Amber, secrets she kept from even Chloe,  (e.g., the fact that she had become something of a drug mule for Frank Bowers and a relationship sparked between them at some point in time)  and he has always kept those secrets secret. Given that, she knows she can trust him with the truth about her mortality status, her whereabouts, etc., and on the off chance that he opens his mouth and says something he shouldn't, as cruel as it sounds, she knows nobody's going to give Nathan Prescott the time of day.

In my mind's eye, the above is why when Max confronts him in the diner dressed in Rachel's clothes, he automatically assumes she is Rachel. At that point in time, Rachel had been checking in on Nathan for months.

Her father, James, becomes a real and true victim to Rachel. She doesn't lay a finger on him— because as filled with hurt and anger as she is because of him, the care for her step-mother that lingers keeps herself from injuring him... in other words, she may not need him but someone (her step-mother) does —but drives him to insanity. She appears in mirrors and in windows in broad daylight, and in corners of the room when it's pitch black and the only one in the house is him. She whispers to him whilst he's asleep and whilst he's hunched over his laptop in his office, calling his name until he has to look around.

Her aim is to scare him, because she spent her entire life being scared of him.

HEADCANON QUESTIONS., feat. @freezegirl.

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Itty bitty, teeny tiny vampire verse headcanons --

Rachel leaves Arcadia Bay when Katherine (@malka-lisita, we love her 🫶) turns her—so she goes 'missing' still, but her body is never found, because there's not a body to find. In spite of this though, authorities give up on their search for her after a few months and declare her dead.

Occasionally, she will peek in on Arcadia Bay and the lives of the people she knew (her friends, etc.) from afar.

When she's feeling particularly bored (or... you know, bitter), she 'plays' with (read: messes with) the townspeople, appearing before them or in the corner of their eyes and disappearing as they blink. Who's going to believe anyone who says they saw her, when she's supposedly dead?

[prosperae]

the blonde's steps into arcadia bay's cemetery were feather light, unfathomable to the human ear, and with them she brought herself an arms length away from her friend. intrigue shows in narrowed eyes, which she fixed on the back of her friend's head and from there, surveyed the rest of them.    “ is this place ever going to move on? ”    she questioned, effectively breaking the silence amongst the headstones. however ally remembered her, is how she appeared. not a day over eighteen yet at the same time there was a maturity about her.

“ you're wasting your time crying to me—because i'm not even there. ”

@ncvabcrn ♡'d for a starter.

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thud.  thud!    “ …  don't.  say.  a  word. ”    yes,  she  slammed  into  the  wall  trying  to  get  to  the  other  side  of  the  room. then fell to the floor.  she's  still  getting  the  hang  of  super  speed.

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“ you're the closest thing i know to a superhero. ”

@hcpemikaelscn ♡'d for a starter.

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because katherine was in mystic falls, she found herself in mystic falls too, heel to toe with katherine. pros (more like cons) of being sired. katherine had business and rachel was told to stay out of the way and she had. apparently that didn't keep her from crossing paths with one of two famed salvatores.

she knew who he was, even if only a little bit, but did he know who she was? whether he did or not, her best bet was to act casual. like a tourist.    “ halloween's not been in it's grave for a full day yet and the town's already decorating for christmas? you guys move fast. ”    she spoke, polite smile curving rounded lips.

@sanguis-addict ♡'d for a starter.

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“i needed you in this life.” from chloe!

MOVIE SENTENCE STARTERS., feat. @embodies.

Chloe's features, remolded by experiences, obstacles and most importantly, time, fortified what Rachel was aware of, and that was that the careless, unruly teen she left behind in that small, seaside town was a full-fledged adult now. To say she was awed would have been an understatement and she couldn't help but stare, eyes pooling with admiration and pride as they bounced from detail to detail, and before long, a singular corner of the once thespian's lips quirked upward. She shook her head.  “I was around, just... out of reach and eyesight,”  Replied the blonde nonchalantly with a half-assed shrug, as if that were an explanation as to why she left, or why she hadn't come back, or how was she here, living and breathing, when she was declared dead ten years ago and why while Chloe looked her age, did Rachel look as if she hadn't aged a day.

“Last I checked in on you, you and Max were going from state to state.”  Said matter-of-fact like,  “You ever make it to California?”  She asked with a quirked eyebrow, head tipping to one side as she awaited an answer. A decade might have passed, but she was still Rachel Amber, evading complicated but necessary conversation by honing in on small, useless talk.

[prosperae]

“Do you remember—you know, being human and what your life was like?”

@carltongrimes ♡'d for a starter.

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(ic) why are you up katherine's ass so much? like, have some self respect. she's never gonna fuck you, you know? not unless you're stefan salvatore or elijah mikaelson.

“Good thing I don't have an aim then—least of all to roll around in bed with her. Anyway, it doesn't bother her, so why does it bother you?”

IN CHARACTER QUESTIONS.,

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“I'm feeling—... attacked. Cornered? Between a rock and a hard place. And I didn't think that was possible with this game. And I haven't forgotten all the times you've threatened to eat me.”

ARE YOU RACHEL'S TYPE?., feat. @noblemonstreux.

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Risking my life to send you this.

Hesitant to give a proper response because— “And mine. You're trying to get me killed. What did I do to you?”

ARE YOU RACHEL'S TYPE?., feat. @sanguis-addict.

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☁ shes giving her a little stuffed mole (the animal) and she will know what it means.

“'I'm not afraid,' said the mole,”  Spoke the blonde, her eyes gliding across the pages as she read from them. “'If I wasn't caught in this snare, I would kill you,' said the fox.”  They occupy the same room, Rachel on the couch and Katherine... somewhere, likely pretending not to listen. “'If you stay in that snare, you will die,' said the mole. So the mole chewed through the wire with his tiny teeth.”  She continued to read, in spite of her suspicions Katherine wasn't even listening, and reads until there is nothing left to read, closing the children's book only once she finishes the story.

In the present, it is as Katherine haphazardly pushes the mole into the blonde's hands that she realizes she was listening that evening. She tries not to react—or rather, she tries not to have too big of a reaction. She breathes in deep, lips twitching as she fights a big and bright smile, and she avoids Katherine's eye until she feels composed enough.

However, any step forward is a huge step forward when it comes to Katherine who keeps everyone an arms length away and severs connections as quickly as she forms them, and she doesn't want to give nothing while she's giving everything so—she clutches the stuffed animal tight, arms wrapping around it as she brings it to her chest.

“Thank you... for saving me from drowning, Katherine,”  She spoke finally after a moment of silence, her voice and her words laced with softness—because Katherine did as the fox did in the story and re-paid the mole's kindness and plucked the mole from the river as he was drowning in it. 

Arcadia Bay was the river and rather than offer their hands, the people she knew, people who had claimed to care and to love her, watched her flail and struggle against the harsh currents. That small, coastal town was going to kill her. Katherine saved her.

GIVE RACHEL A STUFFED ANIMAL, feat. @malka-lisitsa.

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“Do you really sleep in coffins?” (i'm so sorry)

“ eugh, no! myth. if that were real, i would have said no deal. ” just the thought made her shudder. “ before you ask, the garlic thing is a myth too—and so is the mirror thing. now you... is the whole silver harms werewolves thing real? ”

vampires and immortals., ft. @kindofuneven

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☁ - he is just going to give her a heart plushie. since it's more romantic than a human heart. though, he is thinking about giving her a heart. she just has to ask him to kill somebody for him to bring the heart on a silver platter. oh, romantic.

dumbfounded until she wrapped her arms around the heart plush and held it snug against her chest. pink bloomed in her cheeks and she expected him to comment on it and so she avoided the mikaelson's gaze until she couldn't anymore, until she could look at him and smirk.    “ i didn't expect to have your heart in my hands so soon, kolie, ”    she says, a playful and teasing lilt present, then suddenly, she leant forward and pressed her forehead to the elder vampire's temple. eyes fluttered closed and stayed closed for as long as it took to bring her lips to the shell of his ear and say—    “ i'll take good care of it. ”

when she retreated, a smug grin stretched from ear to ear, but in her eyes was an affection she couldn't bring herself to express quite yet.

give rachel a stuffed animal, ft. @bloodwr4th