#iv. 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞.‚ vampire.

[riprachel]

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?

[riprachel]

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.

[riprachel]

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.

[riprachel]

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

@hcpemikaelscn ♡'d for a starter.

[riprachel]

☁ 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.

[riprachel]

“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

[riprachel]

☁ - 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

[riprachel]

☁ (it’s a beanie babies bat. )

peering down on the bat, a smile curved the recently turned vampire's lips. she held the plush as if it were something fragile, something that would break if she as much as breathed too harshly. “ he's as cute as i am, so i think we'll get along great, ” she says, lifting her head and gaze and meeting jackie's, mischief twinkling in hers. “ i'm going to name 'im... fangs, i think. ”

give rachel a stuffed animal, ft. @lycancursed

[riprachel]

“ you couldn't ignore me if you tried. ”

@lycancursed ♡'d for a starter.

[riprachel]

“ what? what are you going to do? ”

@bloodwr4th ♡'d for a starter.

[riprachel]

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.

[riprachel]

“Could you imagine how much it’d blow if the vampire mirror thing was real? Never knowing how you looked again? That’s just asking for a disaster.”

“ not to be dramatic, ” says the most dramatic person to ever walk the earth, “ … but if that shit turned out to be real, i think i would take the cure. ” she wouldn't go as far as to say she were vain or narcissistic but she did pride herself on her appearance.

“ the whole stake through the heart thing is funny. like, yeah, that's going to kill me. but that could kill anyone. ”

umprompted, ft. @insanislupus

[riprachel]

sorry i’m late , i got caught up . / uwu.

she  gasps  and  to  top  off  her  feigned  surprise,  a  hand  comes  up  and  splays  across  her  chest.    “ gee,  i  must  be  special,  getting  an  apology  from  a  mikaelson. ”    she  can't  help  the near teeth  baring  smile  that  accompanies  her  teasing.    “ i'll  forgive  you,  for  the  low,  low  price  of  a  bite. ”

the dusty toybox, ft. @ripkol

[riprachel]

“ thank you, elena. ” damn it. now she was going to be forced to think back to this interaction the next time she wants to be mean to her. “ yep, did 'em myself. it's cool that you noticed. ”

"You do look cute today Rachel."

"New highlights?"

[riprachel]

she found herself breaking her own rule to never interrupt the lives of the people she called her friends—and she doesn't know why. boredom, possibly, or maybe she knew she could trust ally out of everyone with her truth.

“ i don't know who's six feet under us but obviously it isn't me, ”    she started.    “ how many times did i ask— no, beg all of you for an out? how many times did i get this close— ”    she raises a hand and brings her thumb and index finger close together,    “ —to leaving only to be stopped for one reason or another? arcadia bay was going to kill me and you all were going to stand by and let it, so i took matters into my own hands. ”    it sounded like a dramatization, even to her own ears, but what she doesn't know is how right she is.

funny how she doesn't say how though. as much as she had changed, she was still rachel amber in some ways.

there was something distant about her in spite of the fact that she was being so open. distant and bitter. rightfully so because even after those closest to her promised they'd save her, she had to save herself. “ now you. ” she motioned toward them with her head, arms folding across her chest. “ speak. ”

if they were younger, naïve, they would be shocked to hear her voice. to see her alive.

but ally knew better. this wasn't their rachel. they weren't meant to be here, but to spite fate, they are. small gusts of wind lightly brush against messy dark blue locks, the only bit of movement to show that they were alive until their head suddenly, audibly snaps to the side.

"i grieve for the rachel's that could've been." their voice did not stutter, nor did it trail off. it's cold, tired. they fully turn to face her, expression just as oddly calm & collected.

"so what's your story, then? we have a lot of catching up to do."