#one day Vincent decided to try on his painted dresses and walk out into town. every odd stare was answered with a bright confidence.

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Kintsugi ~ Repairing with Gold

Kintsugi ~ Repairing with Gold  ◆ Ikemen Vampire Fanfiction ◆

CHAPTER 2 - STARS IN THE SKY

Words: 3,923

TW: Angst and Hurt ◆ References to Depression ◆ Mental Instability ◆ Mental Health Issues ◆ Implied/Referenced Suicide ◆ Suicidal Thoughts ◆ Graphic Depictions of Sex/Intercourse ◆ Vaginal Sex/Fingering ◆ Rough Sex ◆ Non-con

Pairings: M/F  Leonardo Da Vinci x Seiya Amanogawa [OC] / Comte de Saint-Germain x Seiya Amanogawa [OC]

Chapter Index [ 1 ]  [ 2 ]  [ 3 ]

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A/N: This is a work of fiction.  This is fan fiction for Ikemen Vampire, character designs are owned by Cybird. My story however, features my own OC/MC Seiya Amanogawa who is from Modern Japan/Europe, who travelled to the Louvre for inspiration.

I have the AO3 link up my fic list but I decided to post it here as well. Sometimes, I’d edit some typos in AO3 but won’t update the original file. So there may be some difference >.< Also, no beta :p sorry. I only write for fun and release, but I hope you’ll enjoy this self-indulgent fic. Happy reading! 

                                           KINTSUGI - CHAPTER 2

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Leonardo remembered being summoned that day. It wasn’t particularly any special day. He heard about the commotion — someone passed through the door — or so he heard. He dragged his feet and yawned as he walked towards Comte’s room. A gloved hand rubbed the back of his neck, one big final yawn before he pushed the door open. 

Platinum. And blue. The bluest blue he’d ever seen. 

“My name is Seiya,” she spoke too softly, almost like a whisper. Almost as if she didn’t want them to hear her at all. She did something similar to a courtesy, only it was more like a low bow— something Dazai or Sebas would do, he thought. 

Leonardo’s eyes stayed on her as she listened to Comte’s explanation about the basics of the mansion. How her expression changed with every sentence, and how her shoulders tensed when she heard about the month-long wait etched itself into his memory. Leonardo found himself reaching out to her. And the girl instinctively pushed his hand away, a soft shriek escaping her pale lips. Eyes of the bluest blue focusing on him. 

“Scusa,” Leonardo then took off his coat, lazily and with a heavy sigh, placed it on top of Seiya’s shoulders. Seiya sounded like she had stopped breathing, at that moment. Her eyes stayed on Leonardo. 

“It’s okay to be scared,” Leonardo offered her a smile as he sat next to her. 

He almost slept through Comte’s explanation, but his hand stayed on her shoulder. She looked like she would be cold, he thought. Her hair was long, but not too long. Reached just below her shoulders. It was swept on one side, and the other side partially covered her face. She wore men’s trousers, but they seemed tighter than what he would pick out for himself. And she seemed to wear a work man’s boots. But her blouse looked like they weren’t much protection for the cold. It looked like silk, at least, to him it did. It was secured by a string that wrapped around her made of the same material. Her shoulders were exposed. Leonardo thought of the many ways 19th century Paris could take advantage of someone like her. Her eyes looked like a soldier’s eyes — tired from war — he wasn’t particularly sure why it looked like that to him. Maybe that was one of the reasons why Comte was more protective of Seiya. 

Deep into the night, he heard glass breaking from the kitchen and Leonardo found himself calming Seiya down once again. That’s twice today, he thought. She trembled under his arm. She held onto him with desperation and fear, and her eyes seemed to be screaming “save me”. 

Leonardo held her close and that’s when Seiya gradually felt comfortable. More comfortable with him. It was safer there. 

With him, he assumed. 

Tears started falling from her face, Leonardo felt it in his shirt. He tried to soothe her by rubbing her head, casual yet familiar. He found himself hushing to her, softly. 

He promised to stay with her, and guard her door just so she could get some sleep. That night, it was really just him talking. Seiya only looked at him without a word. But eyes never left him. 

The morning after, he remembered waking with aching shoulders. And a fresh Seiya crouched down to his level. Curious eyes seemingly waiting for him to wake. His head and neck and back throbbed, but he soon forgot all those things when she grabbed him lightly by the sleeve. Her face was close, too close. 

“Good Morning.” she whispered with a meek smile. 

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Leonardo hated waking up in the morning, or just waking up in general. But that morning was different, vastly different from all the other mornings he’d lived so far. Something so ephemeral and bright greeted him a good morning, and he thought that maybe mornings won’t be so bad if she would be the one to wake him. 

He and Comte introduced the girl to the residents during breakfast. Her cheeks turned a slight pink hue as she apologised about her French. But all the same, surprising the Van Gogh brothers with her firm Goedemorgen. 

Leonardo carefully watched Seiya in those first few days, keeping his promise of guarding her door every night. 

He was glad that she got along with Vincent and Isaac. Must be something about the quiet types that make them seek each other out. She had trouble getting along with Theo and Arthur and oddly enough, she too, spoke Japanese with Dazai and Sebastian. Seiya didn’t share much about herself at first, but Leonardo was content to see her speak to Vincent often. Most of the time they would just sit there and draw or paint or fiddle with things. Sometimes they would talk for hours. 

After a week, Seiya felt more at home with the residents. And she would often tag along Leonardo’s adventures out in the city. She would watch him as he worked odd jobs here and there. She would stick behind him closely though, because she felt conscious and anxious of her french. And she was particularly afraid that people would know she was foreign, or at least, she wasn’t from around town. She was very particular about those things, and Leonardo took mental notes. 

It wasn’t really that she looked physically different, no — she could blend in and at the same time stand out. Leonardo wanted to ask her so many questions, but he was willing to wait it out. He wasn’t the most patient man, but maybe for this little one, it would be better if he tried, even just a little bit. 

That evening, as he sat by her door, Seiya called him for the very first time. 

Up until that moment, she would just greet him and speak short sentences. 

Thank you, she’d say. 

Okay, she’d whisper. 

At first it really ticked him off. Made him think she still felt afraid around the residents, particularly him, because she wasn’t like this with Vincent, no. But that evening, Leonardo felt himself stand abruptly as he heard Seiya call his name, his hand was ready to open the door, but he stopped himself. The door creaked open slowly, and there she was. 

“What is it?” he would laugh at himself, right there, he would. At how eager he was to know exactly what she needed, how he could be of service. 

He liked it whenever she looked up to him. Her eyes were so blue, like the clear skies of summer. And her hair almost resembled the soft sunlight that peeks through the curtains in the early mornings of spring. A mellow kind of bright, the kind that soothed the eyes and not blinded them. A soft kind of glow, like the full moon at midnight. 

She looked surprise to see him so eager, and then she looked away. Cheeks turning a hue of pink. “You don’t have to sleep on the floor,” he liked it whenever she looked up to him. 

He liked watching her carefully speak words, softly pressing her lips together and then taking deep breaths before every sentence. He enjoyed seeing her like this. It was the same vibe she had around her whenever she’d spend her late afternoons with Vincent. Leonardo enjoyed thinking about the fact that maybe, just maybe, Seiya was getting more and more comfortable around him. 

He smiled, and gave her a gentle pat on the head. “Guess I’ll sleep in my room from now on.” 

As he turned to leave, he felt a soft tug on his coat, Seiya looked confused and a little sad, at least to Leonardo, it seemed that way. 

“You,”  Seiya usually didn’t say much around him, aside from monosyllabic responses. But that evening proved to be a first of many. Seiya tugged his coat softly, leading him back inside her room. The soft glow of the lamps reflected onto her pale hair, making it seem like she too, looked golden. 

“You can sleep here, if you like.” Leonardo’s eyes curiously widened with interest and almost shock. He searched for intention in Seiya’s face. But what scared him the most is how casual she asked him to share the same bed. He was taken aback. His fingers reaching for the crook of his eyebrows trying to find comprehension amidst it all. There she was, dressed in her nightgown, and with a straight face, she asked him to share the same bed. 

Even for someone like Leonardo, it was a little intense. Quite frankly, he thought it was more that he wouldn’t be expecting something so bold from someone like her. But maybe, he had judged her too early. She was still and quiet as she waited for his answer. And she looked almost pensive trying to expect what answer Leonardo would give. She stepped back a bit, letting go of his coat. 

“I guess, even if you’ve lived for centuries, you’re still old-fashioned.” She chuckled. Very softly, she chuckled. And Leonardo found himself raising his eyebrow at her. Was she making fun of him? What? For being old? Her soft laughter was new, and picturesque and infectious. 

Soon, they were both laughing. Seiya apologised for asking, but Leonardo brushed it off, took off his coat, and shared the space just across from where she slept. 

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Leonardo learned more and more about Seiya when he took her shopping for new art supplies. He asked her during breakfast if she’d be willing to accompany him get new paper and new pigments, and her eyes lit up like he’d never seen before. 

She hummed on their way to town and he chuckled at how she looked more like a child on her way to a candy store than a lady out on a date. He would tease her and she would open her mouth to protest, but would stop and look away blushing. Leonardo found life in the mansion more exciting now, even though he didn’t want to openly admit it was more or less because of her. 

As soon as he greeted the shop owner, Seiya dashed to where the special papers were. She marveled at how “old” they looked. Not necessarily in a bad way, at least he hoped so. 

“I guess we have another artist in the mansion. Sorry I didn’t ask earlier, Cara mia.” his comment was left unanswered as Seiya was too busy eyeing the quills the store had behind glass. The inkwells that looked too beautiful to be real, at least to her. 

Leonardo let her roam the shop on her own, whilst picking up his usual requests. After a while, she settled with a red leather sketchbook, some paint brushes she picked up for Vincent, a bottle of ink and some quills. 

“Are you sure? Our dear Comte said to get you whatever you wanted,” Leonardo thought she might have wanted more things. Like a new canvas or some paintbrushes for herself. But she thanked him and held her new notebook like a treasure. “This is enough.” she whispered with a smile. 

He couldn't quite remember when it started but Seiya always had her new notebook with her. And in the afternoons, after all her chores, she would spend them by the gazebo drawing, scribbling, maybe even just writing. On most days, Vincent joined her. 

Sometimes, she would spend the day with Isaac. And she would sit there listening to his lectures. At first Isaac didn’t want her around. He didn’t want anyone around, quite frankly. But Leonardo guessed that in some odd way, she was stubborn enough to stick around and Isaac didn’t really have the energy to continue pushing her away. Or maybe they grew to enjoy each other’s company, much like how it was with Vincent. The three of them would often have tea. He enjoyed seeing the quiet ones interact more. 

When he would walk towards them, everyone would stop and look at Seiya, who would be collecting her things and would wave them goodbye. 

The end of day would always end up with them, spending their evenings together. He would often stay in her room, it was cleaner and more convenient, he thought. He would be on her floor, with his papers, or with the current book he’d be reading. And she would be by her desk, writing letters. She never put them in envelopes, he noticed. But she would tuck them on paper pockets she pasted on the leaves of her book. Leonardo would lean in and try to watch her as she folded small pieces of paper so carefully and quietly. 

They spent a lot of time together just working, just creating, writing, sleeping, but not much else. 

Leonardo knew Seiya was at ease when he was around and he intended to keep it that way. Three weeks in, and she would still just quietly sit at the dinner table whilst everyone interacted. She would often sit next to Comte, and he would sit across from her. 

Leonardo would watch her as she wrote her evening letters. Every single day without fail, she would. When he would walk towards her desk, she would quickly tuck them away, and would leave a blank page of her book open once he was within hand’s reach. 

“I thought you’d be drawing,” Leonardo’s hand leaned on her desk. And slowly, very slowly, moving to reach her hand. His fingers tracing hers, pointing at the ink stains by her fingertips. 

“Shouldn’t you be drawing?” she had this annoying habit of throwing the question back. 

Seiya did not mind it whenever Leonardo touched her. They sleep together every night after all. She did not mind his presence, if anything, she actually enjoyed Leonardo’s company. It was just difficult for her to actually express that. She would often wake up before him. And she would spend a good half an hour just watching his sleeping face. She wouldn’t touch him, no, but she’d watch him before she got up and got ready for the day. Often, she’d get ready and leave the room and he’d still be sleeping in, way even after breakfast had been cleared. 

A few weeks in, it had been a couple times now when some of the residents would see Leonardo waking up and leaving Seiya’s room in the morning. Most of the residents, including Sebas and Comte, say that they are now lovers. It’s hard not to think that, especially when they spend almost all of their time together. Leonardo swears he only sleeps next to her and nothing more. But as days went by, he couldn’t swear by it anymore. 

He remembers it so vividly, the first time they did. 

It was one of her so-called good days. She had been talking about the new sketches she did with Vincent. She loved plants and flowers, and Leonardo found it endearing how easy it was to please her. A small pot of flowers or herbs, sometimes, if the Count felt like splurging, tropical flowers like orchids — rare, delicate, and out of the world he knew that was 19th Century France— little trinkets she might consider pretty and unsual, would be enough to soothe her mood. That particular day, he brought in an empty perfume bottle, and he filled it with indian black ink. Got some hemp twines and used it to secure the bottle cap. And with his signature mirror-cursive, wrote stelle nel cielo.

He smiled, whilst thinking of her and how the light seemed to bounce around her when she faced him. In the dark of the night and with the lone lamp lighting her room, Leonardo leaned his back against her headboard. His coat was off, and his boots here set aside by the door. He was relaxed, like how he’d always been around her. Their evenings together were his favourite, and it became sort of an unspoken rule that no one would bother Seiya after dinners had been cleared, because she would be with Leonardo. 

He leaned and relaxed as he listened to her breathing. She sat incredibly close to him. He had his own notebook, with his notes, and there, in her hand, her pen.

 “Sebas told me your names have meanings,” His golden eyes settled on her and how she tilted her head in confusion. “Like phrases that correspond to each, what word did he use, character.” Her eyes darting around the room in thought. And she got her brush pen. 

“Sebastian’s name… Let’s see. Akihiko,” Seiya wrote what looked like chinese characters in his notebook. “The meaning would depend on the characters used. I don’t know how he writes it, but the meaning depends on it.” And he was most intrigued and impressed. His eyes examined and traced the characters intently. 

“We’ll have to ask him tomorrow,” she chuckled a bit, noticing the interest and excitement in his eyes. She learned to read some of the subtle ways Leonardo would express himself. Though she can’t fully understand and comprehend him, and he is terribly good at hiding his true emotions, she was happy to know that he can let down his guard around her, especially like this. When they are together. 

“What about your name?” Leonardo set his book on the bed and pushed it towards her again. His arm gently resting on his knee in front of him. A curious smirk across his lips. His face radiated a soft and warm hue, most probably from the lamp, Seiya thought. But the warmth that surrounded Leonardo was not so easily describable. She thought he was like the sun. Like the first spring day after a long and harsh winter. The sun rays, fresh and bright after days of rain and grey. 

She smiled, a soft smile, her pen between her pale fingers. Leonardo could only stay still and watch. As she leaned down to write on her lap, the side of her hair that wasn’t swept back would fall and cover her face. And whilst she’s focused on her characters, Leonardo felt his hand tuck the strands of her hair behind her ear. 

He was closer now, but Seiya didn’t feel the shift of weight on the bed. She was too busy making sure her kanji wasn’t a mess. For a brief moment, she was surrounded by the strong scent of cigarillos, and the familiar scent of Leonardo’s hair. 

His warm fingers gingerly brushed the tips of her ear and she felt her cheeks warm up. 

“Here,” her hands showed the finished writing of her name. But her eyes stayed on Leonardo’s, as his on her. His other hand traced the freshly-written characters and slowly, very slowly, closed the book with her pen stuck in the middle. Her hand instinctively settled on his that was now holding the side of her neck. He was closer, much closer now. 

“Seiya,” Leonardo’s husked voice trembled on her skin. And the way he touched her that night, felt so different than how he would usually. They would often touch, and in some mornings, they’d wake up in each other’s arms — but really, nothing more. 

Leonardo watched her as she slowly licked her lips, and spoke softly, like she would always do. “My name has the characters that mean star,” the way she softly hums and whispers became something of a comforting ritual for Leonardo. Her words and phrases, her responses and the way she calls his name became something meditative and addictive. A trance he consumed like a drug, he needed it more, even more than how he thought he needed his cigarillos. 

He was unable to hold himself back. 

He thought he could write the book on self control, at some point. But clearly, that night— how she looked with the glowing lamp light— something inside Leonardo snapped. His hands settled on the side of her neck, and he was ready to pull her close. But he tried so very hard not to. And she, was right there, and she looked so incredibly beautiful to him. All he could do was lean in and check for himself how soft her lips were. 

Leonardo’s lips on hers were light. Incredibly light. 

It felt like he was almost afraid to kiss her. Like feathers softly landing on your hand from the heavens. Seiya inhaled him, though he did not press hard, the kiss was long, and sweet. His lips did not move, but just stayed there on hers. She felt her eyes close, and with a slow and long breath in, her hands pulled him by the sleeve and she slowly opened her mouth to invite him in. 

Leonardo felt her gulp, and she moved herself so she was now closer to him. And his hand pulled her from the nape, and in just a few seconds, a deeper kiss. She felt his mouth take more of her in, and she noticed how careful he was to let her get acquainted. Seiya let her hand lean back as he pulled her closer to him, deeper into the kiss, and closer to his body. 

He would breath after a while, but not breaking the kiss. And Seiya felt herself drowning in the familiar and intoxicating concoction that was the scent of him, the tartness of his cigarillos and something with notes of velvet and maybe something mauve. Similar to a mixture of the smell of old books and leather, and metal, and sometimes, wood. All these things that make up the renaissance man, and something more that she couldn’t describe. 

“Seiya,” he whispered in her ear, pulling her close, his hands holding her head as he buried his face in her hair. How warm he felt that evening— a different kind of warm that what she was accustomed to— Seiya would always remember. How her name sounds with his silky husked voice, and how tightly he was embracing her. Seiya could only embrace him back. Her head leaning on his shoulder. 

“Seiya means star, Leonardo.” she whispered to him whilst he stayed there, stroking the back of her head. 

“Sounds perfect.” he whispered back. Peeling himself away from her embrace, his hands settled on her shoulders, she was now looking up at him. Eyes of the brightest summer skies staring at him, cheeks the pinkest pink tainted with golden ambient light. Lips that looked so tempting, so enticing and so delicious to him, his reason failed him after weeks of restraint. 

“I’m sorry I kissed you,” his hand how running itself down the back of her head. An apologetic smile across his face. Golden eyes settled on her pale lips. Pale lips now moist from the kiss. But there was no disappointment on Seiya’s face. 

And as Leonardo searched for something, anything that he could reason with, something to make him leave, something that would tell him he shouldn’t be there with her, he should be outside, he should be in his own room, or the library—  anywhere else but there—  Seiya’s hands slowly moved to his collar, and with a tight grip, pulled him closer towards another deep kiss. 

She whispered after a few seconds. Her eyes determined and accepting, almost as if she could see through what he’d been repressing for the past few weeks. Almost as if she could read his mind, and how badly he’s been wanting to kiss her, and taste those lips that chant his newfound drug. 

“Don’t.” 

-To be continued-

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Wanderlust Chapter Five

Chapter Five

Klaus would not say he was a morning person but given the fact that he was a light sleeper, waking up early had become a habit. It was a side effect of years traveling between towns all across the United States and never being able to sleep fully throughout the night. Klaus rose before Marcel and was showered and dressed by the time his partner stumbled from his bedsheets. To be fair, it wasn’t even dawn but they both knew that they had a long day ahead of them.

Klaus drank his morning coffee while scrolling through his emails. He received one from their supervisor, Vincent Griffith, that a forensic team would meet them at the location site at six-thirty in the morning. He was sending Maddox and Greta along with several other agents, which pleased Klaus. There were few people within the bureau that Klaus actually could stand and those two were of the chosen few; which was probably why Vincent chose to send them.

Marcel stumbled from the bathroom, blurry eyed and with a yawn that told Klaus that he would be the one driving. Klaus grabbed a pair of boots and slid them over his jeans. He grabbed a simple black coat to toss over his Henley. While it was in the middle of June, the mornings still always had a slight chill to them. Klaus quickly filled up two Styrofoam cups with bad coffee and handed one to Marcel. The other agent grunted his thanks while Klaus just chuckled.

“I want donuts.” Marcel muttered in a sleepy tone and Klaus nodded. He chuckled as he picked up the keys to one of the SUV’s and had to all but drag his partner out the door. They quietly drove through town and Klaus parked in one of the many empty spaces near the square. Marcel was scrolling through his emails on his phone; clearly not wanting to move from his seat just yet. Klaus rolled his eyes and crawled out of the SUV and walked up to the small bakery in the center of town.

The bakery front was painted a deep green and was located between what appeared to be a flower shop and a small boutique. The store front gave Klaus old Southern vibes that he typically found in the south. The sign that hung above the store read Bennet’s Bakery and he briefly remembered Liz telling him that Bonnie owned the bakery in town. The sign indicated that it was closed but he could see Bonnie moving in the shop, stalking up the days baked good. Klaus knocked lightly on the door, causing Bonnie to look up. Seeing that it was Klaus, Bonnie moved around the large iron cart that held what Klaus thought to be bagels and walked to the door. She turned the lock and stuck her head out to greet him.

“I apologize for barging in. I know you’re not open, but I was hoping for a small favor.” Klaus asked and Bonnie nodded at him. He did his best to give her an innocent expression, hoping that whatever Caroline had divulged the night before bought him some points in the good column. “My partner and I have a long hike ahead of us. I was hoping to purchase some donuts?”

“Sure, come in.” She stepped aside and allowed Klaus to walk through. Much like the outside, the bakery had a very rustic feel to it. It was small but was filled with the smells of baked goods, coffee and sugar. There was a glass case near the register filled with brownies, scones and donuts. The far wall was littered with an assortment of bagels while there was a cooler that had a bunch of different types of cakes. The flooring was made of hard wood and the walls a soft yellow that made Klaus feel welcomed. “How many?”

“Just a couple, please.” Klaus looked around the bakery again as Bonnie grabbed a small box and put it together. “Are you often here this early?” Klaus asked, trying for small talk, and Bonnie gave a scowl of annoyance. It wasn’t directed at Klaus, but he could tell that Bonnie was not pleased about having to be at work that early in the morning.

“Sometimes. Today I wasn’t supposed to be here but Anna, my baker, decided to call last night and tell me that she can’t come in and since the bread need to be proofed before baking and I’m the owner; here I am.” Bonnie replied. “Despite the fact that I told Anna I was going to need help this week because I wanted to be there with Caroline, but I can’t completely ignore my shop.”

“Of course not. You need to continue with your life, and I know Caroline would not want you to put everything on hold for her.” Bonnie turned and looked at Klaus curiously. She bit her lip as though she wanted to ask something but was debating on whether or not she should get involved. “How was she this morning?”

“Fine. She was still asleep.” Klaus nodded and Bonnie smirked. “Although given the fact that I crushed up a sleeping pill and put it in her food, that could explain why.” Klaus snorted at that and actually laughed out loud.

“Did you just admit to drugging your friend to a federal agent?”

“Liz told me to do it.” Bonnie replied quickly, appearing completely unashamed by her actions. In truth, Klaus probably would have done the same thing; especially since it was clear that Caroline was too stubborn to take the pills herself. However, he never would have admitted it out loud to someone who could, in theory, press criminal charges against her. “Are you going to arrest me?”

“Should I?” Klaus replied cheekily at Bonnie’s grin. They both knew that he wouldn’t. He had far more important things to focus on than Bonnie’s small confession. Bonnie finished boxing up the donuts and handed them to Klaus. “How much do I owe you?”

“It’s on the house.” Bonnie told him with a kind voice. “The only payment I ask is that you find this bastard who hurt Caroline and killed those women. I spent the last few days holding my best friend because of the trauma she suffered. I want this asshole found.”

“You have my word that I will do my best to find him.” Klaus took the pink box from Bonnie and gave her a soft smile. “Thank you for the donuts. My partner will be very appreciative. He is not exactly the most pleasant person in the mornings. Sleeps like a rock and would continue to do so if it was not for me waking him up.” Bonnie nodded and Klaus turned toward the doors and left the bakery. When he climbed back into the SUV, handing the box of donuts to Marcel, he could see that his partner was more awake.

“Confirmation of Stefan Salvatore’s alibi came back. He was in Chicago during Caroline’s abduction. So, looks like the Salvatore brothers are in the clear.” Marcel handed over his phone for Klaus to read the email that was sent from Slater, their technical support, at their field office and who was responsible for contacting Stefan’s alibi. “I also asked Slater to run background checks on all the citizens of Mystic Falls. He said it would take a bit, but he will get it done.”

“Good thinking.” Klaus replied as he turned the SUV on. The pair drove through the town while Marcel continued to drink his now cold coffee; Klaus cursing himself for not stopping and picking up more coffee on the way. Once he drove just outside the town’s boundaries, Klaus saw two similar vehicles to theirs’ parked on the side of the road. Knowing that it was the forensic team and additional agents, Klaus pulled up beside them.

Klaus and Marcel climbed out of the vehicle and walked over to the agents who were at the back of their SUV. Maddox was a bulky man of few words. Klaus had worked well with him over the years, mainly because Maddox did not speak to many people. He did his job, made his reports and never caused a fuss. Klaus respected that. Greta, on the other hand, was hardly silent. She was flirty and had a devious side that made Klaus’s toes curl. If she wasn’t the best forensic scientist the FBI had, he would have refused to work with her long ago. While Klaus made it clear that he did not like Greta, he dealt with her, nonetheless. Klaus nodded to the other agents but did not bother introducing himself, only recognizing a few, instead allowing Marcel to do it for him.

Once the agents were ready, they made their way into the woods. Klaus and Marcel mapped out the way Caroline had taken them through the woods the night before. It was not necessarily a difficult walk, a straight shot, but neither of the agents felt the desire to get lost in the woods. The placement of the Lockwood tunnels was convenient. It was not too difficult to find if one knew where they were going, but deep enough in the woods that it would be rare for someone to simply stumble across them unless they were trying to find something. Given that fact that the entrance was well hidden; Klaus could understand why the deputies did not find it when they conducted their search party; since they were looking for a body and not underground tunnels.

The woods had an eerie feel to them in the early morning. As a child, Klaus lived near rolling hills in a small English town that was also surrounded by woods. There was almost a mystical feel to it and the sun slowly began to peek through the trees. Morning dew was prevalent in the air and the smell of dirt and bark assaulted his senses. The way the shadows hung and moved with the progressing morning made Klaus unnerved. He supposed that his destination was what was causing the discomfort and not the woods themselves but the ball that was forming in the pit of his stomach did not help matters.

Slowly, they approached the Lockwood tunnels and Klaus could feel the dread come over him. He was thankful Marcel was there because no matter how hard he tried to remain objective, he knew that he was going to see Caroline being held down there. He knew the extent of her injuries. He knew what she looked like the day she walked into the police station after breaking her own wrist to get free. Klaus knew how the killer murdered his victims and he also knew what he did to the bodies once became nothing more than a corpse.

It was moments like this, when he started down at that dirt covered stone steps that made him really hate his job.

“Are you ready for this?” Marcel asked Klaus, stirring him from his musings. Klaus nodded to his partner and allowed him to go down the steps first. Maddox put down his thick black bag and pulled out a couple of flashlights. Klaus took one, thanking Maddox who only grunted in response. He pulled out a pair of purple elastic gloves, put them on and followed Marcel down the stairs; leaving at least three agents at the top, ensuring that no one attempted to lock either Klaus or Marcel inside.

The first thing Klaus noticed was an old, rotted wooden door that had been pushed open. Holding the flashlight up to the door, Klaus could see scratch marks on the side of the wood, and he remembered Caroline’s words from the day before about how she had to dig herself out. He could picture her clawing at the wood; the imagine caused bile to rise in Klaus’s throat. Beside him, a flash went off and Greta was holding a camera up, capturing the imagine of the scratch marks.

Klaus turned towards Marcel and he could see the same grim look on his face that Klaus had. They both were thinking the same thing, picturing Caroline clawing her way to freedom. Instead of dwelling on the marks, they continued making their way down the dark tunnel, hearing Greta’s camera clicking behind them. Klaus lifted the flashlight up high enough to cast a shadow down the tunnel. There was no light in the tunnels at all but instead a terrifying darkness that consumed him; Klaus could feel the evil rolling off the stone walls. An agent behind Klaus, pulled out his flashlight, adding light and made navigating the tunnel easier.

Nothing remarkable could be seen as they got further down the tunnel. The walls were made of stone and dirt; having been crafted by man two hundred or so years prior. It wasn’t too long of a walk; the sound of Greta’s camera keeping them company as they went. At the end of the tunnel there was a wooden door that appeared so old, Klaus wondered if touching it would cause it to fall off its hinges. Slowly, Klaus pushed the door aside in order to pass through.

Inside was what appeared to be a circle room; almost like a man-made cave. Unlike the tunnel, there were camping lanterns stationed around the cellar and once Klaus turned them on, a soft light lit up the cellar. Klaus remembered Caroline’s words from the previous night and how these tunnels were used to hold slaves during the civil war. On the far end of the room, there was a cell. Iron bars stood from floor to ceiling and a cell door that was wide open; the lock on the door broken.

Stepping inside the cell, Klaus felt rage begin to linger under his skin. The cell was small but had enough room to cram a small bed that was pressed against the stone wall. It had a couple grey blankets, a few pillows, and sheets that where in a desperate need of cleaning. There was a battery-operated heater located near the bed and Klaus bent down to look at it. He clicked it on for a second before turning it off again once he realized that it was operational. He stood to his full height and looked over to the bed again. A small lantern, similar to the one he had turned on outside the cell, was perched at the end of his bed.

Klaus’s imagination went wild. He could see Caroline curled up on that bed so clearly; her back pressed against the stone while her left hand was cuffed to the bars at where located to the head of the bed. He reached out lightly and touched the bars. Clipped to the bars was a set of metal handcuff; still locked together. Sitting down upon the bed, Klaus handled the cuffs and noticed that there was still dried blood on the metal; Caroline’s blood from when she broke her own wrist to be free of her prison. Klaus could almost hear the breaking of her bones as he sat there. He looked over his shoulder, placing the cuff back on the pillow, and saw etchings on the stone wall.

Names. Each of their names were carved into the stone wall. The writing was different, telling Klaus that it was not the killer who carved the names. Klaus moved the pillows around lightly and saw a series of rocks on the ground; anyone of them could have been used to carve the names. He looked back to the names and read each one of them. Vicki. April. Andi. Cami. But the last words were not Caroline’s name. Klaus’s lips twitched upward humorlessly. Caroline was not going to add her name to that list, instead tell her killer exactly how she felt.

Fuck you.

“Klaus. Come look at this.” Marcel’s voice chimed through the cell door; causing the man in question to snap out of his daze. Klaus stood from the bed and walked out of the cell; Greta stepping inside, snapping pictures of everything inside. Marcel was standing by what appeared to be a large, old wooden barrel, beside it on the ground was a carboard box; filled with unpackaged syringes. “There is at least a couple dozen syringes here. However, all the Dilaudid is missing. I think he used the barrel to prep the Dilaudid before going into the cell to injecting it.”

“All the Dilaudid is gone? Even empty bottles?”

“Yes.” Marcel looked at him. “What are you thinking?”

“He came back here.” Klaus replied, looking around the man-made cave. In the corner was a wooden chair and a bucket. On the chair was a tray and plates that Klaus assumed he used to feed his victims. “He knew Caroline got out and came back here to get the bottles of Dilaudid. He knew that he wouldn’t be able to take everything, it would draw to much attention; especially since we were in town. He took what evidence as most important.”

“Why the Dilaudid though?” Marcel mused. “Perhaps it can be traced? We ruled out a medical professional because he was blowing the veins when he injected the medication. But if the Dilaudid can be traced back to a specific source, then that means he must have got it from someone in the field? Do you think he has a partner?”

“No.” Klaus shook his head. “Caroline only ever saw one man. Never two. But I think you’re right. Someone obtained the Dilaudid for him. Which means that someone in this town knows who the killer is. If we can find out who obtained the Dilaudid for him and get them to crack; we might have him.” Klaus’s fingers balled into a fist. “Greta!”

“Yes?”

“Make sure everything is bagged and collected. I want nothing left behind. Take everything back to D.C with you.” Greta nodded, and began taking photos of the boxes of syringes. He turned to one of the agents who followed them down into the cellar. “Help her and make sure nothing is uncounted for.” Klaus all but ran out of the cellar, Marcel trailing behind him. “I think it is time we spoke to Tyler Lockwood.”

The anger that was pulsing around him made the hike back to their SUV pass by quickly. Marcel said nothing, knowing that his partner needed to cool off. It wasn’t the first time that he had seen him close to losing his temper and was surprised that Klaus was not punching his fist into a tree or tossing rocks into the distance. There were always moments in each case they worked that Klaus just couldn’t control the rage that overtook him; only out matched but his desire to take monsters like these down and make them pay for the suffering they caused. When Klaus climbed into the SUV, slamming the door behind him. He drove for a few minutes before speaking again.

“What do we know about Tyler Lockwood?”

“His father was the Mayor until he died a few years ago from a sudden brain aneurism. His mother was elected shortly after that.” Marcel replied, raising an eyebrow at the clear nepotism by the towns people. “Tyler himself went to college at Whitmore for political science. Shocker there. Up until a year ago he was engaged to Caroline Forbes. She kicked him out and he has been living back with his mother since.”

“Job?”

“Assistant city manager.” Marcel snorted and Klaus couldn’t help the bitter laugh that escaped his lips. “Clearly he works for his mother with anticipation that one day he will run for Mayor. His social media shows that he is in a new relationship with a woman named Olivia Parker.” Marcel showed him his phone and a woman with curly blonde hair and soft grey eyes peered through the screen. “Seems that he has a thing for blondes.”

“Sounds like a boy who has never worked for a single thing in his life.” Klaus replied, as he pulled up to the Lockwood manor. While it was not as impressive as the Salvatore Boardinghouse, the manor still had old southern beauty to it. It was made of deep red brick with a large white front door and tall white pillars lining the front of the house. There were several cars in the front drive and Klaus parked the SUV in line with the other vehicles.

“Let me guess, still not as impressive as the Mikaelson Manor back in jolly old England?” Marcel teased and Klaus just rolled his eyes, not willing to reply; an action that Marcel only took as confirmation to his theory. His small laughter only had Klaus smiling, something they both knew eased the tension he was feeling.

The two agents climbed the brick stairway and knocked on the front door, noticing that at least this house did not have an obnoxious knocker on the front. Marcel muttered that it was such pity just in time for a tall, middle aged woman to answer the door. She had shoulder length brown hair with streaks of blonde running through it. She wore a tight pencil skirt and a dark blue blouse; lined with a set of pearls that probably cost more than Klaus’s monthly salary. She looked everything like a politician’s wife turned politician herself.

“Can I help you?”

“Mayor Carol Lockwood?” Marcel asked and she nodded. “I’m Agent Marcel Gerard and this is my partner Agent Klaus Mikaelson. Is Tyler home? We were hoping to have a word with him.”

“He is here but we have company. Would it be possible for you to speak with him later?” Carol asked and the two agents just looked at her with disbelieving eyes. While they had been met with hostility and flat out refusal at their request on almost every case, they had never been asked to leave and return at a later date because of company. It was the south, but hospitality only went so far.

“No.” Klaus replied simply and pulled out the warrant from his jacket pocket. He handed her the piece of paper and stepped over the threshold, not caring if he brushed her shoulder as he went. The foyer was large and had high ceilings, a large staircase and marble flooring.

“Excuse me? What are you doing?!”

“Mom? What is going on?” A voice chimed in from the large archway in the foyer. Tyler Lockwood looked exactly as he did the day at the hospital when he caused a scene outside Caroline’s hospital room. He was dressed in slacks and a white button down that made Klaus wonder if he dressed himself or if his mother picked out his clothes. In the back of Klaus’s mind, he knew he was being unfair but his bitterness at the knowledge that he hurt Caroline overshadowed that. Not only that, but it was clear to Klaus that Tyler was still be holding onto his mother’s coat strings. “Agents, what can we do for you?”

“We would like a word Mr. Lockwood, if you wouldn’t mind.” Klaus replied in a tone that he had no options but to speak with them. Tyler eyed him from head to toe, sizing him up as though he was realizing that he was not the alpha male in the room. He could see that he wanted to refuse; to tell Klaus no but couldn’t. Klaus could see the consequences flashing behind his brown eyes and the memory of Klaus having Tyler escorted from the hospital still fresh in his mind. Klaus could make his life very difficult and while his mother was the mayor of a small town in Virginia, Klaus had the FBI behind him.

“Of course. Follow me.”

“Tyler. The guests!” Carole hissed harshly to her son. Marcel strolled through the threshold and took the warrant that was still clutched in her hands from her and ignored her.

“It will be fine, Mom. You go and sit with them. I’ll talk with the agents.” Tyler responded and jerked his head at the agents to follow him. Klaus and Marcel easily followed Tyler towards the back of the house, passing a large dining area in the process. Inside, Klaus could see Pastor Young, Matt Donovan and Andi Star’s parents gathered around a table that was filled with pastries and coffee. “Mom invited the families of the victims, hoping to show that the towns support them and if they need anything, all they have to do is ask. She thought hosting a small brunch was the way to accomplish that.”

“How sweet.” Klaus replied in a sarcastic tone; in the back of his mind he was wondering if it was an election year. He looked towards the room that the mayor had congregated people inside of and realized that he did not see Liz or Caroline inside. “If this brunch was to show the mayor’s support, why are the Forbes’s absent?”

“Mom thought it would be insensitive to invite them…since, Caroline survived.” Tyler stated in an awkward tone as he opened a door and lead them inside what appeared to be an office. It was larger than the director of the FBI’s office and far more elaborate. Instead of chairs, facing the desk, there was a full seating area complete with sofas, a coffee table and throw pillows. It looked more like the Queen’s sitting room where she served tea than the office of a small-town mayor. “What can I do for you?”

Marcel handed Tyler the warrant and took a seat on one of the sofas. Much like he had done at the Salvatore house, Klaus paced the room. Part of him wanted to sit behind the desk to show Tyler exactly who was in charge. However, by his demeanor before they entered the mayor’s office, Tyler knew his place in this investigation and what the consequences would be if he refused to corporate. Klaus was unsure if that set warning bells off in his head or if he wanted to be suspicious of him. Klaus wondered at the change from the cocky man he had met at the hospital.

“Yesterday afternoon, Ms. Forbes lead us to one of the Lockwood cellars on your property.” Marcel told Tyler in an easy tone while Klaus took in the room. On the far right stood a tall bookshelf that held several leather-bound volumes that by the spines, Klaus could tell that they were unused. Not of speck of dust could be found and despite the fact that the volumes were unread, they were cleaned often. Pictures lingered around the room but lacked any sort of personal touch. The office, much like the other parts of the house Klaus had seen, felt showy and empty; making Klaus wonder if this was a theme that occurred often in the town’s most prominent families. “We obtained a warrant and this morning searched it and discovered that the victims had been held there prior to their murder.”

“Shit.” Tyler whispered, sinking down onto the couch. He put his hands into his hands and shook his head. Both agents stood there watching him for a second, allowing him time to collect his thoughts. Every movement was studied and calculated. When he pulled his head up, Klaus could see a million different thoughts running through his mind. Something was playing behind those brown eyes. “What was down there?”

“That’s classified.” Marcel stated smoothly and Tyler pursed his lips. “Are there any more cellars or tunnels on your property that we should be made aware of? If so, we are going to want to search them.”

“Yes. There are five in total. Two are caved in through and have been for years.” Tyler stood up and walked towards the desk. He opened a few drawers and pulled out a key. He walked over to an old painting that Klaus assumed was some Lockwood ancestor of sorts and took the painting off the wall. There was a safe behind the painting and Tyler opened the safe easily. He shuffled through a few things and pulled out a small leather binder that was tied with a small leather strap. Tyler untied the binder and rooted through several papers. “We keep the deed to the house and a few other things in here; including a detail on the surrounding property. Here.” Tyler handed Marcel a list of what appeared to be the cellars among other various landmarks on the Lockwood property. “All the cellars and tunnels should be listed on there as well as their locations. Search wherever you need.”

“Thank you.” Klaus took the list from Marcel’s hand and scanned over it. He pulled out his phone and took a screenshot of it, sending it to Maddox with instructions to have the agents stay behind and wait for them to search the remaining cellars. “Who all knows about these?”

“Honestly, I can’t answer that. We don’t advertise the cellars or tunnels. Mom feels that it would bring up bad options on our ancestors; because of what the cellars were used for.” Tyler informed the agents, avoiding looking at Marcel as though he would be offended about the subject he was dancing around.

“You mean the fact that were used to hide slaves?” Marcel asked in an unbothered tone. Klaus knew Marcel well and they both knew that he was descended from slaves during the Civil War. It was a fact that Marcel had come to terms with long ago but also did not like being reminded of it, especially by a man of privilege. Despite all of that, he was not about to let Tyler see that side of him.

“Yes.” Tyler nodded. “I can’t really give you a list of people who know about it because we don’t press charges against everyone who walks through the woods on our property. We would have to charge half the town and that would take too much time.”

“Fair point.” Klaus replied, eyeing Tyler. There was something he was withholding, and Klaus was not in the mood to play games with him. Images of the tunnels were far to fresh and Klaus wanted to hold Tyler responsible for their existence. ��What are you not telling us?”

“Excuse me?”

“Mr. Lockwood, if you know something. Tell us. Us finding out later will only be worse for you in the long run.” Tyler was silent for a moment, and the agents could see the decision going through his mind; back and forth.

“Okay. I may have shown the cellars to a few people.” Tyler paused. “Specifically, woman.” Both Marcel and Klaus looked at Tyler in incredulity. After a second, Marcel started to laugh lightly as though he was highly amused, but Klaus could tell that by the tone that his partner was anything but.

“Let me understand you. You would take woman hiking through the woods and show them cellars that your ancestors used to hold slaves?” Marcel asked as though he was trying to understand him better. “To what purpose? To get laid?” Tyler nodded and Marcel just shook his head in disbelief. “Who was the last one?”

“Caroline. She actually gave me hell when I took her there. She was far from impressed.” Tyler replied, honestly. “I haven’t been down there in years. Caroline and I started dating in college and then eventually got engaged. I had no need to go down there anymore.”

“What about Ms. Parker? Your current girlfriend?” Klaus asked.

“She has never been down there.” Tyler replied, taken aback slightly. His eyes shifted between Marcel and Klaus, looking suspicious for the first time. “How do you know about Liv?”

“Was she the woman who you cheated on Caroline?”

“What? No.”

“Who was she? Did you take her down there?”

“Hayley? No, no Hayley as far as I know has never been down there.”

“Hayley?”

“Marshall.” Tyler held up his hands as though he was defending himself. “What are you accusing me of? I didn’t do anything. I admit that leading woman down there in hopes of sex was a douche of a move, but I grew up a lot since then. I stopped doing that after Caroline and I got serious.”

“And yet you still cheated on her.” Klaus snapped back. It was a rash comment and he knew that he would have to watch his tone if he did not want this interview to end the same way the interview with Damon ended; with the fatal lawyer request.

“I regret that. Hayley and I, it was stupid, and I have tried to make it up to Caroline since, but she refuses to allow me a second chance.” Tyler genuinely seemed sincere and Klaus did not know if that made him dislike him more. “I ended things with Hayley after Caroline caught us. I thought that maybe we could work things out. Get back together but she wants nothing to do with me.”

“And what does any of this have to do with you leading woman down to those cellars? If you no longer exercise that practice?” Klaus asked, trying to steer the questioning back towards the investigation.

“Vicki and I used to mess around in high school. It was nothing serious. She had a crush on me despite dating Jeremy Gilbert. I used that. We would use the Lockwood cellars as a meeting place.” Tyler admitted. “We wanted to keep things quiet. It was just sex at the time and ended before we left high school. I don’t know if she kept going down there or not.”

“I see.” Klaus replied, looking Tyler over. “So, you and Vicki used to have sex in high school, what about after?”

“No. Once I went off to college, I started dating Caroline.”

“You’ve already proven that infidelity is not an issue for you. I just wanted to check. Excuse me if I find your sincerity questionable.” Klaus told him with a cynical smile. He was scrutinizing him and Klaus had him pegged. He had seen dozens of men just like him before. Rich, with a sense of entitlement and having the audacity to believe that forgiveness should just be handed to them without having to earn it first. He was everything Klaus could have become but didn’t, a fact that Klaus did not want to admit to himself. The fact that Tyler was trying to be on his best behavior now intrigued Klaus. Tyler saw the damage that was done to Elena when the news of her affair with Damon became public and he clearly wanted to prevent that from happening to him. “What about drugs? Did you use those cellars to get high?”

“What?”

“Drugs. Maybe heroin, Dilaudid or meth?”

“I smoked weed in high school a few times but nothing since and it was never down there.” Tyler replied in a confused tone. “I never touched anything harder than that.”

“Do you know anyone who does?”

“Half the town. There isn’t much to do around here. Take your pick, someone is bound to be one something.”

“Like Vicki?”

“Yeah. Her drug habits were well known in town. She started getting messed up in high school.” Tyler paused and Klaus could read between the lines. Vicki would be high whenever they had sex and there was a fine line between consent and sleeping with someone under a drug induced haze. “But I haven’t really spent much time with her since we graduated.”

“Do you know where she would get her supply?”

“No.” Klaus watched him but Tyler was doing everything he could to keep his face passive. Before him was a serial cheater who had two politicians for parents. Lying was second nature for him. Caroline was an intelligent woman that if she had not caught Tyler in the act, never would have suspected his infidelity. It pained Klaus to admit that Tyler was a good liar and he was questioning whether or not he was being truthful.

“You knew both Vicki and Caroline intimately. What about April Young?” Marcel asked in a bored tone but studied him carefully. Both men were watching for the slightest hint of acknowledgment; however, Tyler did nothing but shake his head.

“No. Honestly? I forgot about April’s existence after we graduated high school. She was not someone who particularly stood out.” Tyler admitted and both of the men believed him. April, while pretty, did not have the same beauty as the other woman that would have caused Tyler to take a notice. “Mom had to remind me who she was when her name was among the list of victims.”

“What of Andi Star? Ever have a relationship with her?”

“Andi? No. I mean I knew her, but everyone did. She was the town’s success story. Mom liked to roll the red carpet out for her whenever she came to town. She and I never had any sort of relationship. I never even slept with her. I think the most we ever did was maybe dance at some town function or something, but I can’t be sure.”

“What about the name Camille O’Connell?”

“Never heard of her before this mess started.” Tyler replied. “Look, I admit it. I’m not exactly the best at relationships. I slept around and it wasn’t until Caroline called me on it, tossing the ring I bought her in my face that I realized that I messed up. But this, I didn’t do this. I’m not a murder.”

Both Klaus and Marcel just looked at him; something apparent became obvious to both of them. Tyler was terrified. The question became; what was he scared of? His dark eyes were darting between the two of them as though they were going to pounce on him. There was something lurking beneath the surface that Tyler wanted to tell them, and they could see it. They waited but Tyler apparently decided that he was doing speaking to them.

“Where were you on the evening of June 5th?”

“My girlfriend and I were here.”

“Which one? Hayley Marshall or Olivia Parker.” Klaus asked, not being able to help himself. While he did not like Tyler, the man did not stir anger inside of Klaus like Damon had. Perhaps it was because, despite his fidelity issues, Tyler shown no history of violence. That did not make him innocent and Klaus would keep an open mind about him until there was proof clearing him completely. However, that did not stop Klaus from the enjoyment of toying with him.

“I was with Liv. I told you. Hayley and I are over.” Tyler snapped. He stood and walked over to his mother’s desk. He grabbed a notepad and a piece of paper, jotting something down. He handed it to Klaus and gave him a dead stare. “Here is her number. Call her if you’d like.”

“Oh, we will.” Klaus took the slip of paper from his hands, looking down at the digits he had written. He tossed Tyler a smirk that was meant to irritate him; for no other reason that it gave Klaus joy to see Tyler squirm. Klaus handed the note over his shoulder to Marcel, who took it easily; already typing the number into his phone and passing the information off to Slater.

“Contact us if you remember anything else Mr. Lockwood.” Marcel told him without look up from his phone. With one last calculating look, Klaus turned from Tyler and headed towards the office door; opening and allowing Marcel to step through first. On the other side, he could see Carol speaking with Matt and Pastor Young; all three tossing questioning eyes at the office door. Andi’s parents were nowhere to be found.

“One last thing.” Klaus turned from the curious gazes of the onlookers. “When we met at the hospital the other day, you introduced yourself as Caroline’s fiancé. Tell me, how do you think Ms. Parker would feel if she learned that you still viewed Caroline as the woman you intend to marry?”

Not allowing Tyler to answer, Klaus left the office and passed by the mayor and her guest, knowing full well that the three of them heard his final question. It was petty but the sheer look of disappointment on Carol’s face brought a hint of satisfaction to Klaus’s mood. Toying with Tyler rounded out his bad temper from back in the woods. It was petty but frankly, Klaus did not care.

“Well he is a douchebag.” Marcel stated as they made their way towards their SUV. Marcel took the keys from Klaus, deciding that it was his turn to drive back to the edges of the Lockwood property. Klaus happily handed them over, the feeling of exhaustion creeping up on him.

“He has been involved with two out of the five victims and probably tried to sleep with Andi at some point, but was shot down. I don’t know if it is a coincidence or motivation. It’s a small town and there is bound to be some overlap.” Klaus replied and Marcel nodded in agreement. There was a slight scowl forming on Marcel’s lips that Klaus could see. He was not surprised; Tyler was the exact type of man Marcel despised. “You hated him.”

“Absolutely.” Marcel replied and his slight southern twang that all but vanished when he moved to D.C came out. Marcel started the SUV and began to pull out of the “Southern white man of privilege who likes to sugarcoat his family history. Of course, I hated him but that is irrelevant. Do you think he is our guy? Nothing about him screamed serial killer but they rarely ever do.”

“Maybe. Maybe not. Like I said, he was romantically involved with two of the victims and had easy access to the cellars that they were held in, but he does not strike me as someone who would use street drugs let alone a narcotic like Dilaudid. If he is the killer, or knows who it is, how would he have gotten them?” Klaus voiced his thoughts, rubbing his forehead; fighting the headache that was threatening to form. “I think he is hiding something, but I don’t know what.”

“You have no idea what?”

“Do you?”

“No. Theories but nothing concrete.” Marcel added and Klaus nodded. They drove through town again and headed towards the outskirts of town. They were meeting the agents back at the edge of the Lockwood property to search the additional cellars. They both knew that it would take a bit of time to find them, but the information Tyler passed to them provided enough direction to begin looking. “Let’s get this over with and head back to the station. I’m sure Liz is waiting with batted breath to find out if we found anything.”

“To be honest. I’m surprised she didn’t just show up herself.” Klaus muttered but in the back of his mind, he knew she wouldn’t; especially with Bonnie being called into the bakery so early. Liz was not about to leave her daughter alone, especially when Caroline was passed out on sleeping pills.

By the time Marcel and Klaus were done searching all of the cellars, the sun was beginning to set. Much like Tyler had said, two of the tunnels were caved in and the rest held nothing of interest. They were smaller and beyond similar cells in each, they did not hold the same interest as the one where Caroline and the others had been held. Klaus knew that the killer was unlikely to go back to the first one but might try and move to another if he took another victim. Part of Klaus wondered if they could convince Vincent to allow the additional agents to remain in Mystic Falls but he doubted it; lack of resources or some other bureaucratic excuse. Either way, it was worth the request; if it came from Marcel.

The station was quiet and in the process of shift change when they entered. Klaus and Marcel weaved through the officers and made their way towards the conference room with takeout from the Grill in hand. While it was not the worst food Klaus had ever had, several days of it in a row was tiring. Seeing that the two agents were both starving, only having ate the donuts from Bonnie’s bakery earlier in the day, he would make do.

With his mind on food, Klaus almost missed seeing Caroline sitting in her mother’s office. He had to do a double take when she caught his eye. At first Klaus felt his stomach leap at the sight of her, the memory of their almost kiss surfacing in his mind. However, when he was able to take in her appearance the elated feeling that bubbled inside him burst. He had hoped that with the sleeping pill, whether it was willfully taken or not, would have given Caroline some rest but she appeared to be startled and terrified. She was sitting in one of Liz’s chairs, her knees brought to her chest and she appeared to be biting at her nails; a habit he had yet to see from her so far. Her hair hung in a loose ponytail and she wore a loose T-Shirt and jeans that looked as though she just tossed them on.

“Here. Take these. Call Vincent and see if he will give us the extra men.” Marcel nodded, his eyes flickering between Klaus and Caroline. Klaus could tell that he wanted to say something but refrained; knowing that it would be ignored. He took the food and headed towards the conference room while Klaus made his way towards Liz’s office; knocking on the closed door. Liz bid him entry and he slowly stepped inside.

Seeing Caroline up-close only confirmed his fears. She looked worse for wear. Her eyes were red, and she clearly had been crying. Her position told Klaus that she was doing her best to hold herself together but found it harder than she was expecting. Klaus wanted to walk over to her and take her into his arms; offering the comfort she clearly needed but was unsure of his welcome. He had feelings for Caroline, that much was clear, but he was also in Mystic Falls to do a job. It was a fine line to walk in order to balance the two.

“Did you find anything of interest Klaus?” Liz asked and Klaus nodded, not taking his eyes from Caroline. He took a seat in the vacant chair and turned it to face Caroline; knowing full well that Liz’s eyes were on both of them. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and reached out to take Caroline’s uninjured hand into his.

“Talk to me.” Klaus’s voice was low and gentle. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Liz looking at their linked hands, but he did not care. All he could see was the grief written all over Caroline’s face and needed to know what was wrong. “Are you okay?”

“No.” It was a useless question and they both knew it; but Klaus needed her to open up to him. “I woke up around noon. Mom had already left for the station, but Bonnie was on the couch. Everything seemed fine. I dressed and let Enzo out. I went to get the mail and I found that inside.”

Caroline nodded towards an envelope resting on Liz’s desk. Klaus reached over and picked up the envelope. It was a typical white envelope that Klaus could find at any general store. It was marked with Caroline’s name and address but there was no return address on the upper left-hand corner. It was stamped and mailed; telling Klaus that this was not hand delivered. This could have been sent from anywhere. Klaus opened the envelope up and pulled out a sheet of paper. It was a note, typed on a computer and completely unremarkable outside of the words that were printed on it.

Caroline,

I miss you. Why did you leave? Did you not like the home I made for you? Where you not comfortable? I gave you everything and yet, you still left. This is your home. You belong here with me, not wandering to places where it is not safe. Only I can keep you safe.

You’re mine, Caroline. One way or another, I will have you home. You will never leave me again and will forever be by my side. They took the others from me, but I refuse to allow them to take you from me too. You belong here with me. Soon you will see to reason.

See you soon, Your only friend.

“What does he mean that he will see me soon?” Caroline whispered as Klaus read the letter. He gripped her hand tightly, his knuckles turning white. If he was crushing her hand, Caroline said nothing; not willing to let go. Klaus could see that she was doing everything in her power to keep calm and not have a complete breakdown. While the emotions cursing through him caused him difficulty in remaining objective, Klaus tried to focus on the words in the letter and not how good it felt to hold her hand. “He is going to come after me, isn’t he?”

“No one is going to hurt you.” Klaus said. He turned his eyes toward Liz and her fear was radiating from her body. He could tell that she was thinking of every possible way to keep her daughter safe but was coming up with nothing. Klaus could understand how lost Liz must feel, having been there himself. The desire to chase down this monster was pushing its way to the surface. “Wait here.”

Klaus stood and left the office. He made his way through the police station with a furious pace. He entered the conference room and the smell of his dinner assaulted him; but any hunger he had had been replaced by a ball forming in the pit of his stomach. Marcel was on the phone and Vincent’s voice sounded through the speaker. Klaus tossed the note down on the table and Marcel picked up it, reading it.

“Jesus. He is taunting her.” Marcel replied and then proceeded to read it to their supervisor over the phone. Klaus explained that it was post marked and mailed to her without a return address; but not hand delivered. It was be difficult to trace without the return address. It could have been dropped into any mailbox in town.

“Clearly.” Vincent replied in a stilted tone. He went silent on the other end and both Klaus and Marcel could hear him typing. “I’ll have agents Rosza and Vanchure drive down in the morning. The agents that I sent this morning can stay in town for the time being. I can ensure that her house is guarded at all times.” Klaus paused, taken aback. He expected more fight from Vincent, citing red tape and not enough funding; not easy cooperation. “I want this to stay quiet. The director is concerned that if the masses discover that Andi Star was murdered by a serial killer, Mystic Falls will be overrun by journalist and that will only make catching him that more difficult.”

“Journalist are protective of their own.” Marcel told them. “We will do what we can to keep this quiet. The local paper has printed some articles about the murders but nothing more widespread than that. I can contact them to see if they will not contact larger papers or news outlets. Maybe we can keep this contained if we promise an interview or something when this is done.” Klaus shot Marcel a look and nodded. That was all he needed to hear before turning and all but storming out of the conference room. He would let Marcel iron out the details; Klaus’s first concern would be Caroline.

“We are going to post agents on your home at all times.” Klaus told them the second he walked back into Liz’s office. Gone was the sympatric and compassionate man who wanted nothing more than to ease Caroline’s pain and was replaced with the agent who was so focused on the job that he would do anything to complete it. “It would be best if you do not go out alone or leave the house without someone with you.”

“You want me to be a prisoner.” Caroline asked and her choice of words ate at Klaus. Images of the case she had been trapped in shot through his memory like a bullet, striking him where it hurt most. Looking at Caroline, Klaus knew that this was a woman who should not be held back; someone who deserved the world laid at her feet and not stripped from her as it had been.

“No.” Klaus replied, his voice forceful and his eyes held such conviction that Caroline almost believed him. “You are never going to be a prisoner again. The agents are to keep you safe, not hinder your movements. When this is all over and we find him, I promise you that you will never be forced in a cage again.”

“You saw it. You went down there.” It wasn’t a question; Caroline knew the answer. Klaus understood something about her in that moment. She was brave and fearless but that tiny underground cell would always haunt her. It was meant to be the place she was going to die in, and no matter of bravery, vengeance or justice would erase that terror from her mind.

“Yes.” There was no point in hiding the truth from her. No matter the amount of pain Caroline was in, Klaus knew that she would be able to handle the truth. One thing that Klaus admired about Caroline, despite having only known her for a few days, was how strong she appeared to be. It was one of the many things that drew him to her; because even in an abandoned dark tunnel, Caroline seemed to be the light at the end of it.

“I need to get out of here.” Caroline stood from her chair abruptly, pulling her hand from Klaus’s grasp and ran from the office. Klaus shot Liz a look, telling her that he would follow her and went after Caroline. He saw her run out of the police station and caught up with her easily as she walked through the parking lot.

“Caroline!” Klaus called after her and his long legs made it easy for him to catch up to her. She stopped when she saw him and brought her arms around herself; trying to hold herself together. She had been so strong the day before, walking in the woods; showing them exactly where she had been held. Now, Klaus wondered if it was too soon. Maybe she was pushing herself too much.

“I can’t stay here Klaus. I feel like I’m suffocating. It’s like the walls are closing in on me. I need to get out of here.”

“Do you trust me?” Klaus asked her and Caroline shot him a questioning look. He could see that she was thinking of the previous day and not just her incident at seeing the entrance of her prison; or climbing out of it. She was thinking of that moment by the car and how they almost kissed. Klaus had replayed that moment over and over again in his thoughts and he knew that Caroline had done the same. “Do you trust me Caroline?”

“Yes.” Caroline told him in a soft tone, the realization startling in her eyes. “Yes. I do.”

“Then come with me.”

[hokkaidossoul12]

Here is another showdown Bandit OC I made, his name is Luther Galloway and he is a miner. He is 32 years old, the main weapon he has is his pick axe (the one he's holding) that was made by his wife, he does use other weapons but he many only uses his pick axe. He had managed to become friendly with the beast (the big stringless puppet in the happy mines), he is friends with Mother Dove, Fowler, Corbin Croc, Finnley, Carrie, Fannie, Vincent Greer and Maude Galloway, Maude and Luther are actually a married couple. He is one and half feet shorter than Doc Carver (in my AU) Backstory: Luther was near the end of his teen years when he was built by the puppeteers (he was about twenty to twenty-one), like all the other puppets that were built Lorelei was the one to free him from his box. He, of course, had to earn a living like all the other puppets that had inhabited Showdown Valley as well as socialize and get to know a few of those inhabitants. It was after a few weeks of getting used to the area he was given a role by the creators of the show, he was a miner and had to work alongside another puppet by the name of miner Murray. He would begin his role the day onward so that Lorelei could inform Murray about Luther beforehand so that Murray wasn't put through the stress of figuring out what exactly was going on, it would also give him time to prepare for Luther's arrival and plan out a few tasks that Murray could give him. Then, once that day came around, Luther woke up early, getting his clothing on and got ready to head out the door and toward the Happy mine, good thing was that it wasn't that far of the walk to get there and took him the time span of about fifteen to twenty minute. As soon as the young orange-haired male had reacted the area where Murray would meet him was where he stood and relaxed for a few long minutes, then it was finally then when Murray had arrived to greet Luther and shake hands with him. "hello, you must be Luther Galloway, yes?" Murray asked Luther with a small smile, "yup, sure is..., you can just call me Luther or Mr. Gallos if you'd prefer" the younger male answered with a cheerful look on his face. Within a few minutes, Murray had given Luther some supplies and showed him exactly what he should be doing, how he should do it safely, and what necessary precautions he should take if there is an emergency. Then, before Luther could enter the mines Murray had quickly pulled him back, "oh, I should mention, make sure you keep out of the beast's sights, and please do NOT let it get loose, alright?" Murray spoke in a stern tone, his facial expression changing from a happy grin to a serious frown, Luther gave the older male a surprised and concerned look "the...beast?", Murray then realized that he probably didn't know what the best was. While they went through the mine Murray explained to Luther quickly what the beast was and how dangerous the giant stringless puppet was, this was enough to freak Luther out and put him on edge, "but don't worry...it won't get you as long as it doesn't get free, but if it does...make sure to keep hidden...", Luther nodded at the older male, making sure to keep his words in mind. After a few months went by Luther began to get used to his job, he collected up minerals from the mines and gave it to Murray for the older miner to give to the blacksmith that lived on the other side of the Valley, this was always the routine for Luther until one day his routine was changed. Murray had gotten sick from working overnight in the happy mines and was too weak to walk to the smithy to bring in the minerals, so he instead Luther insisted on doing it for Murray, the older miner told him exactly where to go and gave him a note to give to the Blacksmith. Luther then went out of the mine and made him way into town, greeting a few puppets as he walked by, while he did he wondered what the blacksmith had looked like, Murray talked a lot about this certain puppet and all of it was very positive things. He was so caught up in his thought that he'd already made it to the location of the Smithy, he went to the door and pushed it open, the smell of smoke and hot air filled the air as he coughed and tried to cover his face from the smoke, he then went up to the counter and set the bag of minerals he had down onto the counter, the minerals clustering together and made a loud sound which had caught the blacksmith's attention. They finished what they were doing and went up to the counter, the blacksmith's face covered with a black wielding mask so he couldn't really tell who they looked like, "uhh...hi, I have come here to bring in the minerals for you..." Luther spoke in a soft voice, the blacksmith grabbed the black mask around their face and slowly pulled it off. "Murray had recently gotten sick and was unable to come in today, so I decided to come in-" Luther paused for just a minute and looked at the blacksmith, "they" were a "she" and she... was young beautiful woman, "...f-for...him..." the young miner finally finished his sentence. "thank you, I hope he feels better soon..., and you must the new miner, Mr...?" "o-oh, Luther Galloway, or you ca-an j-just call me Luther or...Mr. Gallos" Luther answered, he was caught off guard by the beautiful young woman in front of him. She smiled at Luther, "nice to met you, Mr Gallos, my name is Maude Adkins, or you can just call me Maude" the young blacksmith spoke cheerfully, she gently grabbed the bag of minerals from her bag, then...she suddenly gave Luther a bundle of cash, "here, since your a working man...I'll give you a payment for collecting those minerals for me." With that, the young miner thanked Maude before heading out the door. Ever since that day Luther had thought about Maude almost every day and for some reason he couldn't get her out of his head, in the end, Luther began to insist to Murray that he would deliver the minerals to Maude just to be able to see her and even talk to her. Soon, he and Maude began to get to know each other more and more until finally, Luther decided to make a move and ask her out on the date, Maude of course accepted and they both took a day off work to have the day out, they both did some fun activities and even went to the saloon where they dancing and got drinks. Then, on the same night, they went to a cliffside where they had their first kiss. It was after ten long years of being a couple was when Luther had asked Maude to marry him, Maude ended up accepting with happy tears in her eyes, then they planned their wedding which would be into a few months time. Once the time came around, Maude and Luther had invited most of the Valley to be there and it turned out beautifully (and Maude's last name was changed to the same as Luther's [Galloway]), but...the funniest part was after the wedding Corbin had decided to borrow Maude's wedding dress and show Luther, that sent him and everyone into a fit of laughter. It was a few months after the wedding where the two married couple decided to have a child, they were both happy about the idea, but...this was also the day that Luther's life would change forever, and it wasn't a good way. That same day, Maude and Luther went out for a long stroll, sitting down by a lake before gazing out, not noticing how dark it was becoming. Soon it was starting to become night, Maude and Luther had both began to notice, Luther taking Maude's hand, "we should get home, right now!" he spoke in a panicked voice, the both of them getting up from the ground, then...they heard the unmistakable sound of a stringless. Then, before the two knew it the whole area was surrounded by stringless, Luther and Maude tried to be as quiet as they could to not be seen but of course...the miner stood on a branch on the ground, attracting all the stringless' attention, he quickly stared at Maude. "RUN!" Luther shouted, grabbing Maude's hand and he began to pull her along, Maude began running with Luther while the huge crowd of stringless ran after him. They began to lose sight of the stringless as they got closer to their home, Luther looked at Maude "we're almost there! just a little further!" but then suddenly before Luther could even react he felt something grab his foot, tripping him over as he landed on the ground, breaking his foot off as he hit the ground, he cried out in pain and looked behind him, a stringless which had been lying on the ground had grabbed Luther and slowly crawling up his now footless leg, breaking his strings while he was on the ground. Maude turned back quickly and saw what had happened, "LUTHER!" she cried out as look back at him, Luther had tears in his eyes as he shouted "go on without me! I'm already a goner!", but the female blacksmith refused to let him get killed. She ran at the stringless that had ahold of Luther, the stringless scratching underneath his eye before the blacksmith sliced the stringless' head off with the sword she carried with her, she then saw Luther's foot was snapped off by the stringless, she heard the stringless approaching fast. "Please...just go, we'll both die if you try saving me..., please..." the miner sobbed, his leg in agony as he stared up at the female blacksmith who began to tear up as well, Maude let out a cry "I'M NOT GOING LEAVE YOU HERE TO DIE! AND IF I DIE TOO THEN SO BE IT!" she screamed as she grabbed onto Luther's body, using what strength she had to carry him toward their house, the stringless were just a few metres away from them. But, the female blacksmith knew that only one of them would survive, she quickly opened the front door and shoved Luther inside, she suddenly felt one of the stringless grab her so Maude quickly slammed the door shut, locking it. "MAUDE! NO!" the miner shouted as tears ran down his face, "it's ok, love, I'd rather it be only one of us..." she smiled, tears fell from her eyes and the crowd of stringless finally grabbed her, scratching off her paint and snapped every last string attached to her body, Luther cried out in grief and anguish until he passed out. Next thing the miner knew was that he woke up in a bed, Corbin sitting beside him, once the younger red-haired male saw the miner eyes open he immediately hugged him "oh god! Luther!" the young male spoke, "I saw your body laying on the ground within your home, the door was locked and...your foot was amputated and you had a scratch on your face." Luther looked down at where his footless leg was, but it looked as if his foot was put back together and held by metal staples, he felt his face and also felt the same chips there too, Corbin looked at Luther, "what happened? and where's Maude." Then, the next thing Corbin knew Luther broke down, tears dripping from his eyes and he made a sound Corbin had never heard him made before, the miner looked at him "we were attacked by stringless, one of them almost killed me...but Maude saved me, in the end...Maude locked me inside a-and...and..." he sobbed hard, the tears never stopped falling from his eyes, "the stringless killed her..." this caused a few tears to drip down Corbin's face, he hugged Luther, "I'm sorry that this happened..." the younger male spoke, sympathy in his voice. It was hours later in the day where the news about Maude's death finally went around town, ever since that fateful day Luther had never forgotten the last words Maude said to him before she was killed. (sorry that the end of the backstory was sad, also...about his hand...that is a totally different story) He likes:  Playing chest, Writing Journals, Working in the happy mines, collecting up different minerals from the mines (for Maude), collecting up bits if minerals to try polish himself, helping others who get stuck in the mines, Being able to visit Maude and help her out with things she needs. He dislikes: Getting unwanted attention, other puppets reading his journals, when certain puppets hold his mining equipment, puppets questioning him about Maude (in the backstory you’ll find out why), whenever certain friends or his lover of his get hurt (like Finnley, Corbin, Mother Dove, Maude and Carrie), and when other puppets try forcing him into uncomfortable situations.

[ghostface-babe]

Hello! I would like a match up please! I’m a 5’4 pan women with black hair cut into a bob. I have blue eyes and round rosey cheeks! I’m very soft and plump and I love to wear pink dresses and makeup! I love horror and the macabre as well and incorporate it into most of my art. I love to be with my friends but I need plenty of time by myself. I also really want to explore spooky places (but I’d need someone to hold my hand hehe) thank you!!!

Hello cutie!! We are very similar 💖💖 I hope you like this(:

Up first is: Vincent Sinclair

• I think Vincent would truly just adore your style. He’d find you to be innocent and pure compared to him which would make him want to protect you. A cute pink dress, he’s blushing under his mask. How on earth did someone so angelic wander into Ambrose? He doesn’t care, he’s so lucky you did and that you decided to stay with him.

• He could adore your makeup and would love watching you do it. The way you move the brushes across your skin, similar to the way he creates his art. All the colors you blend - it’s like a painting on your face and he’s in awe. How could such a simple act be so calming and beautiful to watch. He’ll be fascinated by the makeup, would probably steal some to use for his art. Is confused when you say it’s not meant for that.

- ‘Vincent where is my blue eyeliner?’ You won’t need a response, he’ll be sitting there with the eye pencil in his hand.

-‘No, Vince you can’t draw with it..it’s not a pencil.’ Obviously he’s confused. It’s got a point, you use it to draw, is it not a pencil? poor wax boy is confused.

• Vincents life was very dark before you came along, but even with you in his life it’s still not perfect for obvious reasons. You love horror so that’s good because this boy indulges in a couple creepy hobbies. You have your art and he has his lol. He loves that you accept him the way he is and don’t find him too creepy. He’s really insecure and is always afraid you’ll leave him for someone better. Someone like Bo.

• You incorporate macabre into your artwork!! Vincent’s gonna love this plain and simple. He’ll find your artwork to be unique and just as odd yet beautiful as his own. He’ll most likely take inspiration from some of your creations and add it into his own. You’re his muse and he enjoys drawing and working on art with you, whether it’s a project you’re completing together or alone. Any time with you is great and the fact that you both love art, that makes him so happy. You’re his perfect person, his angel sent down to love and care for him. He feels like he doesn’t deserve you.

• He’s not a talker, unless it’s a sentence or two but even then he’d rather shake or nod his head - point to what he needs or grunt or groan in response. You liking alone time from time to time won’t bother him. He doesn’t mind if you’re quiet too, just please don’t stay away from him for too long or he’ll start to think you’ve changed your mind about him. He’s really insecure like I said, so he’ll get worried and stress for days if you aren’t being as affectionate to him as usual. He’ll think he’s done something wrong, but won’t bother you. He’ll wait for you to make the first move given the fact that he’s shy and he doesn’t want to push you away.

• No place better to explore than Ambrose. You want creepy? You got creepy. From the church to the gas station, to the Sinclair house, and of course the House of Wax. It’s a peculiar town, one that definitely took some time getting used to but once you did you realized it was quite beautiful. Vincent will take you out and wander with you. He’ll hold your hand the whole time and explore the town he’s seen so many times before differently with you. It doesn’t matter what you’re doing together, every moment is perfect and he’s so grateful for you.

okay and next is..

Bubba:

• Bubba loves your short hair. He loves to play with it and pat you head. He loves the way it shapes your face especially your perfectly round cheeks. His fingers are always squeezing them. He can’t help it, they’re adorable especially when a blush creeps over them turning them pink. You’re just too adorable. Prepare for lots of kisses all over your face and lots of happy babbling and praising.

• Bubba loves how soft you are, your skin feels so nice against his. He loves holding your hand, kissing you, just touching you any way he can. He’s a very affectionate guy and he loves having his hands on you somehow - very grabby!

• Your dresses are so pretty. He loves pawing at the fabric, feeling how nice the material is. The colors make him happy and they look so good on you. A pretty dress for a pretty girl, he’s in awe. More praises, will probably dance with you to see the dress twirl. Heck he’ll just spin you around or babble for you to spin around yourself, twirling his fingers to help explain what he means. He might want to try on one of your pretty dresses. Maybe it’ll make him pretty too, he wants to see. Now he’s in your dress and won’t stop spinning around. He’s pointing to his head because headache.

• Bubba is going to adore your makeup. He loves makeup and he loves watching you do your makeup and what it looks like when it’s finished. He’s going to touch your face a lot. He wants to feel the colors. You’ll have to do makeover nights with him because he’s going to be persistent on getting his hands on that makeup. He wants to try it and look pretty too.

• He has some weird furniture pieces made from bones and remaining carcasses. Nubbins got him into that. He’s very handsy and loves to make things. When he sees your artwork he’s very interested. They’re amazing! He loves the macabre style, all the creepy things you draw and sketch. He’ll want to hang up all your drawings and display them so everyone can see. He’s so proud of you.

• Quite like Vincent, Bubba won’t mind if you want some alone time but he’s just very clingy. He needs so much love and attention and if you’re alone for too long he’ll get sad and confused. You’re the only person who treats him with love and kindness, so you being away from him will make him wonder if he did something wrong. Complete opposite of Vincent, he won’t wait. He’ll go straight to you and be a blubbering mess, tears on his mask. You’ll have to explain to him he did nothing wrong otherwise he’d keep his head down like a puppy.

• The sawyer farm is spooky as it is lol, so no need to go anywhere else. Bubba will walk through the woods with you, wander around for a bit, and let you explore his town. No need to be scared because he won’t let you out of his sight. He’d hold your hand and take care of anyone who dare cross your path.

This is so lengthy gahh but I added a 3rd pick

last but not least..

Tiffany Valentine:

• Tiff loves your body. She loves how soft you are, how your is cut so adorable short. She adores your makeup most of all and the way it compliments your beautiful blue eyes. Kisses will always be on your cheeks and she’ll swoon over the way you blush when she does so. Nicknames like doll face, pudding, and sugar are expected.

• She’ll love the way you dress. Fashion is something she takes very seriously, being that it brings her so much joy. She’ll love all your dresses and might even match with you on some days. Shopping together would definitely be one of her favorite things to do with you. She’d help you pick out so many things.

• Makeup is her favorite thing to do. She loves all types of makeup. She’ll take inspiration from some of your looks and try new things with hers. She’ll give you tips and practice different looks on you. The fact that you both love so much of the same things would make her very happy. She’d be so excited and giddy getting dolled up with you.

• Tiff would love your artwork. She’s a pretty gal with a dark soul. She loves horror movies and horror activities. Your artwork would spark her interest. She’d probably get one of your drawings tatted honestly. Would try to convince you to have an art show. She’d arrange it. You’re just so talented and she wants everyone to know.

• She wouldn’t mind you wanting alone time. There’s plenty of things she could do to occupy herself. Reading, painting and filing her nails, shopping. She’d always be there for you and would know that you weren’t doing it because you were mad, but because you liked being alone sometimes. She would understand that.

• There’s not really anything that spooks her out. She’s a confident woman. She’ll take you to haunted houses or abandoned houses, anywhere spooky you wanna go. Don’t be nervous, she’d hold your hand and talk the whole way. If you got too scared she’d wrap her arms around you and guide you away from the situation. You’re her baby doll and she wouldn’t want you being too scared.

Sorry this was so long omggggg. I just couldn’t pick one 😂