#rude frustrated and sarcastically amused vampire

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That depends entirely on where/when in their duel he decides to take a nap.

If before? and he takes a nap instead of going to fight Alucard? Alucard's ghouls aren't attacking him. And yet they're still turning other threats into minced meat and shish kabobs. So Anderson could probally sleep comfortably and safely

If during the fight with Vlad? Vladcard would laugh and probally just accept it. Leave him there as tired and won't do anything to wake him and would deal with threats. But also won't go out of his way to let him sleep.

If Alucard? He'd laugh, then be worried and make sure Anderson's still alive. Upon finding he is would attempt to wake him, and mock him the entire way. If that fails? Alucard will be frustrated and annoyed... But he's not one for picking a fight with an exhausted Anderson that can't work his all, so he'd let him sleep. But he'd also actively make sure Anderson's sleep is respected. In that teasing way. We're keeping level one voices, making sure he's got a blanket and pillow, and we're not dropping any buildings. His fight with Walter would be 10x more infuriating because he'd have all his familiars to hold up and taunt such a claim. Anybody get to close to Anderson- POW- "shhhh- the priest is sleeping". He'd force Walter to whisper their entire fight.

If during the point where the rest of Iscariot arrives? No. Bad Anderson. Dead Anderson. He can have his army but only if he leads them and stands among them.

If instead of the Nail of Helena? It's likely not a nap but due to bloodloss... Alucard would be worried, but Anderson knocking himself out rather then becoming a monster of god? Major improvement! And in those terms Alucard would probally protect him like there is no tomorrow. Worried, protective, concerned. No nail, and anybody who dares to get to close? Just chose the 'fuck around and find out' option.

When Anderson wakes up it's to Alucard staring at him way to closely for anyone's comfort

I wonder what would've happened if Anderson just decided to take a nap during their final battle.

He just looks around at all of Alucard's ghouls, takes a light building ruble and just use it as a pillow.

And just like that, he takes a nap. I wonder how Alucard would react.

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Suffocation, No breathing, Don't give a- Vicki's Dead (Chapter 11)

Book Title: Widowed Willow Contains: Lying, Vampire Vicki, Amari is something, Slight humor, Damon and Amari aren't friends DO NOT REPOST MY CONTENT! YOU MAY REBLOG BUT DON'T REPOST! Story Masterlist | Previous Part | Next Part

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Jeremy walks back and forth, eyes glazed over. Amari sat on the stairs drawing in her sketchbook, while Elena sat next to her with her head leaning on her shoulder so she could watch her.

"Maybe we should check with Matt" Jeremy suggested, concerned for Vicki, they started to get close. Amari sighed as she closed her sketchbook turned to face Jeremy and told him, " Give her some time and she'll be back."

Elena walked toward the kitchen, beginning to put away dishes in frustration as she stated, "He'll call when he finds her."

Jeremy smiled at Amari as she patted his arm with a crooked grin, "We're supposed to wait, so let's wait."

She didn't know what would happen to Vicki. Especially since she doesn't know she's in transition and if she doesn't drink any human blood soon she'll die.

Jeremy frowned looking between the girls and told them, "I don't know what's wrong with her."

Elena stared at her brother in guilt, "She'll be fine, we'll all be fine."

The doorbell rang Amari exchanged a look with Elena as the two walked towards the front door with Jeremy following after them hoping it'll be some news about Vicki. Elena opened the door, freezing when the raven-haired vampire stood in the doorway. She quickly shut the door but Damon forced it open.

"Jeremy, go upstairs," Elena ordered, he hesitated but went anyway after receiving a look of reassurance from his dark-skinned friend.

Damon glanced between the girls, noticing the expressions on their faces an amused smirk appeared on his lips. Elena looked nervous and terrified while Amari narrowed her eyes at him, calculating his next move.

"You're afraid of me, I'm gonna go out on a limb and guess Stefan finally fessed up."

"Stay away from my friends" Amari hissed, Damon chuckled as he sarcastically responded, "Come on, there's no need to be rude. I'm just looking for Stefan. May I come in? Oh, wait, of course, I can, I've been invited."

Amari stepped in front of Elena as they moved away from the door. Damon closed it behind him walking in front of them, "We can cut to the chase if you want. I'm not going to kill you right now that wouldn't serve my greater agenda."

Damon sighed as he glanced between both girls with a determined look on his face and asked, "Where's Stefan?"

Elena narrowed her eyes at Damon from behind Amari and told him, "Looking for Vicki."

"Don't look at me with those judgy little eyes. Girls gonna thank me for what I did to her." Damon stood directly in front of Amari. She glared at him, she could feel her eyes burn and her gums ache before Damon dropped to the floor, holding his head and groaning in pain.

Amari gasped stopping the aneurysm on him as Elena clutched onto her, scared and confused at what happened. Damon stood, looking her up and down, she was beautiful but she wasn't Kathrine, "Got the whole story, huh?" He curiously questioned.

"We got enough," Elena replied with a knowing look on her face as Damon scoffed in disbelief, "I doubt it, tell my brother I'm looking for him."

He smirked at the two and left, he popped his head back in the door and added, "Tip for later, be careful who you invite in the house."

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The next morning, Amari and Elena drove to the Salvatore boarding house. Stefan called Amari that morning informing her that Vicki had completed her transition and she was staying with him and Damon until she learned control over her hunger.

Elena let out a small sigh as she rang the bell and not even a minute later, Damon opened the door glancing between the two with a smirk on his face.

"Is Stefan here?" Elena questioned, crossing her arms over her chest and glaring at the vampire in front of her.

"Yep," Damon spoke, glancing between the sisters with a smirk. His eyes lingered on Amari causing her to roll her eyes. Damon reached forward to twirl a strand of her hair, "Morning, miss lioness. You seem a bit too confident."

"Let's get one thing straight," Amari narrowed her eyes at him before grabbing him by the neck, pushing him against the door and off the floor, "I am perfectly capable of protecting me, my friends, and family. Though you are not on my enemy list, you're slowly making your way there."

Damon's eyes widened in shock as Amari let him go, he winced in pain as he rubbed his neck with a groan. He stared at Amari impressed by her lack of fear and strength, unlike her sister who was nervous and on edge. He smirked at Amari and commented, "You're feisty, cute."

"He's upstairs."

The youngest brunette sent Damon an annoyed look, before walking away with Amari, brushing past the vampire who smirked as he walked out of the house. The two girls made their way down the hallway as the older brunette called out. "Stefan?"

Footsteps were heard causing the two girls to frown as they spun around, looking up when Stefan appeared at the top of the staircase looking down at the teens.

"Where's Vicki?" Elena asked crossing her arms over her chest.

"She's upstairs," Stefan spoke with a sigh as he made his way down the stairs and towards the two girls. Amari frowned, furrowing her brows, and curiously asked, "What happens now? Because our brother is searching for her with the rest of the town. What do we tell him?"

Stefan looked at the two girls with a look of sympathy and informed them, "I'm working with her but it's going to take time. She's a very volatile and impulsive personality, She's a drug user and all this is going to play a part in how she responds to this"

"So she's a vampire with issues?" Elena asked sarcastically raising her eyebrows at her ex-boyfriend before gesturing towards herself and Amari, "What are we supposed to do? We're lying to everyone we care about. What's going to happen to her?"

"I'm going to keep her here with me until I know she's safe" Stefan spoke with a determined look on his face when Vicki appeared at the top of the stairs making her presence known as she called out, "How long is that?"

Stefan let out a small sigh as he turned around to face Vicki and softly told her, "We can talk about it later"

Vicki let out an annoyed breath as Elena turned her attention to the newly turned vampire and asked, " Hey, Vicki. How are you?"

"You're kidding-" Amari's brows raise as she glances between Vicki and Elena, "-How do you think she's feeling? She just got turned into a vampire, she could definitely be better."

Vicki smiled gratefully at the Amari as she looked between Stefan and Elena with a triumphant look on her face and commented, "See, she gets it."

Elena narrowed her eyes at Amari while Stefan sighed as he led them into the living room.

Amari took a seat on one of the couches, frowning when Stefan left the room and came back a couple of minutes later with a cup of coffee in his hands handing it to Vicki as he firmly told her, "Coffee is our friend, it's the caffeine. It circulates through our veins and warms our bodies so we're not so cold to the touch."

"Well, what if I wanna drink human blood?" Vicki inquires, raising her eyebrows at the vampire in front of her who sighed and firmly said, "You have to learn to live with that urge and fight it on a daily basis, one day at a time."

Vicki groaned rolling her eyes at Stefan and speaking, "God, don't start with that whole twelve steps thing. School counselor has been down that road and it doesn't work for me"

Stefan shook his head, ignoring the snort from Amari, and assured her "It can work, it's your choice Vicki"

Amari and Elena sit on the couch opposite them watching the exchange between the two with furrowed eyebrows when Vicki smiled as she curiously asked, "So, you've never tasted human blood?"

Stefan stayed silent for a moment as he hesitated, glancing at his friends before turning his attention back to Vicki and answering, "Not in a long time."

The Donovan girl frowned as she grew interested in the conversation and questioned, "How long?"

"Years and years," Stefan answered with a sigh as Amari looked at him in sympathy. It wasn't his choice to become a vampire, and knew he probably struggled when he first turned, " I'm not proud of my past behavior."

Vicki hummed in acknowledgment before she groaned rubbing her head as she questioned, "Does this sketchy feeling ever go away? It's like I have a massive hangover and this daylight thing is a bitch. Ugh, I need more blood."

Amari looked at the Donovan girl in amusement, letting out a chuckle as she raised her eyebrows at Stefan who rolled his eyes.

"Where's your bathroom? I have to pee. Why do I have to pee? I thought I was dead." Vicki stated before making her way out of the room.

"I'm gonna go get her some more, I'll be quick" Stefan informed the twins before standing up and walking out the room for some more animal blood for Vicki. Amari sighed as she glanced around with a thoughtful expression.

Amari knew that her and Elena's life would never be the same again now they know of the supernatural. The curly brunette's thoughts were suddenly cut off when Vicki walked back into the living room and announced, "False alarm. My body's feeling funky. It's a good funk but it's weird."

Elena frowned as she stood up from the couch seeing Vicki pull out her phone and question, "Who are you calling?"

"Jeremy," Vicki stated causing Amari's eyes to widen in alarm, as Elena sent a warning glare to the vampire. She sternly told her with a sympathetic look on her face, "Vicki, you can't see Jeremy anymore."

Vicki couldn't help but roll her eyes at the brunette as she complained, "Oh, come on. Don't you start, I'm going to see whoever I want to see."

Elena shook her head letting out a scoff as she questioned, "Even though you could hurt him?"

"I would never hurt Jeremy," Vicki stated with a shake of her head as Elena took a step forward and softly spoke, " I know you think that, but I can't take that risk. You're going to have to let Jeremy go."

Vicki let out a chuckle glaring at Elena as she growled, "Oh? And how long have you been preparing the 'you're not good enough' speech? I'm assuming it predates the whole vampire thing."

Amari stayed seated, glancing between the two, seeing the way Vicki was staring at Elena like she was ready to pounce. Elena stared at Vicki with a saddened look and told her, "All I'm saying is Jeremy can't get involved in any of this. I mean it, Vicki."

"Or what?" Vicki smirked taking a threatening step toward Elena grabbing her by the throat and slamming her against the wall, "Let's get one thing straight, you perky little bitch. You had my brother whipped for fifteen years and then you dumped him. When I look at you, that's all I see."

Amari's eyes widened as she stared at the pair, watching Elena struggle in the vampire hold, "I'm gonna see Jeremy whenever I wanna see Jeremy because I have some fun new toys to play with and I won't think twice about ripping your little head off"

"I won't let that happen," Amari spoke up firmly from behind Vicki as she stabbed a stick in her back. Then snapped Vicki's neck causing Elena to gasp in relief as the Donovan girl dropped to the floor.

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"Look, she had Elena pinned against the wall. I did what I had to do" Amari exclaimed, narrowing her eyes at Stefan. He glanced between Amari and the living room. After he reappeared in the living room finding Vicki on the floor with a broken neck and a stick in her back, he decided it was time to leave. Stefan nodded in understanding, relieved that Amari could protect Elena and herself.

"I'm honestly just trying to figure out where she got the stick from," Stefan sighed before glancing between the girls noticing the expectant looks on their faces.

"She's on edge, imagine every sense in your body operating at super speed. I mean, she's uncomfortable in her own skin and then you throw in her other issues."

"How long before she settles?" Elena questioned letting out a scoff as she crossed her arms over her chest, "hours? Days? Weeks? It's no excuse Stefan, she's dangerous"

Stefan shook his head glancing at Elena and informed, "There's no rule book."

Elena frowned as she tilted her head to the side and curiously asked, "Well, how long before you learned to control it?"

Stefan frowned as he watched the two girls as he admitted, "A while, I didn't have anybody helping me. I had to do it on my own. The thing is, it's hard to resist certain people, especially when you're new. It's difficult to separate your feelings, love, lust, anger, and desire. It can all blur into one urge, hunger."

"What does that mean?" Amari questioned, Stefan, shook his head, and firmly told them, "It means that Jeremy can't see her, not now. She might not be able to resist him and she’ll hurt him."

Elena turned to face as she narrowed her eyes at her ex-boyfriend and added in, "Or worse."

Stefan glanced between the two in determination and assured, "I'm not going to let anybody get hurt."

The two girls stayed silent for a moment when Amari let out a heavy sigh and grabbed Elena's hand and told Stefan,

"We need to get going," The older brunette started pulling Elena away but Stefan called out, "Amari"

The brunette shook her head, continuing towards her car, "There's only so much we can take."

Stefan frowned as he watched the two walk away. For the past two days they'd gone through a lot; finding out that vampires exist, Vicki's transition, and keeping it all from everyone they care about.

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"Honey?" Amari called as she walked down the stairs declining another call from Caroline who's been persistent on going to the Halloween party tonight at Mystic Falls High. After they left the Salvatore boarding house, they spent the day in Amari's room eating ice cream and watching 101 Dalmatians.

"In here," Elena responded from the kitchen. Amari felt awful lying to her friends and family, she was keeping secrets from them. She and Elena knew it was for their safety, but that didn't make it less painful to lie. Amari walked into the kitchen only to see Jeremy leaving another voicemail for Vicki, while Elena looked at him in worry and concern.

"So, um, do you guys wanna hang out tonight?" Elena asked with a sad smile on her lips trying to distract her brother from the whole Vicki situation. "We could go to the Halloween thing at school, could be fun."

Jeremy turned to look at Amari, laughing when he saw the look of irritation. She'd go anywhere besides the party.

"Sure, sounds fun. Are you going?" Jeremy questioned his oldest friend.

"Don't," Amari began with a groan running her hand through her hair, "Caroline's been blowing up my phone all day. You know, she told Jenna I was starting to become a hermit, so I can't make an excuse not to go."

Jeremy couldn't help but laugh shaking his head at her before turning to face Elena who sighed leaning against the kitchen table and speaking, " I know you're upset about Vicki, I heard she called Matt but you can't be with her. She needs to get better. The best thing you can do for her is let her go."

"What does that even mean, 'let her go?" He inquired in mock confusion glaring at his older sister, " Oh, okay, sure. Since we're such experts on letting people go, right?"

"I know you may not see it but trust me, it's for the best" Elena empathized, Amari looked between the two before clearing her throat and saying, "I'm just gonna go get ready."

Jeremy took a step closer to Elena and explained, "For months after mom and dad died I felt like nothing ever mattered. Now all of a sudden, I get these moments and things started to feel a little bit better and Vicki was in every single one of them."

"So, you may not see it, but trust me keeping me away from her is not for the best" Jeremy finished as he sent one last look to his sister before grabbing his water bottle and leaving Elena by herself. She sighed thinking over her brother's words.

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Amari shoved through the crowds in Mystic Falls High, Elena and Jeremy following after her. The dark-skinned girl ignored the iffy feeling, glancing around to see if she could see anyone she knew.

Matt smiled brightly as he made his way towards them, his eyes locked on Elena with an amused expression on her face and stated, "You went with last year's costume too, huh?"

"I didn't know I was coming till an hour ago," Elena told him with a shrug causing Matt to nod his head in agreement staring at his ex-girlfriend in adoration. Jeremy and Amari shared a look, rolling their eyes at the ex-couple only for Matt to turn his attention to them.

"Who are you supposed to be?" he asked looking at Amari with a grin. She shrugged looking down at herself and smoothing her suit. "This random guy who saved me during my childhood."

Matt nodded, giving her a smile before turning to Jeremy, "And you're going as, let me guess, you?"

Jeremy rolled his eyes walking away from the three of them. Amari let out a sigh as she placed her hands on her hips and spoke, "He's on his man period, he got into a fight with Elena."

"I got into it with Vicki too when she got home" Matt explained causing Elena's eyes to widen as she turned to the Donovan boy, "I'm trying not to smother her, but part of me didn't wanna let her out of my sight."

"Wait," Amari froze as she raised her eyebrows at Matt and questioned, "she's here?"

Matt nodded his head in confirmation and told them, " Yeah, you can't miss her, she's a vampire" Elena huffed ignoring the snort from Amari, and looked around, worriedly asked, "Where did Jeremy go?"

"What's the matter?" Matt questioned, glancing between the two. Elena ignored him and whispered, "We gotta find him."

Elena grabbed Amari's hand dragging her through the school in search of her brother. They sighed in relief when Stefan made his way towards them with Vicki, "Thank God" Elena breathed out releasing Amari's hand.

Stefan looked at the two girls in concern, seeing how anxious they were, "What's wrong?"

Elena let out a sigh as she explained, "We lost track of Jeremy. I was worried"

"What's going on?" Matt asked as he made his way over towards the four of them with a frown on his face as Vicki smirked tauntingly at the Stefan and yelled, "I told you to quit bothering me!"

Elena narrowed her eyes at the newly turned vampire and pleaded, "Vicki don't do this."

Vicki ignored her as she turned to Matt and exclaimed, " Matt, he won't leave me alone."

"You need to back off, man" Matt warned the Salvatore brother firmly with a glare on his face taking a step closer to Stefan. Elena stepped between them and placed her hand on Matt's chest in assurance, "Matt, it's okay."

"No, it's not okay-" Matt scoffed glaring at Stefan "-What the hell is your problem?"

Stefan rolled his eyes going to respond but before he could. Amari spoke up, " Stefan, she's gone."

Elena's eyes widened as she rushed after Amari. Matt stopped Stefan grabbing his shoulders, but Stefan pushed him roughly against the wall and sternly told him, "I'm trying to help her."

A little while later, Elena and Amari had tracked down their brother outside Mystic Falls high in the school parking lot where he was screaming for Vicki to stop. She couldn't control her hunger and tried to attack him.

"Vicki, no!" Elena screamed, and the Donovan girl threw Jeremy to the ground. Her eyes moved to Elena and she rushed towards her throwing her back onto a pile of wood planks.

Elena screamed out in pain, a piece of wood scratched her side, she looked up to see Vicki going for Amari. The curly brunette grabbed Vicki's shoulders shoving her backward into the arms of Stefan who slammed her into the bus.

Vicki pushed Stefan off her before disappearing under one of the school buses Stefan's eyes widened as he glanced at the girls and ordered, "Go, get inside!"

Amari took Elena's hand and grabbed Jeremy by the hoodie. They rushed towards the door only for Vicki to push Jeremy out of the way before grabbing ahold of the young brunette and digging her fangs into her neck.

Vicki flew backward, Amari slamming her to the ground. In anger, the newly turned vampire rushed towards Amari once again but before she could get to her Stefan appeared and staked Vicki with a piece of wood. Elena's eyes teared up as she watched Vicki desiccate before falling to the ground.

Amari tuned out the screams of her brother and stared at Vicki's body. She pondered how she'd ever look Matt in the eye after witnessing his sister die. Vicki was all Matt had left, and now she was gone.

"Get him out of here," Amari demanded, glancing at Elena who reached for Jeremy and lead him out the parking lot and towards her car.

"I'll deal with the body."

Stefan glanced up in surprise, "How do you know what to do?"

The brunette shrugged, nodding her head towards the door for him to leave. Surprisingly, he did, without complaint or questions. She waited a few minutes before pulling out her phone, "I need help."

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A 'Sociopath's Touch

Chapter Ten : Dearly Departed

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Summary: It's the storm after the fluff. You and Kai go to help Damon get his mom back, and everything goes wrong. Again.

Kai’s hands moved the hangers quickly down the rack, cursing when he couldn’t find what he was looking for. “Am I even in the right section- I mean, what is this?”

“This is Walmart. You get what you buy.” Damon scowled as he leaned against a wooden platform that had folded clothes against it, furring his brow at Kai.

“And it’s not exactly snowing here, either.” Jacob said from the other side of the rack, “So yeah, their selections for parkas aren’t exactly bussin’.”

Damon stood, looking at Jacob with annoyance, “What did you just say?”

“Uh…” Jacob hesitated, face filled with both anger and fear. The man who killed him was asking rudely what he just said.

“Bussin’.” Kai smirked at Jacob’s relieved expression, relief to be free from any type of confrontation, and looked to Damon with a raised brow. “What’s wrong, old man? Can’t get with the times?”

Damon scoffed, “Do you even know how to use anything that plugs in?”

Kai smiled sarcastically, “Do you even know how to speak to anyone younger than you?”

Damon was about to speak when Jacob interceded with a laugh, “Does he even know anyone older than him?”

Damon raised a brow towards your brother, “I will kill you, again.”

Kai smirked and chanted under his breath, causing Damon to groan and clutch his forehead before the spell went away. He glared at Kai, who smirked wider. “Do that, and I will kill you. Capisce?”

Damon frowned, walking away to look for his own parka.

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You were indecisive at the moment- the black one looked more chic, but the white one looked so classy. You looked at Elena, who sat nearby with a bored expression. You held them both up to her, “Which one do you think I should get?”

She sighed, “I don’t know, (Y/N). Can you just hurry up?”

“God…” You rolled your eyes, deciding to go with the white parka instead of the black one. It was easier to get dirty, sure, but hell of a lot cuter. Especially with those dark jeans you would wear… and those white snow boots you spotted in the other section. You hung the black parka where it belonged, grumbling with annoyance, “You’re such a killjoy.”

“It’s not like you’re a breeze to get along with- and I don’t usually get along with people who try to threaten me, so-“

You looked at her with a raised brow as you folded the white parka over your arm, “I did what I had to do, okay? I needed a break- my family needed a break.”

She raised a brow back, crossing her arms, “So Kai’s your family now?”

You let out a soft exhale, not even thinking twice about that fact. You and Kai… you had more than just a connection. More than attraction- you had a bond. A deep and real bond. You shrugged, a hint of a smile on your lips, “Pretty much.”

Elena softened slightly, “Look, I get what you mean. At first, when I was still human- I took a break from all this for a bit.”

You nodded, remembering when she told you about the first break she had with Stefan.

“And we need it sometimes, we really do. And… I understand that you threatened me for a good reason.” She furrowed her brows in confusion, a smile on her face.

You laughed at that, causing Elena to chuckle as well. “I’m… a little sorry about that.”

Elena smiled widely, “You don’t need to be sorry. It’s all fine.”

You smiled back, until a sudden wave of nausea overcame you. You felt confused, swallowing the lump in your dry throat all of a sudden, and shoved the white parka in Elena’s hands. You ran towards the nearest restroom, running to the nearest stall. You couldn’t help it as vomit came out, and the taste of it made your face cringe.

Elena followed you, holding your back and patting your back soothingly, and looking on in confusion. “What’s happening to you?”

You flushed the toilet, gasping as you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand. You shook your head, standing and going to the sink to wash your hand and rinse out your mouth.

Elena gently grasped your shoulder when you were done, “Are you okay?”

You exhaled shakily, “Is it possible for vampires to get food poisoning?”

Elena spoke soft and low, “I’ve been a vampire for about two and half years now, and I’ve never-“

“It isn’t possible.” You murmured at first, then looked at Elena as you grasped her shoulders. “Tell me this isn’t possible.”

She pursed her lips, her eyes saying everything she couldn’t bring herself to say out loud. Then, she nodded with a sudden determination in her eyes. “Only one way to find out.”

You shrieked, throwing the fifth pregnancy test against the bathroom wall with frustration. A woman walked out of the nearby stall, barely glancing at you two with a frightened expression as she washed her hands and scurried out of the store’s restroom.

Elena grasped her forehead, stressing herself out, “There’s no way.”

“Obviously, there is!” You exasperated, grabbing the first four you took and showing them to her in a dramatic way. “They’re all positive, aren’t they?!”

“I mean, this is literally impossible.” She scoffed in disbelief, taking one of them and shaking her head at the positive results.

You scoffed with frustration, “We live in a world where witches, vampires, doppelgängers, wolves, and even hybrids between all those things exist. This is definitely up there on the list as possible…”

“Not to mention the other type of creatures you’ve left out…” She looked away, before looking back at you with a slightly confused expression.

You raised a brow, “What is it?”

“I mean… how much sex have you and Kai been having?” Elena let out a nervous laugh.

Your lips widened with a grin, and you looked away as you tried to wipe it off your face. You shook your head as your cheeks reddened, failing to come up with a good answer, or even estimate.

“I’m guessing it was a lot.” Elena smirked at your pink-tinted cheeks, “Anyhow, you cannot come with us today.”

You frowned, “The hell I can’t.”

“What happens if something goes wrong?” Elena stressed her words, raising her voice, “What happens if Kai and Bonnie fight, and you get hurt in the process? You can’t take that risk- you can’t leave Jacob alone-“

“Don’t you think I know that?!” You snapped, and slightly faltered at Elena’s hurt expression. You clasped your hands together in front of your face, sighing and trying to keep your composure. You looked back up at her as you spoke, “As much as Jacob matters to me, and as much as I am determined to make it back to him… I cannot risk Damon, or Bonnie, or even you leaving Kai there. I can’t let him be abandoned again. Not after everything we’ve built together...” You winced slightly, “Not after everything he’s been through.”

Elena sighed, coming closer and embracing you. You hugged her back, sighing with relief. Hopefully she would understand…

You pulled away, looking at Elena with slightly teary eyes, “Promise me that no matter what happens, you won’t tell him.”

She faltered slightly, “What do you mean?”

“If everything goes right today, I want to be the one to tell him.” You half-smiled, before going back to your serious expression. “But if it doesn’t, and something happens to me… I don’t want that extra weight on his mind.”

“But-“ Her voice slightly broke, but you shook your head.

“Elena.” You spoke sharply, making her stay silent with widened eyes. “You can never tell anyone. Please…” You pleaded with her, “Please do this for me.”

She swallowed, and nodded as she squeezed your hands reassuringly, and walked out of the restroom. You let out a shaky sigh, your hand subconsciously drifting to your abdomen… you couldn’t believe it. A part of you was elated, glad that this was even possible and that you two could practically have a future together. Another part of you was frightened to death. You were still in college, you still had a lot of plans and none of them had ever involved this… but here you were. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity. And as much as you weren’t exactly prepared for a kid to be in your life, you knew Kai would be there a hundred percent of the way for your guys’ child, and you knew that no matter what, you wanted this.

You looked to the mirror, straightening your posture before inhaling sharply and exhaling slowly, and walking out of the store’s restroom.

Your eyes widened to see Elena at her lover’s side, looking at him with a pleading look. Damon looked over with a raised brow, and you felt cold at that knowing look in his eye.

Elena scowled, softly hitting his abdomen. “Promise me, Damon.”

“Fine.” He scoffed, his eyes glancing to your belly before looking at your uneasy expression with a slight smirk. “Your secret is safe with me.”

You nodded with relief, about to thank him before you were interrupted.

“Who’s secret is safe with who?” Kai popped up from behind Damon and Elena, a grin on his face. Jacob followed, wearing an amused expression.

“It’s a secret.” Damon winked at Kai, causing Elena to groan.

Jacob scoffed, “Can I at least know?”

Elena chuckled, “It’s not a secret if everyone knows.

Kai walked over to you with a slight pout, his hand drifting your waist absentmindedly. “Why are you keeping secrets from me?”

You laughed as he pecked your cheek, “It’s more of a surprise, really. I’ll tell you later.”

He grinned again, his eyes smiling as his blue eyes sparkled with delight. “Promise?”

You smirked up at him, “I promise.”

-

You could hear Damon scoff from the living room as you took your time getting ready in the restroom. He shouted, “Uh? Tick tock, woman! How long does it take to change?”

Elena shushed him, and Kai spoke up next. “I mean, she doesn’t take that long-“

You exited the restroom, your black skinny jeans, white boots, and white parka complimenting each other as you let your hair down. You also put on a little bit of makeup, because why not? You gave Damon a raised brow and gestured to your appearance, “You think all this magic just happens?”

Kai grinned, his winter outfit, slightly messy hair, and beard making him look scrumptious, “Looks like magic to me.”

Damon and Jacob groaned simultaneously, while Elena grinned. You blushed, smiling widely and walking into Kai’s arms as he hugged you close to him and he pecked your forehead. You looked at Jacob and sighed, “I’ll be back, okay?”

Jacob nodded, getting up and giving you a hug. “Be safe.”

“I will.” He squeezed you close, and patted your shoulder as he sat onto your guys’ couch. Damon rolled his eyes.

“Okay. Let’s get this prison world train going.” The old vampire went to open the door, letting Elena pass before he went. Kai caught the door before it closed, holding it open for you as well. You waved goodbye to Jacob through the door, and followed Damon and Elena to Damon’s car.

Elena held open the passenger seat, and you climbed in happily with Kai in tow. He grunted as he sat next to you, shifting into a comfortable position with his arm around you. You leaned into him, enjoying the feel of him against you as you closed your eyes. You woke up pretty early to go to the store for all your clothes, and Kai stayed up late to get the ascendant for the 1903 prison world which of course you waited up for him, so you were a little tired- especially considering the fact you and Kai had a little romp in the shower this morning. Again- you barely had any sleep.

You slipped into a light sleep, feeling yourself sigh as you finally slipped into the pleasing darkness that was sleep. Kai shifted a little, and you moaned with slight annoyance before getting comfortable again.

Damon grunted as he started pulling out of the parking lot, “If I hear kissing, groaning, or any other moan- I will kill you both.”

“Damon,” Elena scolded.

Kai smirked, looking down at your sleeping form. Just looking at you was enough to make him melt inside. He ran his hand through your hair, tucking it behind your ear as you sighed happily in your sleep.

“What?” Damon exasperated, clearly annoyed with your guys’ affection.

Elena shook her head with a laugh, amused at the way Damon was so bothered.

-

“Where are they…” Bonnie grumbled to herself, nervous as hell. Nervous, because she has been planning to kill Kai. And she was a little scared, but of course- who would admit that? Not only that- but she knew Jo could die… but a part of her didn’t care. She wanted Kai gone- or at least abandoned in the prison world like he had abandoned her. Stabbed, and left to die on her own.

As soon as the door opened, she stood. Her nerves were on end, watching them come through the door one by one. Finally, Kai and (Y/N) came through the door.

You barely glanced at Bonnie, clutching Kai’s hand with an intense hold which only made him squeeze back in reassurance. Elena went upstairs for a second, and you wondered briefly why. You weren’t scared of Bonnie, but still were tense around her.

Damon sighed, standing next to Bonnie. “Let’s get this show on the road. Kai, ascendant?”

Kai reluctantly let go of your hand, and went to take the ascendant out of his pocket. He approached Bonnie, conflicted whether to try to be nice or hold the grudge of hurting you again. However conflicted he was, he wasn’t exactly good with poker faces. His face was obviously annoyed and perplexed as he stood there with the ascendant in hand.

Bonnie pulled out a knife, cutting her hand and letting the blood trickle onto the ascendant. Kai huffed, “Damn. Crocodile Dundee called, he wants his knife back.”

You smirked to yourself, you’ve always loved Kai’s snarky comments.

“You know, he’s no longer a thing, and neither is that joke.” Bonnie quipped back, sheathing her hunting knife.

Kai raised a brow and let out a slight hiss, “Ouch.”

Elena huffed, coming back with a parka of her own and standing next to Bonnie. “Is this acceptable attire by 1903 standards?”

You shrugged, about to speak up when Damon interrupted, “Whoa, who said you’re coming?”

“To meet the woman who gave birth to the two epic loves of my life? Me.”

You grinned, “Plus I’m going, so it isn’t fair not to let Elena, out of all people, go.”

Damon scoffed, looking at Kai and Bonnie. “Isn’t there a limit?”

Bonnie rolled her eyes, “Right, which is why there’s two of us. So shall we?”

“Fine. Let’s go get Mom.” Damon huffed, and Elena grasped Bonnie’s shoulder while holding Damon’s. In turn, you grasped Kai’s shoulder and smiled encouragingly when he glanced at you with a somewhat worried expression.

“Sangiema meam et nos mundo carcerema.” Kai chanted, and you couldn’t help but look at him in awe with the way he spoke. He really was a powerful witch. “Sangiema meam et nos mundo carcerema.”

A bright light flashed, changing your surroundings while you were blinded- and before you knew it, you could feel the snow falling onto your hair and cheeks. You let out an amazed laugh, looking around to see you were in a snowy Mystic Falls, but in the woods. This was really amazing, and for a second- you forgot how gruesome real life magic was- and remembered how magical and awe-inspiring it was. Kai grinned at your reaction as you looked up at the snow falling.

“Well, isn’t this a picturesque slice of hell?” Damon spoke, and Bonnie let out a small sigh.

“You guys go ahead. Kai and I will start the locator spell on the ascendant.”

Elena frowned in confusion, “But Kai just has the ascendant. Why do we have to find another one?”

Kai shrugged, “The ascendant can’t travel between worlds, which means we gotta find its mirror image here in 1903.”

“Page 10 on the world-jumping rule-book. Shall we?” Damon went to walk away, not even looking back as Elena stayed behind hesitantly.

Kai wandered away, his head tilting up to stick his tongue out at the snowflakes. You smiled at his childish antics, and Elena pulled you and Bonnie aside.

“I don’t… I don’t want to leave you guys alone with him.”

You felt confused at Elena, wondering why she was so concerned when she knew how much Kai cared about you, “Elena, we’ll be fine.”

“He’s good now, remember? New leaf.” Bonnie stated, making you frown in further confusion. Bonnie wasn’t one to believe in Kai so easily.

“It’s-It’s not that.” Elena stammered, “I just…” She sighed, defeated. “Just play nice, the both of you.”

She turned, following after Damon as you and Bonnie exchanged a look of suspicion towards one another.

“New leaf.” You both turned to see Kai approaching you both, his head cocked to the side as he analyzed Bonnie. “You believe me.”

“Hell no.” Bonnie’s voice rang out with an edge, and you bristled with annoyance. “But Damon and Elena need to meet his mom alone. So shut up and help me find the ascendant.”

Bonnie held out her hand, and Kai sighed as he took off a glove and pricked his finger. As he let the blood sleep onto the other witch’s hand, he sighed somewhat awkwardly before speaking up, “You have really nice palms.”

You looked at him with a raised brow, both confused and annoyed. Kai shrugged with an awkward smile, and Bonnie scoffed under her breath.

“Phasmatos Tribum, Nas Ex Veras, Sequitas Sanguinem.”

Kai stayed quiet as she changed, before blurting words out. “I really have changed, you know?”

Bonnie ignored him, continuing to chant. You placed a hand on his arm, rubbing your thumb back and forth. Kai looked at you, and grabbed your other hand, placing it on his cheek for comfort as he closed his eyes. You placed your other hand on his other cheek, and leaned forward to rest your forehead against his. “I believe you.”

Your voice was barely above a whisper, but when he heard it- he believed it. God, he loved you. He loved the way you loved him. He leaned into your hand, softly pressing his lips against your wrist with a gentle peck.

“I think I’m gonna be sick.” You both turned to see Bonnie’s disgusted expression, and Kai rolled his eyes as Bonnie walked past you both. “The ascendant is this way.”

As Bonnie walked away, Kai quickly and discreetly gave you a peck on the lips. You smiled, kissing him back before he took your hand and started to follow Bonnie through the woods.

After a couple minutes, Bonnie spoke up. “The spell feels stronger. The ascendant must be around here somewhere.”

Kai scoffed, “Why would the ascendant be here?”

Bonnie turned and frowned at him, “I don’t know. I didn’t put it here.”

Kai rolled his eyes, letting go of your hand and looking around the snow. You did the same, walking a couple paces away to look for the ascendant.

“If you don’t think I’m capable of change, why spend an entire day with me? Why bring me out in the middle of nowhere?”

You hummed in thought, wondering about what Kai was saying as you glanced around the snow for the ascendant.

“I mean… I could gut you all over again. Your friends would never even hear you scream.”

Bonnie sighed, “Because maybe you’re right. Maybe, deep down, there’s a part of me that believes there’s a sliver of good in you.”

“And you’d be right!” Kai laughed, almost disbelievingly. “Looking, looking, and… nope, they didn’t hide the ascendant in a pile of snow over here or over-“

You groaned, feeling a sharp pain as a stake went into your throat. You keeled over, grasping for it desperately. You looked behind you, seeing Bonnie raise a brow behind Kai, and you realized she must’ve thrown it with her magic.

Kai looked over, confused before sharply gasping as he was stabbed in the back by Bonnie’s large hunting knife. He fell onto the floor, attempting to crawl away when Bonnie stabbed his thigh from behind.

“Bonnie!” You heard Kai groan, and the drive to help overpowered.

You grunted, taking the stake out of your throat. You gasped, being able to breathe once more. You looked over, seeing Bonnie’s back to you as she leaned over Kai with her knife in hand.

“What are you doing?!” You screamed, making her glare back at you.

“Gaining his trust, and then stabbing him in the back? Sound familiar?!” She turned back to Kai, and your boyfriend winced in pain.

“Please, don’t, Bonnie-”

“Don’t what? Don’t-Don’t leave you here? All alone?!” She shouted, justifiably enraged. “Don’t abandon you and make you feel hopeless?!”

“Please, Bonnie! He’s changed-” You interceded.

“I have! Bonnie, please, please believe me. I’ve changed.” Kai whimpered, desperately.

“And I have to.” Bonnie spoke, her voice unwavering as she raised the knife above Kai.

You used her focus on him to speed towards her, pushing her and yourself yards away from where Kai lay on the ground. You stood using your super-speed about a foot away from Bonnie, seeing her get up with her knife, and she was suddenly charging towards you now. You held your hands out, “Wait, Bonnie! Wait!”

Bonnie didn’t stop, gritting her teeth as she used her other to cast a spell. You were suddenly immobilized, and you had to spit it out. You had to tell her.

“Bonnie, don’t! Please, I’m pregnant!”

Silence. She stopped midway, panting and looking at you in disbelief. You let out a grunt of relief, her magic releasing you now. She shook her head, “That’s-That’s not possible.”

“Bonnie…” You started, and she suddenly placed her hand on your stomach. The words died in your throat, and you looked at her confused while she closed her eyes in concentration. She gasped, eyes widened and looked at you with an unfathomable expression.

She backed away, dropping her knife with widened eyes. “You… How… You and Kai… pregnant.”

“Bonnie, he’s the father of my child, and the man I’m in love with.” You let out, somewhat disbelieving the words that came out of your own mouth. Despite that, you continued. “I know he’s hurt you, I know he’s manipulated you. I know-”

“What do you know of what I’ve been through?! What do you know of what HE put me through?!”

“Because not too long ago, he did the same to me!” You shrieked, suddenly feeling emotional when you recalled the incident with Elena. “When we kidnapped Elena, he made me bleed… he siphoned her almost to the point of desiccation. And she was hungry- and she chased me-”

Bonnie furrowed her brows with a shake of her head, “That’s literally horrible.”

“And then I ended up being killed… by you.” You finished, scoffing with humor at the whole situation. “As horrible as all of it was, here I am. With Kai, with his baby in my stomach, and begging for your forgiveness.”

“I’m not going to forgive him, (Y/N)-”

“Not for him. For me, Bonnie.” You let out another laugh, a stray tear releasing from your left eye from all the emotions you’re going through. “I don’t want this. I don’t want these fights. I want a normal life. As normal as I can get with a siphon boyfriend and a werewolf brother…”

Bonnie bit her bottom lip, suddenly perplexed with the whole situation.

“And as much as you hate Kai… Just… Please, don’t kill him. When we leave here, we’ll move away and you’ll never have to see us ever again. If that’s what it’ll take, I genuinely don’t care… Just, please, forgive me. And if not, the very least you can do is let my child have a father.”

Bonnie shook her head, turning away from you.

“Bonnie, I’m sorry. For everything that he and I have put you through, I am genuinely so sorry. I really am. I never meant to hurt you.” You sighed heavily, “I understand if you don’t accept my apology, or don’t forgive me. I get it. But I can’t let you kill Kai. I won’t.”

Bonnie huffed, turning to face you with a guilty expression. She spoke swiftly, “I never want to see either of you again.”

You let out an exhale of relief, watching Bonnie walk in the opposite direction of where she had been leading you and Kai. Oh my god, Kai!

You sped over to where you could hear his groans, and knelt by his grunting form.

“Oh my god. Oh my god, Kai.” You gasped at the sight of the blood pooling around his thigh, and could feel yourself start to panic as Kai looked at you with a desperate and pained look. All the blood, it was… you could feel your face transform at the smell of it. Your heart was beating, but his was beating louder- and you were suddenly so hungry.

“(Y/N)-” Kai’s hand grasped your thigh, and you suddenly focused back into reality.

“It’s okay. You’re gonna be okay.” You bit your wrist roughly, barely even wincing at the pain. You grasped the back of Kai’s neck, helping him lean upwards and pressed your wrist against his mouth. He drank your blood greedily, and you breathed deeply, in and out, desperately trying to curb your appetite. It wasn’t like you were starving- you had dranken blood just this morning after the morning sickness incident with Elena. You were okay, you were okay…

Kai groaned into you, brows furrowed as he drank for only seconds more before pulling away. He gasped, sitting up and hissing in discomfort as his wounds started to heal. “Agh… God, that hurts like a bitch.”

You rubbed his back soothingly, still kneeling next to his sitting position, staying silent as he struggled to keep his breathing under control. He leaned his head onto your chest suddenly, and you were a little startled when he was silent, but you didn’t mind. You ran your hand through his hair, softly raking your nails against his scalp in the way Kai loved. Both of you stayed there for god knows how long in the snow, and you were brought out of your silence when Kai shivered. You gently grasped his head, moving him from your chest, and looked at his face.

He had a pensive expression, still silent and refraining from glancing at you. You purse your lips in slight annoyance, but merely let out a sigh as you gently grasped his face in your palms. “Kai… Are you okay? Are you cold? How can I help?”

“You…” The words died on his lips, but then his face went from pensive, to forlorn, to determined. “You need to leave.”

You stilled, and slightly shook your head with confusion. “What… What are you talking about?”

“Don’t you get it?” Kai suddenly pulled away from your grasp, standing and raising his voice as he spoke. “As long as I live, people will want to kill me.”

You stood, furrowing your eyebrows as he continued.

“We can’t just have a life together.”

You frowned, “Why… Why not?”

“Did you not just hear me?” He spoke harshly, his face angry and glaring. You tensed, your heart beating rapidly in your chest. “People will want to kill me- to hurt me.”

“And what about it?” You scoffed, “I don’t see how that should stop us from being together.”

“To hurt you, to hurt Jacob, is to hurt me, (Y/N)! Bonnie could’ve killed you!”

“Who cares?! That doesn’t mean we-”

“That’s exactly what it means! I have a whole coven of enemies! I have a whole family of them!”

“So?! That doesn’t matter as long as we’re together!” You could feel yourself start to get emotional, and you hated how you couldn’t control them. “As long as we’re together, we can protect each other! I’m not some fragile little-”

“I don’t care what you are, (Y/N)! I want you to leave!” He yelled sharply, making you still as he grit his teeth. “Now.”

You shook your head, “No.”

“Leave.” His voice spoke gravely, and you could feel your eyes start to tear up. You shook your head again.

“No.” You glared at him, huffing in annoyance when your voice broke. “No! I’m not going to leave you-”

“Leave, or so help me I will-”

“What?! What are you gonna do, Kai?” You stood closer, feeling your chest swell with unease and fear. Not of him, but at the loss of him. You… Kai was a part of you. You couldn’t… no.

“You’ll just stay if I do, won’t you?”

“Hell yeah I will.” You were more determined than him, more stubborn. Who did he think he was to be a martyr, out of all the times to be one? He chose when you were pregnant? This idiotic… little… hot bastard.

He stayed silent, looking away from you and at the floor as his breath hitched. You swallowed, clenching your jaw, and balling your hands into fists. What could he do?

“It’s over.” You looked up at him in alarm, his eyes dead serious as they stared down at you. You shook your head, feeling anger rise as he swallowed and nodded, confirming his own words. “I don’t want to be with you. I don’t want to be near you, near Jake, I…”

“Kai, don’t-”

“I’m breaking up with you.” His own voice slightly broke, and you winced involuntarily. The snow never felt colder, and you withheld a sob. “When we get back, we go our own separate ways. Do you understand?”

You nodded, letting out a shaky exhale as he walked past you and back where you guys had come from. The cold pricked your cheeks, pricked your nose… but the emptiness you felt in your chest was far worse. You followed Kai from a couple feet away, walking in awkward silence, and your eyes widened when you heard it.

“Sangiema meam et nos mundo carcerema. Sangiema meam et nos mundo carcerema.”

“Damon! No-!” Elena’s voice cut off with a small crack, and you gasped in realization.

Bonnie had just started chanting. Elena wouldn’t leave you, of course, but Damon wouldn’t let that happen. Why would he?

Kai looked at you when he noticed you stopped in your tracks with your eyes wide as you processed what you just heard. He walked closer, “What is it?”

“Bonnie… She’s leaving us.”

You two exchanged a look before breaking into a sprint through the woods, which of course you kept at his pace, and stopped when you saw them a couple yards away. You shouted, voice weak, “Bonnie, don’t!”

Bonnie raised a brow at you, continuing to chant as an unconscious Elena rested against a standing Damon, who held hands with a woman you could only assume was Lily. How could she? Why would she? She knew only you could catch up, only you could make contact before the spell was done. She wanted you to leave Kai.

There was no time. The spell would be over soon.

You grit your teeth, grabbing onto Kai. Before he could register what you were about to do, you sped with all your might towards the group about to leave. It was like slow-motion.

You pushed Kai with all your strength towards them, a bright light just shining as you did so. Kai’s expression changed as he realized what was happening, his eyes pleading, his mouth open in a gasp as he held his hand out towards you while he himself fell backwards into the group. You jumped, closing your eyes at the blinding bright light as you reached for his hand.

You fell to the floor with a grunt. Only the floor wasn’t wood like you expected; it was snow. As soon as you opened your eyes, the cold breeze of winter seemed all the much clearer especially since you had expected warmth in the Salvatore lodging house. But no, you were still here. You let out the sob you were holding since earlier, looking around the woods as it snowed, hoping and praying you had been knocked out from the world-jump. That this was only a nightmare. Your hand went to the ascendant in front of you, running your fingers across the cold metal. God, please let this be a nightmare.

That wasn’t the case, though. You were in the 1903 prison world.

And you weren’t alone. You heard something behind you, and turned around as something tackled you onto your back. You shrieked, “Ah!”

-

Kai grunted as his back crashed against Damon’s front, and was immediately pushed off. As soon as his hands met the wood floor of the Salvatore house, his eyes widened. He let out a gasp, “No. No, no, no.”

He stood, bewildered and looking at a shocked Bonnie and Lily. “Bonnie! Why would you do that- What-”

Bonnie clenched her jaw, and raised her chin defiantly. “(Y/N) made her choice.”

Kai practically snarled, “We have to go back, Bonnie!”

“When we go for my family, I’m sure you could accompany us.” Lily spoke calmly, and Kai glanced at her with incredulity. He knew that Damon lied to her, of course.

“Bonnie, give me the ascendant. Now.” Kai had never been so enraged in his life. Okay, maybe he had- but nothing ever felt like this. Nothing ever hurt him like this.

Bonnie grit her teeth, “No.”

Kai moved forward, only to have a hand on his chest hold him back. Damon. Kai glared up at the vampire, who only raised a brow.

“So you lost your baby mama- get over it.” Damon spoke as if you didn’t matter. As if you were some side-piece who- how- what did he even mean by that?!

“I. Lost. EVERYTHING!” Kai shouted, his voice full of vigor, the fire in the fireplace blazing wildly as he used his magic to throw Damon against the wall and onto the floor. Lily and Bonnie gasped, and in this moment- Bonnie was reminded of Klaus’ tantrums. Kai glared at the witch who had stabbed him earlier, his rage knowing no bounds. “GIVE ME THE ASCENDANT!”

“You want your ascendant?!” Bonnie screamed, taking the one from this world out of her pocket, “Here it is!”

Kai stepped towards her when she held it up, and threw it onto the floor with all her force. Both Kai and Lily screamed, “NO!”

The ascendant fell to the floor, smashing into a million pieces. Lily sped to it, whimpering to herself as she tried to collect all the pieces. “No, no no-”

“Incendia.” Bonnie spoke, lighting it on fire with a smirk. She looked at Kai, satisfied to see his suffering. Maybe it wasn’t justice, but it tasted just as sweet. Lily gasped away from the fire, her eyes tearing up with the loss of her family. Kai’s blue eyes darkened with fury.

Bonnie went to hold her hand out, wanting to fight against Kai, but whimpered when Kai flicked her against the wall only to immobilize her against it. Kai stomped past Lily, approaching Bonnie and grabbing the sides of her head. Bonnie’s eyes widened, realizing that he’d do something just as someone else had done once before. She shook her head, frantic, but powerless. “No, Kai!”

Kai chanted, his brows furrowed and his expression cruel. He didn’t care anymore- he couldn’t. Bonnie gasped, falling to the floor with a sob when Kai pulled away.

Kai huffed, “There. Now you can’t hurt anyone.”

Bonnie shook her head, still sobbing. She couldn’t form the words. Did she feel bad? Yes. Did she feel bad about Kai feeling bad? No. But now- her magic was gone. Kai took it, just like Dr. Martin had all those years again. She felt like a little girl all of a sudden- powerless, and human.

Damon groaned on his side, looking from Bonnie to Kai. “What did you do? Kai? What did you do?”

Kai glanced back at the ascendant, barely even noticing Lily as she glared at Bonnie, and walked towards it. Slowly, he picked up every little piece, no matter how burnt.

“Kai!” Damon stood, enraged at the sight of his best friend’s sobs. “Kai, what did you do?!”

“YOU!” Lily suddenly screamed, lunging for Bonnie.

Damon cursed, speeding to stop his mom. As Damon and his mom argued over Bonnie, Kai silently walked out of the Salvatore house with all the burnt ascendant pieces. Kai didn’t care how long it would take. Kai would fix it- and Kai would get you back.

No matter what.

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Well, that's all folks. I will continue this series in another work of fiction, starting right from where we left off after a short break. So it's like, gonna be about ten chapters, but be a different name... basically a sequel. Truth be told, I procrastinated so hard on this chapter because the angst was killing me. Oh, what a long time it's been. Anywho- see you in a week or two to continue this angsty and loving fic!!

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I think we need some comedic fluff in these trying times, so Dio x reader, except reader is literally physically incapable of dying. She can be melted, smashed, mutilated, or even severely burned and walk it off like nothing even happened. She's also incredibly sarcastic and just constantly sasses Dio...She's basically DeadPool. "Do you want to die you impudent little wench?!" "Bold of you to assume I can die. Bitch."

This request was really funny to me, and I hope I wrote it in the way you were hoping! Thank you so much and please enjoy!

Vexing

Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure Part 1: Phantom Blood

Dio Brando x Fem!Reader

Summary: With a great power came a certain amount of arrogance. And that arrogance you possessed tested the patience of your Lord more often than once.

Notes: A bit of fluff

Dio had seen a great number of bizarre things in his life and these things only seemed to increase in numbers after the powers of the Stone Mask had blessed him. From strange abilities to unique personalities, he had seen it all, and in most cases, overpowered all of them. It didn’t take much to dominate over nearly anyone brave enough to confront him, however, Dio always found some of the people and their powers quite fascinating, only for the sake of gaining more possible followers, of course.

With all that being said, you were able to catch the golden-haired vampire’s attention with your powers and he was fortunate to have gotten you to join him, but just like with everything else, there was a price he had to pay. And that price was simply to try and withstand your quite... Interesting personality. You see, thanks to your ability that possessed great regenerative properties, physical death was practically nonexistent to you. The amount of physical body your body could withstand was massive, and Dio was more than impressed, wanting you to join him as soon as possible. When it came to regeneration, he was outclassed by you, something that didn’t happen often as no one else came close to rivaling his powers. 

However, the current situation was... conflicting for the Lord. While he was fortunate to have you on his side in his fight against Jonathan, he sometimes wondered if he was better off not hearing your constant and sometimes highly obnoxious remarks about your powers, that to him, you took far too much pride in. Dio had always had a short temper. It was a weakness he knew far too well and this weakness was testing his patience more than ever as soon as you had stepped into his castle. Under normal circumstances, he would have disposed of anyone who dared so rudely to vex him, however that possibility was out of his reach. Furthermore, for some reason, he found himself growing fond of you, despite your highly irritating nature. On top of that, you found it quite amusing when your Lord was clearly frustrated with you. You would never anger him past a certain point, but the sheer sight of him angrily, yet somewhat childishly glaring at your smirking form amused you greatly.

~

Dio walked in the hallways of his lair that was surrounded by the darkness provided by a yet another night, heading towards the loud sound that had pierced his rather sharp ears moments ago. The noise was unexpected and sudden, as if something heavy had fallen on the harsh stone floor in one of the many rooms. Though there was no need for concern, the blond thought it best to investigate the cause of this precipitous commotion.

Once he opened the door to the room and saw you sitting on the floor with your hand under a piece of rubble that had fallen from the wall of the sturdy, but quite old castle, the vampire raised his brow and silently watched as you tried to pry your hand free from its prison, no expressions of pain apparent on your face.

“Oh, hello, Lord Dio. So kind of you to come here and help, I really appreciate it,” You say once you turn your head to him, your voice feigning gratitude and kindness, as you stare at him with a slight smirk as you finally free your now mangled hand from under the heavy stone, leaving a trail of fresh blood behind it, one that the Lord could very clearly smell. “However...” Your eyes glance at your bloody and crushed hand, that would have left anyone else screaming in agony, slowly watching it as it heals before your very eyes.

“Did you perhaps forget that this kind of damage has no effect on me? Not that I blame you, by any means. Frankly, I sometimes forget it myself too.” You slowly move your fingers to make sure everything is intact again and return your (E/C) eyes to the man before you, that smirk of yours never fading from your lips.

Dio scoffs, and crosses his arms, his sharp amber eyes looking at you, their threatening flames having little to no effect on you. One could say that you were quite used to his burning gaze. “Your arrogance is quite vexing, (Name). Are you perhaps in a hurry to die?” His voice is as intimidating and threatening as ever, the tone he often uses in order to evoke utter fear and terror in his unfortunate victims. The threat he almost unwittingly lets out, despite knowing full well how you are going to react to it, hangs in the air for a few moments before the somewhat grueling silence is broken by your response Dio knew he was getting from the moment his words instinctively left his mouth:

“You know, I would love to know how dying felt like,” You say as you finally stand up and take a few confident steps towards him, that playful and mischievous sparkle in your eyes glowing stronger than ever as you bow before him, the simple action serving as a sign of submission Dio wouldn’t have otherwise minded. “Could you perhaps assist me in granting my little wish? I do recall you being quite strong after all.” Something inside Dio’s hollow insides twitch in increasing frustration at your words which are merely playful in nature and for a brief moment he considers landing a devastating blow on you, which would ultimately result in nothing and he doesn’t want to actually hurt you or lose his temper, hence he decides to hold himself back and instead, turns his back to you, the feelings of annoyance still very much present in him.

“My patience has its limits, my dear. Or did you perhaps forget about that?” A small smile dances on your delicate lips as you walk up to him, placing a considerate hand on his broad shoulder. Dio then feels the familiar sensation of your lips tenderly touching the cold skin of his cheek, the action taking away all the negative energy from his body that was raging inside him like a storm just a moment ago.

“Of course not. But I also know that you wouldn’t hurt me.” Dio raises a curious eyebrow at your words and looks at you, hints of his own playfulness apparent in his amber orbs. “And what makes you think that, (Name)?” Upon noticing the slight change in the tone of his voice, you lightly giggle at him and walk in front of him, placing your hands on his shoulders.

“Well firstly, you simply wouldn’t be able to. And secondly-,” Your lips somewhat suddenly meet his in a quick kiss that admittedly makes Dio feel a certain sensation of warmth he hasn’t felt in years.

“Because you love me.”

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Nocturna: Part V [M]

The fragile peace between undead and lycanth is imperilled your arrival to the Inferorum Castrum. Between the changing power dynamics of the wolf pack and the insatiable urges of the vampire king, you aren’t exactly sure where your loyalty lies.

Protagonists: Bang Chan & You | Im Jaebeom & You

Word Count: 5.4k

Genre: NSFW | *SMUT* | Supernatural!au | Vampires | Werewolves | Angst | Romance | Love Triangle

Nocturna Masterlist | HALLOWEEN

Your eyes are shut, brows creased in concentration, sweat pearls on your forehead. All you can hear is the sound of the two wolves’ beating hearts behind you; the bird yelling at the squirrel in the sycamore tree; someone rummaging in the Castrum’s kitchen; and…

You tilt your head, focusing. Unfortunately, right when you’re about to get it the Beta behind breaks the moment. 

“Come on…” Minho scoffs, irritated. “Louder Yeji, I’m dying over here!” 

On the other side of the Castrum ground, several miles away, a crystal high-pitched giggle echoes. One that you hear perfectly. You must actively fight your urge to run over and murder the younger wolf. You aren’t sure why, but it’s inherent, you simply cannot stand the girl.

“Is she even saying something?” You glare at Minho, and his eyes narrow in dislike at your animosity. His rank is way above yours, for now at least, and he’s been tolerant so far since you’re acclimating. It doesn’t mean he’ll always let your rudeness slide, you know that.

“Yes,” Youngjae assures, sitting on a wood bench with an open illustrated book on his knees, “again. What is Yeji saying?” 

“Do you even need me?” Minho whines, “We’ve been at it for hours!”

“I didn’t ask you to come.” The Delta points out, flipping a page. Minho pouts, craving being elsewhere, anywhere. He despises you and the feeling is very mutual.

You aren’t dumb, you know why they’re all training with you today, it’s not because they enjoy your company. It’s obviously Chan who asked them to keep an eye on you. You haven’t spoken to each other since that day he fought with the Omegas, but he’s still your mate, and somehow he cares. The following morning you woke up to find out he and Jackson had left for a ‘mission’ somewhere. Chan didn’t even bother saying goodbye. He either hates you now or believes you wouldn’t even have seen him. You might have… You’ve been feeling especially shitty since that day. There's a knot in your stomach, and you know it isn't about your bond. It's him. Even if you are rightfully angry, your old friend is the only thing that feels like home here. That’s why you’re trying to take your training more seriously these days, you need to belong. You are doing your best... But that Beta and that Epsilon are getting on your nerves, always laughing when you’re messing up! Earlier, you couldn’t distinguish colours on brightly lit targets, and they had a field trip mocking you.

Honestly, out of your five senses, your view has changed the most since the bite. It has decreased dramatically in the daylight, so you’re having trouble with colours, but you can see in perfect darkness. Also, your field of vision is way broader than it used to be. Even with Minho and Youngjae standing in your back, you can see them clearly.

“Yeji, focus.” Youngjae orders, not even raising his gaze from his book. “No, not louder, she needs to learn.” 

“But she’s so damn slow.” Yeji whines, 3 miles away. “It’s tragic Chan’s stuck with her. I can’t understand what he see-”

“Watch it, glob of snot!” Your lips stretch to uncover your teeth and a weird sound births at the back of your throat.

Behind, Minho’s mouth falls open. “The pup's hearing seems fine after all, she’s just very selective about it.” 

“Good.” This time, the kind Delta stands to join you. “After tomorrow night, you’ll be able to hear that from double the distance!” Youngjae playfully hits you with his book, and your cheeks warm. You feel weirdly proud, gratified to have managed to do this little.

“Will he be...” His brows raise and you stop, looking down at the tip of your boots in the grass, too embarrassed.

“The whole pack always goes out as one, once a month.” Minho replies with a smirk, amused you’re acting coy. “I would actually be excited for your First Full Moon if Chan wasn’t there to damage control.”

“Why?” You frown, unsure if a first transformation is anything special to watch. You’ve heard about the pain of the first turn, but not much after their ‘it feels amazing�� usual speech. You are genuinely curious.

“I’d love to watch you go berserk.” Minho snarls sarcastically, making Youngjae close both eyes disheartened. “Given your considerate nature, I bet you'd obliterate an entire villa-”

“I’d obliterate you first, wimp!” Vexed, you jump forward until you’re almost against the Beta's chest. You thought he was giving you advice or some sensitive information at last. Turns out he was just pushing your buttons once more. Every werewolf has been irritated and sensitive today. Anyway, ever since the bite, you’ve been continuously picking up fights.

“Try me.” The triggered older wolf uncovers his canines, holding your glare. He’s threatening without the need of a growl, Minho is still one of the pack’s warriors. 

“In its own time.” Youngjae stretches an arm to pull him back, not the least frightened bt the animosity between you two. 

“Yeah, challenge me soon, puppy.” The cocky Beta steps away, his weird dire smile still plastered on. “Let’s see you go at it. An Alpha is only as strong as his Lead Huntress after all.” 

“Jackson doesn’t have one, but you still run around with your tail between your legs whenever he barks!”

“Careful or you’ll never even make it to your First Moon, bitch!” Minho’s jaw snaps, and you snort, remaining unimpressed. There it is; that word again. “And we do have a Lead Huntress, trust me. You’re nothing compared to her.”

Youngjae steps between you two once more for the confrontation to end. You notice others have already started gathering at the entrance of the castle and on the outskirts of the wood. All lycanth really seem to love a good clash. You don’t even ponder on Minho’s cryptic words about the Alpha, you’re too mad to focus. Perhaps it’s real, maybe your level of irritation and hostility has more to do with the imminent Full Moon than any of your real frustrations. 

“The sun is setting.” Youngjae points out blankly right as Sana jogs up to you. “You should make it back to your room, y/n. You’ll need a lot of sleep. Tomorrow’s a pretty big day.”

Agreeing, you leave and no wolf makes a sound as you walk by. You still see the glimmer in their gaze though. Something like elation. No one approved of you the first week, but now they’re curious. They wonder about you picking fights with both Chan and Minho. Will you be a courageous and fierce Lead Huntress? Or are you simply as dumb as a post for continuously angering two of their most dangerous Betas?

The pack doesn’t know yet, but this whole mess is bound to get interesting. 

You don’t see anyone in the East Wing on your way to your room. As soon as you enter, you begin to wash off the traces of your long training day. Exhausted, you nearly miss the soft thumping on your door when someone knocks. Fighting back your smile, you hurry to change your dark shirt-gown for a clean nightgown. No doubt that this is Chan finally coming back and... For some reason, it is a relief. You’re oddly excited to tell him all about your progress. Unfortunately, one thing is sure as you open the door, that visitor is nothing like who you were expecting.

The newcomer is wearing all-black, special silky clothes, he’s one with the obscurity. Even with your perfect night vision, you can hardly distinguish his silhouette. There’s a mask from the same fabric covering up his entire face except for his sanguine eyes. No wonder you haven't heard him coming by, no wolf would be as quiet in their own quarters. Your mouth opens in shock as the undead gazes up and down at you. He’s lean and short, barely as tall as you. The first time you faced a vampire you were too human to notice, but this time it hits you hard; his scent of death.

“Y/n?” He inquires, voice as uninterested as it gets. Before you can decide if you should scream or reply, the ominous intruder tilts his head, perceivably. “It stinks of him in here, so I guess you're her.” His eyes skim over your body once more, severe. “The king has called upon you.”

“E-Excuse me?” 

“The vampire king.” He repeats, accentuating every syllable like you’re dumb. “Now.” 

“What if I don’t go?”

You cross your arms over your chest defiantly. Jaebeom has ignored you for days, what can he possibly have to say to you? You’re changing tomorrow, you don’t have to be at his beck and call, your deal was a one-time thing. You’ve moved on. The vampire snorts at your reply, apparently entertained. 

In an instant, you’re gagged and thrown over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He’s indifferent as you struggle, kicking and biting. Without having turned and reached your full potential yet, you’re no match for his strength. Your captor moves fast, it takes him under a minute to cross the entire Castrum. It’s evident he isn’t taking you to the West living quarters you've been to before. Right before these stairs, he forks in a secret passageway, entering a dark corridor you are unfamiliar with. When he finally stops, you’re buried under the castle, so deep within, that you can’t even hear what’s going on upstairs anymore. If you were to cry or yell, you bet no wolf would hear. You're not entirely sure they'd come to your rescue anyway... The vampire tosses you on your feet, taking out the cloth he shoved in your mouth. As you're coughing for air, he knocks on a door that opens instantly.

“Mark,” Jaebeom’s eyes go from you to his scion, "Were you seen?" You haven’t looked at him yet, too busy glaring and growling at the second rude vampire. Mark. No wonder your fellow wolves don’t like them if they all act like such entitled assholes.

“It was boring and too easy. Even a newborn would've been able to get her, you didn't need a Shadow, Jeonha.” Mark’s words drip self-importance, making your skin crawl. Speaking, he pulls down his mask, revealing his diaphanous features. He is just as inhumanly perfect as the other undead you've seen so far. "Although, I think I vexed your pet..."

It takes you half a second to realize he's talking about you.

“I’m not his, you filthy leech!” 

“Oi, are you gonna bite me!?” The bloodsucker laughs, reaching to poke the middle of your forehead. You must be a fast learner because your current warning growl has nothing to do with how you were begging for your life when you first met one of them. If you don’t notice the slight change, Jaebeom certainly does. “Bad pooch.” Ok. That asshole is just straight-up asking to be gutted.

“Just wait a few days...” Your eyes reflect the torches, casting a supernatural light on the scene. “I’ll add your name to my list of priorities, Mark.” His smile turns to a thin line.

“Leave us,” done, the king dismisses his minion, "discreetly." Though he’s obviously annoyed, Mark obeys, hissing as he slowly walks back the narrow passageway. You don’t stop holding his glare until he’s gone. “What was that,” Jaebeom presses once you are alone, highly annoyed, “are the moon mood swings really that bad?”

“Perhaps I just hate being treated like a possession.” When you turn to face the king, he has already disappeared into a close dim-lit room. You ponder on whether to go back upstairs or follow, hesitating. In the end, you’re too intrigued to do what’s best and you enter, though keeping your guard up. 

You haven’t seen Jaebeom since your first and last night, and you had forgotten how beautiful he is up close. From his pellucid skin to his bloody dead irides. You feel a betraying shiver run down your back, remembering how his body felt all over yours. If you thought you could face him without any second thoughts, you were wrong. The hypnotic power he seemed to have on you hasn’t wavered the slightest. You could still run, but curiosity anchors you down.

When you enter, the vampire king is standing in the middle of this tiny darkroom, ominous. There’s a chair and a twin size bed in a corner as only furniture, and it smells of mould. Obviously, this isn’t his usual hang out spot. This is a misery chamber, you expected a secret office or something. This is closer to a dungeon than... Oh, turning to take another look at the door again, you notice the large silvery bars on a square framed window. 

“What is this place?” Feeling stuffy and trapped all of a sudden, you take a step back.

“My dungeon, a secluded place. I thought it better to talk privately.” Jaebeom replies swiftly, like forcing you down here is perfectly mundane. His motives remain unclear, but you get what he means; walls here don't have ears. You already noted that. “We used it during the war, but I doubt Jackson remembers his old room and my leniency. If he did, that flea-bag wouldn’t go around doing as he pleases half as much.”

“He's my Alpha now, careful.” You cross your arms over your chest and he raises a brow. 

“Forgive me,” Jaebeom apologizes, overly sarcastic, “I thought you only had his tail-wagger’ back.” 

“Chan is a legacy Alpha,” you’re defensive at his evident disdain. “Won’t be tail-waggin’ forever.”

“Why do you care?!” Jaebeom snaps harshly, and his aggressive tone makes you flinch, “Defending him? Last I heard, you hated the dog for what he did to you!”

After that, you remain silent, too stunned. He is right, and you are still angry at Chan for taking your humanity. It’s just that… You've always cared deeply for him, and now whatever is said about him reflects on you. You’ve been inextricably linked since he marked you. It’s not something you can explain with words to an outsider. You just… Feel it in your bones. Jaebeom sighs, turning to press his open palms to one of the stone walls. “When you’re as old as me, you start to forget past enemies. I’ve seen a lot of werewolves go by, I never thought I should care about their bastards.” When you don't bite, the king presses you again: “I hadn’t made a mistake like that in many centuries.”

“A mistake like me,” you breathe out hollowly, starting to piece things together. 

“Yes...” He shakes his head, still facing the wall. “I messed up by intervening in the woods. I single-handedly jeopardized the status of the peace treaty for you. Jinyoung formally castigated me in front of the Council.” The vampire from that night? You frown, vaguely remembering his cool demeanour throughout the confrontation with the Alpha. “I was sent away during the arraignments. I’ll be officially sanctioned tomorrow, I had never received blame from my Court before you. Not it over a thousand years of reign.”

He says it like this mess is all your fault. “Maybe you shouldn’t be talking to me, then.” You try not to sound affected. Despite you, his words hurt... And you really don’t want to wonder about why right now.

“I wanted to apologize,” Jaebeom blurts out fatally, turning to hold your gaze. “I wasn’t able to bring you home. I couldn't stay true to my word, and keep you safe.” 

“Consider yourself freed from our deal, Jeonha.” 

You need to leave now.

Before you’re overwhelmed before you feel like crying for everything you’ve lost. It’s not like the vampire could have changed anything anyway, or if he could have honoured that deal in the first place anyway. Apparently, a choice was made for you long before that dreadful day you were marked. When you reach for the exit, Jaebeom’s steel grip wraps around your wrists, holding you still. It was the worst idea coming in, perhaps he won’t let you leave. This was a dungeon for a wolf, and no one knows you're here. 

“There’s another thing too.” He whispers, awfully closer. There’s the almost familiar coldness of his body on your back, and your heartbeat quickens, betraying. His effect is undeniable, his magnetism paralyzing. “I don’t care about what my Court said. I still wanted to see you.” His nose brushes your hair, and you know it’s making its way down to your neck. You’ve been there before, only this time, you are sure he won’t kill you. “You smell the same, you’re still more human than wolf.” 

Jaebeom says this like it’s a compliment, and you shut your eyes. “So what?”

He presses his stone chest to your back, unbothered by your harsh tone. “My Shadow heard you ask about me… And I tried to neglect it, but I still have this…” He pauses then, and despite everything, the memory of your shared night haunts you. “... Craving.” 

Blood, you realize. This is not about you at all. Defeated, you pull your hair aside to fully expose the little bit of collarbone your nightgown isn’t covering. He can do whatever, you won’t fight him this time, don't care if it hurts. Then he’ll probably let you go. Jaebeom lets his index run down your spine, and you clench your teeth, expecting his bite any moment.

“After you turn-.”

“I know.” You cut in sharply, eager to get this over with. His arm slides around your waist. “You hate dogs.” The vampire presses his lips on your neck, not on the same spot as last time. Again, instead of biting, he breathes you in, mouth wandering. This isn’t what you want, you shouldn’t do this. “Drink.” Frozen still, you don’t bother trying to sound like yourself.

“No,” Jaebeom hushes in your ear, absolutely shameless, “like last time.”

“I don’t want to,” you state, authoritative. The idea of betraying Chan like this makes your stomach turn. Even if you are angry, he’s still your friend and your… That. Then, there’s the rest of the pack too, and what they said about wolves with vampires. What Minho called you earlier.

“Is that so?” Jaebeom snorts, hand reaching to cup your sex over your nightgown. You catch a breath as he hums, satisfied by your reaction. “I can smell you.” Shit. You’re screwed. Already, your body is betraying you, and you press closer to his palm, craving friction. His hand doesn’t oblige though. Instead, he takes it back, letting it wander up until it finds the strings tying the collar of your long gown. You think he’ll open it, but he surprises you by spinning you in his arms. His grip closes on your wrists, holding them up. “You wear his clothes, but his scent isn't on you.” 

You don’t need Jaebeom to say his name. “He comes back tomorrow.”

Something in his gaze darkens like you’ve made a mistake: “I know, I approve every dogs’ outing. Mark was right, he shouldn’t have made it so easy.” Smirking, Jaebeom releases you, apparently very amused by something. “Now that I know who you are for Jackson’s successor… I want you even more.”

‘W-What?” You don’t move, don’t even blink when his fingers slide up the interior of your thigh. This time, it’s skin to skin, under your loose clothing. He stops centimetres away from where your legs meet. “We can’t… My pack-”

Lowering himself to press a kiss on your lips, Jaebeom interrupts your protests. He doesn’t give you an answer, but you forget about everything as soon as his mouth opens yours. Your mind numbs. You forget you’re angry, forget the pack and everything about who the creature kissing you is. Even Chan is eclipsed from your thoughts for the first time in days. Jaebeom pulls back after a while, one hand to the wall and the other frozen still on your thigh.

“New deal,” he announces, voice-controlled. He’s doing way better than you. You're panting, hanging on his every word with apprehension. He's like a drug, clogging up your brain and stealing away your better judgement. “You owe me since I got into trouble trying to help you.”

“How should I repay you?” You ask in a trance. You sound more innocent than you truly are. It’s obvious what he wants, of course you know. You can feel him already hardening against you. Right now, you want him too. You don’t care about anything else.

“I forgot I have to show you everything, tidbit.” Jaebeom smiles, ruby eyes creasing. “Don’t move.” It’s not like you were planning on going anywhere anymore. You’re already too turned on to know what’s best. Sensing you’re obeying, Jaebeom kneels on the ground before you to roll up your gown. “See?” He looks up, pushing your feet apart with his knees. You seem to have learned from your first time because you don’t move to cover your sex. Jaebeom licks his lips, gaze roaming your exposed body hungrily. “I knew you were wet...”

His cold hands grip your knees to spread you and you lean back against the stone wall, weak. He hums, nose brushing your inner thighs. The vampire king kisses them one by one, making sure not to leave an inch of soft sensitive skin untouched as he climbs. If he claimed you were wet before, it was nothing. This time you know what to expect from him and you’re shivering from anticipation. Your folds are already swollen and glistening when he finally reaches his goal. Jaebeom doesn’t lose any time, icy tongue sliding up your slit once, then twice. You grip his shoulders to remain still and he lets out a hollow chuckle, entertained. His mouth works wonder, it’s even better standing like that above him. You pant, hips rocking on his face despite yourself. You don’t have any self-control whatsoever. You aren’t sure if it’s because of the imminent Full Moon or your exacerbate senses, but everything feels more intense; anger, impatience, and now pleasure, desire… Jaebeom helps himself with a finger, and it’s way more comfortable than last time. You’re so relaxed that he adds another one, pumping them leisurely into you.

Without stopping, he sits back on his heels, raising your right leg on his shoulder. Jaebeom presses kisses in your inner thigh, looking for something that he finds almost too soon. Unlike the other night, there’s no warning or build up before he bites you. His flaming eyes find yours when his fangs pierce your skin, and you yelp in surprise. Already blood drips, overflowing his mouth. Jaebeom sucks – entranced – he wasn’t too harsh this time. He cannot heal you with vampire blood, not when you’re lycanth. His fingers are still working your core, and the pleasure mixed with the burn is far from unpleasant. Your head hits the wall when you throw it back, pushing for more friction against his hand. He holds you still, sucking harsher on your thigh. His first bite is so shallow that your flow to the wound is already dwindling.

After a moment he gives up, he wants and needs more, but there are plenty of pretty veins on your body. Some are easier to conceal than others though that’s not what he wants at all. Not tonight. Not when you belong to the next Alpha. Jaebeom wants a statement, one that ensures the balance, retribution. The king hates being ridiculed, and they are far worst ways to send a message than this. At least you’re both going to enjoy yourselves tonight. He’ll make sure you get off, just like last time.

You don’t know that of course, but even then, could you have resisted him?

It’s your turn to take the lead when Jaebeom stops drinking from your thigh. You tug at his nape, forcing him up and interrupting his lapping of your wound.  This time, you don’t mind the blood when your mouths meet.

Your new kiss tastes of metal, but it’s delicious.

Wild.

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The East Wing is deserted when you emerge from the depth of the Castrum. It’s to be expected, to limit interactions between species and risk useless frictions, they are many specific rules. Werewolves aren’t allowed outside their sanctuary walls after sunset unless they have special permissions, so they usually limit themselves to their rooms. One night of freedom per month is granted of course; the Full Moon. No similar rule applies to vampires. It might seem unfair, but most can’t stand the sun and normally rest during the day anyway. So, it’s no surprise that you don’t bump into any other lycanth when you enter the common room and climb the stone stairs leading to the living quarters. Everyone is in bed, getting ready for tomorrow’s night hunt and celebrations of your first transformation. 

Still, you are extra careful not to get caught when walking up the corridor, passing dozens of wooden doors along the way. You can hear the soft breathing of the sleeping wolves, but also the cracking pages of a book being read, and the scratching of graphite on paper. You furtively reach the door to your room, opening it and praying the hinges don’t betray you. They don’t. 

Letting out a breath of relief, you enter. You allow yourself to make more noise once you are where you were assumed to be all along. Immediately, you stretch your sore body. Wow. That was something else entirely. You hadn’t realized Jaebeom was being so attentive on your first night. This time he was less considerate, not that you’re complaining. Smiling, you rub your thumb on the bite marks on your left wrist. You have many, you’ll have to conceal all of them tomorrow by wearing something like a long-sleeve linen shirt and pants. 

You are so lost in your thoughts that you don’t notice the mass on your bed at all. It’s when he sits up that you gasp, so shocked you drop the hairbrush you had just picked up on the carpet. It bounces twice before rolling on the stone floor, the faint sounds seemingly resonating throughout the whole wing. Chan looks half-dead, as though he hasn’t slept ever since he last fought with you. 

“Hello,” he says, voice alarmingly placid.

You feel yourself crumble under the weight of his gaze. “You’re back.”

He drops his chin to his chest like a prayer. “I came early since I was worried...” His words hit hard, and you feel the bitter sting of guilt in your chest. Somehow you spent the whole week waiting for his return... Now it’s too late, you messed up. “I missed you,” the wolf-man snorts, rolling his eyes back, “so much. I kept wondering how you were holding up without me. Laughable isn’t I?” When he looks your way again, the bite marks on your body itch like liabilities. “You seem to be doing perfectly fine.”

“Chan,” you breathe out unevenly, heart as heavy as the moon in your chest. Whatever bliss you felt from your escapade with Jaebeom is completely gone. This is why you tried to leave. It feels like you committed high treason. Perhaps you truly did, that's the scariest thought. You should tell him you didn't go to Jaebeom willingly, it just happened. Tell him you hadn’t thought of the king for days. Instead, you let out a series of incoherence; “It’s not… I’m-”

“You smell of death.” He points out, weirdly serene. You both know it means him. “I’m exhausted, y/n. Let’s not fight, let's just go to bed.”

“H-Here?” Your eyes round, staring at him under the covers.

“It’s our den, our bed.” Chan lays down again. “You can sleep elsewhere if you can’t stand me... You seem to have other options.”

Silence settles after that, you walk up to the empty side of the canopy bed, miserable. How could you leave, even if you wanted to? The mattress protests under your weight. Sitting guardedly, you keep an eye on the young man with his back turned on you. Chan doesn’t comment and as you lay over the covers. Your heartbeat is deafening. 

You are so taken aback when he breaks his muteness after over ten minutes, that you wonder if you heard right; “I don’t want us to be like them.” 

“Who?” You ask, turning on your side to face him. 

“Them,” he repeats as though you are supposed to figure it out. He rolls too, but his eyes remain glued to the ceiling.

This whole situation is strangely reminiscent of these nights you talked for hours, both laying on your back, staring at stars. You often went on trips together with a hunting crew from Ianua and other villages. You and Chan used to discuss anything from your childhoods to dumb stuff. Of course, back then, you had no idea he was way older than he looked, perhaps even older than gran. You had no idea he wasn’t human at all. Come to think of it, you wonder how he managed all these trips and why. Was it just to be with you? Does ‘deceive your future mate under the false pretense of friendship’ qualify for outings permissions?

“Them; Jackson and Ryujin.” You stop your breathing altogether when Chan clarifies. Ryujin, as in the queen? Shit. You had forgotten all about her... “Lycanth, we are loyal to a fault, devoted by nature. We…” He glances your way, having at least the decency of being embarrassed by himself. “... Mate for life… With our one partner.” 

But you aren’t listening to him. Your head is spinning, Jackson and Ryujin. What do they have to do with each other? Isn’t she wedded to Jaebeom? Although it’s quite obvious his vows don’t keep him from sleeping with whoever he wants, whenever. 

Any of you take issues of my personal life? The Alpha and Minho’s cryptic words suddenly mean much more. Jackson has a mate, trust me.

“The parasites are nothing like us.” Chan goes on as you piece things together, sounding spiteful. “They take what they covet without hesitation, they use others for their means. They are ruth-”

“I get it.” You interrupt, fighting back your irritation. Ok, now you are done feeling bad for him. No one ever explains things to you clearly in this damn castle. You’re always expected to do what is asked and understand things later on. “You hate vampires.”

“No. You don’t get it, you aren't hearing me y/n.” Chan sighs and the sound is cavernous deep. He turns to you, serious. “Vampires don’t feel like mortals or werewolves. You can’t trust him, no matter how much intimacy you share, it doesn-”

“I understand that you like me, Chan.” You’re careful not to raise your voice when you cut him off again. The last thing you want is this to escalate in another full-on fight. “And I am so sorry you feel that way, but...” You stop yourself, reading the pain on his face.

“It is my business because you’re my m-... Best friend...” He whispers, winded as though he ran for miles. “You are bitter – rightfully so – and you need time… But I’m not gonna spend my whole life picking up the pieces after him. I won’t stand sharing you. I don’t want us to be like them, I can’t.”

Though you soften slightly, you turn away to avoid his gaze. You should tell Chan that you don’t think of Jaebeom half as much as you think of him when he isn’t near, but you can’t. You’re too ashamed and resentful, both at yourself and at him. 

“Maybe you should have considered that before changing me.” It sounds too mean even to you. “You knew me, so you should’ve made the right choice.” 

Again, the silence following is louder than words. It takes Chan less time to cut through the tension. When he does, you can tell he's been thinking deeply about this.

“I did consider...” He waits for a few heartbeats before going on, hopeful; “I know you and I’ll wait. I know us, I made the right choice. I’m sorry I brought this up.” Chan sounds so relieved that you can’t help wanting to believe him. “We will never be like them...” There's an infallible faith to his truth.

Even though you’re exhausted, even though tomorrow marks the beginning of your new life. You don’t sleep a wink that night, torn between two fates you neither wanted nor considered before these last two weeks.

Nocturna Masterlist | HALLOWEEN

[narekashi]

Blood Donation [Allen]

"Miss, are you searching for something? I'll be glad to help if so."

"Any friend of Count is my friend as well. Let's have some tea and chat, shall we?"

So yeet, finally I remembered to post my beloved ikemen Blood Donation. More information about them down below!! [Tagging @lovingsiriusoswald because she seems to like her djksnskdn]

Name: Allen

Nicknames: Ellen, Al Al (Arthur)

Birthday: August 15

Height: 167 cm

Blood Type: A

Physical

Eyes: Turquoise

Hair: Short hair that curves in and bangs that part in the middle

Accessories: Glasses that she wears when it's hard to see, usually wears contacts though

Features: Moles on both her upper arms

Illnesses: None

Social

Species: Pure blood vampire

Occupation: Writer and traveller

Relationships:

● The Count of Saint Germaine: Best friends. They stumbled across each other in a different century but have remained friends ever since. She often visits him while he always welcomes her into his mansion with open arms. Knows all of the mansion vampires to a certain extent because of him. They know each other's troubles and can read each other like a book.

● Leonardo Da Vinci: Annoying but good friends. Always has the urge to tidy up his things after he makes a mess even though she's kind of a slob herself. They have a running joke saying that the other is dating Count and bring it up whenever necessary around Count himself. They are interested in each other's works and loves to get nosy in them.

● Theodorus Van Gogh: Buddies. Finds him rather rude with all his nicknames but eventually found a way to brush it off by telling him she'll tell Vincent; problem solved instantly. Doesn't see him all that often due to the nature of his work but when they do, they go to the bar with Arthur.

● Arthur Conan Doyle: Buddies. Knew him purely through Theo because the other always dragged him around to bars and they just so happened to meet. She finds his works really interesting and asks tip from him all the time when they meet up while Arthur usually answers her questions and flirts. Often goes to the bar together.

● Jeanne D'Arc: Neutral. Has seen him fought before back when he was still alive but also thought he was a woman until she met him face to face. Finds him intimidating and beautiful.

● Napoleon Bonaparte: Friends. Sees him playing with the children on a regular basis in town and always joins them. He treats her like a child even though she is very much older than him which earns a flick on the forehead from him every time.

● Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart: Acquaintances. Enjoys his music very much and always stops to listen to it when he's playing his piano in his room. Would love to ask him tips on how to play the piano better but is way too intimidated by him. Also rather cross that he's so rude.

● Dazai Osamu: Teasing friends. Always plays with him in the game room and both have a fun time trying to figure each other out. Most of their interactions is trying to call each other's bluff out, thus having a much more teasing and fun relationship than with other mansion residents. (Besides Arthur but god knows how many people he has that kind of relationship with)

● Sebastian: Information sharing buddy. Finds his stoic face rather funny since he's always talking about historical stuff when she's around. She provides him with a bunch of facts from historical people she's met before and he provides her with a bunch of modern day info that he has (although she knows some of it from her trips to the 21st century). Never lets him know that she's actually terrible at history.

● William Shakespeare: Stays far far away from. Absolutely knows what he's up to but tries to stay away from him. Extremely wary about him but can have a decent conversation around him if she's with someone she knows well like Count or Leo.

● Vincent Van Gogh: Close friends. She admires him and loves his art works while he quite enjoys her presence around. The two often help each other with different things like critiquing each other's works and tasks and have gotten rather close over time. Unsure if she has a crush on him or not.

● Isaac Newton: Likes him. Always teases him with Arthur and Dazai. Loves to see him hear him rant about all the experiments and things he's been doing and finds him kinda cute. Is unwilling to go confess first since she's unsure if he feels the same nor has she sorted out her feelings for Vincent yet.

Personality: Open minded and seems very open about herself yet there's a feeling saying that she's not as open as she seems to be. Is always either spending all day in the mansion or spending it outside for a long time and coming back late, 8 am was her last record. Can hold very long conversations with all the different kinds of experiences she has over the centuries, making her quite a chatterbox; there are times when she's silent and would rather not talk but she's always open to listening. Always asks people if they are up for a drink whether that be Rouge or just alcohol in the bar. Doesn't fancy drinking from a human directly but can do it if she wants to.

Likes: Useless facts, conversations, cute and fluffy things, the modern world, music, tea (the real tea or rumours), stories, alcohol

Dislikes: Writer's block, time, her hair, not knowing anything, frustration, extremely sarcastic people

Skills:

> Sleeping in

> Origami

> Knows several languages but isn't fluent in all of them, fluent in only chinese and english

> Plays the piano (not very good at it)

> Convincing people

> Keeping a straight face (to the point it's scary)

Paired with: Isaac Newton(???)

Life in the mansion: Has to get woken up by Sebastian every day, has only woken up by herself a grand total of 5 times. In the mansion, she's most commonly seen in the gardens writing while  enjoying herself or in the game room playing games with the others. She also frequents visit other people's rooms to talk and share a conversation with if she's bored. When she's outside, she often wanders off on her own and explores so she knows every square inch in the city.

Extra info:

> Getting her gender mixed up is rather amusing for her so she plays along with it and keeps her appearance the same to trick many more into thinking so

> Sleeps like a log, could sleep for days if no one wakes her up.

> Sleepy her is an airhead, almost like a small animal

> Rational and quick thinking is one of her skills but she's nowhere as good as Arthur so she often pretends she's not good at it.

> Has a habit of scratching her neck when she isn't feeling too comfortable, doesn't like the feeling of hands around her neck though

> Isn't very serious most of the time but when she is serious, she's deadly serious and scary (though she usually regrets it after her head clears)

> Loves fluffy things just as much as she likes smut, ironically cannot write smut even though she can get horny easily

> Headpats make her melt instantly

> Cannot handle being yelled at, it makes her very emotionally stable and would break down on the spot or later on

Bonus:

"... Did you enjoy the show, darling? Come out and show yourself, there's no where else to hide."

"Ah you're... that beautiful Miss from the library... Hm now that you've seen me, can't really let you escape. Feed me your blood please."

[sunshineandfangs]

Klarosummer - Waterfall || Taw'um Alruwh

@klarosummerbingo​

Warnings: some violence and mentions of Damon’s abuse of Caroline. Nothing graphic.

Caroline fluffed her curls, getting them to sit just right as she stared into the water’s reflection. Some would consider it impractical to trek all the way out to the Falls to fix her hair, but...

The young blonde bit her lip. But there was something about what she saw when she looked into the water. She saw herself, of course - and maybe it was just some odd light refraction illusion - but she always thought what she saw appeared a little more confident. As if the version of her in the water was just a bit stronger and wiser.

Whatever, so it was a little silly, but it wasn’t like she was hurting anybody. It was just the town legends getting to her, that you could see your true self in the Falls.

The chime of her cellphone pulled her out of her thoughts. 7:25 its clock announced cheerfully, and she knew she should get going. Caroline gave her hair one last pat and winked at her reflection. 

“Wish me luck with the other brother, kay?”

She whirled around, heading back toward school, a slight bounce in her step.

Caroline Salvatore had a nice ring to it, didn’t it?

---

Her chest screamed in agony, and she couldn’t process if it felt like it was burning or freezing. If it was being crushed or split open.

Her breaths were ragged and wet, the taste of copper on her tongue. Was she dying?

I don’t want to die!

She whimpered, the words only sounding in her head, her lips twitching uselessly.

The roar of the falls was in her ears and still the formation of the rocks funneled his voice to her.

How could she have ever thought she wanted that-that monster.

He was laughing at her. As if her death was amusing. Crowing about how she took care of his cleanup for him. Why it wouldn’t even be an animal attack. Just another sad teen suicide.

Her tears were burning against her face that was rapidly going numb and cold.

I don’t want to die...

---

Caroline had lived a very long time. Centuries upon centuries. Long past anyone she had come to care for, human or supernatural. They all left her in the end, either taken from her while she was elsewhere, by foolish enemies that would pay for their crime thrice over, or by their own will, wishing to take their final rest.

She didn’t begrudge them that, though it made her existence rather lonely. Loves had come and gone. Friends and partners and companions. So, selfishly she took the most comfort in herself. Catching glimpses of the other lives she could have led.

Never though, had one cried out so strongly that she could hear them. 

The voice was young, so young, and dying. Dying while having barely lived at all.

Caroline frowned, unthinkingly reaching out to the dying girl, and to her surprise, she fell through the water.

---

“Hello, Caroline.”

She blinked rapidly, unsure how she had gone from dying to...whatever this was. There was nothing but blackness and one other figure. And she forgave herself for her no doubt idiotic expression considering said other figure was herself!

The other her smiled, looking a bit amused. And Caroline bristled at the apparent condescension. She opened her mouth, about to snap something rude, but they read her irritation and their expression became a bit apologetic before smoothing into solemnity.

They spoke hurriedly before she could.

“I wish I could better explain things to you, Caroline, but you don’t have much time. Your body is still dying and once it does you’ll lose this opportunity to choose.”

“Choose? Choose, what?” Caroline’s brow furrowed, blurting out the first thing that came to mind. “Is this like Harry Potter?”

They looked momentarily confused before recognition sparked. “I suppose that is somewhat accurate, yes. Unfortunately you cannot return. You are human with no magic of your own, I am sorry to say that you’ll just pass out again and die. Truly, this time.”

Caroline frowned, the hope she hadn’t even realized was blossoming crushed in her chest. She crossed her arms, glaring at them. “Then, what? You’ll go?” She meant it sarcastically, but at the slight shift in the other her’s face, she shrieked. “What, is this body snatchers?!”

“No, our bodies will swap places. Mine is not human and will survive the process, while yours will be destroyed.” She spoke quicker, cutting off Caroline’s indignant questions about what the point would be then. “Your soul however is strong enough. It will be able to pass through.”

She was still confused and frustrated. “But you just said that your body will be going to where I am.”

“There are infinite versions of you Caroline and infinite worlds for them to inhabit, as is the case for everyone. Your soul will find its best match.”

Appalled, Caroline retorted, “I’m not going to steal someone’s life!”

The other her stepped closer, expression soft and a bit proud. “It won’t be theft. Two souls can’t occupy one body, wherever you end up, that version of you will have already passed on. Now, I understand this must be a lot for you to process and it’s a momentous decision, but you’re almost out of time.”

As if her words were a signal, the blackness surrounding them seemed to crack and shudder.

Panicking, Caroline began to ramble, words tripping over themselves. “Okay, okay, so like second chances. You go to me. I go to like some coma patient version of me or something. And no one gets hurt? They’re already dead. I’m basically almost dead. And-and you’re whatever you are?”

“Yes,” they nodded.

Caroline ran shaking hands through her hair and took a deep breath.

I don’t want to die.

---

The ancient woman kept her eyes closed through the journey, though she felt her arrival. Water and rock and blood suddenly assaulted her senses where there had been unnerving nothingness before.

With the last connection she had with that odd nexus of worlds she sensed that the other her had also arrived safely. She even got the impression that good things awaited her.

Good luck.

Even as part of her was wishing the other version of her well, the rest of her was processing the events that had occurred in this world. Perhaps, it was a bit duplicitous of her to not have warned the young girl that she would get a semblance of her memories, but she didn’t want to be clueless. And there had been no time to offer the necessary reassurances. 

Standing up, Caroline squeezed the water out of her hair, absently noting she would also need a change of clothes. Above her, the cackles of some obnoxious young vampire cut off.

He flashed down, severely invading her personal space as he stared wide-eyed at her.

“That’s impossible!” He spat. “You were dead.”

Caroline’s lip quirked. “For centuries now,” she drawled.

He spluttered. “But I compelled you! You were just some useless, weak little girl!”

Her amusement quickly faded, events the girl herself hadn’t known had happened flashing through her mind.

Expression dark, her arm shot up to crush his throat.

She had no tolerance for rapists.

He dangled in her grip, weakly clawing at her arm as he choked. She contemplated tormenting him, the type of suffering she could bring down on his head.

But then she thought of the girl he had assaulted and chased to her death. The happiness that girl now had an opportunity to have. Recalled ancient memories of her own beast of a husband. The being she had become after her friend defied nature to help her. And she decided she and the girl both deserved better than to dwell on this cretin.

“Feel fortunate,” she told him. “You’re not worth my time to torture.”

With no fanfare she plunged her other hand into his chest and ripped out his heart. She didn’t bother to watch the light fade from his eyes, simply chucked both his corpse and heart into the woods like the trash he was. 

Let the animals have a feast.

---

Caroline twirled her pen, wondering for the millionth time how the other Salvatore could tolerate going to school. She had to be here because the whole town knew who Caroline Forbes was. Mass compulsion wasn’t worth it when she was choosing to stay.

After all, there was an unusually high occurrence of supernatural drama here and she wanted a front row seat. At least that part was interesting. Plus, she considered it a bit of a homage to the other version of herself that she carried out some of the gril’s dreams. And winning Miss Mystic Falls was actually somewhat amusing.

Not to mention the worried murmurs she had overheard from the rest of her “friends”. Originals? Doppelgangers? Curses? This supernatural world sure had some fascinating things.

And with some fantastic acting (if she did say so herself) she passed herself off as an accidental turning in the aftermath of what Damon had done. (Oh my god! He-What did he do to me? What’s happening to me?! Please, don’t kill me!) 

It certainly won sympathy points from Elena and her disdain for Damon got Stefan to be, at least publicly, quiet about his concern for his vanished brother. It also helped that no body was found.

Caroline smirked, amused by her own thoughts. Those animals sure ate well that night. 

Still, despite supposedly being a new supernatural now, the others mostly kept her on the outer edges of their drama. Perhaps as some misguided attempt at protection. But while it made information gathering a little harder, overall it made her life more convenient. The less time she had to spend acting like a teen aged girl the better, really.

Her eyes shot up as Alaric walked into the room, pen now still and firmly gripped in her hand. Her instincts were blaring that something was off.

She watched with curious eyes as the man asked what they were learning, flipping through one of his notebooks. Odd. Alaric leaned toward the disorganized side, but he rarely forgot his lesson plans.

One of the girls in the front row, Dana she believed, reminded him that they’ve been covering the 60′s as the silence stretched.

“Right. The 60′s,” he repeated, still not sounding particularly prepared.

Her eyes narrowed as she watched him spend a long moment staring at Elena, an abnormal interest in his eyes. It didn’t seem to be lecherous, and Alaric hadn’t sent that type of warning bell ringing, but if she was wrong...

Her grip tightened, near cracking the plastic shell of her pen.

“The, uh,” he coughed as he turned to write on the board. “The sixties.”

Her eyebrow rose as she watched the man literally write ‘The 60′s’ on the board. That was useless.

“-wish there was something good I could say about the sixties, but...” He turned around, continuing to fail at teaching. “Actually, they kind of sucked. Except for the Beatles, of course. They made it bearable. Uh, what else was there? The Cuban missile thing, the uh...we walked on the moon. There was Watergate.”

Elena apparently took pity on the man.

“Watergate was the seventies, Ric. I-I mean, Mr. Saltzman.” She hurriedly corrected as several people stared.

“Right. It all kind of mushes together up here, the sixties, seventies. Thank you, Elena.“

And though Caroline continued to observe the man, he didn’t do anything else suspicious save lecture with little coherence. Continuing to mention random things that occurred in the sixties. Seeming to just list them as they came to mind.

At the end of class, she waved the others on when they glanced questioningly at her, mouthing that she had a question as she gestured toward Alaric.

Leaning back against one of the front desks, she watched as the man shuffled some more papers around. Managing to read some of the print, she was pretty sure he was just trying to get rid of her.

Too bad. 

Clearing her throat, she called, “Mr. Saltzman?”

He looked up, a quickly smothered flash of irritation on his face.

“Yes, what is it?”

She cocked her head, wondering how she was going to play this. She was around 98% positive now that this was an impostor. Possession, illusion, shapeshifting, something to that effect. And if it were any of those things, even if he had an informant, he couldn’t know much about her. Being on the outskirts was once more to her benefit.

Well, I was just complaining about boredom...

She rushed forward, slamming the man against the chalkboard, her forearm pinned across his throat. There was shock and barely hidden rage in his expression.

Her eyes dilated, noting with rising interest that she couldn’t compel him.

“What are your intentions with Elena? Are you some kind of pervert?”

---

Whatever Klaus had been expecting from the blonde baby vampire it hadn’t been this.

Although her audacity was rather infuriating she hardly knew who he was, and her reasoning was arguably admirable. He did value loyalty after all.

So, deciding to go along with it, he reminded her he was on vervain. Then, made up some nonsense answer about being particularly concerned about Elena, name dropping himself as a reason.

Her eyes were still narrowed and suspicious, but she backed off after a moment, letting him fall from her grasp. His landing was awkward with a little stumble in order to maintain his ruse.

She smiled at him, a surprising and delightful amount of malice in her expression. “Of course, Alaric. Rest assured though, if I discover you lied to me and you have nefarious reasons for watching Elena...Well, let’s simply say I will delight in feeding you your internal organs. For decades, if I have to.”

With a little parting wave, as if she hadn’t just delivered a gruesome (by human standards anyway) threat, she turned and strutted from the room.

Klaus leaned back against the chalkboard, staring after her, a little intrigued despite his better judgement.

Perhaps, he should start looking into backup vampires? He might actually regret killing that one.

---

Making her way down the hallway, Caroline processed what she had sensed when she tried to compel definitely-not-Alaric.

Vampire and wolf.

A hybrid.

Her eyes flashed gold as a smirk curled on her lips.

Fascinating.

---

Author’s Note: Title is “Twin Spirits” aka “Soulmate” in Arabic the closet I could get to Egyptian which has one of the oldest stories involving the concept. Ancient Greece does as well, but I’m trying not to repeat the languages used in the titles. (Viaggio and Cuore Malato don’t count since they were technically the same story). 

Considering how this one turned out, I’m quite pleased that “Twin Spirits” really fits though: both soulmates and parallel selves. Also, if you’re curious, I imagine the formerly dying Caroline went to some All Human AU where she’ll get her happily ever after with that version of Klaus ;) I’m a sap, what can I say?

[alltheselights]

Vampire Fic Snippet #3

(And the last one before the fic is posted!!!!!!!!! yay, sorry this is taking ages)

As always, I want to note that this is from the draft of the fic, so some things may be changed for the final version.

Warning: Mentions of vampire biting and so on, but still nothing graphic.

There’s a smudge of blood on his collar, likely from his earlier snack of the night, and for a moment, Louis allows himself to entertain a lovely fantasy in which he punches this vampire’s stupid looking face and doesn’t break his hand.

“You’re so beautiful that it hurts to look at you, honestly,” the vampire says, smirking.

“Then close your eyes,” Louis replies, voice sugary sweet.

The vampire chuckles darkly, clearly undeterred by Louis’ rudeness.

“Kitten has claws, I see,” he says, stepping further into Louis’ personal space. Louis rolls his eyes.

“Yes, kitten does,” he says, choosing that moment to blow smoke from his cigarette into the guy’s face. “And kitten is going to claw your eyes out if you don’t step the fuck back right this second."

The vampire’s eyes flash red with anger and he opens his mouth to respond, but before he gets the chance, Louis hears the sound of the door opening. Both he and the prick standing in front of him refocus their attention on whoever has stepped out onto the balcony, and Louis can’t help but roll his eyes again when he sees who’s joined them.

“Hi, gentlemen,” Harry says, voice slow and deep. He has a small smile on his face and he looks perfectly serene, but Louis has the feeling that he knows exactly what he was interrupting.

Louis takes the momentary distraction as an opportunity to shove the vampire away from him, and though he glares at Louis when he stumbles back slightly, caught off guard, he doesn’t bother trying to get back into Louis’ personal space. Instead, the vampire turns and walks toward the door, roughly shouldering past Harry despite there being plenty of room to avoid him. Louis knows that if the vampire had chosen to sideswipe him on his way past, he’d probably have been knocked off balance enough that he would fall to the ground. Harry doesn’t move a muscle, however, and he even keeps the calm smile on his face as though he felt nothing more than the fluttering of the breeze.  

When the door closes, Harry and Louis are alone. Louis shivers slightly and tells himself it’s because of the air temperature.

Harry takes a few cautious steps forward.

“Are you gonna claw me if I try to give you my jacket, wildcat?” Harry asks, smile in his voice. Without waiting for an answer, he shrugs out of the jacket and holds it out to Louis as an offering.

Louis sighs and takes it, grumbling out a “thank you” under his breath. The jacket is warm and it smells like Harry’s cologne, and Louis would like to be able to say that he’s disgusted by the scent, but he’s really, really not.

He sighs and turns back to the balcony railing, taking the last couple of puffs from his cigarette. Harry approaches slowly, eventually moving to lean against the balcony beside Louis, leaving just a couple of inches between their bodies.

“Seems like you have a knack for attracting trouble,” Harry says, tone light as he gazes out over the city.

Louis flicks his cigarette and watches the ash fall until it’s no longer visible in the darkness of the alley below.

“More accurately, I’d say that I have a knack for attracting assholes,” Louis says, even as he shivers and burrows himself deeper into Harry’s jacket.

“Oh yeah?” Harry asks. He sounds amused, but he’s not bothering to look at Louis, still keeping his gaze on the view.

Louis feels like he’s being baited. He doesn’t like it one bit.

“You’re here, aren’t you?” Louis mocks, flicking away the butt of his cigarette and taking a step back from the balcony. It’s time to put as much distance between himself and Harry as possible, and besides, he needs another three shots of tequila stat.

Louis is about halfway to the door when Harry’s hand catches on his elbow, spinning him around so quickly that he doesn’t even realize what’s happening until he’s face to face with the vampire. They’re much closer together than Louis anticipated, and Louis can see every speck of green and gold in Harry’s eyes.

He can also see that Harry’s gaze is on his mouth.

“You almost forgot your lighter,” Harry says quietly, holding the lighter out from where he must have snatched it off the balcony railing. His other hand moves from Louis’ elbow to his waist, and though his grip isn’t tight, Louis is startled by how possessive the gesture feels.

“Thanks,” Louis says quietly, little more than an exhale of breath. For some reason, he can’t bring himself to make the word sound sarcastic or mocking. Louis doesn’t reach out to take the lighter.

They just stand there for a moment, gazing at each other without speaking. Finally, Harry puts the lighter in the pocket of his coat without bothering to look away from Louis’ face. When Louis licks his lips, Harry’s eyes track the movement.

Louis’ body is vibrating with anticipation. He knows he should move out of Harry’s grip, spin on his heels, and retreat back inside, forget this entire interaction even happened. Harry would let him, Louis thinks. He’s the cockiest bastard Louis has met in a while, but somewhere deep in his bones, some instinctual understanding of Harry tells him that he would let Louis walk away and never speak about this moment again. If that was what he wanted.

Harry tightens his grip on Louis’ waist slightly and brings his other hand up to cup Louis’ chin. He thumbs over Louis’ cheek gently, and Louis closes his eyes at the touch. Harry’s hands are cool and soft, and if Louis hadn’t been staring him in the face a few seconds earlier, Louis would never be able to guess that it’s a vampire touching him this way. Touching him as though he’s made of the most fragile glass.

“Did I mention that you have the most beautiful face I’ve ever seen?” Harry asks, and Louis’ eyes fly open, brows furrowing into a glare. Harry has a huge smile on his face, dimples prominent, and Louis wants to knee him in the balls.

Instead, he surges up onto his toes and kisses Harry on the mouth. Their teeth clink together at the force of it, but Harry’s hand on Louis’ jaw guides their lips together properly, slowing Louis down and turning the kiss into something different than he intended — something less aggressive and urgent, more sensual and overwhelming.

“Shut up,” Louis gasps out, pulling back just enough to say the words against Harry’s lips before moving into the kiss again, and he feels the press of Harry’s answering grin against his mouth. Louis moves one of his hands to Harry’s hair, threading his fingers through the wild curls there, tugging slightly, and it has the effect he intended. Harry groans against Louis’ mouth and before Louis even has the chance to take another half breath, Harry’s closed the ten feet of distance between them and the building. Louis feels his back hit the brick wall.

“Fuck,” he says, and when Harry makes a considering sound at the word, Louis doesn’t even bother pretending that he’s annoyed. There’s also a complaint on the top of Louis’ tongue about being manhandled against the wall using vampire speed and strength, but he swallows it. Harry would know he was lying about hating it anyway.

Harry moves his hands all over Louis’ body while they kiss, and if Louis weren’t half out of his mind with desire already, he’d probably be embarrassed by the fact that Harry’s touch is raising a trail of goosebumps across his skin.

When Harry moves his lips down to kiss along Louis’ jaw, Louis takes the opportunity to catch his breath. Embarrassingly enough, Louis’ chest is heaving and his heartbeat is moving at triple its regular speed. He doesn’t understand why kissing is affecting him like this, but he dismisses it as the result of not having gotten laid in a while.

Harry mouths his way down Louis’ neck, breathing hotly and sucking intermittently, probably leaving a smattering of red marks in his wake. His fangs still aren’t out though, and Louis can’t help the frustration bubbling in his chest.

“Can you, uh, fuck,” Louis says, cutting himself off as Harry sucks a bruise at his pulse point.

“Can I what?” Harry asks, standing up straight again so he can look Louis in the eyes. His cocky tone is back, and Louis tells himself that he didn’t miss it one bit. He tries to ignore the throbbing feeling in his groin.

“What do you want me to do?” Harry asks again, eyes dark. Louis breathes heavily, but doesn’t say anything.

“This?” Harry asks, pushing his leg between Louis’ and pressing against his erection. Louis gasps slightly at finally being touched there, even if it’s not the way he really wants. They’ve only been making out for a few minutes, probably, but Louis feels like he’s been hard for ages.

He bites his lip and still doesn’t answer Harry, which only makes the vampire’s smile grow.

“Or…this?” Harry touches his cool fingertips to the side of Louis’ neck, pressing hard at the bruise already there.

Louis moves one of his hands to the front of Harry’s pants, cupping his erection firmly, hoping to distract Harry enough that he’ll give Louis what he wants. Harry’s eyes fall closed briefly with pleasure at the feeling, but he gains control of himself quickly, taking Louis’ hand and moving it to his hip, a safe enough distance away from his cock.

“I’m not going to do anything until you tell me what you want,” Harry says, and he still sounds arrogant as hell, but there’s a seriousness underlying his tone that makes Louis’ gut clench.

Louis pushes forward to kiss Harry again, their tongues intertwining briefly before Louis retreats enough to run his tongue along Harry’s bottom lip. “Bite me,” Louis finally says, focusing his eyes on Harry’s even though there’s only about an inch between their faces, making the gaze more intense. He speaks quietly enough that his words are barely even legible to his own ears, but Harry can hear him perfectly.

Louis is still being pressed into the wall, so he lets his head fall backwards. There’s a slight jolt of pain when the back of his skull makes contact with the brick, but the pain of it is a welcome distraction. It give him something to focus on — something besides the desire overwhelming his senses when Harry finally, finally, finally allows his fangs to descend.