#vervain: i just wanted to trade them ):

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Vervain vc: that backfired hard on me.

[fandoms--fluff]

Trapped

Part 5

Little Slavatore sister x Stefan Salvatore x Damon Salvatore

Summary: Klaus takes you from your house to trade you for the white oak stakes from your brothers and their friends

Warnings: vervain use on child vampire/kinda torcher (don't know how to word it), swearing I think-idk

A/n: I wrote this series a while ago and just started realizing how cheesy it got, so don't mind my older writing 😅

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“What did you do Niklaus?” Elijah said, rage laced in his voice.

He turned around, facing his younger brother, fury written on his face. Klaus just looked back and smirked, knowing what he’s talking about.

“I have no idea what your talking about, brother” Klaus said before Elijah went over to him and held him up against the wall. 

“Oh now brother, those Salvatore brothers have a little secret that apparently they will tell you and not me. The obvious more dangerous and good looking one of us” Klaus smirked before getting out of Elijah’s hold.

“Please do not tell me you kidnapped their little sister” Elijah said, eyes widened.

“But the thing is I did and they are probably going to want her back so in favor they’ll give us the white oak stake back and then we’ll give her back to them” Klaus said and poured himself a drink. 

“Seriously Niklaus? Show me where she is” Elijah said, jaw clenched.

"If you must know, she is currently in the basement in that room we had no idea to do with. Well also I fixed that problem" Klaus answered, annoyed and followed his brother as he started to go to the room.

When they walked in you were no where in sight, the ropes that Klaus had you tied up by were on the ground in the middle of the room next to chair that was toppled over.

"It seems that she is not here" Elijah stated, glaring at Klaus.

"She was here fifteen minutes ago, I don't know where she went!" Klaus tempered.

Meanwhile as Klaus and Elijah were searching the house you were in the vents crawling around. You reached a room and saw a pretty girl inside with blond hair and is on her phone while sitting on her bed. You tried to push the grate off but this one was more sturdier then the one in the basement.

While you made the noise the girl looked up and saw you tiny fingers through the slits of the grate. She got up off her bed and moved over a chair, she stood up on it and took the grate down, seeing you.

"Who are you?" She asked, concerned.

"Not 'upossed to tell st'anger name" you mumbled to her.

"Okay, well my name is Rebekah."

She lifted you up a bit from underneath your armpits and carried you back down to the ground and placed you onto her bed.

"Okay, then can you tell me how you got here then?" Rebekah asked.

“Woke up in rwoom wif rope ‘round me and I climb frough dat” You explained and pointed to the vent. 

At that point, Kol came into the room and picked you up, speeding off downstairs where Klaus and Elijah were. Rebekah followed and saw how Klaus grabbed you out of Kol’s arms immediately, pushing you over to the side. 

While Klaus did so, he grabbed your wrist really hard, hurting you. A bruise starting to appear. 

“What did you do Nik? You hurt her, look there’s already a bruise that’s starting to show up from where you so forcefully grabbed her” Rebekah explained, starting to get mad. 

“Now, now sister calm down, she is just a bargaining chip to get the white oak stake back - the only thing that can kill us” Klaus said pointing over to you.

You were backed up against the corner of the wall and a book case, crying your eyes out, scared of them. 

“Who is this again?” Kol asked confused as to why his two brothers were looking for a little girl. 

“Nikaus got one of his hybrids to kidnap y/n over there who is Damon and Stefan’s little sister. If I remember correctly she got turned at four, also how did you know about her?" Elijah explained and then asked the hybrid.

"Well I simply just asked for one of my hybrids to look for anything valuable that the Salvatore brothers and everyone else would want back" Klaus said and started to go over to where you are crying.

Before he could grab you to tie you up again Rebekah got over to you first, picking you up into her arms. "Look, I know we want the stake back but she's just a terrified little girl!" She started to rub little circles on your back to sooth you a tiny bit.

"Evidently I don't care if she's scared or not, I'll be right back to get new chains" Klaus then left the room.

While so, you were staring at Elijah and Kol with a scared look in your eyes and tears streaks on your face. "So are we going to torture-"

"KOL!" Elijah stared at him wide eyed and got him to leave the room, glaring at him.

"Lijah, we can't let him chain her up like some animal again!" She looked at him with anger written on her face.

"Oh but weren't you happy yesterday when I said that we'll be able to get the stake with having a bit of fun with someone first" Klaus reappeared with chains in his grip, not allowing Elijah to answer Rebekah.

He walked over, dropping the chains on the couch and brought up a chair. "Now we can either do this the easy way or the hard way which one do you pick sister?" Klaus inched closer to the both of you.

You whimpered, shutting your eyes hoping that this isn't real and just another one of your nightmares. Rebekah turned so that you were blocked from Klaus's view almost entirely.

"The hard way it is then" Klaus glared and picked up his pace towards you guys. Elijah sped in front of him, flipping him over onto the ground when he held up an arm about to throw the first punch.

Rebekah was about to run away with you before Elijah came crashing into her, knocked out by Klaus's doing. Before she had time to react she dropped you and Klaus pulled out a dagger from his pocket and stabbed it through Rebekahs heart. She paled and vains started showing all the way up until they stopped at her forehead. Klaus then pulled out another dagger and wasted no time to stab it in Elijah's heart aswell. Rebekah laid limply beside Elijah and you screamed, scared trying to get up but Klaus got to you before you and the chance to. He dragged you over to the chair he pulled out, sitting you down even though you were trying anything to get out of his grasp.

He pulled out a syringe and stuck the needle into your arm, injecting vervain into your system making you pass out. Klaus quickly chained you to the chair and took his siblings down to the basement, locking them in there until he got the stake back. He couldn't waste his chances, even though they were daggered.

You woke up to see Klaus in front of you reading a really old, torn up book. Once he realized you were awake he put the book to the side and walked over to where you were chained to the chair. You tried pulling at the chains but it didn't work, you also noticed some dried blood on your arm.

"Now that your awake, before I offer bargain you for it do you know anything about a white oak stake?" Klaus asked you, looking deep into your eyes to make sure your not going to lie to him.

"N-no. What dat?" You asked him and tears started to stream down your face again.

"I'm going to ask you one more time. Do you know anything about the white oak stake and where it is?" He compelled you this time.

"N-no! What is white o-oak s'ake?" You shrieked out and this time he didn't talk back to you.

Instead he got back up from crouching down in front of you and flipped over a table, mad at your answer. Soon enough he left the room and came back with a grey duffle bag in hand. He sat it down on one of the couches and pulled out a pair of gloves, putting them on. After he pulled two jars, one of them having the same verevain like the ones in the syringes and the other filled with the plant, some of them a bit off colored from being in the jar for some time. He opened the one with the plants and pulled one out, closing the jar lid afterwards.

Slowly inching the plant toward your cheek, you quivered with fear. Finally he pressed the vervain against your face and you screamed, painfully as it was burning your skin. He kept that up until most of your face has burn marks. Once he removed the plant from your face he placed it onto a napkin beside him. He reached over to the other jar which was way bigger than the other one and opened it up. He stuck one of his gloved hands inside and pulled it back out, setting the jar on the coffee table. Then brought the gloved hand shakes with vervain to his other hand to make sure he had enough on both.

While he was doing so Klaus was wondering where Kol was since he would've heard your screaming, probably wanting to help him with this. In the end he just suspects that he left the house after Elijah told him to leave the room earlier.

Klaus brought his hands over to you and wrapped them around your arms, making you scream even louder than the last, each time he did so. Doing the same thing over and over until the jar was empty and at some points of your arms were bleeding. They eventually healed but there's was a bunch if dried blood littered on your arms and your face now.

As it was later now, and you were at a very thin line of passing out from the torture and sleepiness, Klaus stopped and put everything back into the duffle. He came back into the room with something hidden behind his back.

"Now when you got here, you had this in your arms, I am going to give this back to you, because it would be a waste of space in the garbage bin. Maybe tomorrow you'll be more cooperative and I might make a deal with your brothers to give you back to them" he said and placed the teddy bear on your lap.

Whe he was out of sight, you smiled seeing your teddy bear was alright. You probably shouldn't be happy but its the most you've been in the past hours.

It has been like 6-7 hours since then and everyone is asleep except for you. Your quietly trying to break free from the chains. By that your wiggling your wrist from the hold, since they were really small and eve though the chains were tied tight, they couldnt be that close or else they would've just snapped in half while Klaus was tying them.

You finally got one written free from the chains and shortly after you got the other free. It took a bit of time to undo the chains wrapped around your stomach and ankles but you manged eventually.

You got off the chair and picked up your teddy bear since it fell onto the ground. Now your quietly and slowly looking around for an exit out of this place.

While you were looking for an exit your brothers and everyone else is still awake, worried about you. It's five thirty am now.

All of them are still at the boarding house, thinking of ways to get you back. No one could sleep, they tried and nothing worked. Even though mostly all of them just met you they care about you a lot.

"Okay, so the first thing we need to figure out is where Klaus took y/n....Elena have you heard anything from Elijah?" Stefan asked.

"No, but I have a feeling that Elijah found them but Klaus did something to him before he could contact back. Everything I call him it goes to voice-mail" Elena sighed.

"Well it's too late now to do anymore searching we can try in the morning, well when people are actually up and outside" Alaric said.

"That'll have to work I guess but you guys have school and you can't exactly get out of it since it would look too suspicious" Damon said, pointing towards everyone including Ric. Except for Katherine.

"Wait do you guys have a tracker on her?" Katherine asked.

"No" Stefan and Damon answered at the same time.

"Worth a shot" Katherine said and slumped back down on the couch again.

You found a way out and made no noise whatsoever. Now your running down a road and after 10 minutes at vampire speed you saw the Mystic Falls sign. You smiled and started to walk instead of run because you used a lot of energy and haven't had any food or blood in a very long time.

While you were walking you tried to see if you could spot anybody that you could feed from but there was absolutely no one anywhere. Yet you still kept walking, wanting to make your way back to your brothers and everyone else you grew to liking.

It has been almost an hour and your not close to town but you can't stand anymore. So you went to the closest hiding and shelter spot so no one could see you and fell asleep quickly with your teddy wrapped in both arms.

It's now light outside again and you woke up, hearing a lot of birds cawing and chirping. After sleeping you got more energy and stood up. You started to run at vampire speed again. When you stopped your finally at a place you semi remember from before, a bunch of houses but you knew where you were. Starting to walk normaly because people could see you, the high school came into view. You started to run at normal pace into the school grounds, hoping that you could find Stefan or someone you knew there.

Some of the teenagers were looking at your burn marks but didn't say anything about them, just staring. Some wondering what a little kid was doing there but didn't exactly really care as to why.

Finally you saw someone you knew and ran over to him. "Jer!" You called, arent able to pronounce his full name.

"y/n?!" He picked you up immediately and you wrapped your arms around his neck, hugging him.

The two friends he was talking to looked at him weirdly wondering how he knew you. But he just glared back at them, resulting to them walking away. By now it's lunch time.

"What happened to you?" Jeremy asked concerned, seeing burn marks throughout your arms and face.

You shook your head, scared to say anything about what happened. "It's okay, you don't have to say anything right now. How about we go find Stefan" He said.

"Stefy!" You nodded your head fast.

"Alright, let's go" he started to walk to the courtyard outside and saw everyone there except for Alaric. (Damon and Katherine obviously not there).

Caroline was the first to notice. "Jeremy! Where did you find her!?" She said, getting everyone to face towards the two of you.

"She came running up to me in the hallways" Jeremy answered quickly.

As soon as you saw Stefan you reached out grabby hands for him. He came over and got you into his arms hugging you tightly. "Stefy!" You exclaimed and started to cry again.

"Hey, hey its going to be okay, just calm down sweetie" Stefan said softly and started to lightly bounce you up and down, soothing you into sleep. He held you close to his chest with one hand on the back of your head and the other one supporting you. He kissed the top of your head. All the girls held back their awws at how soft Stefan is with you at this moment.

Once you fell asleep everyone started to talk in hushed tones. "Bonnie can you let Alaric know that we have y/n and are going back to my house with her, then meet us back at our cars" Stefan whispered.

Bonnie nodded and started to jog back into the school over to Alarics classroom to tell him. While she was doing so everyone else started to walk to their cars and got in, waiting for Bonnie which didn't take long. You were still in Stefan's arms while Elena was driving.

They then headed back to the boarding house to where Damon and Katherie are.

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Full Episode Commentary

1x14: Fool Me Once

The episode is titled for Damon, and opens up with an immediate parallel. You can compare pretty much everything in this episode to 1x11. I won't do all of them because they won't fit in one post.

Parallel 1: Elena wakes in the motel room. This is written alongside Elena waking in Damon's car. That's why Ben tries to compel her.

"And forgot the lesson about vervain! She dates a vampire, Ben. Duh!" It's important to note Anna's response because it pushes back to 1x12. "Wow. So much to remember." Elena still has no idea what Damon was trying to prove in 1x11, but she starts to piece it together with Stefan's comment from 1x12. "You can put it in jewelry, or you can even put it in food or drink. But as long as it's in you or on you, a vampire cannot control you." The vervain necklace is what I consider a three-part truth that Elena realizes. The first part of that truth is the fact that Damon always knew the vervain was in her necklace. If he believed it was in her food or drink, he wouldn't have made this comment: "I can very easily make you... agreeable." He knew she was wearing it and could've compelled her at any time.

Anna shoves Elena in the bathroom, Bonnie is passed out in the bathtub. Damon is reading Emily's grimoire when Stefan rushes in. As I said in my previous re-watch post, Stefan doesn't want her becoming a vampire. He's disgusted by the idea because he can't love her as one. He's flipping over the fact that Anna kidnapped her while Damon's blood is still in her system. He's not worried about her dying, he's worried about her dying with vampire blood in her system. "What if your blood hasn't passed out of her system?" Damon's responses in this episode are written in reverse of 1x13. He's laughing inside because he knows his blood is still in her system. "Well, then at least you know you'll see her again." Stefan starts to beg because he's worried she'll become everything he hates. He can't have her become a vampire. Again, this is before she so much as admits she never wants to be a vampire. It's his desire to keep her human. "You know, all I can remember is hating you." This is one of the sickest comments Stefan ever made, and the reason Elena needs to remind him that Damon is worth loving. Stefan stopped loving his own brother. Again, one of the many reasons Damon is the better brother. Stefan believes he's gonna fix this with an apology. He won't. Damon will accept his apology, but apologies aren't deal-makers. They're not meant to be used for gain, but that's what Stefan is doing. He's trading an apology for Elena's location. Damon refuses to tell him where Elena is.

"I mean this sincerely. I hope Elena dies." Damon is being 100% honest, and there are two reasons why he's not afraid for her to die. He knows his blood is still in her system, and he knows she's being used as leverage. Leverage is only good when it's alive. Thus, he knows Anna won't risk killing her. Unlike Damon, Anna has no idea that his blood is in her system. Ben walks into the bathroom. The only reason they kidnapped Elena was to keep Bonnie in line. She'll open the tomb if it means saving Elena from a certain death. I'm laughing over this bit of conversation. Anna tells Elena that she and Jeremy are practically dating, which is hilarious because Elena didn't want him dating vampire Vicki. They cut to Jeremy at the Grill. "I am so not going to be one of those girls who disappears just because she has a new boyfriend." Caroline is so full of crap. Even in season 8, she can't tell Bonnie is suffering alone while she's living it up with Stefan. Caroline is all about herself. "I just want to let you know that right here and right now, I'm offering you an out. Like an escape clause." Damon does this for Elena several times... gives her escape clauses.

Parallel 2: Damon at Sheila's door as Stefan was at Sheila's door.

Damon doesn't need Bonnie. He'd have no problem finding another witch to help him open the tomb. He wants Bonnie because he wants to kill two birds with one stone. It's the same thing he was planning to do with her at the dance in 1x12. The difference is their reason for being at Sheila's. Stefan turned to Bonnie for help in finding Elena. Damon turned to Bonnie for help in opening the tomb to rescue Katherine. Sheila uses her head trick on Damon, which I love. I just... prefer it used by Bonnie rather than Sheila. They cut back to Anna and Elena. Given her comment, she knows Stefan is over Katherine. "Trust me. No one I know wants to see that girl again. Except Damon, the lovestruck idiot."

Parallel 3: Damon and Elena bonding over Katherine becomes Anna and Elena and their dead mothers.

A lot of their differences matter to Elena as it pertains to her view of Damon.

Anna: My mother's in there. Katherine couldn't help herself. She just had to toy around with both of the Salvatore brothers. And when she got caught, so did my mother. I watched Johnathan Gilbert take her away. Elena: I'm sorry. Anna: You really mean that, don't you?

Delena has a parallel to this in 1x3. "I'm sorry. About Katherine. You lost her, too." That's why Damon is blown away by her apology. She means it.

Parallel 4: Damon took Elena's phone, but offers her the chance to talk to Stefan. Anna took Elena's phone, but won't offer her the chance to talk to Stefan.

Again, the differences matter because she's seeing Damon through Ben and Anna. Think of these differences like puzzle pieces, giving her the full view of one man. "Go ahead. Grovel again. Oh, wait. No... I don't care." I love Damon in these scenes because Stefan just got done trying to deny him access to the tomb to rescue Katherine. Now Stefan is desperate to get Elena back, like what? Damon is having fun with him while he can lol

Parallel 4: Unlike Damon, Elena wants Ben set on fire. This collage will show why he's upset in 3x4. He doesn't need Stefan to keep him in check, that's what Elena does.

They cut to Jeremy. He invites Anna to the party by Fell's Church. Damon is meeting with her because he has the grimoire and she has Bonnie and Elena. I favor some of his body language. Here with Anna, he does this lip and eye thing that I love. He's flirting with the idea that Anna plans to romance Jeremy. His isn't the only happiness he cares about. "Stefan will come after you, you know that. For messing with Elena." This is Damon hiding his care for Elena behind Stefan's love for her. An easy way to hide his humanity for the sake of protecting himself.

Parallel 5: For both Damon and Anna, it's about the grimoire opening the tomb.

Neither one has to kill people to open it. They don't even have to threaten people to open it. They just need the grimoire. Through Anna, they show how Stefan put Elena in danger with Damon in 1x13. That's why Elena was at risk of becoming a vampire, and the other reason I don't blame Damon for threatening to turn her. Both Stefan and Elena knew the risk, and they betrayed him anyway.

"I told you. I work alone."

"When do you want to do this?"

These two gifs show how much power Elena has over Damon, and this is just in caring for her. It's made worse when he actually falls in love with her. It's at this point, he has no choice but to team up with Anna because he knows his blood passed through her system. Should Anna kill her, Damon knows she'll die. Thus, Elena forces Damon to team up with Anna despite being a lone ranger due to his trust issues.

lol... this gif is specific. It's basically a "F*ck me for caring about Elena" gif. She forced him to team up with Anna when he works alone. Trusting others and becoming a team player are two of the ways Elena changes Damon. Pretty much anything is possible so long as there's trust. That's why their ship is built on it.

Parallel 6: Stefan turning to Sheila to find the girls feeds the other half of his visit in 1x11. One could easily combine it with Bonnie's attempt to do a locator spell on Elena's necklace.

It's through these parallels, they show why Stefan went to Sheila's house to find Bonnie. He was gonna have Sheila do a locator spell on Elena in 1x11, but he needed Bonnie to convince Sheila. He only trusted to turn to Shelia this time because they took Bonnie.

Damon only teamed with Anna because she was holding Elena prisoner. Even though Damon wanted Bonnie to help him open the tomb, he was just as much trying to get a fresh start with her. Anna having Bonnie to open the tomb wasn't what swayed Damon. Anna threatening to kill Elena was. Damon wouldn't force Bonnie to do anything because he truly wanted a fresh start with her. I say this because Bonnie isn't the only witch in existence. Had Elena not talked Bonnie into helping Damon, he would've left town to find himself another witch. He never once asked Bonnie or Sheila to open the tomb. He never once asked Stefan or Elena to have Bonnie or Sheila open the tomb. He's also not responsbile for whatever assumptions they make about him. Damon is the only one NOT responsible for Sheila's death. I laugh because Stefan is acting like he needs to protect Sheila, like she's not capable of protecting herself when she could drop him in an instant. Stefan is annoyed by Sheila's response. "We'll protect ourselves." Annoyed because he enjoys acting like he's the only one that can protect people.

"We need to let him have Katherine back. He's not going to stop until he gets her. If we help him, maybe that ends it." If Elena truly feared for the safety of her loved ones, she wouldn't be suggesting they open the tomb so Damon can rescue Katherine. Bonnie's judgments get the better of her. "No! He doesn't deserve to get what he wants." If she truly knew Damon, she wouldn't be spitting this out of her mouth. It's not about what Damon does or doesn't deserve, it's about Damon's life. That's why Sheila offers her help. She plans to trap Damon, to desiccate him in the tomb forever. Unlike Stefan, Damon knows better than to trust easily.

Parallel 7: This is their biggest parallel from 1x11 to 1x14, and shows how Stefan manipulated Elena for the sake of hurting Damon. Stefan on the left, Elena on the right...

Hurting Damon requires he care, period. Damon was trying to have a relationship with Elena separate from his relationship with Stefan, and that's how they're written from this point forward. Damon was both gloating and caring. Both wanting to piss off Stefan and enjoy Elena's company. Both angry and hurt. So when Stefan uses "we" in his conversation with Elena, she not only realizes the truth of Damon, she knows Stefan manipulated her.

Unlike Damon enjoying Elena's comany in Atlanta, Stefan involved Elena in his betrayal for the sake of hurting Damon. Enjoying her company was a given for him. She goes to see Damon because she knows she hurt him, period. THIS is what it would look like had Stefan not involved Elena in his betrayal...

Further showing why Stefan involved her specifically.

Everything you see of Damon in his scene with Elena is real. His words, his body language, all of it. His initial response is surprise because he just got done making a deal with Anna to spare her and has no idea how she escaped. He's being honest when he tells her, "I'm gonna have to change the locks." He no longer considers her welcome to stop by any time she wants, as he said in 1x2. "Oh, don't be silly. You're welcome any time. Isn't she, Stefan?" He's being honest when he asks, "You stage a jailbreak?" He has no idea that Stefan turned to Sheila for a locator spell.

"Ah, brother. Ever the white knight." This comment is specific in the fact that Elena has no idea about Damon's meeting with Anna, that he tried to save her again. He doesn't want her to know how much power she has over him, and this is just in caring for her lol. He's being honest in response to her comment about Bonnie because he already tried several times for a fresh start with her. "I doubt that." He's being honest when he tells her, "Well, at least you're honest." He'd rather hear Elena's ugly truth than her beautiful lie. He's being honest when he tells her, "Not interested." Because he's not interested in getting hurt again. He's also being honest when he tells her, "Fool me once, shame on you." You can see Elena's shame in her body language…

Damon is hurt af. Combine Elena hurting Damon in 1x13 to Stefan hurting Elena in 3x5, and you'll feel Damon in their Delena scene. "Stefan hurt you. You don't want it to happen again." Fool me once. Push this to 4x1 for Elena's "Twice" soundtrack.

Through Ben and Anna, Elena came to realize that Damon knew the verain was in her necklace. But that's not the whole truth. Compulsion is never about one person, it's about two. "You didn't. I know you didn't. But you could have." It's not just about Damon having the ability to compel her, but about Elena's ability to leave. That's how she knows she wasn't compelled. She had the ability, and she chose not to. She didn't even want Stefan knowing where she was. Combine Elena's scenes with her phone and her scenes trying to escape Ben and Anna…

That's how she knows Damon didn't compel her. She knows that staying with him was her choice. Because I consider manipulation no different than compulsion, I feel Stefan gave Elena no choice but to betray Damon. He made her believe that her loved ones were at risk, which is made obvious by her comment to Damon in their necklace scene. "I was protecting the people I love, Damon." Because she believed her loved ones were at risk, she felt she had to protect them. Elena takes her necklace off for Damon because Atlanta was about him trusting her. "Ask me if I'm lying now." None of his friendships would be possible if not for this moment right here, for this trust he puts in her. "I'm trusting you. Don't make me regret it." He also warns her about Anna because he knows how he's gonna be once they open the tomb. "You know Anna won't stop, by the way, no matter what I do."

Elena does more than just take her necklace off for Damon. She's offering herself to him as leverage against Bonnie. She went from being Anna's leverage to being Damon's. "You and I are going that way." That's why Damon directs her away from Matt and Caroline, and why Sheila is worried. "Are you sure that Damon will come back with her?" Because Elena went from being Anna's leverage to being Damon's, Anna abducts Jeremy for leverage. A kidnapping that jumps off Damon's scene with Anna. "Got a hot date or are you just plan on nabbing the entire Gilbert family?" Elena is adorable with her lack of witch knowledge. Damon gets a blood bag ready for Katherine. An act that paints a clear picture for Elena. He isn't planning or expecting Katherine to feed on innocents. "I can't wait to get rid of you." This was Stefan's entire plan with his betrayal, but he's gonna get a rude awakening. I feel for Jeremy. He just lost his vampire girlfriend, now he's falling for another vampire. And Tyler... he seems to be completely alone at this party. I love Caroline's comment to Matt. "Damon was there, and he was always such a jerk to me. And I wanted to show off that I was with a good guy."

Damon is a smart guy. He takes one look at the witches and asks Elena if she's ready. He trusts her, but he doesn't trust them. "You think I'm gonna go in there by myself so you can seal me in?" He has no idea that the seal already exists. "Look, he needs leverage." Elena knows her role lol. Ben is way too cocky, so I'm glad Stefan kills him. What I hate about Stefan in this scene, is his attempt to deny Anna access to her mother. He actually plans to stop her. "Yeah, I think we'll skip the dead mom bonding so you can start serving a purpose." Given Anna's comment from earlier in the episode, and the fact that Stefan is trying to stop her from reuniting with her mother, I consider Damon the better choice to escort Elena at the Miss Mystic pageant in 1x19. Stefan is the wrong brother to honor Elena's mother. "Are you going to say eternal life? You really that stupid?" This is exactly what Stefan feels about vampires. He can't love Elena as one.

Damon reacts as I expected him to. He's already separated from Elena, desperate to find the love of his life. Stefan returns to find out that she went into the tomb with Damon. He's about to run in and get her despite knowing Damon came with a blood bag for Katherine and despite knowing every vampire in that tomb can't move because they've been desiccating. Idiotic for him to feel the need to save her at this point. "You were never planning on breaking the spell, were you?" Stefan should've known better. He was there when Damon nearly killed Bonnie. A single scream from Elena, and he rushes in despite knowing there's a seal on the tomb and he can't get out.

"Help me or I'll do it alone." This is why Sheila dies. She knows Bonnie won't survive if she does it alone, so she self-sacrifices. It's because Bonnie is doing it to save Stefan that she treats Stefan the way she does when she returns home. Sheila is Bree's parallel. I love Elena in these tomb scenes. "We can't leave him in there. We promised him. Both of us." They don't actually show this, I think Elena said it because she refuses to betray Damon's trust. I love Anna's comment to Elena. "I just wanted my mother back. Jeremy's fine. He's outside. I won't touch him." Elena is getting a close-up view of what she didn't understand. They're not just vampires, they're loved ones. "It's not worth spending all of eternity down here. She's not worth it!" Stefan is a crappy brother. He wouldn't be saying this if it were Elena rather than Katherine. Damon is suffering an extreme confusion. He doesn't understand why she's not there. He refuses to leave the tomb for Stefan. His trust is in Elena, so he needed to hear it from her.

An Atlanta hug. Stefan no longer has Elena all to himself. Like Katherine, she's the one who gets to make all the rules. Elena apologizes to Damon again because he basically lost Katherine again. He hits Anna's mostel room and attacks Pearl. "Why do you get a happy ending? Why do you get it and I don't?" This is not his happy ending, Elena is. Damon is beside himself. He doesn't hate them, he just hates not having what they have. Sheila's death and Damon's scene by the fire combine for one soundtrack. The fire is symbolic to Fell's Church.

This is what Emily warned Stefan about in 1x9. "WIth one comes all." With Stefan comes 26 vampires with the addition of Damon and Anna. Katherine would've made 27. Watch how Bonnie treats Stefan now.

[imaginefan]

Make Me

Finn Mikaelson X Reader

Word Count: 1394

Request: Anon

Request: Hey, can you make one Finn Mikaelson x reader one shot when he’s afraid of hurting her, so she’s comfort him? Something fluffy, please. I love your writing

Finn was known for hurting people, it didn't matter who they were whether he loved or hated them and that was why he found it so hard to understand why you were still there, you were a girl that he never meant to meet or get close to after all he was supposed to be dying, his mother was supposed to kill him but that plan went wrong in so many ways that he wasn't even sure that it was going to work anymore either way, you ended up sticking by him and it seemed that you were getting closer until one day you weren't his siblings had made an appearance but it wasn't like you knew who they were, he told you that he didn't get along with his family but that was all that you knew.

You were sitting in a little cafe in town you had a cup of coffee next to you and a textbook out to your left and a notebook to your right as you poured over some study material a shadow cast over your table and you smirked: "took you long enough to get here." You mumbled as you looked up but you frowned, it wasn't Finn. "Sorry, I thought that you were someone else, can I help you?" You asked. "Someone said that you would know where my brother Finn is." You raised an eyebrow at the male, your hand moved to your bag as it closed around the vervain spray, there was something that you hadn't told Finn and that was that you were a hunter, you knew what he was and who his family were and the fact that you were looking at Klaus Mikaelson right now put you on edge. "I assume you know who I am." He smirked as he sat opposite you. "So Finn talks about his family?" "Nope." You shook your head before picking up the coffee on the table "he never speaks about you, Rebekah, Elijah or Kol." You shrugged "my parents did though, didn't like you at all but they were hunters so what could you do." "And now you are in bed with a vampire," Klaus smirked as he leaned forward. "I like you, I do wish that we were on the same side." "Well we're not and I have laces to be and exams to study for." You informed him before putting some money on the table but before you could walk away from the table Klaus grabbed your wrist. "I'm not done talking to you." He said and you rolled your eyes before grabbing the vervain and spraying it on his hand, he snatched his hand back and that allowed you to leave the cafe, thinking that you saw a flash of Finn before going home.

That night Finn was supposed to be coming over but when he didn't show, you were worried that his siblings had managed to find him but just as you were about to go and find out for yourself your phone buzzed, it was a text from Finn telling you that he wouldn't be able to make it so you relaxed a little and decided to just go on with the rest of your evening. The ease only lasted a couple of days, you had seen Finn around but he seemed to be avoiding you now, you didn't know why but if you were right and you did see him that day he probably heard your conversation with his brother and maybe even thought that you were dangerous, or using him, you had been to his apartment on may occasions so you just decided to make your way over there. You knocked and no one answered, you twisted the doorknob and the door swung open, you knew that you didn't need to but you called out for him anyway no one answered so you took a seat in his living room and waited. "Your lucky I didn't kill you," Finn commented as he walked into the living room. "Sure I am." You mumbled as you turned to look at him, he didn't even stop for a second as he walked straight into the kitchen. "You don't want to know why I'm here?" "I don't care why you're here." He answered. "Is this because I'm a hunter or because you saw me talking to your brother?" You asked, he didn't answer and you rolled your eyes "Well for your information your brother found me. Apparently someone told him that I knew where you were, I didn't tell him anything though." "I know that." He answered. "Then what the hell is going on?" You asked. "Why won't you even look at me?  I don't plan on living a hunters life, I wouldn't be doing all this studying if I did-" "This isn't about you being a hunter either." He cut you off "it's not even about you." He answered honestly. "What are you talking about?" You asked. "This is about you getting hurt." He answered. "I'm not hurt." You frowned. "Klaus grabbed me but I'm not hurt." You rolled up your sleeve, shoving your wrist in his face "see." "You’re not hurt yet." He answered, "but being around me is just going to get you hurt, everyone is looking for me and that means that they are going to try and get to me through you." "You think I'm safer without you around?" You asked. "Of course you are." He clenched his fists "I'm a monster just like the rest of my family, if they don't hurt you I will, it's only a matter of time." You shook your head and laughed, it caused him to look at you. "You want to know something?" You asked. "The only reason that I'm even living a semi-normal life right now is you. I'll show you." You took his hand and walked him into his living room, you sat down and kicked off your shoes, you rolled up your trouser leg to reveal a rather nasty scar. "This is from a wolf from a pack that my family had been hunting, they figured that if they got me they'd be able to trade their lives for mine, didn't work out for them, they found me too late and it was a full moon, I just about managed to escape." Finn walked over running his fingers over the scar. "This was why you were limping when we met?" He asked and you nodded. "My family put Me in danger everyday but being with you means that most things don't bother coming after me." You answered. "It's far more trouble to fight a Mikaelson." "That doesn't stop me from hurting you." He dismissed you and you rolled your eyes before proceeding to point out and explain every scar on your body once you were done you looked at him again. "Did I mention you once?" You asked and he shook his head. "You've caused me no harm, in fact, you've probably saved me from far more." "How can you say all that knowing who I am?" He asked and you looked at him and smiled. "Finn I've heard about you many times but I only believe what I've seen and what I've seen is a man that wants to be loved and understood the same as anyone else and I promise you that you deserve that and I'm willing to give that to you." You promised. "But if you want me to leave then you have to make me." You took off the vervain bracelet and put it on the coffee table in front of you "choice is yours."  Finn leaned forward hands resting gently on your cheeks, he could see the tears welling up in your eyes before his gaze drifted to your parted lips, it took him only a second to decide what he really wanted and that was you as close to him as possible, knowing that he could hurt you was one thing but knowing that there were other who can and will hurt you as soon as he was gone was far different. He wanted to be the one to protect you to keep you safe, you gave being a monster a purpose and he'd be named if he let you go now.

He leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours.

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[lovedbydeath]

Putting this here because........ idk I guess because it’s related to the previous post. I started writing this in the tags but then realized I should just make it its own post haha. It’s mostly me thinking to myself

SO, in The Vampire Diaries, where Dalamus gets his faceclaim from (Damon Salvatore) and a lot of his characterization based off of Damon, there is an herb used against vampires--Vervain/Verbena.

It can be put in a locket or generally worn on one’s person to grant immunity to Vampiric Compulsion (a power in which vampires establish eye contact and then can “compel” you to do something).

If a vampire makes physical contact with vervain in any form, it burns them.

It can be distilled into water to use to soak things in “vervain water”. Some people bathed in it.

Can be put into food and drinks for stealthy consumption

If consumed by a vampire, it causes severe damage to their throat and digestive tract and makes them extremely feverish and weak.

If eaten by a human, it makes the person’s blood unappealing to a vampire (though the vampire usually won’t know the person has vervain in their system until they take a bite and taste the blood, consequently getting burned, so it’s not exactly protection against vampire attacks)

Can be rubbed on weapons to cause wounds in vampires which will take much longer to heal.

By itself, it’s not usually lethal to vampires, but definitely a useful weakness to exploit.

And I’m wondering if there’s vervain or some equivalent in TES that can be used to similar effect. I don’t see why not, since most of the flora and fauna is analogous if not identical to our own.

On one hand, I think it’d be a neat idea to give characters more protection against vampires since, other than magic and silver, there’s not a ton to fight against vampires with as it is.

On the other hand, if every character can obtain this multi-use herb, I wouldn’t want to completely nullify the threat of vampires. But maybe it’s only useful on ”lesser” strains of vampire. Dalamus is considered a lesser strain of vampire--I like to think his lack of vampiric skills/powers are a trade-off for being able to pass as just another Dunmer and walk in the sun largely unaffected.

It’d make vampire hunters more dangerous, too. Especially with my idea that they are occasionally called into town to sus out vampires. Vampires being loners even when among people makes a ton of sense with that context.

Vampire hunters probably grow the stuff themselves or at least harvest it much more than anyone else, making it not exactly readily available for the layperson but still a reasonable possibility. Not to mention the fact that not everyone even believes that vampires exist.

Idk if it’d be better to headcanon it as having been known for a while or not. It’s a neat idea to think of people discovering it on accident.

[daylight-imagines]

You Lost Me

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x Reader

Summary: You thought Klaus loved you. But if he did, how could he trade your life?

Word Count: 1,032

Warning(s): Angst. 

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What had started out as a normal day quickly turned into a nightmare. Klaus had stormed into the Abattoir. You knew something was wrong before he started ranting about how someone had stolen the white oak stake. He didn’t give you any more of an explanation before he left, telling you to stay there until he came back. Being alone in the compound caused your anxiety to grow. The man you loved was out hunting down someone who had the only thing that could kill him. It hadn't crossed your mind that you might be the one in danger.

A few hours had passed since Klaus left, and you were in the kitchen pouring yourself a glass of blood when you heard something in the other room. You walked out of the kitchen to see what was going on. You realized someone was behind you a second too late, and everything went black.

When you woke up, you were alone in a small room. It was dark and didn’t have any windows; you guessed it was a basement, but you had no idea where you were. And the lack of windows meant you had no idea how long you’d been there. The aching in your neck made it clear your neck had been snapped. Your arms were tied to the chair, and you could feel the vervain burning your skin. You guessed they had also given you a shot of it because of how weak you felt. You jumped slightly when the door opened. A man walked in a smiled when he saw you were awake.

“I bet you’re wondering why you’re here, sweetheart,” he said. “You can thank your boyfriend.”

“You’re the one who took the stake.”

“Yeah, and he was desperate to get it back. So desperate, he offered you up as a trade.”

You felt your stomach drop and shook your head. That isn’t something you could believe. You’d been with Klaus for more than one-hundred years. You took a deep breath, trying to clear the lump that had formed in your throat.

“Klaus wouldn’t do that.”

“I’m sorry, but he did. I guess power was more important to him than you.”

He reached out to wipe away a tear that had fallen down your face, and you jerked away.

“Anyways, you can go.”

Shock overtook your features, and he laughed. “Why?”

“We wanted to hurt Klaus Mikaelson,” he said as he cut the ropes that tied you down. “Taking you from him is the best way to do that.”

“What makes you think I won’t go back to him as soon as I’m out of here?”

That wasn’t going to happen and you both knew it. Things with Klaus had never been easy. But he had never done anything like this. He’d never willingly traded your life away. It was difficult to breathe.

“Have a nice life, Y/n. It’ll be a lot better without that hybrid in it.”

You barely remembered leaving the building. All you could think about was Klaus. Betrayal settled into your gut. Every step you took towards the Abattoir hurt; it felt like someone had ripped your heart out. You tried to rationalize and understand why he had done it, but no matter what you came up with, it didn’t make it okay. This wasn’t something you could just forgive Klaus for.

The Abattoir came into view, and you took a deep breath. As you got closer, you could hear people talking inside. You knew what you had to do, and one could stop you. You opened the door and headed for the stairs. The talking from the other room stopped, and you heard them walk out.

Klaus’s eyes widened when he saw you. “Y/n?”

You ignored him and didn’t stop until you made it to your bedroom—the one you shared with Klaus. After grabbing a bag out of the closet, you started throwing your clothes in it. Everything that belonged to you and would fit ended up in the bag. You made sure to leave out anything Klaus had given you. The things that would remind you of him and what had happened.

“What are you doing, love?” He reached out towards, and you stepped back.

“Don’t you dare touch me.” Tears filled your eyes when you turned towards him.

“Lease let me exp-”

“I don’t want to hear it. I only want to know one thing,” you said. “Tell me he was lying. Tell me you didn’t do it.”

He looked at you in shock, and you scoffed. He hadn’t expected you to know.

“Stay away from me. Don’t ever speak to me again.”

You shoved past him to get out the door. He followed you down the stairs, calling your name. You passed his siblings as you marched out of the building. They all looked shocked and you couldn’t help but wonder if they knew. Or if they agreed. Over the hundred years you’d been with Klaus, they had become your family too. It hurt that they’d be okay with what he did.

“Leave me alone, Klaus.”

He followed you all the way to your car.  You threw your bag inside, and he grabbed your arm. He turned you to face him.

“Love, please. I didn’t want you to get hurt.”

“You traded my life, Klaus. What if they hadn’t let me go? What if they’d killed me?”

He looked down. “I wouldn’t have let that happen.”

“And what exactly were you doing to stop it?”

“Y/n, I’m sorry.”

“I have forgiven you for so many things, Klaus.” You blinked back the tears that threatened to fall. “But I can’t forgive you for this.”

You opened the car door but didn’t get in. “Did you at least get it back?”

He nodded, and you climbed into the front seat. You sighed when he said your name and looked up.

“I love you,” he said. “I don’t want to lose you.”

“You lost me the moment you traded my life.”

With a sigh, you closed the door and started the car. You didn’t look back as you drove away. The best option was to leave New Orleans. You couldn’t be near Klaus.  

A/n: I’d love to know what you think. There will be a part 2.

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Keeping Secrets Ch. 23

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“What are you going to do to me?” Katie asked angrily from the chair that she was tied to with vervain soaked ropes. Jonas, Luka’s father, brought her to an abandoned warehouse in the middle of nowhere.

“Elijah told me that you once had a mental block put up on your old memories.” Jonas told her as he looked at the grimoire in his hands. I’m going to attempt to do the opposite.”

“Attempt?” Katie asked with wide eyes, afraid of what would happen to her mind if he failed.

“Don't worry. Elijah made it very clear that I am not to harm you.” He told her and she looked down at the bindings on her wrists then back at him. “Mentally.”

“Elijah is dead, Alaric killed him. Why are you doing this?” she asked, confused.

“Alaric also removed the dagger after stabbing him. I’m guessing your boyfriend didn’t know it has to stay in for Elijah to stay dead. He woke up shortly after and came to me. I located you and Elena. He went after Elena. I am taking care of you.” he answered.

She groaned and let her head fall back. “I wouldn’t call giving me memories I don’t want taking care of me.”

“I’m sorry you don’t want them, but I can’t go against Elijah.” He informed her.

Katie lifted her head back up and rolled her eyes. “You want your daughter back, I get it.” She sighed. “But I am begging you. Do not do this to me.”

“Let's just get this over with.” Jonas walked over holding the grimoire in one hand as he placed the other on her forehead. He started chanting something that sounded similar to what she remembered Sheila chanting, but she wasn't able to think about it before memories from another time started flooding her head sending a searing pain through her temples.

She screamed out, fighting the ropes that bound her. “Please, please stop. It hurts, please!” She screamed, but Jonas kept going.

~1827~

“Ronan has asked for your hand in marriage.” Hannah’s father, a harsh and abusive man, told her from where he sat behind his desk. “In two weeks you shall be his wife.”

“But I do not love Ronan.” Eighteen year old Hannah argued, earning a scoff from her red headed father, his mean, green eyes framed by bushy eyebrows glared down at her.

“Love is for children and fools.” He scolded her. “Ronan comes from a respected family and for some reason he has taken a liking to you.” He informed her, making her frown deepen. “I have no earthly idea why. It's not as if you are a rare beauty to be sought after.” Hannah, had she not been accustomed to such insults, would have felt a punch in the gut from his statement. “You will marry him.”

“I have no say in the matter?” She asked, standing from the chair across from his desk in anger. “It is my hand he asks for. I should have the right to accept or reject him.”

Her insolence caused her father to stand from the chair and backhand her across the cheek before he grabbed her chin in his strong hand and got in her face. “Ronan may very well be the only chance you have to marry. I can not for the life of me see why he would want to wed an atrocious, ill mannered woman such as you. I refuse to have you under my roof for the rest of my life.” He practically threw her away from him with a growl. “You will marry him.”

Later that night she caught her mother alone in her bedroom, sitting in a chair at a vanity combing her wavy brown hair. "You know you are not allowed in here, Hannah." Her mother chided her not looking at her.

"Mother, please, I do not want to marry Ronan." Hannah pleaded with her beautiful mother.

"What is so bad about him?" Her mother asked dismissively. "He is handsome and he likes you."

"But I do not love him, Mother." Hannah argued.

"Pish posh." Her mother answered with a shrug.

"Mother, please, talk father out of making me marry him." Hannah begged.

"Get out of here before your father catches you." Her mother told her with a wave of her hand to the door. "No sense in both of us catching a beating."

Instead of going to her own room she slid into bed with her sister. “So you are to marry Ronan?” her fifteen year old sister asked as they both stared out into the darkness.

“Yes.” Hanna answered sadly.

“I know you do not love him, but you are lucky.” Her sister told her, the innocence in her young voice brought tears to Hannah’s eyes. “He is nice, unlike father. You will be getting out of here. You will be free.”

“Do you know what men expect of their wives?” Hannah asked knowing she shouldn’t taint her sister’s innocence with talk of consummating a marriage.

“You will have to have sex with him.” she answered, shocking Hannah with her knowledge. “Think about it sister. Is having sex really worse than thrashings from a cat of nine tails?”

“It is if I do not love him and do not want to be with him.” Katie answered, getting sick to her stomach at the thought of her wedding night.

“Do you love another?” her sister asked and Hannah shook her head before realizing that her sister couldn’t see her in their dark room.

“No. I simply wish to die an old maid.” She answered with a lie. What she really wished for was a love like no other. She longed for butterflies, adventure, a spark that would ignite something in her and consume her.

“Perhaps you will grow to love him.” her sister suggested sounding hopeful.

Tears silently slipped down Hannah’s cheeks, soaking into her bright curls. “Perhaps.”

Hannah’s sister had been right. She did grow to love Ronan and they lived a comfortable life together away from her father and mother. However the love they shared was that of friends and didn’t hold a flame to the life that Katie longed for. A year after they married Hannah gave birth to their son, her only source of true joy. A year after Jonah was born, Hannah’s sister married Ronan’s younger brother. However yellow fever took him from her leaving her a childless widow. Hannah and Ronan opened their doors to her to keep her from returning to their abusive father.

~1835~

Ronan took a job on a trade ship, leaving Hannah and seven year old Jonah alone. Three months after his departure, Elijah found them in the forest near her house.

~1836~

Jonah sat at the head of the table since it was his eighth birthday, Elijah and Hannah sitting on each side of him, eating the dinner of deer stew and burned biscuits. Elijah had been with them for eight months. “Fiona could have directed me to someone who could cook.” He told her with a smirk at the burned biscuit he held in his hand, examining it for any bite that wasn’t charred.

“I don’t think anyone else would have accepted you.” Hannah countered. “Besides, it is not like you actually need food to survive.” She pointed out with a smirk of her own.

“True.” He told her as he set the biscuit back in the bowl.

“Mother may I be excused?” Jonah asked, eager to pay with his new toys.

“Yes, you may.” Hannah told him and the boy bounced down from his chair and over to the fireplace to play quietly.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what happened to his father?” Elijah asked, watching Jonah play.

“He uh…” Hannah started twisting her plain gold band. “He left on a trade ship a year ago and has yet to return.” She told him as she continued to play with her ring as she looked over at Jonah and noticed the fire was getting low and the temperature in the cabin was dropping. “I need to get more firewood.” She announced as she stood from the table and headed to the door.

“I will get it.” he offered as he stood.

“No, I…I could use the fresh air.” She told him then went outside. She was stacking logs in her arms when she saw them…glowing yellow eyes that caused her heart to stop. The last time she had seen them was when her sister was attacked and killed by a wolf.

Elijah was sitting at the dinner table, finishing his stew when he heard Hannah’s ear piercing scream. “Stay inside.” He told Jonah as she ran out to the wood pile to see Hannah on the ground as a wolf tore into her shoulder.

“Elijah!” she screamed as he sped over and grabbed the wolf. It bit him on the arm as he threw it off of Hannah. It ran off into the woods.

With the wolf gone, Elijah kneeled down next to her, wrapped his arm around her back and lifted her up as he bit his wrist and placed it to her lips. “Drink, please.” He told her with fear in his eyes. Hannah did as told and swallowed the blood that filled her mouth. He swept her wild curls to the side and watched as the massive spot of mangled flesh healed leaving just a bloody spot behind. Still shaking in fear she stared at him with tears on her eyes. As relief washed over him he pulled her into him. “You are okay. You are safe.” he sighed as she swayed her side to side as if she were a frightened child. Still slightly in shock Hannah wrapped her arms around his neck and he picked her up standing her on her feet again. “Let’s get you inside.” he wrapped his arm around her waist and helped her to the cabin.

He left her in her bedroom to get cleaned up while he got more wood to keep them warm. When he got back inside and started stoking the fire back to life Jonah asked, “Is mother okay?”

“Yes, she will be fine.” He told the young boy as she finished with the fire. “For now it is time you went to sleep.” He motioned over to the small bed in the corner of the living area.

“Can I play with my toys just a little bit longer?” the boy begged, but stood from the floor as he did.

“Your toys will still be there in the morning.” Elijah told him and the boy set the toys down then went to his bed. Elijah followed him, and tucked him in the way Hannah did every night.

“I’m worried about Mother.” Jonah told Elijah as he pulled the covers up to the boy's chin.

“She will be fine, she’s just scared of the wolves.” Elijah assured him.

“That is not why I am worried.” Jonah told Elijah as he stood up. “I hear her crying when she thinks I’m asleep.”

“I am sure she just misses your father.” He replied and the young boy shook his head no.

“She cried even before father left.” The boy’s words made Elijah frown and looked at Hannah’s bedroom door.

“You have no reason to worry. Now,” he pulled the covers up a little higher and patted Jonah’s shoulder, “go to sleep.”

“Yes, sir.” Jonah replied then closed his eyes.

Elijah blew out the oil lamp then went to Hannah’s door and knocked. She opened it and gave him a questioning look as she watched him tap absentmindedly on the doorframe. “I just wanted to make sure you are okay.” He told her then looked up from the doorframe to meet her eyes. She jerked her head for him to come in and stepped aside. He came in and she closed the door behind him. “I am okay. Thank you for healing me.” She told him as she set down on her bed and motioned him to the chair that sat at her roll top desk.

"You are welcome." He told her with a polite nod as he sat down and propped his elbow up on the desk.

"That wolf that attacked me...they only come around on a full moon." Hannah started. "They’re not normal wolves."

"They are lycanthrope." He informed her.

"You have seen them before?" She asked with a curious head tilt.

"Yes. They are shape-shifters. On any given day they appear to be human, but they are not." Hannah had grown to love listening to him speak. "They are fast, strong, quick to heal, but on a full moon they transform into wolves. While in wolf form they only have one thing on their mind, killing whoever they come upon. However their prey of choice is vampires." Hannah watched him as he spoke, becoming relaxed by the sound of his voice. "I am afraid it is my fault they found their way here and attacked you." He told her with remorseful eyes.

"It is not your fault. They have been terrorizing us since we moved here." She told him as she looked down at her hands in her lap. "I am glad you are here. If you hadn't saved me my son would be alone, left to fend for himself in this cruel world." She then noticed that the bite on his arm hadn’t healed and he looked pale and clammy. "That wound," she pointed at the bite that could be seen through the tear in his white sleeve, "Why has it not healed?"

"I'm afraid it will not heal for some time." She gave him a questioning look. "A lycanthrope bite is like that of a snake. It releases a toxin that is fatal to vampires." He pushed his sleeve up revealing the ugly bite.

"You are going to die?" She asked, saddened by the possibility.

"If I were any other vampire, yes, but I am an original. It will make me sick and delusional, however as soon as the venom is out of my system I will be fine."

Hannah stood and tentatively pressed her palm to his forehead. "You are burning up." She observed. "Lie on the bed. I will get a wet cloth for your head."

"You do not need to make a fuss." He told her in an attempt to stop her.

"You saved my life. The least I can do is make you more comfortable." She told him as she grabbed a cloth from under the wash basin and poured some cool water over it. She expected to see him lying on the bed when she turned around, but he was gone. "Or not." She tried to stay awake until he returned, but she ended up falling asleep.

When she woke up she went into the living area to see him asleep on his makeshift bed across the room from her son’s. Jonah was awake, sitting at the dining table eating one of the biscuits. "He came in right after sunrise." The little boy informed her. "Is he okay?"

"Yes. He had a bad night is all.” She told him as she set her hand on top of his head. Hearing them talking, Elijah began to stir. Katie walked over and kneeled down as she placed her hand on his shoulder making him open his eyes. “Why don’t you take my bed so Jonah and I won’t keep bothering you?”

“I am fine here.” He told her then closed his eyes again.

Katie left her hand on his shoulder as she looked at Jonah. “Take your toys outside, fresh air will do you good.”

“Yes, Mother.” The boy replied and as soon as he was out of sight Hannah turned her attention back to Elijah.

“You haven’t eaten since noon yesterday.” She pointed out and Elijah opened his eyes again.

“I assure you I am fine.” He insisted, but Hannah wasn’t going to let him off the hook that easily.

“You look like death warmed over. You need rest and no one can rest well on an empty stomach. Please, eat.” She told him as she held her wrist out to him.

“You are a stubborn woman.” He complained as he sat up and took her arm in his hands.

“Only when I care.” She told him right before he sank his teeth into her wrist making her wince in pain. When he released her she flipped her hand over to look at her wrist only to see the bite heal before her eyes. She gave him a small smile as she reached up and brushed his long wavy hair out of his face, taking in his improved color. “There, that’s better.” He took her hand from his head sending butterflies through her from the skin contact, as he gave her a small smile of his own. “Now,” she stood up taking her hand from his as she jerked her head to the bedroom, “off to bed with you.”

After the wolf incident something about their relationship changed. They saw each other in a new light, as companions instead of strangers helping each other survive. They started talking more, sharing their lives and getting to know one another. He made her smile and laugh more than anyone ever had before.

A few months later the three of them sat at the dinner table. As usual Jonah sat at the head of the table while Elijah and Hannah sat across from each other. Hannah glanced up from her dinner to the man sitting across from her to see him already looking at her. A blush warmed her cheeks as she turned her eyes back to her bowl. A few seconds later she felt his foot touch hers. She thought it was an accident, but when it happened again she looked up to see him give her a small smile. She blushed again and nudged his foot with hers. “Mother, are you feeling well? Your face looks funny?” Jonah asked, making both she and Elijah laugh awkwardly at the boy’s observation.

Yes, Jonah, I am feeling just fine. If you are finished you may be excused." The boy nodded and hopped down out of the chair, putting his empty plate in the wash basin before he went to the coffee table that Elijah had built and started playing. "Are you ever going to tell me why you are hiding away here in the woods with a married woman and her son?" She asked as she pulled her feet out of his reach.

"Perhaps after Jonah turns in for the night." He answered quietly.

Soon they settled in the living room. She knitted while Jonah read a book and Elijah whittled away at a small piece of wood. "What time is it?" She asked then watched as Elijah looked at his pocket watch.

"Five after ten." He answered then set his whittling aside.

"Alright Jonah. Off to bed with you." She prompted earning a whine from the boy. "Don’t complain." She scolded him gently as he put away his toys and headed to his bed.

"Will you sing to me?" He asked. Hannah looked at him with a sigh then to Elijah.

"I would like to hear as well." Elijah told her with a small encouraging smile.

Jonah had asked her to sing every other night, but she hadn't been able to make herself with Elijah as an audience. "What would you like to hear?"

"Father's favorite please." He answered with an excited, but sleepy smile.

"Very well." She told him with a smile as she laid her hand on him and started singing The Parting Glass. By the time the song was through Jonah was asleep. She pulled the blanket higher up around him then stood and turned to see that Elijah had fallen asleep as well. She smiled to herself as she placed her hand on his shoulder and rubbed it, waking him up gently. When he opened his eyes and they found her face, she jerked her head to her bedroom.

He got up and followed her, watching as she shut the door behind them to keep from waking Jonah. "I Apologize. I didn't mean to fall asleep, but I find your singing voice to be very comforting."

"I feel the same about your voice." She admitted with a coy smile. "So please, tell me what brought you here." She sat down on her bed and he sat on the stool in the room.

"My mother was a witch, she cast the spell on all of us, making us what we are, including herself. She died. My father…lives on, trying to kill my siblings and me. He believes us monsters that need to be removed from the world. Out of the seven children my mother bore Niklaus, Rebekah and I are all that remains." He answered not looking at her but at the wooden floor of the room. “We split up to make it harder for our father to track us.”

"So that is why you are here?" She asked with a frown. "To hide from your father?" Elijah nodded, still not looking at her. Even when she slipped from the bed and walked the few steps over to him he did not look up. She tentatively reached out and placed her hand on his cheek. "Elijah." She whispered his name and he finally looked up at her with a hardened reserve in his chocolate brown eyes. "I know what it is like to have a father that despises you. You are welcome here as long as you'd like."

"You are too kind." He told her as he reached up and gently grabbed her wrist talking her hand from his face as he stood up. "Good night, Hannah."

The whole next week Elijah became distant, all smiles and flirtations stopped. Growing more worried Jonah found his mother hanging the wet laundry on the line while Elijah went out hunting. "Is Mr. Mikaelson mad at us?" He asked Hannah to stop what she was doing to look down at the young man.

"He is only mad at me." She replied not knowing that Elijah stood off in the distance listening to them.

"Why?" He asked.

Hannah kneeled down to be eye level with the boy. "Some people...they don't like getting too familiar or too close to others. They stay away for fear of caring too much."

"Why would someone be afraid of caring?" Jonah asked, confused.

"Because when you care about another person it means that they can hurt you, even if they do not mean to." She told him.

"I don’t understand." He told her with confusion in his young innocent eyes.

"You will one day." She assured him as she stood up. "But for today why don't you go milk Millie?" The boy nodded and ran off to milk the cow.

Later that night Katie laid in her plush bed, tears of loneliness slipping from her eyes, wetting the feather pillow beneath her head.

Elijah in turn laid awake listening to the rain beating down on the wooden roof of the cabin. "She's crying again." Jonah's sleepy voice pulled Elijah from his thoughts and made him tune his ears into the bedroom where he heard Hannah's quiet sobs.

"She will be okay." He told the boy as he sat up and looked into Jonah's eyes. "Go back to sleep." Compelled to do so, Jonah laid down his head and closed his eyes.

Elijah knocked softly on Hannah's door, then listened as she came to it and opened it just a crack. "Yes?" She asked, keeping her eyes down cast so he couldn't see the redness of them.

"May I have a word?" Hannah nodded and stepped back letting him inside before she shut the door and turned to see him tapping the corner of her oil lit writing desk in thought. "I apologize for my behavior here of late." He said while looking down at his hand.

"I should be the one apologizing." She replied, making him look up at her, confusion. "I...overstepped and made you uncomfortable... I'm sorry."

"You did not make me uncomfortable or overstep." He told her as he turned to her and tucked his hands into the pockets on his trousers. "You showed me kindness and I shut you out. I am sorry."

"It's quite alright." She assured him as she sat down on her bed.

He sat down on the chair at the desk. "I would like to get to know you better."

"What would you like to know that I haven’t already told you?" She asked as she brought her feet up onto the bed and tucked them to the side.

"How did you come to know your husband?" He asked as he leaned back in the chair with an interested look on his face.

"My family and I met him at his family's barn raising. They were new to the community. My sister was taken with Ronan from the start, but he was taken with me. Said he knew from the moment his eyes landed on me that he would ask for my hand one day. So when I came of age he did." She answered as she watched him rest his arm on the desk, listening to her with a slight squint to his eyes. "I did not want to marry him. Not just because my sister fancied him, but because I didn't." She let her eyes fall to the thick cream quilt on her bed. "I know it broke my sister’s heart when I told her he had asked for my hand, but she never said so. She told me I was lucky to be getting away from our parents."

"If you didn’t want to marry him, why did you?" He asked with a frown.

"Because... while my father was harsh his words were true. He informed me that love is for children and fools. And I would be a fool to pass up Roman's generous offer because it would be my only one. No man would want an atrocious, unattractive, ill mannered woman like me."

"What a cruel man to speak such a way about his daughter." Elijah said with a frown.

"Like I said. I know what it is like to be despised." She replied, still looking down at her hands.

Things got quiet between them as she got lost in thought and Elijah let her words sink in. After a while he broke it. "It is late. I should turn in for the night."

He started to open the door, but Hannah spoke up, "Elijah?" He turned back to her. She wanted to tell him he could have the other half of her bed, but she knew it was improper to share a bed with a man you are not married to. So instead she said, "Goodnight."

He gave her a small close lipped smile and a "goodnight." as he pulled the door open and walked out.

Winter turned to spring and with spring came school. Since they lived so far from town Jonah stayed the week days at the trading post in town with Fiona. It was an arrangement that the two women had worked out right after Ronan left. With every passing day Hannah started to lose hope that Ronan would ever return and in doing so started letting herself develop feelings for Elijah.

One late spring night a loud sharp howl sounded causing Katie to shoot straight up in bed. "Elijah?" She called shakily hoping he was awake to hear her.

He came into her room and saw her standing beside her bed, looking right at him even though she couldn’t see him. "I'm right here." He told her as he slid his arm around her waist using the fact that she was scared as an excuse to hold her close.

Her heart rate increased, at his touch that sent a spark of pleasure through her sending the butterflies in her stomach into a tizzy. When another howl sounded Katie jumped closer to Elijah out of instinct. Without thinking she pressed her hands to his chest. "Is it the lycanthrope?"

"No." He answered confidently.

"How are you so sure?" She asked. He let go of her, went to the window and pulled the curtain back. He motioned to the crescent moon with his hand held out to the side. She walked over and ducked her head to look out the window and saw the bright crescent in the clear sky. "Oh." She answered with a blush as she stood up straight and looked at him in the very dim moonlight. Not feeling like going to bed just yet she felt her way to the oil lamp and lit it, brightening the room so she could see him plainly. “I guess I look silly now don’t I?” she asked as she brushed a lock of curls behind her ear.

“Perhaps just a…” he held his pointer finger and thumb up in a pinching gesture, “little.” He gave her a smile that told her he was picking with her.

Hannah laughed at herself in embarrassment and scratched the back of her neck. “I…” she wanted to tell him how much she liked him and that he made her feel things she had never felt before, but the only man she had ever been with was Roman and it was simply for procreation, never for fun. She didn’t know how to flirt or even how to touch a man in a way that conveyed how she was feeling. “I don’t know how to say what I wish to.” She told him then lifted her eyes from the floor to watch his eyes that squinted at her then relaxed when he realized what she was trying to tell him. Deciding it would be easier to show him what she wanted, rather than tell him, she closed the space between them to just a few inches and placed her hands on his chest.

Elijah could hear her heart start racing from the contact and as soon as she looked up at him through her lashes he grabbed the back of her head and pulled her into him, catching her top lip between his. The sensation his kiss sent though her to her core pulled a sound from deep within her that she had never made before, a pleasured moan. A trail of kisses left tingles along her jaw to her neck pulling another moan from her. “You are trembling.” He observed as he pulled back and slid his hand that wasn’t cupping the back of her head over her thin sleeping gown covered shoulder.

“I have never felt like this before.” She admitted with a whisper as she opened her eyes and looked into his.

“And how do you feel?” he asked as he gazed back at her.

Her eyes dropped to her hands on his chest as she slid them up to hold each side of his neck. “Alive.” She answered as she looked back up at him as a smile pulled at the corner of his lips. “Your touch sends a spark…like lightning through my skin.” With a look in his eyes she’d never seen before and couldn’t identify, he slid his hand down her arm and grabbed her hand off his neck to hold it in his, causing her heart to start racing again. “Do you feel it too or am I going insane?” she asked with worried eyes.

Elijah kissed the palm of her hand, making her eyes flutter then placed it back on his neck. “I feel it too.” Those four words were all she needed to hear to give into what she was feeling and she threw herself into him, kissing him with a hunger that she couldn’t control. In two swift movements her human eyes barely caught their night clothes were gone and he pulled her back into him. With another swift movement he grabbed her curvy waist and picked her up. She wrapped her legs around him out of instinct.

They kissed as he walked over to the edge of the bed, laid her back then stood up, slipping his hand over her neck and down her chest between her breasts. She watched his face as he admired her for a quick moment then lowered himself over her, sliding his hands into hers that were laid out to the side then brought them above her head. He attacked her neck with kisses as he sank into her, “Elijah.”

Afterwards they laid in her bed, covered only by a thin sheet. His arm around her shoulders held her to his side while she stared at her hand resting on his nude chest. In that moment everything in her was relaxed and her thoughts were quiet for the first time ever. Being with Elijah was like nothing she had ever felt before and she doubted she would ever feel with anyone else. “You are quiet.” Elijah pointed out and she didn’t respond. “Having regrets?”

“No.” she answered, but he could hear sadness in her voice.

“Hannah, look at me.” He told her quietly, but she couldn’t. “Talk to me.”

“If my life has taught me anything it’s that men do not like it when a woman speaks her mind.” She replied, still staring at her hand on his chest.

Elijah hooked his pointer finger under her chin and eased her head up to look at him. She pushed herself up on her arm to be able to look at him comfortably. “I am not your average man and I would very much like to know what is going on in that beautiful head of yours.” he cupped her cheek in his hand and her eyes slipped closed for a moment.

She took a deep breath and let it out as she opened her eyes. “I am a terrible wife.” The calm she had been feeling suddenly turned into a tornado and tears started quietly slipping down her cheeks. “I should feel terrible about that, but I don’t.”

“Then why do you cry?” he asked as he wiped a tear with his thumb.

“I do not know.” She answered honestly with a shake of her head that caused her messy curls to sway, then laid back down with her head on his shoulder.

“You told me that you married Ronan because your father told you that no other man would want an atrocious, ill mannered woman like you. Do you honestly believe these things to be true?”

She rubbed his chest absentmindedly. "Yes."

"Hannah," he rolled over, and propped his head up with his elbow and hand as he looked into her eyes, "you are the most stunningly beautiful, kind hearted, open minded woman I have ever met."

"The bad stuff is easier to believe." She replied not meeting his eyes.

As the days passed Hannah, Elijah and Jonah became a family. Hannah accepted that Ronan had either abandoned them or died at sea, and took off her wedding ring. For the first time in her life she felt true happiness. The loneliness that had kept her up at night as she cried into her pillow vanished.

Three months later Hannah stood in Fiona’s trading post. “You and Elijah are getting along well?” the dark haired woman who radiated strength and power, asked with a knowing smile.

“Yes.” Hannah answered with a blush as she looked at a beautiful gown hanging on the back wall of the shop. “It would be safe to say that I have fallen in love with him” Her friend made a scandalous sound that made Hannah laugh and turn to her. “The only problem is…” she paused and looked around the shop seeing that it was empty as she walked over to Fiona who stood at the front counter, “he is immortal. I will grow old and die while he lives on.”

“You could always ask him to turn you.” Fiona suggested not looking up from the imported fancy shoes that she was stocking behind the counter.

“As much as I love him I don’t think I could ever convince myself to be what he is.” She answered with a frown. “Is there anything you could do to make me live longer?” she asked looking up from her hands that tapped the counter.

“No, but…” the bell above the door rang, stopping their conversation. They waited patiently for the customer to get what he needed and leave. “I have a solution to your problem.” Fiona told her about the linking spell and that as long as Elijah lived she would return to him and vice versa.

“What do you need?” Hannah asked hearing all she needed to hear to know she wanted Fiona to work her magic.

“Are you sure about this?” Fiona asked with skeptical eyes.

“I am sure.” Hannah answered with a nod.

Fiona placed her hand over Hannah’s heart and started speaking in another language. After a few minutes she stopped and dropped her hand. “It’s done.”

“Will he know what we’ve done?” she asked.

“He will be able to feel you call to him, as well as any extreme feelings you may have. If I were to stab you, he’d be able to feel it.” she explained. “You will figure it out with time.”

Elijah figured out what Fiona and Hanna had done, but they never talked about it.

~1838~

It was a bright spring day. Hannah attempted to hang laundry on the line, but Elijah kept teasing her dress covered sides and kissing her neck, distracting her from her work. They were so wrapped up in their toying around that they did not realize they had company until they heard someone clear their throat. Hannah laughed as they both turned to see a man on a horse, a small child on the saddle in front of him. It took Hannah a moment to recognize the man, but when she did her heart stopped and her smile faded. "Ronan?"

"Surprised to see me, Dear?" He asked with an angry look at Elijah who still stood behind her. Ronan got down off the horse then grabbed the child and walked over to her. "You look as if you've seen a ghost."

"What are you doing here?" She asked, still in shock.

"Last I checked I live here with my wife and son. Though I see you no longer wear my ring." He glanced over at Elijah then turned his attention back to Hannah. "Where is Jonah?"

When he realized that Hannah was unable to answer Elijah spoke up. "He is staying with a friend closer to town so he may attend school regularly."

"I don’t believe I was speaking to you." Ronan snapped.

"I don’t believe I care who you were speaking to." Elijah snapped back as he took a challenging step toward the raven haired man holding the child on his hip.

Hannah stepped between them and looked at Elijah. "Give us a minute?"

"Of course." Elijah stepped back a few feet and motioned for them to talk.

"You have been gone so long I thought you had died." Hannah explained with a look between him and the toddler.

"My journey took longer than expected." He told her then looked down at the child on his hip. "Her mother died on the ship, just before we docked." He explained then looked back at Hannah. "I hoped we could give her a home, raise her and Jonah as brother and sister."

"You have been gone for four years. You can not tell me you expected to just pick up where we left off and raise an orphaned child together." She argued back quietly.

"I expected my wife to be faithful. Not whore herself out to another man." He told her with wide eyes.

The sharp crack of skin on skin filled the air as she backhanded him across his cheek. "I am not the weak, dutiful to a fault woman you left behind and you will not speak to me in such a manner!"

Having seen enough Elijah walked back over and looked at Ronan. "Why don’t you tell her the truth?" Elijah asked, making Hannah look at him as Ronan glared at both of them. Elijah wrapped his arm around Hannah’s waist holding her to his side. "The child has your eyes." He looked into Ronan's eyes and compelled him. "Tell the truth."

"I met a woman...we fell in love...she got pregnant and I could not let her raise the child alone. We were going to have a second child, but she and the baby died in childbirth. I did not know what to do so I came here." Hannah’s eyes turned glaring and her freckled nostrils flared. Ronan blinked in confusion. "Why did I just tell you that?"

"Get off of my land." She told him as she stepped out of Elijah's arm to stand in front of Ronan. "Leave this town and never return."

Elijah looked him in the eyes and compelled him. "Do as she says."

Hannah never told Jonah that he had a half sister. Instead she let him believe for his sake that his father had died at sea. A few months after Ronan returned Klaus found Elijah and killed Hannah. Elijah left Jonah with Fiona who located Ronan and brought the young man to his father who raised him alongside his half sister.

~Present Day~

“Please tell me you are done.” Katie panted as she weakly looked up at him.

“I am done.” He told her as he untied the ropes on her wrists and ankles. “Elijah told me to take you home when I was done. Is your home with the Salvatore brothers or the house you own?” he asked as he helped her stand up and she was too weak to bother protesting.

“Bring me to my house.” She answered and started walking. They were almost to the door of the warehouse when a sharp pain shot through her chest making her cry out and she would have fallen, but Jonas caught her. “No, no, no.” She cried as she placed her hand over her chest knowing that Elijah was dead and would most likely stay that way this time.

“Care to explain what that was about?” Jonas asked with wide eyes.

“Elijah is dead.” She panted through the pain. “Something tells me they won’t make the same mistake twice.” She watched as Jonas’s face turned angry.

[hockeytrashgoblin]

Ice Cold ~Part 9

A/N: Hi yall soooooI really messed up the timeline and hand to go through back to this point to fix it. I have it all right now I think. If I’ve fucked up somewhere lemme know and I’ll fix it! But now prepared to be bombarded because I have many parts ready to go right now lol Enjoy!

It was around 5pm when I got out of the uber at the end of the really long driveway to Morgan's. I had called Amy earlier and told her most of what happened last night. I left out the part about Auston sucking blood and I didn't tell her it was him but everything else I did. She agreed to let me stay home and do it herself as long as I wrote the transcripts for Peter's interview from yesterday. I told her I would and was on my way.

About halfway up the big hill there was a woman waiting there. She was striking. She had beautiful pale skin, blue eyes and dark curly hair. I recognized her immediately from the pictures in Morgan's office as well as her being a figure skater I admired as a kid.

"You must be (y/n)."

"Um yes."

"Morgan told me to expect you. I'm Tessa."

"I know I used to watch you skate when I was younger. It's really nice to meet you."

"That's sweet. Would you like to come inside?"

"Yes please." We started the rest of the way to the house. "So if Morgan told you did he tell everyone else?"

"No of course not. Morgan doesn't like metaling with the future. No one will know until you don't show up at the arena and by then it will be too late for them to stop you. They're going to Ottawa right from the arena tonight except poor, sick Auston so they really couldn't stop you if they wanted to."

"Okay good. None of them want me here. Mitch yelled at me this morning after reading my mind so it pissed off Kappy and Will too. I just need to fix this, ya know?"

"What if you can't?" She wasn't asking to be mean. I could tell she was genuinely curious.

"Tessa I have to. These boys all love each other. They're family. I can't keep ripping them apart. I'm going to talk to Auston while I'm safe and he can't get me."

"He is very weak. Morgan injected him with vervain before he left so that you'd be as safe as possible." I nodded as she told me.

"As long as I don't die I'm good."

"You absolutely will not die. I can promise you that." She said opening the front door for me. She lead the way down into the basement as she sing-songed, "Visitor Auston."

"I don't want her here."

"That's nice. Anyway (y/n), I'll be upstairs. I'm making some food so just come get some when you're ready."

"Thanks." I smiled at her as she started walking away.

The basement was dirt floored but I didn't particularly care. I put my backpack down and sat beside it with my back against the wall facing Auston.

"Uh oh, the princess is going to get her clothes dirty."

"I'm not a dainty little princess Auston."

"Yeah sure whatever."

"Listen Auston I'll eat a cricket right fucking now. I was in scouting for years, you think I give a rats ass about having dirt on my jeans?"

"Guess not." We were quiet for a little while before he spoke up again. "Why are you here?"

"I want us to get along. Or at least tolerate each other."

"Did the boys put you up to this?" I snorted at that.

"As if. They all yelled at me for even thinking about coming to talk to you."

"Then why are you here?"

"They're not the boss of me and they're travelling tonight so they can't stop me."

"That's brave, I'll give you that. So what were you so desperate to talk to me about?"

"Well first of all you have to teach me how to hide my thoughts from Mitch but more importantly what the actual fuck was that last night?"

"I don't want to talk about that."

"Fine then. Let me know when you do."

I pulled my phone out of my bag and saw a message from William.

W: You really are a brat you know.

Me: yes.

W: are you at least being careful?

Me: baby relax. I'm completely okay. Tessa is here, Auston is locked up. I have to do this. Please trust me.

There was a lot of typing and erasing but finally he sent another message.

W: I do trust you. I just want you safe. I understand what you're trying to accomplish, I just don't know if it's going to work. I have to go now but I will be checking in on you often. I love you.

Me: love you too. Have a good game!

I closed out of text messages and opened the audio file Amy sent. I started transcribing and Auston just sat there looking grumpy. Once I was done I looked back up at him.

"You look fucking miserable."

"I am fucking miserable no thanks to you."

"It's not my fault you're in there. You broke rules I've been told."

"Damn they're really fucking telling you everything."

"I'm going to be one of you some day. Morgan thinks it's important that I know."

"God an eternity with you?" He asked frustrated.

"Look Auston you don't know a fucking thing about me. I don't know how you'd know exactly how bad an eternity with me around would be. You're the only one with a fucking problem."

"That's what's pissing me off! No one else has any fucking problems about sharing all our secrets with someone who works for the media!"

"Auston I have known for three days now. I've been around journalists two out of three of them. Don't you think if I wanted everyone in the world to know about it I'd have told by now? I'll never tell a secret that isn't mine to share. Unless I get specific permission from the person whose secret it is, I'm not saying a word."

"Mhm sure."

"What happened to you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Morgan said you and Kappy had some bad experiences but he wouldn't tell me because they're your stories."

"That's the worst thing that ever happened to me. Why would I tell you?"

"We could trade. I'll tell you the worst thing that ever happened to me?" He was quiet for a really long time and I thought that was going to be the end of the conversation. I was playing on my phone when he spoke up again.

"Fine. Let's trade the worst stories of our lives. You're going first though."

"Why me?"

"So that I know you're not tricking me."

"And what if you're tricking me?"

"I won't."

"I don't believe you but what I do know is that I've got a few days and the 10 hour version of the gummy bear song ready to go. I'll get you talking."

"Whatever, just start."

"Alright fine. 2 years ago I was in a really bad relationship-"

"Fucking that's it? Your worst moment is a relationship?" He asked in disgust.

"No. Let me tell my fucking story." I snapped. He stayed quiet so I continued. "He was a drunk, drug addict. Very abusive. Hit me all the time. One time he threw me down a flight of stairs because I refused to snort coke a random person offered. He broke my wrist and ribs that night."

"That sounds bad."

"It was. But that's the tame part of the story."

"Cocaine and broken bones is the tame part?"

"Absolutely."

"What happened next?" He asked trying to be nonchalant about it. It didn't reach his eyes though,  they showed a bit of concern.

"I broke up with him. I couldn't handle it anymore. I wasn't allowed to watch hockey anymore and even worse, baseball! Dude took away my favourite thing because I was 'looking at other men'. It was lame. I couldn't talk to my dad for the same reason."

"But he's your father?"

"Yes but he was a man. Anyone with a dick this dude saw as a threat. Even strangers on TV and family."

"That's messed up."

"You think that's messed up? Just wait." I resituated myself and cleared my throat. "So I dump him. He leaves to my complete surprise. I stopped leaving my house because he was always outside. About a week later I wake up to my door being busted open. In he comes to my bedroom. Without going into too much detail, he raped me just to prove he could. I was his and always would be. I kept screaming so he started strangling me. I completely blacked out. When I came to, he was gone."

"(Y/n) I'm sorry that's really awful." He said softly. 

"To be honest with you that's the only reason the boys knew about what happened last night. I was in shock. You brought me right back to the absolute helpless, gut wrenching feeling that I was going to be strangled to death and I would never be able to stop it from happening. But worse this time because literally nothing I could do to you would've stopped you." I wiped a tear from my cheek and laughed. "Sorry I'm being a weak little bitch right now."

"You're not. You're not weak. I'm so sorry I made you feel like that. It wasn't my intention."

"It's whatever Auston. Tell me your story now."

"Mine seems kind of mild now.."

"I don't care, tell me."

"Fine." He grumbled looking at the floor. "When I was first turned it was by this really beautiful girl. Prettiest I'd ever seen. I was 17 and fell in love with her fast. It was a different time back then and we got married."

"What was her name?" He gave me a hard stare but told me anyway.

"Lillian. I called her Lily. She had the prettiest long black curls and the greenest eyes you've ever seen."

"She sounds lovely."

"She was. She didn't feel the same for me though. I was just something for fun, for her to waste a few years on. She did care about me on some level but it wasn't to the extent of my feelings for her. After a while she told me what she was. She'd feed off me all the time. Just a little here and there usually. She had given me some of her blood too every so often."

"Why would she do that?"

"Our blood can fix injuries in humans almost instantly. Don't get any ideas."

"I promise you on William's life I wasn't."

"Anyways one night she was drinking and went too far. I died. But because her blood was in my system from an injury earlier that day I came back as what you see now."

"So that's how it works? Dying with blood in the system?"

"Or by the venom. Apparently the venom hurts but the blood drinking is gross. The best way depends on the person and circumstances."

"Okay. What happened next?"

"Well she panicked. She had never wanted me to become like her. I was naive and thought it was perfect because we could be together forever. She didn't see it that way. We spent a few years together but she was drawing too much attention to herself. She was getting sloppy leaving bodies around, sleeping with other men. My parents questioned me about it and I told them everything like the dumb 20 year old kid I was. They told me they'd handle everything. Boy did they ever." He scoffed.

"What did they do?"

"They told everyone in town about us. About the monsters living among them. Everyone in town was furious at her. Coming into town and turning one of the beloved children into a monster. They burned the only woman I ever loved in front of me."

"Oh my God. I'm so sorry Auston."

"It's alright. I'm over her death. I have been for a while. It was the betrayal from my parents and family afterwards that lingers."

"What do you mean?"

"The only reason they let me live was because they all helped raise me. It was a small village. I hadn't caused anyone harm so they kicked me out. Said if I disappeared, I didn't have to die the fiery death she did. So I left. My self preservation instincts are incredibly high so I managed on my own until I found Morgan."

"That's so awful. I'm so sorry Auston. You were alone that whole time?"

"I found companions but I always left after a couple years."

"Did you ever tell anyone else?"

"After all that shit? Absolutely not. I swore to myself that I'd never tell anyone again and I haven't."

"Wow..yeah I guess I can't blame you. That sounds so terrible. I can't even imagine."

"Can you see now why I'm not very trusting?"

"Yes. I get it now. Especially if your survival instincts are so heightened. It makes sense."

"It's nothing personal, I just don't fucking trust anybody that isn't one of us and I don't think I ever will again."

"That's fair. I think you know deep down that I'm not going to say anything though. With both Morgan's word and Mitchy's. I don't care if you'll admit that out loud or not." I got up and brushed off my pants.

"Were are you going?"

"I'm going to get some food. But I'll be back. Don't think you're rid of me yet Matthews." I pointed to him as I walked away making him snort.

"I didn't figure your stubborn ass would give up that easy."

I went up and grabbed some food. I went to the table and called William since I knew he'd be out of the arena by this point. It had been hours since I got here. It rang once before William answered.

"I'm very upset with you."

"I know you are. If it makes you feel any better I think we've made a little bit of progress?"

"Love, I think it's so sweet that you want to try and fix this for everyone but I'm really worried about you being there."

"Tessa is here. Besides I don't want to be at my house alone when no one is here just in case. One weak vampire is still tougher than one Tommy. Even with just Tessa I'd feel safer."

"Baby I'm sorry you don't feel safe. We're going to have a talk about then when I come back okay?"

"Alright that sounds good."

"What have you guys talked about?"

"We traded worse moment in our lives stories. I understand a lot better now why he's so untrusting and nervous about me but I also think he knows deep down that I won't ever put you guys in danger." 

"Yes I'm sure he knows that too."

"What are you doing right now?"

"I'm on the bus. We left a little while ago so we should be in Ottawa by 3-ish, maybe 4."

"That's good. How was the game?"

"We won 5-3."

"Yay good job baby! Proud of you."

"Thank you (y/n)." I could hear him smile before he yawned. "Darling I think I'm going to go. I need to get some sleep and I'm keeping Mitch awake. Good luck with talking to Auston about what happened last night."

"Oh I'll do it. I have a 10 hour version of the gummy bear song if he doesn't want to talk."

"Auston's gonna wish we actually killed him after that." I heard Mitch say. "Pure torture. She's a genius."

"Apparently you're a genius babe."

"I am yes. Thank you for noticing Mitchy. I'll let you guys go. I love you."

"I love you."

"See you soon."

"Bye darling."

I hung up and looked at the time. It was almost midnight. I decided to go down to the basement and see if I could get him to talk again.

"I thought I'd gotten lucky and you forgot about me." He said sarcastically.

"Not likely Auston. You ready to talk about what the fuck happened last night?"

"Nope."

"Alright." I shrugged at him and turned on the gummy bear song on my bluetooth speaker. I put it super far out of Auston's reach and cranked it.

"I've been tortured before. This isn't going to break me so you might as well just stop."

"Goodnight Auston." I went upstairs to William's room. I hoped he wouldn't mind me sleeping there then I realized how dumb that sounded and just got into bed. I fell asleep pretty quickly with the knowledge that Auston would be completely driven insane by the music in the morning.

[vampiregirl1797]

Hopeless: Chapter Two

Klaus Mikaelson x OC

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‘Well hello, love, aren’t you a sight for soar eyes?’ Klaus smiled, his eyes shining with both hunger and curiosity as he took in my clothing.

 Shit.

 I could understand his interest given that he was in fifteenth century clothes that were clearly stained with blood, while my skinny jeans, vest top and ankle boots were clearly not normal attire to wear in 1492. I was pretty sure I saw his eyes darken with lust when he saw how much cleavage this top showed—clearly it wasn’t a common way of dress.

‘Well maybe your soar eyes should look somewhere that would appreciate the attention.’ I retorted before I thought it through, ‘which is not here, encase that wasn’t clear.’

 He stared at me for a moment before he laughed loud enough that the sound echoed off the trees. I rolled my eyes and ran my hand through my hair, starting when he suddenly grabbed my wrist, all traces of amusement gone from his face—he looked angry and shocked.

 ‘Where did you get this?’ he demanded.

 I glanced down at what he was looking at and saw my daylight ring. I snatched my hand out of his grasp and took a step back, trying to think of an explanation—obviously daylight rings weren’t as “heard of” six hundred years ago.

 ‘I won’t ask again, love, so I suggest you tell me.’ He threatened, taking another step towards me.

 ‘Well, you see, the explanation is very simple…’ I trailed off, trying to think of a suitable reason.

 Klaus cocked his head to the side, a clear sign that he was waiting, impatiently. I was never good at thinking on my feet and after stuttering a few times I gave up… and ran for it. I could hear Klaus’ sigh of annoyance as I disappeared from in front of him and a second had barely passed before I heard him coming after me. I was screwed. I’d been here for less than a minute and I was probably about to get sent back—I was pretty sure Klaus was going to kill me when he caught me. I didn’t know how long I was running for but just as I was about to consider the possibility that Klaus had lost me I was forcibly pulled to a stop. I was pushed into a tree trunk and I groaned when I felt and heard the bones in my skull crack.

 ‘I do not appreciate it when people waste my time, love.’ He growled, his face a mere inch from mine and I felt my irritation spring up. I used it to push him away from me, ignoring the surprise on his face.

 ‘Excuse me if I didn’t want my heart ripped out before I could offer you an explanation.’ I huffed, biting my lip in concern—telling him I was from the future would be the easiest explanation, it would explain the clothing anyway. But I couldn’t exactly tell him I’d come back to kill him, could I?’

 ‘You know, I’ve killed people for looking at me the wrong way,’ he said casually, but his tone was anything but.

 ‘Yeah I know.’ I rolled my eyes.

 ‘How would you know? I assume my reputation precedes me?’ he smirked, smug.

 ‘I know because, I’m from the future.’ I said, my voice portraying confidence I didn’t feel.

 ‘The future.’ He repeated, his expression blank.

 Before I could blink he was right in front of me, his hand gently tilting up my chin so that he could meet my gaze.

 ‘Where are you from?’ he compelled.

 ‘The future,’ I said again, cursing myself for not consuming any vervain before I came—when Klaus had left Mystic Falls I had become a little lax with taking it. I made a mental note to find vervain ASAP before shoving him away.

 ‘I had to make sure you were telling the truth.’ He said, shrugging apologetically, though it was clear he was anything but.

 ‘So, what are you here for, love?’ He said, that curious glint back in his eyes.

 ‘I’m here to help you, with the ritual.’ I admitted, that was the only explanation I could think of, but I barely got out my words before his hand was clasped around my throat.

 ‘Seriously?’ I managed to get out, my voice seeping with irritation.

 ‘What do you know about the ritual?’ he compelled.

 ‘I know it’s used to break a curse placed on you by your mother. You need a werewolf, vampire and doppelgänger to sacrifice so you can release your werewolf side.’ I told him robotically; terrified he was going to ask the wrong kind of question.

 ‘Why did you come here?’ he asked and I groaned at the unfairness of everything.

 ‘To dagger you and hide your body where it couldn’t be found.’ I had no control over the words spilling out of my mouth.

 ‘How were you planning to do that? The daggers don’t work on me.’ He snarled, black veins appearing underneath his eyes due to his anger.

 I was surprised that he didn’t compel me when he asked the last question. I was even more surprised that he dropped his hold on my throat, allowing air to flow into my lungs with out restriction. Seeing as the cat was officially out of the bag I sighed and lifted up my shirt, revealing the gold dagger I had stashed there.

 ‘With this—it’s specially made for you.’ I told him, ‘but seeing as you know what I was hoping to do with it, how about we make a trade?’

 ‘And what could you possibly offer me that I couldn’t just take myself, love?’ he smirked, amused by me trying to negotiate.

 ‘I’m from the future. I know the ritual you’re about to attempt is going to fail.’ I continued when I noticed his eyes darken, ‘and without my help, it will be another six hundred years before you do break it. I’ll give you the dagger if you let me help you complete the ritual.’

 ‘And how does helping me complete the ritual help you?’ he clearly didn’t believe my intentions.

 ‘Because the whole point of me daggering you and putting you somewhere you wouldn’t be found was to stop you from coming to my town in half a millennia and screwing up my life by killing people I care about. If I help you now, there will be no need for you to enter my life and you won’t have to live with your curse for another six hundred years.’ I said, crossing my arms over my chest.

 ‘How do I know that you’re not lying to me, love?’ He said.

 ‘You’ll have to trust me.’ I said, throwing him the dagger and cocking my brow in challenge.

 He grinned and if I wasn’t mistaken I saw a flicker of admiration in his eyes, ‘very well. You’ll help me complete the ritual and then you can leave.’

 ‘Great.’ I nodded, but I was still tense. I had told him to trust me, but how was I supposed to trust that he wouldn’t kill me now that he had my only weapon against him?

 ‘Follow me, you’ll be staying with me and my brother.’ He informed me, he gestured to my left and I gave I’m my best do-you-think-I-was-born-yesterday look, which he apparently didn’t appreciate as he grabbed my arm rather harshly and started to drag me behind him.

 ‘How long until you do the ritual?’ I asked him after forcibly yanking my arm out of his grip.

 ‘Two weeks. The doppelgänger will arrive three days before the full moon.’ He informed me, ‘is there anything I need to be aware of?’

 ‘Not yet.’ I shook my head, knowing the real trouble would start when Katherine got here.

 ‘What is your name?’ Klaus asked.

 ‘Evangeline Gilbert.’ I told him, figuring him knowing wouldn’t hurt.

 ‘And who is it that I hurt so badly that you were willing to come back in time to save them?’ he was curious, but I didn’t understand why.

 ‘My family.’ I answered, purposely being vague.

 ‘I was expecting a boyfriend.’ He retorted.

 I rolled my eyes, fighting the amused smile that tried to form on my mouth—the truth was since my life had become mainly supernatural drama, I hadn’t exactly been dating like most people my age. I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d had sex and that was just sad.

 I cleared my throat, shaking my head free of my thoughts, ‘well you expected wrong.’

 ‘Clearly.’ He said dryly.

 We stepped out of the woods, without the trees to block it, a beautiful house was revealed. I was in awe of the structure I saw before me; I had seen buildings like it in history books of course, but seeing it in person was incredible. It was hard to describe, but it was definitely a perfect example of medieval architecture. I noticed Klaus observing my reaction but I ignored him and moved to follow him inside, only to hit an invisible barrier.

 ‘Ugh… Klaus?’ I said, trying not to let annoyance seep into my tone—I didn’t know if he had done this on purpose after all.

 ‘Yes, love?’ he said. I noticed the amusement in his eyes when he turned around, ‘it appears you’re stuck.’

 ‘Give the man an award.’ I muttered sarcastically, ‘would you please to tell the compelled human who owns this house to invite me in?’

 ‘Well since you said please,’ he smirked, ‘Lily!’

 An elderly woman joined Klaus in the hall, her eyes were unfocused, the clear indication that she wasn’t in control of her own body.

 ‘Yes, Lord Klaus?’ she asked robotically.

 ‘Please invite my friend in,’ he ordered.

 ‘Come in.’ she said and I offered her a kind smile she couldn’t have registered as I stepped over the threshold.

 ‘That will be all.’ Klaus said, not sparing the elderly woman a glance; his eyes were on me and the clothes I was wearing.

 ‘What?’ I asked, my hands on my hips.

 ‘You can’t wear that.’ His chin gestured to my outfit.

 ‘Really? I think twenty first century fashion blends in pretty well.’ I said sarcastically.

 ‘Do all women from your time speak to men so brashly?’ he asked, his brows rising in amusement, ‘I quite like it. Compliance isn’t fun. I like fire in a woman.’

 ‘Are you trying to seduce me?’ I said bluntly, annoyed when his confident mask didn’t falter.

 ‘You’re an attractive woman.’ He shrugged as if that was answer enough.

 ‘I’m not talking about this. Where exactly will I be staying?’ I tried not to snap at him, seeing as he was actually being co-operative.

 ‘You’ll be staying in my quarters.’ He said, offering me a devilish smirk before turning to lead the way, cutting off my retort.

 I followed him, making sure to pay attention to my surroundings so I could find my way there and back without a problem. I noticed all of the artwork on the walls, they seemed to be hand painted and I wondered if Klaus had painted them, or maybe even Elijah. But even as I thought it I dismissed it—Elijah seemed more like a guy who enjoyed reading in silence, Klaus I could easily picture as an artist.

 ‘Here you are Eva,’ Klaus’ voice snapped me out of my thoughts and I saw him gesturing to a closed door, when I joined him there he pushed it open.

 Before I could enter he stopped me with a hand on my arm, gesturing to the room across the hall when I looked into his eyes, ‘I’m across the hall.’

 The way he said it was not friendly; he was warning me not to try anything, not to run, because he would be able to hear me if he did. The tone of his voice indicated that the punishment wouldn’t be kind if he caught me doing anything he didn’t like.

 I nodded and walked into the room, closing the door behind me—I could have groaned when I saw that there wasn’t a lock. Deciding I wasn’t going to have any privacy while I was here, I turned to look at where I would be living for at least two weeks. Honestly, it was beautiful, in a gothic kind of way but I assumed it was the most luxurious way of living for people in this time. While I appreciated the architecture in books, I wouldn’t want to have my own home styled this way—every piece of wood present was dark, the canopy hanging over the bed matched the walls, sheets and drapes—it was a bloody red. I felt like I was in Christian Grey’s red room of pain, except without the “toys.” I walked over to the closet near to the bed and tentatively opened it, only to find it empty but I just shrugged—I didn’t like the idea of wearing something Klaus got for me anyway.

 But I couldn’t go out looking like this without drawing attention and I needed to feed. I could go into town—however far away it was—and get some culturally appropriate clothes and potentially find someone to feed on, if I could find the nerve. I had never fed from the vein before and I didn’t know if I wanted to test my control where there was no one near who I trusted to stop me if I went too far. But I would have to; I couldn’t afford to become weak around Klaus, or Elijah for that matter. He may be noble, but during this time, his loyalty lay with his brother.

 Having made my decision I turned and headed out of the room, silently making my way downstairs. It was time to see more of the fifteenth century.

[imagine-always-and-forever]

Flutterings & Tequila - Part 10

A Klaus Mikaelson Imagine

Pairing: Niklaus Mikaelson x Reader

Summary: you’ve decided to go clubbing with your best friend the last summer before college starts to take your mind off of the Mikaelsons who have invaded your life this summer. Specifically, you’re trying to distract yourself from Niklaus Mikaelson and the flutterings he has caused you. Tequila is your friend tonight.

Part Summary: the next morning.  You know how Klaus deals with his feelings really well :) This is going to be interesting.

Warnings: typical stuff you’d see in the show

Word count: 2,222

Tags:  elle88531,  violentmommabear42 (let me know if you want to be tagged or I missed you out on the tag list!)

Authors note: does anyone else ever want to shake Klaus and tell Kol to shut up or is that just me? I’m kind of really excited for what I’ve got planned for the rest of this and I’m kind of even more excited to share it with everyone. What do you think of this part? Are you guys excited, too?

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As the smell of coffee and sausage drifted into your nose, you turned over in bed and took a deep breath. Your eyes were still closed as the smile came over your face. They were still closed as you remembered the events of the last twenty-four hours.

Gingerly, you sat up in bed.

There was definitely breakfast cooking downstairs. You could hear soft voices and plates being moved about. Quietly, you got out of bed and pulled out a simple summer dress from your wardrobe. You shuffled into the bathroom, feeling your muscles tensing up.

It was probably a result of the torture. Though Elijah had been right and that shower had made you feel so much better, emotionally and physically, your body still ached from the strung up position it had been forced to hold.

When you emerged from the bathroom, you crept downstairs. Stopping half-way, you listened to see if you could hear Elijah. The Original’s voice came a few seconds later, calmly informing someone that they ought to be more careful or they’d burn the sausage. You wondered if it was Josie that he was speaking with and if she knew what had happened last night.

“You may join us if you’d like. It is, after all, your house,” Elijah said, his voice a little louder for you to hear.

Caught, you walked the rest of the way downstairs and into the kitchen. You were surprised to find all four of the Mikaelson siblings in your kitchen. Even Kol.

“Morning,” Kol said as he lifted his mug up towards you before taking a generous mouthful of what smelled like strong black coffee.

Rebekah was mixing in some milk to her coffee, but she lifted her gaze for a moment to acknowledge your presence. Beside her Elijah had a bowl of eggs he was whipping for what looked like a mountain of scrambled eggs to add to the generous pile in the bowl on the counter. Klaus had his back to you, cooking the little sausage links with care.

“Hi,” you said awkwardly.

“Heard you had an interesting day yesterday,” Kol said.

You nodded. “You could say that.”

“This is what happens when you go on a date with my brother,” he said.

The smile in his eyes and the cheeky twist to his lips told you that he was trying to get a rise out of his brother. You glanced to Klaus and then Elijah. Klaus didn’t seem to acknowledge his brother’s words but Elijah rolled his eyes.

“Kol,” he warned.

“I know I don’t get out much but I didn’t know kidnapping, torture, and hostage exchange was a part of dating,” you answered Kol, who gave you an approving smug smile in return for your quip.

“So you admit that you’re dating my brother then?”

“Kol,” Elijah warned him again, this time with a firmer voice.

Rebekah was watching the whole exchange with interest. At Elijah’s end to the conversation, she slid into a seat by Kol and pulled a plate towards herself. Kol was already piling his plate high with scrambled eggs. There seemed to be two sausage links left from a previous batch and Rebekah took them before Kol could get to them.

Elijah placed a plate with freshly scrambled eggs in front of an open seat at the kitchen island. You slid into the seat as he put a mug of coffee down as well.

“Thanks,” you said and picked the coffee up first.

Klaus turned finally and without looking at you, slid three sausage links onto your plate. They were still sizzling.

“Thanks,” you said, glancing up at him. He didn’t meet your gaze or acknowledge your words. You looked up at Elijah in concern. “Did I do something wrong?” you asked.

“No,” Kol answered before Elijah could.

“Nik doesn’t deal with his emotions very well and he’s just angry at himself for you getting kidnapped under his very nose,” Rebekah finished for her brother.

You glanced at Klaus, who had his back to you once more. You could see his shoulders were rigid this time. You looked back down at your plate and picked up your fork. If you knew him better, you might say his siblings were close to pushing him too far. Other than his tense shoulders, however, Klaus seemed perfectly calm.

Chewing on your eggs, you sliced into your sizzling sausage. It split and spit at you, the burning hot liquid scalding your hand. You dropped your fork as you gasped in surprised pain. You sucked on the burn and sighed in annoyance.

“So was that better or worse than your day of torture yesterday?” Kol asked.

“Enough,” Klaus yelled, throwing the pan with the sausages down on the stove top before he spun around to glare angrily at his brother.

“I was hoping to discuss the events of yesterday in a calm and civilized manner over breakfast, but if you keep provoking our brother, I won’t bother trying to stop him from any uncivilized activities,” Elijah told Kol, his voice suggestive of very uncivilized and decidedly not calm things that Klaus might do if pushed any further right now.

Rebekah didn’t seem too concerned at any of this. She stabbed a sausage and popped it in her mouth.

“I don’t really remember much, honestly,” you said. The Mikaelsons looked at you. You kept your eyes on your breakfast. “One minute I was standing outside waiting for Klaus to get our ice-creams, the next someone had hit me over the head and everything went dark. I woke up in a basement, my arms tied above me with a bag over my head.” You played with your eggs a bit as you continued. “Jess didn’t believe that I wasn’t on vervain so he bled me.” You assumed they could figure out how. “Then he told me about how Klaus had stolen something from him –“

“I didn’t steal anything from him!” Klaus interrupted angrily. “It was never his to begin with.”

“ – and he said he was going to trade me for the item. I didn’t expect it to be Elijah who called. I didn’t expect a call at all,” you said honestly.  Your eggs had grown cold. “Jess left to do something and his brother was put in charge in making me presentable.”

“What the bloody hell does that mean?” Rebekah asked with a frown.

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat.

“They hosed me down to get the blood off and gave me new clothes.”

Nobody asked how they got your old clothes off. From the obvious way you were avoiding their gaze, you figured they could put it together. You did risk a glance up to Elijah when you recalled how he had ripped Cooper’s heart out when he’d found out what he’d done and planned to do. Elijah’s jaw was tight with the memory.

“Those little shits,” Rebekah said. She stood from the table. “I do hope we’re going to kill them, yes?”

“One of them is already taken care of,” Elijah announced.

“You let one get away, brother? Not losing your touch are you?” Kol asked, a wicked grin on his face.

“He ran like the coward he is and I saw no reason to chase,” Elijah explained in a bored tone.

“He left his brother to die?” Rebekah asked with a frown, clearly unable to fathom doing something like that.

Elijah nodded.

“What’s in the box?” you asked, interrupting their side conversation.

Everyone in the room tensed at that. You narrowed your eyes.

“Don’t worry about it little witch,” Kol said.

“I almost died because of it. I want to know,” you insisted.

“Believe me it's better if you don’t,” Rebekah assured you.

There was an itching feeling in your mind. You suddenly recalled Jess’s compulsion. You wanted to find out what was in the box and what the Mikaelsons wanted with it so you could tell him. That damn compulsion. Worse yet, you couldn’t tell the Mikaelsons or you might take the knife by your plate and slice your throat open with it.

Great.

“Did Jess say anything else?” Elijah asked.

You shook your head. Until you could figure out a way out of this compulsion, you weren’t risking saying anything.

“He won’t be finished with you. If he’s gotten to you once, we have no reason that he can’t get to you again. One of us will have to remain here at the house to protect you,” Elijah stated.

You didn���t get the feeling this was negotiable.

“I’ll do it,” Klaus volunteered.

His siblings didn’t seem to think it was a good idea but they also didn’t seem to think voicing that opinion was a good one either. They kept their mouths shut but shared a look with each other that said it all.

“It’s my fault she’s involved in this at all, so I’ll protect her,” Klaus said, resolute in his decision.

“We’ll take turns,” Elijah said.

“No,” Klaus responded firmly. “I’ll protect her.”

“You don’t have to do this alone,” Rebekah said. “Besides, she’s a witch, isn’t she? Aren’t you?” she looked to you and you nodded. “She’s capable of protecting herself.”

“Is that why she spent all day tortured by my enemies?” Klaus asked, his voice raised and his eyes flashing in anger.

Rebekah went quiet.

“We’ll go deal with Jess then,” Kol sighed, getting up.

“No,” Klaus said, glaring at his brother. “I’ll be the one to kill him,” he vowed.

“So what do you want us to do?” Rebekah asked, crossing her arms.

“What we came here for. Find answers.”

“What answers are you looking for?” you asked.

Nobody said anything.

“Let me guess, better if I didn’t know?” you asked.

Four heads nodded at you.

“Go. I’ll stay here,” Klaus told his siblings.

They hesitated for a second but the look on Klaus’s face was enough to tell them this wasn’t a fight worth having. One by one, they left the kitchen and the house. You heard the front door shut with the last of them.

It was just you and Klaus now.

You got up and started clearing the plates into the trash. Klaus didn’t move from where he had been standing by the stove all morning. You placed everything into the dishwasher in silence.

What should you do? What should you say?

The phone rang.

Thankful for the distraction, you rushed to the other room to answer it. It was your best friend.

“Y/N?!” she yelled down the phone. You had to hold the phone away from your ear. “Oh my god, what the hell happened? I’ve been calling you for two days!”

“My phone broke,” you lied. You weren’t sure if she’d buy it. You waited for her next words to see if you’d get away with the lie. You were never very good at lying to her.

“Oh, did it break during the date?” she asked.

You honestly had almost forgotten about that. Considering everything that happened after, the last thing you thought you’d be talking about was whatever that was you had with Klaus. You had decided to think of it as a date at the end of it, but that was before you were kidnapped.

“Yeah, I dropped it and it completely cracked,” you lied again.

“Did you drop because you kissed and it was so amazing that you forgot you had your phone in your hand?” she asked all in one breath.

You were highly aware of Klaus in the other room and his heightened hearing. You really didn’t want to do this right now. With him here or not.

“Listen, I kind of can’t talk right now,” you said.

“Oh my god is he there?” an excited squeal came.

Your eyes closed. Could this get any worse?

“I can’t believe you let him sleep over. I mean I know he’s living in your guest house but sleeping in your house! You’ve never – I mean this is the first time – this is huge! I can’t believe you made me wait this long to –“

“I didn’t-“ you almost squeaked into the phone, cutting her off before cutting yourself off. You took a deep breath. “Nothing happened.” You really wanted this conversation to end. Right now. “I really have to go.”

“But I need details!”

“Nothing happened,” you said adamantly.

“That’s impossible; you can practically see the sparks between you too. I could feel the sexual tension in the air from the bathroom! You –“

“I’m hanging up,” you told her.

“ – definitely have a connection super scary vampire or not. Something happened on that date and you’re not telling me!” she accused you, ignoring your threat.

“Nothing happened,” you insisted.

“Not even a tiny kiss?” she teased.

“No,” you said. You were being honest.

“What the hell did you do to the guy?” she huffed in response.

You prickled at the suggestion that it was your fault but this had gone on long enough. You needed to hang up before this got any worse. God forbid she mention the flutterings or even worse – the “L” word.

“Bye,” you said before putting the phone down.

You sighed. Klaus definitely heard every word of that. How were you going to face him? It was bad enough already with how breakfast went. Now, this.

[handfulofmuses]

Silverweed 🤝 Vervain

Feeling guilty and responsible for the death of the redstone warren rabbits

[klaroline-4ever]

Chapter 70

Stefan and Rebekah woke up in a cellar and there were bars that separated them.

"Bex, are you okay?"

"I've been better. What happened?"

"I don't know. You knock on my door, I opened and then everything went black." Stefan said and Rebekah nodded then sit on the ground.

"Where are we? Who did this to us?"

"I don't know. I woke up just seconds before you."

"This must be the council wanting to get rid of us. They are probably fighting to see who gets to kill me because once I die, thousands and thousands of vampires go down with me."

"You're not going to die. I won't let that happen." Stefan said.

"Look at this. Someone's up." A voice said.

"Who are you?"

"Pastor." Stefan whispered.

"That's right, Stefan. I'm also known as April's father." He said. "And you have no idea how happy I am that I caught you, Rebekah Mikaelson."

"Sorry to inform you that you're not my type."

"Funny. Let's see how long that will last." He said.

"She did nothing wrong. Let her go. I will do whatever you want, just let her go." Stefan said.

"So generous. But I really can't trade her freedom."

"I never hurt you nor April. Why are you doing this?" Rebekah asked.

"Because if it wasn't for you going to high school, faking to be human and if it wasn't for you getting closer to my beautiful daughter, she would keep thinking vampires just existed in fiction. You made her find about all this supernatural world, which will only bring chaos and danger to her life." He said upset.

"Fine. Then if your problem is with me, you can let go Stefan, right?"

"Of course not. He would know where you were and he is a Ripper. I will make a favor to the world once I kill him."

"You wouldn't dare." Rebekah growled.

"What if Bekah promises to stay away from April. Will you let her go, then?" Stefan asked, just thinking about Rebekah's well being.

"No. She already put my daughter in danger. Now, I have to kill her. It will also help the word not have so many evil creatures like you walking around. But before that, I will want to know everything that causes you pain and is fatal." He said. "Oh, and in case you think that I don't know that I need a white oak stake to kill you, think again."

They both looked shocked at the Pastor when he showed them the white oak stake, making him smirk at them.

"But before that we will have some fun together." He said, grabbing a wooden stake.

***

Damon went to open the door to get the blood bags a girl, who was compelled, gave him but before he closed the door again, he noticed Stefan's phone in the ground.

"Bonnie!" Damon called her, making her go to the hallway and look at him confused with the sudden presence of worry in his voice. "I think something happened to Stefan."

"Are you sure? Because Rebekah came by to talk to him. Maybe they just went to have some alone time."

"Stefan dropped his phone. I feel that something is off."

"Okay. Okay... I'll make a locator spell." Bonnie said. "But call Bekah as I gather the things I need for the spell."

Damon nodded and started to call Rebekah but it would always go for voicemail.

"Hello! Rebekah can't come to the phone right now, probably being too busy drooling over another human guy. And don't leave a message after the bip. There's a reason those caller machines stopped being a thing." Kol's voice said and then there was a bip.

"I know where he is. Did you got to Rebekah."

"No. It went right away to voicemail." Damon said.

"We need to go to the Mikaelson so I can be sure she and Stefan are in the same place." Bonnie said.

"Taking charge. That's very hot."

"Really? I thought you said it was annoying."

"When is Caroline doing it, it's very annoying... but when it's you..." Damon smirked, making Bonnie smile and blush.

"Let's go. We can finish this conversation later."

"Yes!" Damon smirked.

They went to the Mikaelson mansion and told Caroline and Klaus, the only ones in there, what happened, then Bonnie started to make another locator spell to see if Rebekah was in the same place as Stefan, like she suspected.

"Let's go." Klaus growled.

"What? You won't go anywhere. You're still healing."

"I guess now we know who wears the pants in your relationship." Damon said, making Bonnie give him a look.

"Shut up, Damon!" Caroline and Klaus said at the same time.

"This is Rebekah. She's my sister. I need to go."

"You might get worse, Nik."

"It's better than staying here with my arms crossed." Klaus said.

"Fine. You can come but if you get worse, you better prepare yourself for a big lectured."

"I've heard Elijah lecturing me for a thousand years, I think I can take it." Klaus said, making Caroline roll her eyes and then they left.

As they drove to the place, Caroline's phone buzzed, making her look at the screen and see it was Elena calling her.

"Elena, are you with Elijah. Something happened..." Caroline said. "Stefan and Rebekah were kidnapped. Bonnie already made a locator spell and we are going to get them. I'll send you the address."

"Okay. But Bonnie needs to make another spell. Kol is missing. April just called us, someone shot her with a tranquilizer and when she woke up, Kol was gone."

"I'll tell Bonnie. Where is April?"

"She's with us." Elena said.

"Okay. Someone should stay with April." Caroline said and Elena said she could.

"No way. I'm going." April argued.

"Text me the address." Elena said.

"Will do. Be careful. Love you."

"Love you too."

"So sweet... Even in tragic times there's time for girl bonding." Damon mumbled because he was upset they weren't completely focus on Stefan.

"Just drive." Caroline said.

"We need to stop so I can make the spell." Bonnie said and so they stopped in the middle of the road and let Bonnie make her spell, finding Kol was in the same place Stefan and Rebekah were.

Caroline send a text to Elena saying that Kol was with Stefan and Rebekah then they all drove to the place. Once they got there they found themselves in the middle of the woods.

"Where are we? Where are they?"

"I don't know but they are here. I made the spell. They need to be here." Bonnie said as she look at the map.

"Are you sure you did right?" Klaus asked upset, having less control of his emotions because of him using almost all his self control on going against completing the ritual with Caroline.

"I'm sure." Bonnie said.

"They might be in there." April said. "My dad said that was a place where people used to keep the most dangerous serial killers in the 18th century."

April took the leafs and they saw there was a cellar hidden, so they quietly got in, making April be behind them.

"I know about you. The womanizer and childish Mikaelson who can't ever complete satisfy his bloodlust. Did you really think I would let you make my daughter another one of your victims?" Pastor's voice made it sound.

They walked over to the voice and saw Stefan chained up, completely passed out, Rebekah filled with vervain and barely awake, begging April's father to leave Kol alone while Kol was near a skylight without his ring, which made him burn until the Pastor would hide the sunlight with the roller blinds.

"You're a monster and you need to be killed."

"Dad?! How...? Who...? What...? Why?"

"April? What are you doing here? You can't be here." The pastor said.

"Who are you?" April asked horrified.

"I'm your father. And I'm doing this to protect you from creatures like them."

"No. I don't know you. The dad I knew was kind and would always give people the chance to show they were better... My dad believed everyone could be saved." April whispered in complete shock and terror. "You're not my dad. And you call them monsters? You are the one torturing, hurting and trying to kill them."

"They want you to be against me and to think I'm the bad guy but I'm not. I'm only doing this for you. Everything I do is so you can be safe."

"No... I... Let them go."

"I can't!"

"If you ever cared about me, dad, you will let them go safe and sound." April said firmly.

"No!"

"Fine. If you want to hurt them, you have to go through me." April said grabbing a gun.

"You are not going to shoot me." Pastor said and made Kol feel the sunlight again so April shot her father.

to be continued...

[ikesenhell]

Summoning Circle II

This is a continuation of Summoning Circle, cause y’all all wanted more and it was clearly not finished. You can find all other IkeSen works of mine here.

She knew she’d staggered ass-backwards into a shady deal when he showed up the next week with another demon in tow. 

“Uh.” Well, hell. She really needed to work on her first words to him, because he stepped free of the circle and into the apartment as easily as could be, the other demon still trapped in the intact circle. He had a beauty dot near his sparkling amethyst eyes, tiny, adorable horns peeking out from under a fluff of silver hair. “Hey, um, who is this? I thought it was just gonna be you, Mitsuhide.”

“I brought your tutor.” Casually as could be, he opened her fridge and rifled through it, finding her wine in no time and pouring himself a glass. “That’s Mitsunari.”

“Wait. Wait! I thought you were going to teach me?”

“I said I would help.” Mitsuhide corrected coolly, his yellow eyes flickering as if he fed off her indignation and confusion. “I helped by bringing you the appropriate demon. You’re welcome.”

Damn. Biting her tongue, she stared back and forth between the two, really unclear on the terms. Was she supposed to make another deal? Oh man, she should have really gotten a lawyer to look over the arrangement. “Hi. Um. You’re Mitsunari? Err, are you good at statistics?”

“Yes.” He beamed. For a demon, he seemed entirely too angelic. “Mitsuhide advised me of the situation. I’m happy to help!”

Wait, what? “Really?” She asked, baffled. It seemed too good to be true. “I mean, I have some books for you in exchange...”

Those eyes went from amethyst to midnight-purple in the span of seconds, his pupils dilating and stretching like a cat with a prize in its sights. Mitsuhide stepped between them.

“She’ll give you the books afterward.” He announced thinly. “We both know you’ll get lost in it and forget yourself.”

“Oh!” The pupils returned to normal, that shiny, cute smile appearing once more. “Of course! I’m so sorry. May I step over?”

“Yeah, sure. Please.” Okay, so he wasn’t all cute sparkles and giggles. Demon. Demon. Best to remember that. “Um, so, do you want something to eat? Some water?”

“No, no.” Mitsunari waved that off with a smile. “Let’s get right to it! What do you want to learn?”

He was serious. Well, okay then. She pried the battered Statistics textbook from her bag and flopped it onto the table. “The Chi-Square tests. You know what I’m talking about?”

“No.”

Shit. Figured. She paused, uncertain of where to go from there, but once again Mitsuhide intervened. Picking up the text, he flipped through the pages with his long black nails, eventually handing over the appropriate passage to Mitsunari. “Read, understand, teach. Where is your cat, Princess?”

Princess? Was Princess her? Too dumbstruck to really ask, she motioned voicelessly to the bedroom. “Uh, probably on my comforter.”

“Excellent.” And he sailed like a ghost in there. Mitsunari settled down onto the couch with his glasses and began to read.

It took the silvery demon about an hour to read through the passage and grasp it with (frustrating) clarity, and from there he tutored her until it was nearly dark. When they exhausted the book and she still wasn’t getting it, Mitsunari switched with infinite patience to another method that she was very sure wasn’t in the book--but that one clicked. She completed an equation and handed it off to him to double check, and when he shot her a smile and a “Correct!” she nearly screamed with delight.

“Thank you!” Flinging her arms around him, she trapped Mitsunari in a hug and found him very warm. “Thank you so, so much!”

“My pleasure!” He patted her shoulders gently. She could feel his own sharp nails poking at her skin, but they didn’t do much other than tickle her. “You worked very hard. Maybe we should stop here for tonight?”

“Yeah.” She pulled away, on the near verge of crying. Failure had seemed so certain and now, for the first time in weeks, it felt possible to pass that horrible class. A snicker; she realized for the first time that Mitsuhide had migrated to the living room again, her cat Theodora on his lap. “Oh! Hey. Um, are you sure you all don’t want something to eat? I can make like, rice and salmon or something, maybe some tea...”

She realized a bit too late that offering tea seemed a little on the nose for two demons summoned with kanji, but whatever thoughts they had on the subject, Mitsuhide just grinned and said, “Sure. Besides, I won’t take my leave for a while.”

“If you don’t mind...” Mitsunari caught up one of the books she’d set out as an offering, his eyes slowly transforming into those cat-like slits again. “I’d like to read this.”

“Oh, yeah, sure! Please! Have at it!” He’d earned it, after all. Bustling into the kitchen, she prepped the water and yanked down the boxes of tea bags. “Uh, what kinds do you guys want? I have Dragonfruit Blend, Mint and Vervaine, some classic green tea...”

“I’m fair game for anything,” Mitsuhide drawled, and she remembered all at once that he’d said he didn’t have tastebuds. That took enough of the wind out of her sails that she paused. 

“Um, shit, can you taste, Mitsunari?”

But Mitsunari didn’t answer. He had the book open, his eyes roving over every sentence, absorbing them with wide-eyed fascination that she’d never seen from anyone reading about the early history of Sapphic poetry. Mitsuhide snickered. 

“He’ll take the classic green tea. He can taste just fine.”

Alright then. She prepped one of each kind just for fun’s sake, and when the water finally whistled in the kettle she prepped the mugs and delivered them out to the coffee table, setting the cup in Mitsunari’s hand at Mitsuhide’s instruction. Like a robot, the silver-haired demon drank from it on reflex, utterly lost in the pages. 

“Jesus.” She settled in on the floor, as the two demons had taken both of her chairs. “Wish I were that focused.”

“He’s a special one.” Mitsuhide chuckled and scritched Theodora right behind the ears. The cat purred so loud that she could hear it across the room. Now that she had the time to think about it, he wasn’t like what she thought a demon would be. A little slithery? Sure. Wily? Definitely. Dangerous? Oh, she had no doubt and no interest in finding out. But he wasn’t bad, and there were parts to him that really intrigued her.

“So why can’t you taste anything, if you don’t mind my asking?”

As if to generate more confusion, he lifted his mug and sipped from it for a long time. “Traded it.”

“Traded it?”

“Mhm. I cannot smell or taste. I traded it away for other skills.”

She was half-tempted to ask what those skills were, but he shot her a grin so predatory that she thought better of it and switched tacks instead. “You can just trade things?”

“As much as you can trade things with me.” His citrine eyes bloomed orange and yellow like a faltering sunset in the glow of her living room lamps, and she wondered if he’d once been something else, a man, a person with a flesh-and-blood heartbeat. “There are some among us that have that power.”

“That sounds pretty dangerous.”

“My dear little mouse,” he hissed a laugh, “We’re all very dangerous.”

[dragon-heisters]

Session 5 May 07 2022

Notes minimal this week due to audio issues, but we soldier on. Pfenig has recovered from his hangover, but Giles still absent.

We are all now level 2, woohoo! We catch Pfenig up on what he missed. Joe gives us our trigger warning - the next part touches on homophobia, and themes of loss and grief. Are we all okay? Yes, we’re all okay.

We head to Steam and Steel, a forge owned by two male genasi - a fire genasi called Embric, and a water genasi called Avi. They ask if we’ve met Tally, the owner of the Bent Nail? They start to argue; this is a contentious subject apparently. Avi explains that they invited Tally over for dinner to discuss a business proposition; it seemed to be going well until Tally seemed to realise that the two were a couple. He became uncomfortable and standoffish, and left soon after. Avi wants to see if we can smooth things over with Tally? He is prepared to offer us a discount if we can help out...

We head over to the Bent Nail and meet Tally Fellbranch, a male half-elf. He smiles and greets us, welcomes us to the neighbourhood. He explains his trade - some weapons, but mostly furniture. Any smithing? No, but we can check out Steam and Steel. Nuri asks wouldn’t it be a good idea to go into partnership with them? He rolls a nat 20 persuasion.

He knows we’ve spoken to the genasi, then. He says it’s not because they’re gay; it was because he was married once but his wife died a few years back. He’s just jealous of their happiness, and he couldn’t bear to see that every day. He didn’t mean to offend them; it’s a him problem. Nuri offers to take him out with us, get out and see a bit of the city.

He agrees. The local temple of Sune is something Vervain noticed on Volo’s tour of the city. The temple is known as a place of comfort for the grieving, and for those who have lost loved ones to meet and find comfort in each other. Vervain suggests a visit, and Tally agrees. He seems to be cheering up a bit.

We go back to Steam and Steel and Pfenig explains the misunderstanding, as well as about Tally’s wife. Nuri wants to ask them to come out to the pub with us and Tally as well. They seem keen to come. We all go out on the lash!

We find a place called Corellon’s Crown - it’s a three storey town house on Trollskull Alley. We can get alchemical supplies and herbal remedies here. There is an androgynous-looking wood-elf, who introduces themself as Fala. They have flowers in their hair. They ask Pfenig if he’s a fellow student of the arts; he is enamoured with the whole place. Fala offers him a discount, as a fellow herbalist.

Nuri hears a voice in his head - he is told to come to the Castle Ward to see Vajra Safahr, Blackstaff (The High Wizard of Waterdeep), immediately. She is one of the most powerful mages in Waterdeep, and runs a prestigious magical academy.

The apprentices show us up when we arrive; Nuri bows. “You invaded my mind?”

Apparently, Renaer has been speaking very highly of us. She has work for us, if we’re interested? Well, we did have a night out planned… We are assured that it won’t take long. Pfenig says she can come out with us if she wants. She laughs; she doubts we could keep up with her.

She says Nuri is doing well in the Watchful Order, but he could branch out if he wanted. They take apprentices from all backgrounds. Sometimes though, they get a bad apple; this is where we come in. They have an apprentice gone rogue. Do we think we could track them down and either eliminate or capture and return…? He’s probably in the sewers.

Does she have a description? A woodcut, or a rubbing perhaps? Light skinned, bald, tattooed. Male, human. Edius. Vajra gives us a map. Anyone gifted in the arcane (she looks at Nuri) should be able to track him fairly easily.

Apparently he was stealing scrolls, and she has it on good authority that he’s been in the City of the Dead, which is forbidden? I think? (Sketchy audio.)

We get to the sewers; there is a smell of sulphur, and decomposition. Vervain casts Detect Magic, and we follow the trail further into the sewer. We round a corner, and Vervain and Pfenig spot an imp.

Actually there are two; one is flying about, the other is frolicking in some sort of ‘water’. Imps can be familiars, but most mages usually only have one at a time. Pfenig casts Ice Knife at one of them.

We kill them and move on, and find a pile of skeletons that rises up and starts to fight us. Cleric’s time to shine! Vervain uses Turn Undead, and gets two of the four. Woohoo!

Some pseudopods arrive, just as we start to think we’ve won. Uh oh… Nuri goes down, Vervain brings him back. They also cast Shield of Faith on Pfenig. Hazel kills one of the pods, and we call it there because it’s late.

[princess-of-the-worlds]

After an attack, Klaus needs to be reassured that Caroline is okay. Smut ensues 😊

this turned out a bit long (around 2.6K). and guess who wrote smut for the first time ever. i hope it didn’t turn out too awkward or strange. 

Say Yes To This

After her high school graduation and Silas’s defeat,everything quiets down in Mystic Falls. It’s not perfect, but it’s relativelymore peaceful than it has been in the last few years since Stefan and Damonwaltzed into town.

Caroline attends Whitmore for four years, and Klaus staysin New Orleans. It’s not an easy separation, but the winter, spring, and summerbreaks she spends with him makes the pining more tolerable. Even with theMikaelson home empty, Klaus’s siblings having moved around the world to createtheir own lives, and Klaus and Caroline doing practically everything together,she still doesn’t manage to confess her feelings to him.

She doesn’t understand why. There’s nothing stopping her,nothing stopping them.

Either way, once she graduates Whitmore, she says goodbyeto Bonnie and Elena and buys a one-way ticket to New Orleans, moving intoKlaus’s house and getting a job as an intern at a nearby broadcasting station.

Still, then, not everything is perfect, which Carolinelearns the hard way when a coven of witches kidnaps her from a party that Klausthrows a month after she moves.

When Klaus storms into the abandoned mansion that they’veimprisoned her in and slaughters all the witches in a blur of blond and amber eyes,she raises her perfectly-shaped eyebrows at him in apprehension. “Really?” sheasks in her trade-marked tone of sarcasm.  “That was a gorgeous Armanisuit that you just ruined with all that blood.”

“Considering that I just saved your pretty blond head,sweetheart,” Klaus shoots back, “I don’t think you have a right to becomplaining.”

Caroline rolls her eyes in response, standing up andbrushing the dust off her clothes once Klaus snaps the chains that are now freeof the witches’ magic. “They wanted to use me as bait for you, so I cancomplain all I want.”

Klaus scowls, no matching quip ready on his tongue, and itis only then Caroline realizes how panicked he looks. Only a person who trulyknew Klaus would know to look for his slightly widened eyes, the whiteness ofhis knuckles, the flaring of his nostrils.

“Klaus,” she begins reassuringly, “I’m fine. You saved me.The witches couldn’t do me too much harm anyways.”

“If I had gotten here one moment too late,” Klaus statesblandly, “it’d have been a different story.”

He’s right, and Caroline knows that.

Caroline had been drifting through the crowd all evening,at the center of the party, conversing with guests and sipping champagne, allwhile remaining under Klaus’s vigilant eye. The moment he turned even theslightest, the coven pounced, injecting Caroline with a syringe of vervain thatthey’d mixed with a sedative before cloaking her and dragging her away. Theonly way they’d gotten in was because of a loophole they’d found in theMikaelson home’s wards.

They’d been in and out, and none of Klaus’s witches haddetected a thing, so, indeed, Caroline was very lucky that Klaus found her.

She stares at Klaus, really looks at him and seesthe beauty of his face, like the Greek gods carved his features from marble,and how the blood plasters his white dress shirt to his chest, revealing theripples of his muscular abdomen.

There’s a stray drop of blood smeared along the sharp ofhis jawline, and she wants to lick it off.

“Klaus,” Caroline gasps suddenly, struck by how much she wantsKlaus.

“Did I tell you,” Klaus murmurs, the rasp of his voicecausing wetness to pool from her pussy and dampen her panties, “how ravishingyou looked tonight?”

“No,” Caroline says, her breath catching. “Why don’t youtell me?” She moves backwards, away from the iron bedposts she was chained toand more towards the dusty bed itself, thoroughly aware of every movement andshifting of her body.

“You’ve always been brighter than the sun, but, tonight,you were irresistible. No one could draw their eyes from you,” Klaus drawls ashe stalks forwards, following Caroline. “Every time you moved, your dress wouldshift, and I would catch a glimpse of your panties. I wanted to pull them offwith my teeth. My cock has been perpetually hard all evening.”

“I could give you a hand with that,” Caroline repliessolemnly.

She tugs at the silk ties of her dress that are knotted atthe nap of her neck, and they give way. The dress plunges to the dirt-streakedfloor, pooling around her bare feet.

Klaus lets out a sudden rush of breath as his eyes feast onher blond curls knotted up in a bun, the graceful curve of her bare neck, theswell of her breasts beneath the black laciness of her bra, the smooth flatnessof her stomach but still with the faint stretch marks from her chubbier yearsas a human, the tiny black panties that cover her pussy, and then the miles ofthe porcelain skin of her shapely legs.

Caroline reaches a swift hand to pluck the pins from herhair, which falls to curtain her exposed throat and brush against the hollowsof her collarbone. “Your turn,” she tells Klaus, punctuating her statement witha crude thrust of her chin towards the clothed and prominent bulge between hislegs.

“I wasn’t aware we were playing strip poker, sweetheart,”Klaus comments with unreadable eyes, his pronunciation of sweetheart onlymaking her wetter. Still, when she levels him with a stare, he begrudginglycomplies.

First, he shucks off the black coat and tosses it behindhim. Then, he undoes the buttons of his dress shirt at an agonizing pace atwhich Caroline nearly complains until she notices the mischievous quirk of hislips.

“I’m surprised you haven’t died of blue balls by now,”Caroline remarks stalely, conveying just how unimpressed she is withKlaus’s little show.

His smirk widens as he finally, finally, speeds up.

Klaus allows his shirt to slip backwards and fall into aheap behind him. Then, in true dramatic Klaus fashion, he tears his dressslacks off until they’re joined by only a few threads. He kicks off his leathershoes and stands in front of Caroline buck-nude.

His chest is lean but still shaped with enough muscle tolet onlookers realize that Klaus is formidable enough in a fight. The familiarfeather tattoo is inked on the corner of his left shoulder. Towards the slopeof his hips, a trail of fine brown-blond hairs leads downwards, and Carolinefollows that trail with her gaze until her cerulean eyes land on Klaus’s cock,hard and red and already dripping precome, nestled between his muscular legs.

Her mouth waters, and her pussy clenches around air as sheimagines running her hands over his member and taking it inside her.

She can feel more slick gathering along the crotch of herunderwear, releasing a sharp, earthy scent that Klaus sniffs at and smilesviciously.

A cool breeze filters its way into the room, likely throughthe cracks in the roof, and her nipples pebble under the thin lace of her bra.

If possible, Klaus’s cock swells even more, to the pointwhere Caroline briefly wonders if it’ll even fit inside her.

“Now, what?” he demands with eyes that are hooded withlust, lashes fluttering slightly as he blinks.

She doesn’t reply, only reaches around herself to unhookher bra and drop it to the ground and then slowly and seductively ease herpanties off her hips.

Caroline takes a steady step towards Klaus, and he growls,his eyes immediately glued to her creamy breasts that sway hypnotically as shewalks.

She wants to keep on this teasing façade, but she can’ttake it anymore! She needs to run her hands over Klaus’s shoulders andabdomen, needs his cock in her, needs his lips on hers.

With a blur of speed, she collides into him, her nipplesbrushing against his skin as their bodies mold together. His lips descendroughly onto hers, and she rises onto her tiptoes to thread a harsh handthrough his already ruffled curls.

His kiss is dirty but oh so sinfully hot as histongue roughly fucks into the warm and wet depths of her mouth, tracing overher teeth. She nips at his bottom lip, and he growls menacingly into her mouth,trailing a hand around her hip and over her ass. The same hand squeezes her asscheeks tightly together, tracing a finger lightly over the tight furl of herass, before continuing to flick elegant fingers against the lips of her pussyand press briefly against her clit.

Her knees buckle slightly, and she keens, but, just asimmediately, the hand is gone from where she wants it the most.

Klaus snakes the same hand between them to roughly clutchat her breast, smearing the wetness from her pussy everywhere, and pinch hernipple. Caroline hisses and retaliates by hooking a leg over his hip andgrinding the warmth and slick center of her pussy against the velvety,unrelenting hardness of his cock.

Klaus tears their lips apart. “Don’t tempt me, love,”he warns.

Caroline snorts. “You know, for all your reputation, youturned out to be all talk and no actual action.”

He freezes in place, and Caroline watches his eyes darkenwith lust until the pupil is no longer visible. She worries at her lower lipwith her teeth as he clenches his teeth and harshly breathes out.

Then she squeals in surprise as Klaus hoists her up andtosses her abruptly onto the bed, the momentum stunning her enough that for amoment she stares up at the broken ceiling.

Just as she recovers, he crawls on top of her and snarls,“I’ll show you action.” It sounds cheesy enough that she would havegiggled, but then he ducks his head and mouths at her breast and swirls histongue around her nipple. She throws back her head and moans.

Klaus takes his time, lavishing her breasts with his tongueand tracing patterns into the skin of her stomach with his fingers. Helanguidly trails his mouth lower and lower, sucking bruises into her porcelainskin that heal and quickly disappear.

He’s teasing her, and it’s killing her. He’ll move hisfingers and mouth near and around her pussy but never actually touch heraching, dripping center.

The asshole is playing a manipulative, psychological catand mouse game!

“That’s it!” Caroline finally snaps when the lust and needis too much for her to bear. She shoves up at him, using the leverage ofher legs around his waist to climb on him and straddle him.

“You likely expect me to complain,” Klaus says coyly, “butI like this view just as much as the last one.” Predictably, his eyes arenarrowed and focused on her chest.

She rolls her eyes and looks down to see Klaus’s cock,still hard and weeping drops of precome . “Aww,” she says to it in a falselysaccharine tone. “Does somebody feel a little neglected?” She bends overto press a kiss to its head, and Klaus grits his teeth audibly. Caroline licksthe sharp, bitter taste of Klaus’s precome from her lips, and he watches themotion with rapid eyes.

Then she reaches down and firmly grips his cock in herright hand, squeezing slightly, and he throws back his head and groans.

Caroline smirks, realizing that she has found one ofKlaus’s most sensitive points.

With quick movements, Caroline shifts onto her knees andpositions her pussy over Klaus’s cock. Slowly, she brushes the head against herfolds, ghosting it over her clit. She relishes in the fact that Klaus’sexpression has become agonized.

She’d tease him more, but she can’t no longer tolerate herown lust, which has only been growing.

Carefully, Caroline sinks down, the walls of her pussystretching to fit gradually expanding to accommodate his length, which reachesspots that no man has ever before and presses everywhere.

“Huh,” she remarks simply, glancing down to where they arejoined. “That went well.”

Klaus groans in response. “Sweetheart,” he manages to say.“Move.”

“Alright, alright,” she says hastily. “Impatient,” shemurmurs under her breath, knowing quite well that he can hear her.

If having Klaus inside her felt amazing, thenactually moving is heaven on earth.

She rides him swiftly and mercilessly, moving up and downin sharp, jerky motion while her breasts jolt in rhythm. With each movement,the head of his cock is shoved up inside her, and she bites her lip out ofpleasure.

Klaus can only keep his head thrown back, expressionwrecked, and eyes closed, his neck curved alluringly.

“Who knew that Klaus Mikaelson was so submissive in bed?”Caroline remarks sharply, surprised that she can still string words togetherdespite how overcome she feels.

Riding Klaus’s cock is a thousand times better than fuckingherself with her largest dildo, especially since she can feel Klaus like ironrebar in her but pulsing and warm.

Klaus’s eyes flutter open, and he smiles crookedly. “Iassure you, I can be quite dominating when I want to, but I enjoy all kinds ofsex.”

Caroline hums and briefly wonders what it would be like tostraddle his head with her thighs and shove her pussy into his face until hehas no option but to eat her out.

That idea sends a thrill through her spine as she realizessex with Klaus bring out her kinky side in a way that no sex has before.

She moans enthusiastically, steadying one hand against theplanes of his chest and using the other to cup her breasts and massage andsqueeze.

“Enjoying yourself?” Klaus asks dryly, but then she slamsdown on him, and he’s back to being at a loss of words.

Beneath her, the muscles of Klaus’s legs draw up tighterand tighter as his spine begins to lift off the bed. He worries at his lip.

“Close?” Caroline asks, and, when Klaus confirms it with ashaky nod, she reaches down to rub at her clit furiously.

Moments later, she moves one last time on Klaus’s cock,which combined with the friction on her clit is enough to send her over, andthen he stiffens and comes inside her in a flood of warmth, his spine archingeven more of the bed.

He cries out her name when he comes.

She pants and then lifts off Klaus’s cock. Both of theireyes wander to her pussy, and they watch curiously as his come sticks to herthighs. She lifts her eyes and meets Klaus’s before he surges forward.

He flips them over and shoves three fingers into her pussy,fingering her roughly enough that in a matter of seconds her walls tightenaround him and she comes a second time, blacking out for a minute.

When she rouses, Klaus has wiped their come with his suitjacket and is smirking at her. “That was satisfying,” he says dirtily.

She eyes scratches near his collarbone that are healing andrealizes that she left them there in the chaos of her second orgasm; sheflushes red. “If you insist,” she shoots back, still blushing.

“Round two?” he questions.

She shakes her head. “I will definitely say yes, seeingthat you gave me two more orgasms than most men do during the first time.But…just not here.” Caroline casts a wary look at their battered surroundingsbefore staring at the dirty bed they had just defiled and the bodies scatteredaround it. “I could use a blood bag, actually.”

Klaus must really be satisfied if he doesn’t teasinglyoffer her blood from one of the willing humans they keep on retainer. “I coulduse some refreshments,” he agrees.

“Good,” Caroline says as she slips off the bed. “But, nexttime we start with you eating me out until my legs collapse under me. Capiche?”

He nods. “Of course, sweetheart.”

[septembersung]

After Life

TVD, post-canon/au-ish. Another time jump. More vampires and Catholicism overlap.

1/7. Til Death Do Us Part 2/7. On the Other Side of the Line 3/7. The Smell of Blood 4/7. Burn 

5/7. Eternal Life

It was a warm Friday night in October. The six Salvatores sat around the dining table, exchanging news about their days and relaxing into the weekend. Miranda, a senior in high school, was still in her cheerleading uniform. Ric, a sophomore, was channeling a young Uncle Jeremy vibe with longer hair and a disinterested expression. Bonnie, the middle schooler, had her nose in a book. Unusually, it was youngest, ten year old Antony, who couldn’t be coaxed into sharing something about his day. Damon and Elena traded the wordless but deeply communicative glance of the long-married, and after dessert, Elena deftly ushered the older three to the living room for family board game night while Damon insisted it was Antony’s turn to help him clear the table.

“You cooked, why do you have to clean up too?” Antony complained as they stacked plates, cups, and silverware and carried them to the kitchen.

“Family tradition,” Damon answered easily. “Your Grandpa Gilbert always did the cooking, and I’ve been cooking for Elena pretty much since I met her.”

“Well, the girls should clean up then.”

“Normally, I’d agree with you, but this is really my clever plan to get you alone and ask what’s bothering you.”

“Why do you think I’m bothered?” Antony grouched, in tones that even Damon recognized as inherited from himself.

“My chattiest child, silent at dinner?” he replied with deliberate casualness. “Don’t play dumb.”

Antony hopped up on the counter and watched his father start rinsing the dishes and loading them carefully in the dishwasher. At last, with a darkly triumphant tone, he announced: “A vampire followed me home from school.”

Damon broke a glass.

The loud, cheerful voices in the living room faltered for a minute, but recovered. Damon knew it would take all the self-control she had to keep Elena from rushing in. He had to sort this out quickly.

“Get the broom, will you?”

Antony slid off the counter and brought it over. Damon began methodically sweeping up the pieces, without looking at his son.

Antony sighed. “She had a big gaudy ring. Moved a little too smooth, too fast. Never saw her look at me but she stayed behind me right up to the edge of town. And,” he added, as if expecting to get in trouble for it, “she was wearing flip flops. I had some vervain on me. I dropped a little out of my pocket on the sidewalk and she went out of her way to avoid it.”

Damon had a white-knuckle grip on the broom. He forced himself to let it go, pick up the dustpan, empty the glass shards into the coffee can they reserved for such moments, put it back on the shelf.

“And you didn’t think this was important enough to mention? I had to drag it out of you?”

Antony looked at his feet. “I don’t know.”

“Think hard. I’m sure you do.”

Damon finished loading the dishwasher and started it. Antony examined a scab on his knee. Damon resisted the urge to pour a shot of bourbon, and instead began scrubbing the already clean counter. Antony slouched against the cabinets.

“I was curious,” Antony said at last. “And she didn’t seem like a threat.”

“And how would you know that?”

“No crazy veins, no red eyes, no super speed… and I’m still alive.”

Vampires, back in Mystic Falls…

“Well, what did she look like?”

“Um… blonde?”

Damon stopped scrubbing and met his son’s eyes. “Long hair? Short? What color eyes?”

“Kind of… medium. And I don’t know.”

“Elena?” Damon called with forced cheerfulness.

His wife poked her head in the kitchen. “Everything okay?” she asked, looking at Antony.

“Have you heard from Caroline lately?”

“No, it’s been… more than a year now, at least. Why?”

“Just curious.”

“Damon, what’s—“

“Just some father-son bonding,” Damon cut her off. “Nothing to worry about.”

Glaring daggers at him, Elena retreated.

“You’re not going to tell her?” Antony asked wonderingly.

“Of course I’m telling her! When I know just what it is that I’m telling her. And when I decide just how much trouble you should be in.”

Antony glared at his father, but he began to look doubtful. “You think it was Aunt Caroline? It’s been a long time, but I thought I’d recognize her.”

“It probably wasn’t. It’s not like her, to come unannounced. Or to stalk a child. And,” he added grudgingly, “I don’t have that kind of luck.”

At last, Antony began to look uneasy. “Am I really in trouble? Are we in danger?”

“Yes, and no - probably not - I don’t know. I have a lot of enemies, Antony. That’s why we take safety so seriously.” Damon folded his arms and considered his youngest child. “Why didn’t you tell me first thing?”

“Because I’m curious!” Antony exploded. “Because I hoped she would talk to me. Because you loved being a vampire but any time it comes up you and mom get so tense, and because vampires live forever. What is the point of any of this—“ he gestured sharply at the crucifix on the kitchen wall— “when vampires live forever and can do whatever they want?”

Oh. Oh. Oh no. Understanding, and relief, and weariness, washed over Damon.

When he and Elena had made the choice to be honest with their children, when each was old enough to understand, about their past and the supernatural side of life in Mystic Falls, they knew it could create problems. Including hard conversations about the “big questions.” The older three had gone through something like this - just a little later. But this was well-charted territory.

“Living forever is not the same thing as eternal life, Antony,” Damon said quietly. “Trust me on that.”

“I don’t see how,” his son muttered, refusing to meet his eyes.

“Eternal life is peace, Antony. It’s eternal happiness. My life as a vampire was never peaceful. And never happy.”

“But... you enjoyed it.”

“When I had my switch flipped, yeah. In a manner of speaking.” Wearily, Damon pushed away whispering memories of speed, the thrill of power, the taste of invincible nights.

Antony was really confused now. “But not the rest of the time?”

“Hedonism isn’t happiness, Antony. I was like a drug addict. It didn’t rule me exactly like it did your Uncle Stefan, but… I was a slave to it. I was completely controlled by my desires. And those desires almost kept me from your mom - who is,” he raised his voice, looking pointedly at the door, “the greatest happiness I have ever or will ever know on this earth.”

Elena poked her head around the door frame. “How did you know I was listening?”

“The precise instincts of the long-married,” Damon returned seriously.

Elena swatted his arm affectionately and turned to embrace her youngest. He leaned into her hug, burying his face in her shoulder. Damon was startled by how tall he suddenly seemed.

“Antony, why didn’t you come to me?” Elena asked.

He shrugged.

“I think it’s time you had a chat with Fr. Cyriacus.”

Antony groaned. “Why?”

“Do we really need to dignify that with an answer?” Damon asked.

“Am I in trouble?”

Damon and Elena glanced at each other. There was an unknown vampire out there, who might or might not know them, or about them, and wish them harm. And their son needed their help.

“Tomorrow you’ll do a an extra chore or two,” Elena said after a moment. “And you’ll make an appointment with Fr. Cyriacus - just like your siblings have done. And we’ll move on.”

“But you need to remember,” Damon added, “to always come to us about these things. It keeps you - all of us - safe.”

Antony nodded quickly. “I will. I’m sorry.”

“Go pick out a game with the others,” Damon said, squeezing his shoulder. “We’ll be right out.”

Alone in the kitchen, Damon and Elena regarded each other seriously. After a long silence, Damon asked, “Does it ever feel to you, too, like we’ll never be done… paying back? Like we’ll never be… free?”

Elena frowned. “You think this is a punishment?”

“Isn’t it?”

“Everyone has a past, Damon. And lots of people make choices when they’re younger that affect the whole rest of their lives. You could be an ex-mobster and we’d have the same worries. You said it yourself - peace comes later. It’s not a part of this life.”

Damon scoffed, but his heart wasn’t in it. He stretched his shoulders, rubbed his eyes. “I’m just… tired. I never thought i could feel so tired.”

“Well, you’re getting old,” Elena teased, wrapping her arms around his waist. “But gray looks good on you.”

“Good thing I’m married to an ever-youthful, ever-beautiful woman,” he responded, and leaned for a kiss.

Several minutes later, it was Miranda who looked in to see what had happened them. “Ugh, forget it, guys,” she called back to her siblings. “They’re just being gross again.”

Guiltily, and laughing a little at themselves, Damon and Elena extracted themselves and went to join whatever game their children had chosen.

On the way, Damon turned the deadbolt on the front door. It didn’t bring him any comfort.