Vanessa Mikaelson

𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳

[originallynessa]

Vanessa Mikaelson. An Original vampire, sixth Mikaelson sibling.

Family is non-negotiable. Cross them, and we’re going to have a problem.

Face claim: Abigail Cowen Child face claim: Robyn Betteridge

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moodboard by @mutantontheloose

[thatone-midgardian]

[originallynessa]

The church was loud with arguments and Vanessa was already regretting coming. Witches accused vampires of breaking the truce, wolves snapped back with threats, and somewhere behind her Klaus was one rude comment away from ripping someone’s heart out.

“If everyone could stop threatening each other for five minutes,” she said, clearly annoyed, “maybe we’d actually get somewhere.” Every faction looked seconds away from violence, and she could already tell this meeting was not ending peacefully.

One accusation turned into shouting. Then another. Then someone pushed someone else and it was like a match hitting dry wood.

closed rp: @matt-bites

[matt-bites]

It was entertaining, really, he thought to himself, a consistent stream of smoke blown from his parted mouth as he watched the utter fools erupt into violent chaos? Funny thing, he really liked violent chaos. Brought out a lot in him. You know, like mischief, sometimes, times like these. He hadn't been on a hunt, lately, not seriously, and his clan had been begging him for solo action for a long damn time, now, so he sat upon the railing of the triforium, the cathedral echoing with uncoordinated violence.

"Tsk, tsk...look at how they're making a mess, again..."

Typical Mikaelsons.

He blinks, senses keen at a particular moment as he picked on a scent. It wasn't human, no, not warm like it was supposed to be, but utterly...something. Something akin to human that made his addiction to being on a hunt churn after a while of being supressed.

His jaw ticked from habit, he looked for the source, still unnoticed amongst the chaos unfolding on the floor beneath, taking a slow drag.

Was it the girl? The source of this scent?

[originallynessa]

Klaus moved instantly, grabbing someone and slamming them into a pillar. Vanessa straightened fast, eyes darting around as everything broke apart at once. People were fighting everywhere now, panic, anger and years of tension finally exploding.

A werewolf nearby grabbed a broken piece of the debris, sharp, jagged wood, still stained from the broken structure, and before anyone could react, he swung it in the middle of the chaos. "Bloody hell..." Vanessa muttered as she looked down, the makeshift stake grazing her heart from behind. (she wouldn't have died but it still hurt. and basically she can't heal herself until she pulls it out which she can't cause its on her back)

[matt-bites]

He had barely tossed the piece around with one hand, and the girl already looked unnerved. Must be over-stimulation. Poor girl, tal about being around these hefty men all the time. It's like nobody was more emotionally settled than a fourteen year old.

Although he didn't expect it to miss by an inch and land straight into the girl's back, clattering down from the loss in it's momentum.

And boy, did it worsen the scent. Like he felt before, it was less than human, of course. But it was certainly...something.

Then he approached her, gentle steps, he wouldn't want her fleeing in such violence already ensuing around them.

"I come in peace."

Was what he said when she turned towards him, a hand in his pocket, the other holding his cigarette, then flicking it away, as it blunted itself against the tiling of the floor.

Then approached with care. He knew better than to tic off this wild looking darling.

"Don't look so surprised."

He blinked, his charming expression returning to less than harmless.

Then, let an arm fall around her waist, the Vervain pin between his fingers slipping through the fabric of her top gently, arm bracing for her weight once she would lose footing.

"Are they always this noisy?"

He asks the girl, casual, waiting for it to kick in, returning to a charming facade, truth being, it wasn't easy to keep off a bloody scent.

[originallynessa]

Vanessa pushed herself upright properly, ignoring how unsteady she felt. “If you’re here to talk, now is really not the time.” Her hand shot out immediately, grabbing at his wrist.

“What did you—” she cut herself off, trying again to pull his hand away, but her movements were slower than they should’ve been.

[matt-bites]

"Oh, not here to talk, no..."

He snickered, charming in a way that only sly ones are, head tilting down to meet her gaze. She wasn't half as bad looking as the other rodents for brothers she had. Interesting.

Then, exhaled.

"You don't need to know."

He told her. She wasn't weak, asked the right questions, it was taking long to really work on her. Good to know, would be useful if she's ever giving him a hard time, later. And maybe she was human, even, from the prominent kind of musk in her bloody scent. A human wouldn't characteristically be here, but oh well, never rule out the chances. Especially if you want to hunt.

Feisty, he thought.

Too bad if he gets a scar on this beautiful face, right?

His arm stayed around, discreetly concerned for the bleeding from her back, although he didn't look it. Then turning to her again, he breathed, deep. Watching it finally start to settle over her.

"Sweet dreams for a while?"

[originallynessa]

She tried to shove his arm off her waist again. This time her hand barely made it halfway before dropping back down. “What did you do to me?” she demanded, voice lower now, more controlled but clearly fighting to stay steady.

Her gaze flicked to his hand, then to the pin, and something clicked in her expression. “…Vervain,” she muttered under her breath, more realization than question.

[matt-bites]

"Sh, sh, sh..."

He blinked, bringing his finger to his mouth as if to shush her, his pupils dilating from the smell of whatever unique kind of blood she had. So she did put up a fight. He wouldn't have expected otherwise. His arm tightened around her back in the slightest, the finger coming up to clamp gently around her eyes.

"...Sleep, darling."

˙⋆✮

He breathed quietly, tossing around a blade in the silence of the infirmary chamber.

The girl had been out cold for a long while. His associate had told him she wouldn't be out for too long with the kind of Vervain he had been provided. And really, it was boring him now, even though he had asked the nurses to get he back wound taken care of so she wouldn't reek of enticement within this proximity of him.

He wanted to know what he had hunt. If he was lucky enough, this could be a chase between her brothers and him. Interesting.

He wanted to know if this new Mikaelson face was another one of their Neonates. What was the kind of her blood that smelled like it could have him hunting for months if he had to. She had to be unapproachably careful with this kind of scent around her. Wolves like himself wouldn't wait before trying to claw her jugular out.

He was being nice, taking her someplace safe, first, he thought.

She couldn't be this attainable. And yet, here she was, having fallen into deep sleep from a Vervain pin of all things, that he had somehow managed to get into her, while around her family.

Not only that, but he had also, somehow fled the scene with her. Now, if this was an expected hurdle around them in chaos, her tendency to disappear often, or just a prominent lack of security from her family's end, he did not know.

He glanced at her for a moment, noticing a freckle up her neck.

She wasn't exactly...displeasing to look at. He could expect that much from a Mikaelson. And that she heavily looked like one. They sure were a kind, he thought.

Then, waited for her to stir, the blade tossing around with a gentle ringing sound.

[originallynessa]

Her gaze finally lifted toward him across the room, immediately landing on the blade flipping between his fingers. “You absolute psycho.” she muttered dryly, voice rough from sleep as she pushed herself upright slightly.

She swung her legs off the bed and stood, the movement fast enough to blur, and before the blade could even finish spinning in his hand she was across the room. Her hand wrapped around his throat as she slam him back against the wall.

“You drugged me with vervain and dragged me to gods know where while my family was in the middle of a war zone.” Her voice sharpened. “Do you have any idea what Klaus is probably doing right now?”

[matt-bites]

"Hey, there, let's take it slower, Miss In-charge..."

He smiles at the feeling of being held down. Relishes in it like an overpowering predator would, knowingly. Certainly, she put up a good fight. Too bad she was basically...half of his demeanor. Feisty.

"...Knowing Klaus, he's probably out there doing something stupid, no- don't correct me, I know it is difficult to agree even if you want to."

He snickers gently, then, takes her palm, albeit gentler than his own, firm, and he knew a trained hand when he held one. It wasn't warm, why would it be. His other hand hovered over her waist. He was a predator, and a gentleman.

"And really, your family? Bunch of...what? Hot heads who didn't see me swoop you out of there? No, really, I am a wolf, first, not exactly as efficient as all of you revenants...and yet they neither stopped, nor saw me bring you away..."

He held back a quiet snicker again.

"...And they call themselves Apex Hemovores...they couldn't even...establish protection, they'll be strongest out there, but they'll keep the world waiting until their internal conflicts end."

Well, he wasn't usually this articulated, but from the way the girl's firm grip loosened against him, he could tell he was clear enough, even though slightly pressing her nerves. Fun. Seemed fun, being under that traitorous, fuming gaze of hers. She wasn't exactly intimidating.

Striking, more so

"I didn't kill you, you know, if I wanted to, I wouldn't have asked them to nurse you...that's not what I want..."

[originallynessa]

The second he took her hand, she ripped it out of his grasp, “Do not touch me.” She took another step back, eyes fixed on him carefully this time—not panicked, not dizzy anymore.

“And trust me,” she said sharply, “I’m fully aware my brothers are impossible. Klaus especially. That does not suddenly make kidnapping me a good idea.”

He wasn’t entirely wrong. The church had been chaos. Everyone fighting everyone. Magic everywhere. Even Elijah had been distracted trying to stop Klaus from tearing through half the room. "You can't kill me"

[matt-bites]

"...I don't want to."

He said, sighing, letting his drop as she snatched hers away.

"If I wanted to kill you, believe me, I'd make a spectacle of it right in front of your family. I don't believe in niceness, or in being hunted, when I have an aim to get through to."

He said, picking his blade up again and tossing it around.

"I just wanted to study you, you know,"

He blinked, catching the blade, looking at her, then tossing it again. She sure was a fire-cracker with strangers. Again, a somewhat inherited trait, it seemed.

"...Your scent is different."

He confesses, coming to the point finally.

"It's not human, it not hybrid, either, and neither is it plainly...the vampire kind, although I am sure you are a thorough vampire, it interests me more than I thought. Besides, I wouldn't voluntarily seek out a connection with your family if it wasn't so..."

He swallows quietly, would rather die than admit his little sparked interest in this neonate was that significant, pausing his motions with the blade.

"I only want to make observations. Besides, you're not too hideous to have around, and..."

He shrugged, knowing how back handed it must have sounded, but he never really did proper compliments as such, no?

[originallynessa]

Vanessa stared at him for a long moment and actually laughed. “You kidnapped an Original vampire because you were curious?”

There was genuine disbelief in her voice. “And here I thought my brothers had poor decision making skills.”

“…Did you just call me ‘not too hideous’?” She was offended more than irritated, “That may actually be the rudest compliment anyone has ever given me.”

[matt-bites]

"...Well, my methods are unconventional but they're not wrong...besides, you talk much easier than the rest of your brothers..."

He shrugs, explaining. His gaze doesn't leave hers when she laughs at him like she's seen sheep fly, when her brows narrow with a delicate crease falling between them, making observations about her, and sometimes her scent.

He'd never seen any neonate be this...articulated, in a good way, not that he'd admit any of it.

"...I'm not too good at them, I've disparaged more in my life than I have had opportunities to praise."

He shrugs, 'You cannot blame me.'

She wouldn't understand, how startling it had been for him to have found that scent, for that scent to have driven him past his discipline, to hunt a Neonate. Well, he did hunt humans, he did not give a care for those, he was messy with all of it too, only that...he had always restrained from going for clanned neonates, like herself in this case.

And yet, he did. Because of a scent he couldn't restrain knowing about.

Pathetic? No.

Desperate? Maybe.

[originallynessa]

"Trust me," she said dryly, "the bar for being easier to talk to than my brothers is buried somewhere underground."

Klaus would have torn the room apart already. Kol probably would’ve laughed in his face before stabbing him. Elijah would’ve done the calm, terrifyingly polite threat thing. Vanessa just looked annoyed.

"You keep staring at me like I’m some kind of science experiment," she pointed out. "It’s unsettling."

Vanessa exhaled quietly, still watching him carefully. "You know Klaus is going to rip you to shreds the second he finds us."

[matt-bites]

He sighs.

"You're not an experiment. I'm not a creep, and I do not care about Klaus, for fuck's sake."

He was a patient man, mostly. Hearing Klaus this, Klaus that, though, was driving it up the wall. He shot her a narrowed glance, then exhaled briefly, containing it.

"Servings will be downstairs when you eventually need to feed. It's not fresh blood, but it's the best we've got."

He blinks, loitering around, gaze dragging down the shelves of books.

"I don't think it's a good idea that you go back, soon, given the...conditions your family has created. You'll go back when I make sure everything is settled, myself."

He shrugged.

"Don't worry, when things are well, I'll send you off myself."

[originallynessa]

“You think I’m just going to sit here while my family is out there in the middle of a war?” Vanessa stared at him for a second after that.

“My family did not create this war alone,” she snapped. “And even if they had, they are still my family.”

That part was non-negotiable

“I’m not hungry.”

Then she glanced toward the door before looking back at him again.

“And stop acting like this is some sort of protective gesture,” she said sharply. “You don’t get to abduct me and then pretend you’re helping.”

[matt-bites]

"Well you are, indeed, just here, so yeah..."

He tells her, gesturing to where she stood in the room, shrugging gently, then turning to face her.

"Yeah, well your 'family', is at each other's throats with pig heads on sticks, so...I'd rather not leave you wherever they are right now..."

He explained, his tone still adamantly cool, the little scar across his nose twitching when his nose scrunched as he spoke.

He could only sigh and shake his head at the 'not hungry' comment, knowing that the Vervain must have probably taken half the life out of the stubborn girl but she wouldn't tell.

"Well, not exactly a protective gesture, and I don't insinuate that I'm helping, because, all in all, it is for my sake that I wanted to know....you, and well, if sending you back means I couldn't see you later, by a split chance, if something happens, then I'd....rather not."

He blinks, hands gesturing as he explained, while only trying to reason with her verbally for the reason of keeping her that even he himself was unsure of. God wasn't on his side, but his ability to spew bullshit and make it make sense was.

"...Are you a fan of Baklavas? Our chef is really good at those-"

Yeah, unconventional way of making friends, if he would ever dare to call it that, but oh, well.

[originallynessa]

"My family is always at each other’s throats," she shot back immediately. "That’s not exactly new."

She watched him carefully while he spoke, noticing the way he kept trying to explain himself like this situation could somehow be reasoned into normalcy.

The abrupt subject change threw her off so badly she actually stared at him for a second. "I suppose I could try some."

[originallynessa]

The church was loud with arguments and Vanessa was already regretting coming. Witches accused vampires of breaking the truce, wolves snapped back with threats, and somewhere behind her Klaus was one rude comment away from ripping someone’s heart out.

“If everyone could stop threatening each other for five minutes,” she said, clearly annoyed, “maybe we’d actually get somewhere.” Every faction looked seconds away from violence, and she could already tell this meeting was not ending peacefully.

One accusation turned into shouting. Then another. Then someone pushed someone else and it was like a match hitting dry wood.

closed rp: @matt-bites

[matt-bites]

It was entertaining, really, he thought to himself, a consistent stream of smoke blown from his parted mouth as he watched the utter fools erupt into violent chaos? Funny thing, he really liked violent chaos. Brought out a lot in him. You know, like mischief, sometimes, times like these. He hadn't been on a hunt, lately, not seriously, and his clan had been begging him for solo action for a long damn time, now, so he sat upon the railing of the triforium, the cathedral echoing with uncoordinated violence.

"Tsk, tsk...look at how they're making a mess, again..."

Typical Mikaelsons.

He blinks, senses keen at a particular moment as he picked on a scent. It wasn't human, no, not warm like it was supposed to be, but utterly...something. Something akin to human that made his addiction to being on a hunt churn after a while of being supressed.

His jaw ticked from habit, he looked for the source, still unnoticed amongst the chaos unfolding on the floor beneath, taking a slow drag.

Was it the girl? The source of this scent?

[originallynessa]

Klaus moved instantly, grabbing someone and slamming them into a pillar. Vanessa straightened fast, eyes darting around as everything broke apart at once. People were fighting everywhere now, panic, anger and years of tension finally exploding.

A werewolf nearby grabbed a broken piece of the debris, sharp, jagged wood, still stained from the broken structure, and before anyone could react, he swung it in the middle of the chaos. "Bloody hell..." Vanessa muttered as she looked down, the makeshift stake grazing her heart from behind. (she wouldn't have died but it still hurt. and basically she can't heal herself until she pulls it out which she can't cause its on her back)

[matt-bites]

He had barely tossed the piece around with one hand, and the girl already looked unnerved. Must be over-stimulation. Poor girl, tal about being around these hefty men all the time. It's like nobody was more emotionally settled than a fourteen year old.

Although he didn't expect it to miss by an inch and land straight into the girl's back, clattering down from the loss in it's momentum.

And boy, did it worsen the scent. Like he felt before, it was less than human, of course. But it was certainly...something.

Then he approached her, gentle steps, he wouldn't want her fleeing in such violence already ensuing around them.

"I come in peace."

Was what he said when she turned towards him, a hand in his pocket, the other holding his cigarette, then flicking it away, as it blunted itself against the tiling of the floor.

Then approached with care. He knew better than to tic off this wild looking darling.

"Don't look so surprised."

He blinked, his charming expression returning to less than harmless.

Then, let an arm fall around her waist, the Vervain pin between his fingers slipping through the fabric of her top gently, arm bracing for her weight once she would lose footing.

"Are they always this noisy?"

He asks the girl, casual, waiting for it to kick in, returning to a charming facade, truth being, it wasn't easy to keep off a bloody scent.

[originallynessa]

Vanessa pushed herself upright properly, ignoring how unsteady she felt. “If you’re here to talk, now is really not the time.” Her hand shot out immediately, grabbing at his wrist.

“What did you—” she cut herself off, trying again to pull his hand away, but her movements were slower than they should’ve been.

[matt-bites]

"Oh, not here to talk, no..."

He snickered, charming in a way that only sly ones are, head tilting down to meet her gaze. She wasn't half as bad looking as the other rodents for brothers she had. Interesting.

Then, exhaled.

"You don't need to know."

He told her. She wasn't weak, asked the right questions, it was taking long to really work on her. Good to know, would be useful if she's ever giving him a hard time, later. And maybe she was human, even, from the prominent kind of musk in her bloody scent. A human wouldn't characteristically be here, but oh well, never rule out the chances. Especially if you want to hunt.

Feisty, he thought.

Too bad if he gets a scar on this beautiful face, right?

His arm stayed around, discreetly concerned for the bleeding from her back, although he didn't look it. Then turning to her again, he breathed, deep. Watching it finally start to settle over her.

"Sweet dreams for a while?"

[originallynessa]

She tried to shove his arm off her waist again. This time her hand barely made it halfway before dropping back down. “What did you do to me?” she demanded, voice lower now, more controlled but clearly fighting to stay steady.

Her gaze flicked to his hand, then to the pin, and something clicked in her expression. “…Vervain,” she muttered under her breath, more realization than question.

[matt-bites]

"Sh, sh, sh..."

He blinked, bringing his finger to his mouth as if to shush her, his pupils dilating from the smell of whatever unique kind of blood she had. So she did put up a fight. He wouldn't have expected otherwise. His arm tightened around her back in the slightest, the finger coming up to clamp gently around her eyes.

"...Sleep, darling."

˙⋆✮

He breathed quietly, tossing around a blade in the silence of the infirmary chamber.

The girl had been out cold for a long while. His associate had told him she wouldn't be out for too long with the kind of Vervain he had been provided. And really, it was boring him now, even though he had asked the nurses to get he back wound taken care of so she wouldn't reek of enticement within this proximity of him.

He wanted to know what he had hunt. If he was lucky enough, this could be a chase between her brothers and him. Interesting.

He wanted to know if this new Mikaelson face was another one of their Neonates. What was the kind of her blood that smelled like it could have him hunting for months if he had to. She had to be unapproachably careful with this kind of scent around her. Wolves like himself wouldn't wait before trying to claw her jugular out.

He was being nice, taking her someplace safe, first, he thought.

She couldn't be this attainable. And yet, here she was, having fallen into deep sleep from a Vervain pin of all things, that he had somehow managed to get into her, while around her family.

Not only that, but he had also, somehow fled the scene with her. Now, if this was an expected hurdle around them in chaos, her tendency to disappear often, or just a prominent lack of security from her family's end, he did not know.

He glanced at her for a moment, noticing a freckle up her neck.

She wasn't exactly...displeasing to look at. He could expect that much from a Mikaelson. And that she heavily looked like one. They sure were a kind, he thought.

Then, waited for her to stir, the blade tossing around with a gentle ringing sound.

[originallynessa]

Her gaze finally lifted toward him across the room, immediately landing on the blade flipping between his fingers. “You absolute psycho.” she muttered dryly, voice rough from sleep as she pushed herself upright slightly.

She swung her legs off the bed and stood, the movement fast enough to blur, and before the blade could even finish spinning in his hand she was across the room. Her hand wrapped around his throat as she slam him back against the wall.

“You drugged me with vervain and dragged me to gods know where while my family was in the middle of a war zone.” Her voice sharpened. “Do you have any idea what Klaus is probably doing right now?”

[matt-bites]

"Hey, there, let's take it slower, Miss In-charge..."

He smiles at the feeling of being held down. Relishes in it like an overpowering predator would, knowingly. Certainly, she put up a good fight. Too bad she was basically...half of his demeanor. Feisty.

"...Knowing Klaus, he's probably out there doing something stupid, no- don't correct me, I know it is difficult to agree even if you want to."

He snickers gently, then, takes her palm, albeit gentler than his own, firm, and he knew a trained hand when he held one. It wasn't warm, why would it be. His other hand hovered over her waist. He was a predator, and a gentleman.

"And really, your family? Bunch of...what? Hot heads who didn't see me swoop you out of there? No, really, I am a wolf, first, not exactly as efficient as all of you revenants...and yet they neither stopped, nor saw me bring you away..."

He held back a quiet snicker again.

"...And they call themselves Apex Hemovores...they couldn't even...establish protection, they'll be strongest out there, but they'll keep the world waiting until their internal conflicts end."

Well, he wasn't usually this articulated, but from the way the girl's firm grip loosened against him, he could tell he was clear enough, even though slightly pressing her nerves. Fun. Seemed fun, being under that traitorous, fuming gaze of hers. She wasn't exactly intimidating.

Striking, more so

"I didn't kill you, you know, if I wanted to, I wouldn't have asked them to nurse you...that's not what I want..."

[originallynessa]

The second he took her hand, she ripped it out of his grasp, “Do not touch me.” She took another step back, eyes fixed on him carefully this time—not panicked, not dizzy anymore.

“And trust me,” she said sharply, “I’m fully aware my brothers are impossible. Klaus especially. That does not suddenly make kidnapping me a good idea.”

He wasn’t entirely wrong. The church had been chaos. Everyone fighting everyone. Magic everywhere. Even Elijah had been distracted trying to stop Klaus from tearing through half the room. "You can't kill me"

[matt-bites]

"...I don't want to."

He said, sighing, letting his drop as she snatched hers away.

"If I wanted to kill you, believe me, I'd make a spectacle of it right in front of your family. I don't believe in niceness, or in being hunted, when I have an aim to get through to."

He said, picking his blade up again and tossing it around.

"I just wanted to study you, you know,"

He blinked, catching the blade, looking at her, then tossing it again. She sure was a fire-cracker with strangers. Again, a somewhat inherited trait, it seemed.

"...Your scent is different."

He confesses, coming to the point finally.

"It's not human, it not hybrid, either, and neither is it plainly...the vampire kind, although I am sure you are a thorough vampire, it interests me more than I thought. Besides, I wouldn't voluntarily seek out a connection with your family if it wasn't so..."

He swallows quietly, would rather die than admit his little sparked interest in this neonate was that significant, pausing his motions with the blade.

"I only want to make observations. Besides, you're not too hideous to have around, and..."

He shrugged, knowing how back handed it must have sounded, but he never really did proper compliments as such, no?

[originallynessa]

Vanessa stared at him for a long moment and actually laughed. “You kidnapped an Original vampire because you were curious?”

There was genuine disbelief in her voice. “And here I thought my brothers had poor decision making skills.”

“…Did you just call me ‘not too hideous’?” She was offended more than irritated, “That may actually be the rudest compliment anyone has ever given me.”

[matt-bites]

"...Well, my methods are unconventional but they're not wrong...besides, you talk much easier than the rest of your brothers..."

He shrugs, explaining. His gaze doesn't leave hers when she laughs at him like she's seen sheep fly, when her brows narrow with a delicate crease falling between them, making observations about her, and sometimes her scent.

He'd never seen any neonate be this...articulated, in a good way, not that he'd admit any of it.

"...I'm not too good at them, I've disparaged more in my life than I have had opportunities to praise."

He shrugs, 'You cannot blame me.'

She wouldn't understand, how startling it had been for him to have found that scent, for that scent to have driven him past his discipline, to hunt a Neonate. Well, he did hunt humans, he did not give a care for those, he was messy with all of it too, only that...he had always restrained from going for clanned neonates, like herself in this case.

And yet, he did. Because of a scent he couldn't restrain knowing about.

Pathetic? No.

Desperate? Maybe.

[originallynessa]

"Trust me," she said dryly, "the bar for being easier to talk to than my brothers is buried somewhere underground."

Klaus would have torn the room apart already. Kol probably would’ve laughed in his face before stabbing him. Elijah would’ve done the calm, terrifyingly polite threat thing. Vanessa just looked annoyed.

"You keep staring at me like I’m some kind of science experiment," she pointed out. "It’s unsettling."

Vanessa exhaled quietly, still watching him carefully. "You know Klaus is going to rip you to shreds the second he finds us."

[matt-bites]

He sighs.

"You're not an experiment. I'm not a creep, and I do not care about Klaus, for fuck's sake."

He was a patient man, mostly. Hearing Klaus this, Klaus that, though, was driving it up the wall. He shot her a narrowed glance, then exhaled briefly, containing it.

"Servings will be downstairs when you eventually need to feed. It's not fresh blood, but it's the best we've got."

He blinks, loitering around, gaze dragging down the shelves of books.

"I don't think it's a good idea that you go back, soon, given the...conditions your family has created. You'll go back when I make sure everything is settled, myself."

He shrugged.

"Don't worry, when things are well, I'll send you off myself."

[originallynessa]

“You think I’m just going to sit here while my family is out there in the middle of a war?” Vanessa stared at him for a second after that.

“My family did not create this war alone,” she snapped. “And even if they had, they are still my family.”

That part was non-negotiable

“I’m not hungry.”

Then she glanced toward the door before looking back at him again.

“And stop acting like this is some sort of protective gesture,” she said sharply. “You don’t get to abduct me and then pretend you’re helping.”

[incorrectly-canon]

[originallynessa]

The church was loud with arguments and Vanessa was already regretting coming. Witches accused vampires of breaking the truce, wolves snapped back with threats, and somewhere behind her Klaus was one rude comment away from ripping someone’s heart out.

“If everyone could stop threatening each other for five minutes,” she said, clearly annoyed, “maybe we’d actually get somewhere.” Every faction looked seconds away from violence, and she could already tell this meeting was not ending peacefully.

One accusation turned into shouting. Then another. Then someone pushed someone else and it was like a match hitting dry wood.

closed rp: @matt-bites

[matt-bites]

It was entertaining, really, he thought to himself, a consistent stream of smoke blown from his parted mouth as he watched the utter fools erupt into violent chaos? Funny thing, he really liked violent chaos. Brought out a lot in him. You know, like mischief, sometimes, times like these. He hadn't been on a hunt, lately, not seriously, and his clan had been begging him for solo action for a long damn time, now, so he sat upon the railing of the triforium, the cathedral echoing with uncoordinated violence.

"Tsk, tsk...look at how they're making a mess, again..."

Typical Mikaelsons.

He blinks, senses keen at a particular moment as he picked on a scent. It wasn't human, no, not warm like it was supposed to be, but utterly...something. Something akin to human that made his addiction to being on a hunt churn after a while of being supressed.

His jaw ticked from habit, he looked for the source, still unnoticed amongst the chaos unfolding on the floor beneath, taking a slow drag.

Was it the girl? The source of this scent?

[originallynessa]

Klaus moved instantly, grabbing someone and slamming them into a pillar. Vanessa straightened fast, eyes darting around as everything broke apart at once. People were fighting everywhere now, panic, anger and years of tension finally exploding.

A werewolf nearby grabbed a broken piece of the debris, sharp, jagged wood, still stained from the broken structure, and before anyone could react, he swung it in the middle of the chaos. "Bloody hell..." Vanessa muttered as she looked down, the makeshift stake grazing her heart from behind. (she wouldn't have died but it still hurt. and basically she can't heal herself until she pulls it out which she can't cause its on her back)

[matt-bites]

He had barely tossed the piece around with one hand, and the girl already looked unnerved. Must be over-stimulation. Poor girl, tal about being around these hefty men all the time. It's like nobody was more emotionally settled than a fourteen year old.

Although he didn't expect it to miss by an inch and land straight into the girl's back, clattering down from the loss in it's momentum.

And boy, did it worsen the scent. Like he felt before, it was less than human, of course. But it was certainly...something.

Then he approached her, gentle steps, he wouldn't want her fleeing in such violence already ensuing around them.

"I come in peace."

Was what he said when she turned towards him, a hand in his pocket, the other holding his cigarette, then flicking it away, as it blunted itself against the tiling of the floor.

Then approached with care. He knew better than to tic off this wild looking darling.

"Don't look so surprised."

He blinked, his charming expression returning to less than harmless.

Then, let an arm fall around her waist, the Vervain pin between his fingers slipping through the fabric of her top gently, arm bracing for her weight once she would lose footing.

"Are they always this noisy?"

He asks the girl, casual, waiting for it to kick in, returning to a charming facade, truth being, it wasn't easy to keep off a bloody scent.

[originallynessa]

Vanessa pushed herself upright properly, ignoring how unsteady she felt. “If you’re here to talk, now is really not the time.” Her hand shot out immediately, grabbing at his wrist.

“What did you—” she cut herself off, trying again to pull his hand away, but her movements were slower than they should’ve been.

[matt-bites]

"Oh, not here to talk, no..."

He snickered, charming in a way that only sly ones are, head tilting down to meet her gaze. She wasn't half as bad looking as the other rodents for brothers she had. Interesting.

Then, exhaled.

"You don't need to know."

He told her. She wasn't weak, asked the right questions, it was taking long to really work on her. Good to know, would be useful if she's ever giving him a hard time, later. And maybe she was human, even, from the prominent kind of musk in her bloody scent. A human wouldn't characteristically be here, but oh well, never rule out the chances. Especially if you want to hunt.

Feisty, he thought.

Too bad if he gets a scar on this beautiful face, right?

His arm stayed around, discreetly concerned for the bleeding from her back, although he didn't look it. Then turning to her again, he breathed, deep. Watching it finally start to settle over her.

"Sweet dreams for a while?"

[originallynessa]

She tried to shove his arm off her waist again. This time her hand barely made it halfway before dropping back down. “What did you do to me?” she demanded, voice lower now, more controlled but clearly fighting to stay steady.

Her gaze flicked to his hand, then to the pin, and something clicked in her expression. “…Vervain,” she muttered under her breath, more realization than question.

[matt-bites]

"Sh, sh, sh..."

He blinked, bringing his finger to his mouth as if to shush her, his pupils dilating from the smell of whatever unique kind of blood she had. So she did put up a fight. He wouldn't have expected otherwise. His arm tightened around her back in the slightest, the finger coming up to clamp gently around her eyes.

"...Sleep, darling."

˙⋆✮

He breathed quietly, tossing around a blade in the silence of the infirmary chamber.

The girl had been out cold for a long while. His associate had told him she wouldn't be out for too long with the kind of Vervain he had been provided. And really, it was boring him now, even though he had asked the nurses to get he back wound taken care of so she wouldn't reek of enticement within this proximity of him.

He wanted to know what he had hunt. If he was lucky enough, this could be a chase between her brothers and him. Interesting.

He wanted to know if this new Mikaelson face was another one of their Neonates. What was the kind of her blood that smelled like it could have him hunting for months if he had to. She had to be unapproachably careful with this kind of scent around her. Wolves like himself wouldn't wait before trying to claw her jugular out.

He was being nice, taking her someplace safe, first, he thought.

She couldn't be this attainable. And yet, here she was, having fallen into deep sleep from a Vervain pin of all things, that he had somehow managed to get into her, while around her family.

Not only that, but he had also, somehow fled the scene with her. Now, if this was an expected hurdle around them in chaos, her tendency to disappear often, or just a prominent lack of security from her family's end, he did not know.

He glanced at her for a moment, noticing a freckle up her neck.

She wasn't exactly...displeasing to look at. He could expect that much from a Mikaelson. And that she heavily looked like one. They sure were a kind, he thought.

Then, waited for her to stir, the blade tossing around with a gentle ringing sound.

[originallynessa]

Her gaze finally lifted toward him across the room, immediately landing on the blade flipping between his fingers. “You absolute psycho.” she muttered dryly, voice rough from sleep as she pushed herself upright slightly.

She swung her legs off the bed and stood, the movement fast enough to blur, and before the blade could even finish spinning in his hand she was across the room. Her hand wrapped around his throat as she slam him back against the wall.

“You drugged me with vervain and dragged me to gods know where while my family was in the middle of a war zone.” Her voice sharpened. “Do you have any idea what Klaus is probably doing right now?”

[matt-bites]

"Hey, there, let's take it slower, Miss In-charge..."

He smiles at the feeling of being held down. Relishes in it like an overpowering predator would, knowingly. Certainly, she put up a good fight. Too bad she was basically...half of his demeanor. Feisty.

"...Knowing Klaus, he's probably out there doing something stupid, no- don't correct me, I know it is difficult to agree even if you want to."

He snickers gently, then, takes her palm, albeit gentler than his own, firm, and he knew a trained hand when he held one. It wasn't warm, why would it be. His other hand hovered over her waist. He was a predator, and a gentleman.

"And really, your family? Bunch of...what? Hot heads who didn't see me swoop you out of there? No, really, I am a wolf, first, not exactly as efficient as all of you revenants...and yet they neither stopped, nor saw me bring you away..."

He held back a quiet snicker again.

"...And they call themselves Apex Hemovores...they couldn't even...establish protection, they'll be strongest out there, but they'll keep the world waiting until their internal conflicts end."

Well, he wasn't usually this articulated, but from the way the girl's firm grip loosened against him, he could tell he was clear enough, even though slightly pressing her nerves. Fun. Seemed fun, being under that traitorous, fuming gaze of hers. She wasn't exactly intimidating.

Striking, more so

"I didn't kill you, you know, if I wanted to, I wouldn't have asked them to nurse you...that's not what I want..."

[originallynessa]

The second he took her hand, she ripped it out of his grasp, “Do not touch me.” She took another step back, eyes fixed on him carefully this time—not panicked, not dizzy anymore.

“And trust me,” she said sharply, “I’m fully aware my brothers are impossible. Klaus especially. That does not suddenly make kidnapping me a good idea.”

He wasn’t entirely wrong. The church had been chaos. Everyone fighting everyone. Magic everywhere. Even Elijah had been distracted trying to stop Klaus from tearing through half the room. "You can't kill me"

[matt-bites]

"...I don't want to."

He said, sighing, letting his drop as she snatched hers away.

"If I wanted to kill you, believe me, I'd make a spectacle of it right in front of your family. I don't believe in niceness, or in being hunted, when I have an aim to get through to."

He said, picking his blade up again and tossing it around.

"I just wanted to study you, you know,"

He blinked, catching the blade, looking at her, then tossing it again. She sure was a fire-cracker with strangers. Again, a somewhat inherited trait, it seemed.

"...Your scent is different."

He confesses, coming to the point finally.

"It's not human, it not hybrid, either, and neither is it plainly...the vampire kind, although I am sure you are a thorough vampire, it interests me more than I thought. Besides, I wouldn't voluntarily seek out a connection with your family if it wasn't so..."

He swallows quietly, would rather die than admit his little sparked interest in this neonate was that significant, pausing his motions with the blade.

"I only want to make observations. Besides, you're not too hideous to have around, and..."

He shrugged, knowing how back handed it must have sounded, but he never really did proper compliments as such, no?

[originallynessa]

Vanessa stared at him for a long moment and actually laughed. “You kidnapped an Original vampire because you were curious?”

There was genuine disbelief in her voice. “And here I thought my brothers had poor decision making skills.”

“…Did you just call me ‘not too hideous’?” She was offended more than irritated, “That may actually be the rudest compliment anyone has ever given me.”

[matt-bites]

"...Well, my methods are unconventional but they're not wrong...besides, you talk much easier than the rest of your brothers..."

He shrugs, explaining. His gaze doesn't leave hers when she laughs at him like she's seen sheep fly, when her brows narrow with a delicate crease falling between them, making observations about her, and sometimes her scent.

He'd never seen any neonate be this...articulated, in a good way, not that he'd admit any of it.

"...I'm not too good at them, I've disparaged more in my life than I have had opportunities to praise."

He shrugs, 'You cannot blame me.'

She wouldn't understand, how startling it had been for him to have found that scent, for that scent to have driven him past his discipline, to hunt a Neonate. Well, he did hunt humans, he did not give a care for those, he was messy with all of it too, only that...he had always restrained from going for clanned neonates, like herself in this case.

And yet, he did. Because of a scent he couldn't restrain knowing about.

Pathetic? No.

Desperate? Maybe.

[originallynessa]

"Trust me," she said dryly, "the bar for being easier to talk to than my brothers is buried somewhere underground."

Klaus would have torn the room apart already. Kol probably would’ve laughed in his face before stabbing him. Elijah would’ve done the calm, terrifyingly polite threat thing. Vanessa just looked annoyed.

"You keep staring at me like I’m some kind of science experiment," she pointed out. "It’s unsettling."

Vanessa exhaled quietly, still watching him carefully. "You know Klaus is going to rip you to shreds the second he finds us."

[originallynessa]

The church was loud with arguments and Vanessa was already regretting coming. Witches accused vampires of breaking the truce, wolves snapped back with threats, and somewhere behind her Klaus was one rude comment away from ripping someone’s heart out.

“If everyone could stop threatening each other for five minutes,” she said, clearly annoyed, “maybe we’d actually get somewhere.” Every faction looked seconds away from violence, and she could already tell this meeting was not ending peacefully.

One accusation turned into shouting. Then another. Then someone pushed someone else and it was like a match hitting dry wood.

closed rp: @matt-bites

[matt-bites]

It was entertaining, really, he thought to himself, a consistent stream of smoke blown from his parted mouth as he watched the utter fools erupt into violent chaos? Funny thing, he really liked violent chaos. Brought out a lot in him. You know, like mischief, sometimes, times like these. He hadn't been on a hunt, lately, not seriously, and his clan had been begging him for solo action for a long damn time, now, so he sat upon the railing of the triforium, the cathedral echoing with uncoordinated violence.

"Tsk, tsk...look at how they're making a mess, again..."

Typical Mikaelsons.

He blinks, senses keen at a particular moment as he picked on a scent. It wasn't human, no, not warm like it was supposed to be, but utterly...something. Something akin to human that made his addiction to being on a hunt churn after a while of being supressed.

His jaw ticked from habit, he looked for the source, still unnoticed amongst the chaos unfolding on the floor beneath, taking a slow drag.

Was it the girl? The source of this scent?

[originallynessa]

Klaus moved instantly, grabbing someone and slamming them into a pillar. Vanessa straightened fast, eyes darting around as everything broke apart at once. People were fighting everywhere now, panic, anger and years of tension finally exploding.

A werewolf nearby grabbed a broken piece of the debris, sharp, jagged wood, still stained from the broken structure, and before anyone could react, he swung it in the middle of the chaos. "Bloody hell..." Vanessa muttered as she looked down, the makeshift stake grazing her heart from behind. (she wouldn't have died but it still hurt. and basically she can't heal herself until she pulls it out which she can't cause its on her back)

[matt-bites]

He had barely tossed the piece around with one hand, and the girl already looked unnerved. Must be over-stimulation. Poor girl, tal about being around these hefty men all the time. It's like nobody was more emotionally settled than a fourteen year old.

Although he didn't expect it to miss by an inch and land straight into the girl's back, clattering down from the loss in it's momentum.

And boy, did it worsen the scent. Like he felt before, it was less than human, of course. But it was certainly...something.

Then he approached her, gentle steps, he wouldn't want her fleeing in such violence already ensuing around them.

"I come in peace."

Was what he said when she turned towards him, a hand in his pocket, the other holding his cigarette, then flicking it away, as it blunted itself against the tiling of the floor.

Then approached with care. He knew better than to tic off this wild looking darling.

"Don't look so surprised."

He blinked, his charming expression returning to less than harmless.

Then, let an arm fall around her waist, the Vervain pin between his fingers slipping through the fabric of her top gently, arm bracing for her weight once she would lose footing.

"Are they always this noisy?"

He asks the girl, casual, waiting for it to kick in, returning to a charming facade, truth being, it wasn't easy to keep off a bloody scent.

[originallynessa]

Vanessa pushed herself upright properly, ignoring how unsteady she felt. “If you’re here to talk, now is really not the time.” Her hand shot out immediately, grabbing at his wrist.

“What did you—” she cut herself off, trying again to pull his hand away, but her movements were slower than they should’ve been.

[matt-bites]

"Oh, not here to talk, no..."

He snickered, charming in a way that only sly ones are, head tilting down to meet her gaze. She wasn't half as bad looking as the other rodents for brothers she had. Interesting.

Then, exhaled.

"You don't need to know."

He told her. She wasn't weak, asked the right questions, it was taking long to really work on her. Good to know, would be useful if she's ever giving him a hard time, later. And maybe she was human, even, from the prominent kind of musk in her bloody scent. A human wouldn't characteristically be here, but oh well, never rule out the chances. Especially if you want to hunt.

Feisty, he thought.

Too bad if he gets a scar on this beautiful face, right?

His arm stayed around, discreetly concerned for the bleeding from her back, although he didn't look it. Then turning to her again, he breathed, deep. Watching it finally start to settle over her.

"Sweet dreams for a while?"

[originallynessa]

She tried to shove his arm off her waist again. This time her hand barely made it halfway before dropping back down. “What did you do to me?” she demanded, voice lower now, more controlled but clearly fighting to stay steady.

Her gaze flicked to his hand, then to the pin, and something clicked in her expression. “…Vervain,” she muttered under her breath, more realization than question.

[matt-bites]

"Sh, sh, sh..."

He blinked, bringing his finger to his mouth as if to shush her, his pupils dilating from the smell of whatever unique kind of blood she had. So she did put up a fight. He wouldn't have expected otherwise. His arm tightened around her back in the slightest, the finger coming up to clamp gently around her eyes.

"...Sleep, darling."

˙⋆✮

He breathed quietly, tossing around a blade in the silence of the infirmary chamber.

The girl had been out cold for a long while. His associate had told him she wouldn't be out for too long with the kind of Vervain he had been provided. And really, it was boring him now, even though he had asked the nurses to get he back wound taken care of so she wouldn't reek of enticement within this proximity of him.

He wanted to know what he had hunt. If he was lucky enough, this could be a chase between her brothers and him. Interesting.

He wanted to know if this new Mikaelson face was another one of their Neonates. What was the kind of her blood that smelled like it could have him hunting for months if he had to. She had to be unapproachably careful with this kind of scent around her. Wolves like himself wouldn't wait before trying to claw her jugular out.

He was being nice, taking her someplace safe, first, he thought.

She couldn't be this attainable. And yet, here she was, having fallen into deep sleep from a Vervain pin of all things, that he had somehow managed to get into her, while around her family.

Not only that, but he had also, somehow fled the scene with her. Now, if this was an expected hurdle around them in chaos, her tendency to disappear often, or just a prominent lack of security from her family's end, he did not know.

He glanced at her for a moment, noticing a freckle up her neck.

She wasn't exactly...displeasing to look at. He could expect that much from a Mikaelson. And that she heavily looked like one. They sure were a kind, he thought.

Then, waited for her to stir, the blade tossing around with a gentle ringing sound.

[originallynessa]

Her gaze finally lifted toward him across the room, immediately landing on the blade flipping between his fingers. “You absolute psycho.” she muttered dryly, voice rough from sleep as she pushed herself upright slightly.

She swung her legs off the bed and stood, the movement fast enough to blur, and before the blade could even finish spinning in his hand she was across the room. Her hand wrapped around his throat as she slam him back against the wall.

“You drugged me with vervain and dragged me to gods know where while my family was in the middle of a war zone.” Her voice sharpened. “Do you have any idea what Klaus is probably doing right now?”

[matt-bites]

"Hey, there, let's take it slower, Miss In-charge..."

He smiles at the feeling of being held down. Relishes in it like an overpowering predator would, knowingly. Certainly, she put up a good fight. Too bad she was basically...half of his demeanor. Feisty.

"...Knowing Klaus, he's probably out there doing something stupid, no- don't correct me, I know it is difficult to agree even if you want to."

He snickers gently, then, takes her palm, albeit gentler than his own, firm, and he knew a trained hand when he held one. It wasn't warm, why would it be. His other hand hovered over her waist. He was a predator, and a gentleman.

"And really, your family? Bunch of...what? Hot heads who didn't see me swoop you out of there? No, really, I am a wolf, first, not exactly as efficient as all of you revenants...and yet they neither stopped, nor saw me bring you away..."

He held back a quiet snicker again.

"...And they call themselves Apex Hemovores...they couldn't even...establish protection, they'll be strongest out there, but they'll keep the world waiting until their internal conflicts end."

Well, he wasn't usually this articulated, but from the way the girl's firm grip loosened against him, he could tell he was clear enough, even though slightly pressing her nerves. Fun. Seemed fun, being under that traitorous, fuming gaze of hers. She wasn't exactly intimidating.

Striking, more so

"I didn't kill you, you know, if I wanted to, I wouldn't have asked them to nurse you...that's not what I want..."

[originallynessa]

The second he took her hand, she ripped it out of his grasp, “Do not touch me.” She took another step back, eyes fixed on him carefully this time—not panicked, not dizzy anymore.

“And trust me,” she said sharply, “I’m fully aware my brothers are impossible. Klaus especially. That does not suddenly make kidnapping me a good idea.”

He wasn’t entirely wrong. The church had been chaos. Everyone fighting everyone. Magic everywhere. Even Elijah had been distracted trying to stop Klaus from tearing through half the room. "You can't kill me"

[matt-bites]

"...I don't want to."

He said, sighing, letting his drop as she snatched hers away.

"If I wanted to kill you, believe me, I'd make a spectacle of it right in front of your family. I don't believe in niceness, or in being hunted, when I have an aim to get through to."

He said, picking his blade up again and tossing it around.

"I just wanted to study you, you know,"

He blinked, catching the blade, looking at her, then tossing it again. She sure was a fire-cracker with strangers. Again, a somewhat inherited trait, it seemed.

"...Your scent is different."

He confesses, coming to the point finally.

"It's not human, it not hybrid, either, and neither is it plainly...the vampire kind, although I am sure you are a thorough vampire, it interests me more than I thought. Besides, I wouldn't voluntarily seek out a connection with your family if it wasn't so..."

He swallows quietly, would rather die than admit his little sparked interest in this neonate was that significant, pausing his motions with the blade.

"I only want to make observations. Besides, you're not too hideous to have around, and..."

He shrugged, knowing how back handed it must have sounded, but he never really did proper compliments as such, no?

[originallynessa]

Vanessa stared at him for a long moment and actually laughed. “You kidnapped an Original vampire because you were curious?”

There was genuine disbelief in her voice. “And here I thought my brothers had poor decision making skills.”

“…Did you just call me ‘not too hideous’?” She was offended more than irritated, “That may actually be the rudest compliment anyone has ever given me.”

[originallynessa]

The church was loud with arguments and Vanessa was already regretting coming. Witches accused vampires of breaking the truce, wolves snapped back with threats, and somewhere behind her Klaus was one rude comment away from ripping someone’s heart out.

“If everyone could stop threatening each other for five minutes,” she said, clearly annoyed, “maybe we’d actually get somewhere.” Every faction looked seconds away from violence, and she could already tell this meeting was not ending peacefully.

One accusation turned into shouting. Then another. Then someone pushed someone else and it was like a match hitting dry wood.

closed rp: @matt-bites

[matt-bites]

It was entertaining, really, he thought to himself, a consistent stream of smoke blown from his parted mouth as he watched the utter fools erupt into violent chaos? Funny thing, he really liked violent chaos. Brought out a lot in him. You know, like mischief, sometimes, times like these. He hadn't been on a hunt, lately, not seriously, and his clan had been begging him for solo action for a long damn time, now, so he sat upon the railing of the triforium, the cathedral echoing with uncoordinated violence.

"Tsk, tsk...look at how they're making a mess, again..."

Typical Mikaelsons.

He blinks, senses keen at a particular moment as he picked on a scent. It wasn't human, no, not warm like it was supposed to be, but utterly...something. Something akin to human that made his addiction to being on a hunt churn after a while of being supressed.

His jaw ticked from habit, he looked for the source, still unnoticed amongst the chaos unfolding on the floor beneath, taking a slow drag.

Was it the girl? The source of this scent?

[originallynessa]

Klaus moved instantly, grabbing someone and slamming them into a pillar. Vanessa straightened fast, eyes darting around as everything broke apart at once. People were fighting everywhere now, panic, anger and years of tension finally exploding.

A werewolf nearby grabbed a broken piece of the debris, sharp, jagged wood, still stained from the broken structure, and before anyone could react, he swung it in the middle of the chaos. "Bloody hell..." Vanessa muttered as she looked down, the makeshift stake grazing her heart from behind. (she wouldn't have died but it still hurt. and basically she can't heal herself until she pulls it out which she can't cause its on her back)

[matt-bites]

He had barely tossed the piece around with one hand, and the girl already looked unnerved. Must be over-stimulation. Poor girl, tal about being around these hefty men all the time. It's like nobody was more emotionally settled than a fourteen year old.

Although he didn't expect it to miss by an inch and land straight into the girl's back, clattering down from the loss in it's momentum.

And boy, did it worsen the scent. Like he felt before, it was less than human, of course. But it was certainly...something.

Then he approached her, gentle steps, he wouldn't want her fleeing in such violence already ensuing around them.

"I come in peace."

Was what he said when she turned towards him, a hand in his pocket, the other holding his cigarette, then flicking it away, as it blunted itself against the tiling of the floor.

Then approached with care. He knew better than to tic off this wild looking darling.

"Don't look so surprised."

He blinked, his charming expression returning to less than harmless.

Then, let an arm fall around her waist, the Vervain pin between his fingers slipping through the fabric of her top gently, arm bracing for her weight once she would lose footing.

"Are they always this noisy?"

He asks the girl, casual, waiting for it to kick in, returning to a charming facade, truth being, it wasn't easy to keep off a bloody scent.

[originallynessa]

Vanessa pushed herself upright properly, ignoring how unsteady she felt. “If you’re here to talk, now is really not the time.” Her hand shot out immediately, grabbing at his wrist.

“What did you—” she cut herself off, trying again to pull his hand away, but her movements were slower than they should’ve been.

[matt-bites]

"Oh, not here to talk, no..."

He snickered, charming in a way that only sly ones are, head tilting down to meet her gaze. She wasn't half as bad looking as the other rodents for brothers she had. Interesting.

Then, exhaled.

"You don't need to know."

He told her. She wasn't weak, asked the right questions, it was taking long to really work on her. Good to know, would be useful if she's ever giving him a hard time, later. And maybe she was human, even, from the prominent kind of musk in her bloody scent. A human wouldn't characteristically be here, but oh well, never rule out the chances. Especially if you want to hunt.

Feisty, he thought.

Too bad if he gets a scar on this beautiful face, right?

His arm stayed around, discreetly concerned for the bleeding from her back, although he didn't look it. Then turning to her again, he breathed, deep. Watching it finally start to settle over her.

"Sweet dreams for a while?"

[originallynessa]

She tried to shove his arm off her waist again. This time her hand barely made it halfway before dropping back down. “What did you do to me?” she demanded, voice lower now, more controlled but clearly fighting to stay steady.

Her gaze flicked to his hand, then to the pin, and something clicked in her expression. “…Vervain,” she muttered under her breath, more realization than question.

[matt-bites]

"Sh, sh, sh..."

He blinked, bringing his finger to his mouth as if to shush her, his pupils dilating from the smell of whatever unique kind of blood she had. So she did put up a fight. He wouldn't have expected otherwise. His arm tightened around her back in the slightest, the finger coming up to clamp gently around her eyes.

"...Sleep, darling."

˙⋆✮

He breathed quietly, tossing around a blade in the silence of the infirmary chamber.

The girl had been out cold for a long while. His associate had told him she wouldn't be out for too long with the kind of Vervain he had been provided. And really, it was boring him now, even though he had asked the nurses to get he back wound taken care of so she wouldn't reek of enticement within this proximity of him.

He wanted to know what he had hunt. If he was lucky enough, this could be a chase between her brothers and him. Interesting.

He wanted to know if this new Mikaelson face was another one of their Neonates. What was the kind of her blood that smelled like it could have him hunting for months if he had to. She had to be unapproachably careful with this kind of scent around her. Wolves like himself wouldn't wait before trying to claw her jugular out.

He was being nice, taking her someplace safe, first, he thought.

She couldn't be this attainable. And yet, here she was, having fallen into deep sleep from a Vervain pin of all things, that he had somehow managed to get into her, while around her family.

Not only that, but he had also, somehow fled the scene with her. Now, if this was an expected hurdle around them in chaos, her tendency to disappear often, or just a prominent lack of security from her family's end, he did not know.

He glanced at her for a moment, noticing a freckle up her neck.

She wasn't exactly...displeasing to look at. He could expect that much from a Mikaelson. And that she heavily looked like one. They sure were a kind, he thought.

Then, waited for her to stir, the blade tossing around with a gentle ringing sound.

[originallynessa]

Her gaze finally lifted toward him across the room, immediately landing on the blade flipping between his fingers. “You absolute psycho.” she muttered dryly, voice rough from sleep as she pushed herself upright slightly.

She swung her legs off the bed and stood, the movement fast enough to blur, and before the blade could even finish spinning in his hand she was across the room. Her hand wrapped around his throat as she slam him back against the wall.

“You drugged me with vervain and dragged me to gods know where while my family was in the middle of a war zone.” Her voice sharpened. “Do you have any idea what Klaus is probably doing right now?”

[matt-bites]

"Hey, there, let's take it slower, Miss In-charge..."

He smiles at the feeling of being held down. Relishes in it like an overpowering predator would, knowingly. Certainly, she put up a good fight. Too bad she was basically...half of his demeanor. Feisty.

"...Knowing Klaus, he's probably out there doing something stupid, no- don't correct me, I know it is difficult to agree even if you want to."

He snickers gently, then, takes her palm, albeit gentler than his own, firm, and he knew a trained hand when he held one. It wasn't warm, why would it be. His other hand hovered over her waist. He was a predator, and a gentleman.

"And really, your family? Bunch of...what? Hot heads who didn't see me swoop you out of there? No, really, I am a wolf, first, not exactly as efficient as all of you revenants...and yet they neither stopped, nor saw me bring you away..."

He held back a quiet snicker again.

"...And they call themselves Apex Hemovores...they couldn't even...establish protection, they'll be strongest out there, but they'll keep the world waiting until their internal conflicts end."

Well, he wasn't usually this articulated, but from the way the girl's firm grip loosened against him, he could tell he was clear enough, even though slightly pressing her nerves. Fun. Seemed fun, being under that traitorous, fuming gaze of hers. She wasn't exactly intimidating.

Striking, more so

"I didn't kill you, you know, if I wanted to, I wouldn't have asked them to nurse you...that's not what I want..."

[originallynessa]

The second he took her hand, she ripped it out of his grasp, “Do not touch me.” She took another step back, eyes fixed on him carefully this time—not panicked, not dizzy anymore.

“And trust me,” she said sharply, “I’m fully aware my brothers are impossible. Klaus especially. That does not suddenly make kidnapping me a good idea.”

He wasn’t entirely wrong. The church had been chaos. Everyone fighting everyone. Magic everywhere. Even Elijah had been distracted trying to stop Klaus from tearing through half the room. "You can't kill me"

[incorrectly-canon]

[thatone-midgardian]

[originallynessa]

[originallynessa]

quaso 🤌🏻✨

[originallynessa]

The church was loud with arguments and Vanessa was already regretting coming. Witches accused vampires of breaking the truce, wolves snapped back with threats, and somewhere behind her Klaus was one rude comment away from ripping someone’s heart out.

“If everyone could stop threatening each other for five minutes,” she said, clearly annoyed, “maybe we’d actually get somewhere.” Every faction looked seconds away from violence, and she could already tell this meeting was not ending peacefully.

One accusation turned into shouting. Then another. Then someone pushed someone else and it was like a match hitting dry wood.

closed rp: @matt-bites

[matt-bites]

It was entertaining, really, he thought to himself, a consistent stream of smoke blown from his parted mouth as he watched the utter fools erupt into violent chaos? Funny thing, he really liked violent chaos. Brought out a lot in him. You know, like mischief, sometimes, times like these. He hadn't been on a hunt, lately, not seriously, and his clan had been begging him for solo action for a long damn time, now, so he sat upon the railing of the triforium, the cathedral echoing with uncoordinated violence.

"Tsk, tsk...look at how they're making a mess, again..."

Typical Mikaelsons.

He blinks, senses keen at a particular moment as he picked on a scent. It wasn't human, no, not warm like it was supposed to be, but utterly...something. Something akin to human that made his addiction to being on a hunt churn after a while of being supressed.

His jaw ticked from habit, he looked for the source, still unnoticed amongst the chaos unfolding on the floor beneath, taking a slow drag.

Was it the girl? The source of this scent?

[originallynessa]

Klaus moved instantly, grabbing someone and slamming them into a pillar. Vanessa straightened fast, eyes darting around as everything broke apart at once. People were fighting everywhere now, panic, anger and years of tension finally exploding.

A werewolf nearby grabbed a broken piece of the debris, sharp, jagged wood, still stained from the broken structure, and before anyone could react, he swung it in the middle of the chaos. "Bloody hell..." Vanessa muttered as she looked down, the makeshift stake grazing her heart from behind. (she wouldn't have died but it still hurt. and basically she can't heal herself until she pulls it out which she can't cause its on her back)

[matt-bites]

He had barely tossed the piece around with one hand, and the girl already looked unnerved. Must be over-stimulation. Poor girl, tal about being around these hefty men all the time. It's like nobody was more emotionally settled than a fourteen year old.

Although he didn't expect it to miss by an inch and land straight into the girl's back, clattering down from the loss in it's momentum.

And boy, did it worsen the scent. Like he felt before, it was less than human, of course. But it was certainly...something.

Then he approached her, gentle steps, he wouldn't want her fleeing in such violence already ensuing around them.

"I come in peace."

Was what he said when she turned towards him, a hand in his pocket, the other holding his cigarette, then flicking it away, as it blunted itself against the tiling of the floor.

Then approached with care. He knew better than to tic off this wild looking darling.

"Don't look so surprised."

He blinked, his charming expression returning to less than harmless.

Then, let an arm fall around her waist, the Vervain pin between his fingers slipping through the fabric of her top gently, arm bracing for her weight once she would lose footing.

"Are they always this noisy?"

He asks the girl, casual, waiting for it to kick in, returning to a charming facade, truth being, it wasn't easy to keep off a bloody scent.

[originallynessa]

Vanessa pushed herself upright properly, ignoring how unsteady she felt. “If you’re here to talk, now is really not the time.” Her hand shot out immediately, grabbing at his wrist.

“What did you—” she cut herself off, trying again to pull his hand away, but her movements were slower than they should’ve been.

[matt-bites]

"Oh, not here to talk, no..."

He snickered, charming in a way that only sly ones are, head tilting down to meet her gaze. She wasn't half as bad looking as the other rodents for brothers she had. Interesting.

Then, exhaled.

"You don't need to know."

He told her. She wasn't weak, asked the right questions, it was taking long to really work on her. Good to know, would be useful if she's ever giving him a hard time, later. And maybe she was human, even, from the prominent kind of musk in her bloody scent. A human wouldn't characteristically be here, but oh well, never rule out the chances. Especially if you want to hunt.

Feisty, he thought.

Too bad if he gets a scar on this beautiful face, right?

His arm stayed around, discreetly concerned for the bleeding from her back, although he didn't look it. Then turning to her again, he breathed, deep. Watching it finally start to settle over her.

"Sweet dreams for a while?"

[originallynessa]

She tried to shove his arm off her waist again. This time her hand barely made it halfway before dropping back down. “What did you do to me?” she demanded, voice lower now, more controlled but clearly fighting to stay steady.

Her gaze flicked to his hand, then to the pin, and something clicked in her expression. “…Vervain,” she muttered under her breath, more realization than question.

[matt-bites]

"Sh, sh, sh..."

He blinked, bringing his finger to his mouth as if to shush her, his pupils dilating from the smell of whatever unique kind of blood she had. So she did put up a fight. He wouldn't have expected otherwise. His arm tightened around her back in the slightest, the finger coming up to clamp gently around her eyes.

"...Sleep, darling."

˙⋆✮

He breathed quietly, tossing around a blade in the silence of the infirmary chamber.

The girl had been out cold for a long while. His associate had told him she wouldn't be out for too long with the kind of Vervain he had been provided. And really, it was boring him now, even though he had asked the nurses to get he back wound taken care of so she wouldn't reek of enticement within this proximity of him.

He wanted to know what he had hunt. If he was lucky enough, this could be a chase between her brothers and him. Interesting.

He wanted to know if this new Mikaelson face was another one of their Neonates. What was the kind of her blood that smelled like it could have him hunting for months if he had to. She had to be unapproachably careful with this kind of scent around her. Wolves like himself wouldn't wait before trying to claw her jugular out.

He was being nice, taking her someplace safe, first, he thought.

She couldn't be this attainable. And yet, here she was, having fallen into deep sleep from a Vervain pin of all things, that he had somehow managed to get into her, while around her family.

Not only that, but he had also, somehow fled the scene with her. Now, if this was an expected hurdle around them in chaos, her tendency to disappear often, or just a prominent lack of security from her family's end, he did not know.

He glanced at her for a moment, noticing a freckle up her neck.

She wasn't exactly...displeasing to look at. He could expect that much from a Mikaelson. And that she heavily looked like one. They sure were a kind, he thought.

Then, waited for her to stir, the blade tossing around with a gentle ringing sound.

[originallynessa]

Her gaze finally lifted toward him across the room, immediately landing on the blade flipping between his fingers. “You absolute psycho.” she muttered dryly, voice rough from sleep as she pushed herself upright slightly.

She swung her legs off the bed and stood, the movement fast enough to blur, and before the blade could even finish spinning in his hand she was across the room. Her hand wrapped around his throat as she slam him back against the wall.

“You drugged me with vervain and dragged me to gods know where while my family was in the middle of a war zone.” Her voice sharpened. “Do you have any idea what Klaus is probably doing right now?”

[star-crossed-libby]

[originallynessa]

The church was loud with arguments and Vanessa was already regretting coming. Witches accused vampires of breaking the truce, wolves snapped back with threats, and somewhere behind her Klaus was one rude comment away from ripping someone’s heart out.

“If everyone could stop threatening each other for five minutes,” she said, clearly annoyed, “maybe we’d actually get somewhere.” Every faction looked seconds away from violence, and she could already tell this meeting was not ending peacefully.

One accusation turned into shouting. Then another. Then someone pushed someone else and it was like a match hitting dry wood.

closed rp: @matt-bites

[matt-bites]

It was entertaining, really, he thought to himself, a consistent stream of smoke blown from his parted mouth as he watched the utter fools erupt into violent chaos? Funny thing, he really liked violent chaos. Brought out a lot in him. You know, like mischief, sometimes, times like these. He hadn't been on a hunt, lately, not seriously, and his clan had been begging him for solo action for a long damn time, now, so he sat upon the railing of the triforium, the cathedral echoing with uncoordinated violence.

"Tsk, tsk...look at how they're making a mess, again..."

Typical Mikaelsons.

He blinks, senses keen at a particular moment as he picked on a scent. It wasn't human, no, not warm like it was supposed to be, but utterly...something. Something akin to human that made his addiction to being on a hunt churn after a while of being supressed.

His jaw ticked from habit, he looked for the source, still unnoticed amongst the chaos unfolding on the floor beneath, taking a slow drag.

Was it the girl? The source of this scent?

[originallynessa]

Klaus moved instantly, grabbing someone and slamming them into a pillar. Vanessa straightened fast, eyes darting around as everything broke apart at once. People were fighting everywhere now, panic, anger and years of tension finally exploding.

A werewolf nearby grabbed a broken piece of the debris, sharp, jagged wood, still stained from the broken structure, and before anyone could react, he swung it in the middle of the chaos. "Bloody hell..." Vanessa muttered as she looked down, the makeshift stake grazing her heart from behind. (she wouldn't have died but it still hurt. and basically she can't heal herself until she pulls it out which she can't cause its on her back)

[matt-bites]

He had barely tossed the piece around with one hand, and the girl already looked unnerved. Must be over-stimulation. Poor girl, tal about being around these hefty men all the time. It's like nobody was more emotionally settled than a fourteen year old.

Although he didn't expect it to miss by an inch and land straight into the girl's back, clattering down from the loss in it's momentum.

And boy, did it worsen the scent. Like he felt before, it was less than human, of course. But it was certainly...something.

Then he approached her, gentle steps, he wouldn't want her fleeing in such violence already ensuing around them.

"I come in peace."

Was what he said when she turned towards him, a hand in his pocket, the other holding his cigarette, then flicking it away, as it blunted itself against the tiling of the floor.

Then approached with care. He knew better than to tic off this wild looking darling.

"Don't look so surprised."

He blinked, his charming expression returning to less than harmless.

Then, let an arm fall around her waist, the Vervain pin between his fingers slipping through the fabric of her top gently, arm bracing for her weight once she would lose footing.

"Are they always this noisy?"

He asks the girl, casual, waiting for it to kick in, returning to a charming facade, truth being, it wasn't easy to keep off a bloody scent.

[originallynessa]

Vanessa pushed herself upright properly, ignoring how unsteady she felt. “If you’re here to talk, now is really not the time.” Her hand shot out immediately, grabbing at his wrist.

“What did you—” she cut herself off, trying again to pull his hand away, but her movements were slower than they should’ve been.

[matt-bites]

"Oh, not here to talk, no..."

He snickered, charming in a way that only sly ones are, head tilting down to meet her gaze. She wasn't half as bad looking as the other rodents for brothers she had. Interesting.

Then, exhaled.

"You don't need to know."

He told her. She wasn't weak, asked the right questions, it was taking long to really work on her. Good to know, would be useful if she's ever giving him a hard time, later. And maybe she was human, even, from the prominent kind of musk in her bloody scent. A human wouldn't characteristically be here, but oh well, never rule out the chances. Especially if you want to hunt.

Feisty, he thought.

Too bad if he gets a scar on this beautiful face, right?

His arm stayed around, discreetly concerned for the bleeding from her back, although he didn't look it. Then turning to her again, he breathed, deep. Watching it finally start to settle over her.

"Sweet dreams for a while?"

[originallynessa]

She tried to shove his arm off her waist again. This time her hand barely made it halfway before dropping back down. “What did you do to me?” she demanded, voice lower now, more controlled but clearly fighting to stay steady.

Her gaze flicked to his hand, then to the pin, and something clicked in her expression. “…Vervain,” she muttered under her breath, more realization than question.

[originallynessa]

The church was loud with arguments and Vanessa was already regretting coming. Witches accused vampires of breaking the truce, wolves snapped back with threats, and somewhere behind her Klaus was one rude comment away from ripping someone’s heart out.

“If everyone could stop threatening each other for five minutes,” she said, clearly annoyed, “maybe we’d actually get somewhere.” Every faction looked seconds away from violence, and she could already tell this meeting was not ending peacefully.

One accusation turned into shouting. Then another. Then someone pushed someone else and it was like a match hitting dry wood.

closed rp: @matt-bites

[matt-bites]

It was entertaining, really, he thought to himself, a consistent stream of smoke blown from his parted mouth as he watched the utter fools erupt into violent chaos? Funny thing, he really liked violent chaos. Brought out a lot in him. You know, like mischief, sometimes, times like these. He hadn't been on a hunt, lately, not seriously, and his clan had been begging him for solo action for a long damn time, now, so he sat upon the railing of the triforium, the cathedral echoing with uncoordinated violence.

"Tsk, tsk...look at how they're making a mess, again..."

Typical Mikaelsons.

He blinks, senses keen at a particular moment as he picked on a scent. It wasn't human, no, not warm like it was supposed to be, but utterly...something. Something akin to human that made his addiction to being on a hunt churn after a while of being supressed.

His jaw ticked from habit, he looked for the source, still unnoticed amongst the chaos unfolding on the floor beneath, taking a slow drag.

Was it the girl? The source of this scent?

[originallynessa]

Klaus moved instantly, grabbing someone and slamming them into a pillar. Vanessa straightened fast, eyes darting around as everything broke apart at once. People were fighting everywhere now, panic, anger and years of tension finally exploding.

A werewolf nearby grabbed a broken piece of the debris, sharp, jagged wood, still stained from the broken structure, and before anyone could react, he swung it in the middle of the chaos. "Bloody hell..." Vanessa muttered as she looked down, the makeshift stake grazing her heart from behind. (she wouldn't have died but it still hurt. and basically she can't heal herself until she pulls it out which she can't cause its on her back)

[matt-bites]

He had barely tossed the piece around with one hand, and the girl already looked unnerved. Must be over-stimulation. Poor girl, tal about being around these hefty men all the time. It's like nobody was more emotionally settled than a fourteen year old.

Although he didn't expect it to miss by an inch and land straight into the girl's back, clattering down from the loss in it's momentum.

And boy, did it worsen the scent. Like he felt before, it was less than human, of course. But it was certainly...something.

Then he approached her, gentle steps, he wouldn't want her fleeing in such violence already ensuing around them.

"I come in peace."

Was what he said when she turned towards him, a hand in his pocket, the other holding his cigarette, then flicking it away, as it blunted itself against the tiling of the floor.

Then approached with care. He knew better than to tic off this wild looking darling.

"Don't look so surprised."

He blinked, his charming expression returning to less than harmless.

Then, let an arm fall around her waist, the Vervain pin between his fingers slipping through the fabric of her top gently, arm bracing for her weight once she would lose footing.

"Are they always this noisy?"

He asks the girl, casual, waiting for it to kick in, returning to a charming facade, truth being, it wasn't easy to keep off a bloody scent.

[originallynessa]

Vanessa pushed herself upright properly, ignoring how unsteady she felt. “If you’re here to talk, now is really not the time.” Her hand shot out immediately, grabbing at his wrist.

“What did you—” she cut herself off, trying again to pull his hand away, but her movements were slower than they should’ve been.

[originallynessa]

The church was loud with arguments and Vanessa was already regretting coming. Witches accused vampires of breaking the truce, wolves snapped back with threats, and somewhere behind her Klaus was one rude comment away from ripping someone’s heart out.

“If everyone could stop threatening each other for five minutes,” she said, clearly annoyed, “maybe we’d actually get somewhere.” Every faction looked seconds away from violence, and she could already tell this meeting was not ending peacefully.

One accusation turned into shouting. Then another. Then someone pushed someone else and it was like a match hitting dry wood.

closed rp: @matt-bites

[matt-bites]

It was entertaining, really, he thought to himself, a consistent stream of smoke blown from his parted mouth as he watched the utter fools erupt into violent chaos? Funny thing, he really liked violent chaos. Brought out a lot in him. You know, like mischief, sometimes, times like these. He hadn't been on a hunt, lately, not seriously, and his clan had been begging him for solo action for a long damn time, now, so he sat upon the railing of the triforium, the cathedral echoing with uncoordinated violence.

"Tsk, tsk...look at how they're making a mess, again..."

Typical Mikaelsons.

He blinks, senses keen at a particular moment as he picked on a scent. It wasn't human, no, not warm like it was supposed to be, but utterly...something. Something akin to human that made his addiction to being on a hunt churn after a while of being supressed.

His jaw ticked from habit, he looked for the source, still unnoticed amongst the chaos unfolding on the floor beneath, taking a slow drag.

Was it the girl? The source of this scent?

[originallynessa]

Klaus moved instantly, grabbing someone and slamming them into a pillar. Vanessa straightened fast, eyes darting around as everything broke apart at once. People were fighting everywhere now, panic, anger and years of tension finally exploding.

A werewolf nearby grabbed a broken piece of the debris, sharp, jagged wood, still stained from the broken structure, and before anyone could react, he swung it in the middle of the chaos. "Bloody hell..." Vanessa muttered as she looked down, the makeshift stake grazing her heart from behind. (she wouldn't have died but it still hurt. and basically she can't heal herself until she pulls it out which she can't cause its on her back)