Hiya! Welcome to my blog...You can call me Shiin or Za.
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I like to draw and read ffs a lot so that’s why I decided to make this blog sometimes I just couldn’t find the exact ff I’m looking for so I decided to write my own! (Also my updates are very inconsistent ’cuz I write whenever I’m bored or feeling motived)
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A/n:okay so it’s been rotting int my drafts for 2 months but it’s done now I decided it’s time to post it I really didn’t know what to write or if this chapter is even good
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Previous chapter
The house settles around you once the door closes.
Not silence — just the low, constant creak of old wood adjusting to your presence.
Kai releases your arm.
Not because he has to.
Because he wants to.
“Kitchen’s this way,” he says, already moving, like this is routine. Like you didn’t wake up in his trunk a moment ago.
You hesitate, then follow.
The kitchen is exactly how it shouldn’t be — too normal. Counters wiped down. Cabinets intact. A cast-iron pan was already sitting on the stove, like he planned this.
Kai rolls up his sleeves.
“You hungry?” he asks, opening the fridge.
You stare at him. “You kidnapped me.”
He hums thoughtfully, pulling out ingredients. “That’s a yes.”
“You drugged me.”
“Still counts as hungry.”
He opens the fridge like it’s nothing.
Like this isn’t the house where everything burned down.Like you aren’t standing in the doorway watching him.
Your eyes catch it instantly.
The blood bags stacked neatly on the top shelf.
Your stomach twists.
“…Why the hell do you have blood bags?”
Kai doesn’t react right away. He just takes one out, inspects the label like he’s choosing a bottle of wine.
“Expiration dates are a myth,” he mutters.
“Kai.”
He finally looks at you.
“What?” he asks lightly. “You thought I drove you across state lines without snacks?”
“I’m serious.”
“So am I.”
He grabs a glass from the cabinet, cuts the bag open with a knife he found in a drawer, and pours it in slow, controlled movements. Dark red fills the glass.
Too familiar.
“You’re a vampire,” he says simply. “Vervain hits harder when you’re dehydrated.”
Your jaw tightens. “You planned that.”
“I plan everything.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
He sets the glass down on the counter between you.
“You don’t just carry blood around unless you’re expecting to need it,” you press.
His expression shifts — just slightly.
“I knew you’d fight,” he says. “I knew I’d have to drug you. I knew you’d wake up pissed and weaker than you like to admit.”
“That’s not what I’m asking.”
Silence.
The house creaks softly.You step closer to the counter, staring at the glass but not touching it.
“You don’t care if I’m weak,” you say quietly. “So why make sure I’m not?”
Kai’s jaw flexes.
“For someone who’s been around me this long,” he says carefully, “you ask really naive questions.”
“Answer it.”
He meets your eyes.
And for a second, the sarcasm drops.
“I don’t want you starving,” he says. “It makes you reckless.”
“That’s not it.”
His gaze sharpens. “Don’t push it.”
“Why do you have blood bags, Kai?”
A long pause.
Then, softer than you expect—
“Because you’ve always pretended you don’t need help,” he says. “You did it when we were kids. You’re still doing it now.”
The honesty sits between you like something fragile.
You glance down at the glass.
He doesn’t push it closer. Doesn’t force it.
Just watches.
“You can drink it,” he says quietly. “Or don’t. I’m not your keeper.”
You let out a slow breath.
“You literally put me in your trunk.”
“Just a temporary relocation sweetheart” he corrects.
Instead, he leans back against the counter, crossing his arms.
“Drink,” he says softly. Not commanding. Not mocking. Just steady.
You hold his gaze a moment longer.
Then, slowly, you reach for the glass.The last drop slides down your throat. You shiver, strength returning just enough to realize how drained you are.
Kai watches you, eyes sharp, calculating. For a heartbeat, it almost feels like he’s pleased — not with the meal, not with the conversation, but with you surviving.Then, without warning, You barely have time to brace yourself before his hand grips your wrist, sharp and unyielding.
“Not running this time,” he says, voice low, almost casual.
You stumble slightly, and he adjusts instantly, his grip firm but not crushing, sliding you along the path toward the tree trunks.
“You’re stronger than this,” he murmurs near your ear, tone almost… affectionate, if that weren’t the scariest thing in the world. “But I need you steady.”
Kai sets you down gently — almost teasingly and bends to retrieve the knife from one of the trunks. He holds it up, dark and gleaming.
“Sorry, sweetheart,” he says softly, voice almost affectionate. “I need every bit of power I can get.”
he presses his hand to your chest. You feel your vampire energy surge into him like fire being poured into ice. Pain blossoms in your muscles, your fangs flex involuntarily, and your vision blurs for a moment.
“You okay?” he murmurs, almost tenderly, as he siphons the power.
You growl, weakly, “I’m not okay!”
“I know,” he admits, voice low. “But this is necessary. Every bit counts. You’ll thank me later.”
He lifts you, knife in one hand, your drained strength in the other, and sets you at the center of the ritual circle. Bonnie’s blood and the ascendant pieces are arranged perfectly.
Kai kneels, presses his palm against your chest again, siphoning the last bit of energy he needs. You stumble, nearly collapsing, but he catches you easily.
“Perfect,” he says quietly. “Just in time.”
The eclipse light touches the circle, the ground trembles, and your siphoned energy floods into the ritual. The air crackles with power, and you realize you’re watching the prison world dissolve, the portal beginning to tear open.
Kai looks down at you, tired and triumphant, whispering, “Hold on, sweetheart. We’re almost out.”
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The portal spits you out, and your body collapses instantly — too weak from the siphoning, too exhausted to resist.
Kai catches you effortlessly, holding you against his chest. You’re limp, barely breathing, fangs just peeking. He moves silently, every step deliberate, like a predator with a plan.
As he adjusts your weight in his arms, his eyes flick down to your jeans pocket. The small money bag you always carry catches his attention. Without a pause, he slips his hand into it and pulls it out.
Keys. A tiny slip of paper with your address. He smirks, tucking the bag securely into the pocket of his blue zip-up hoodie.
“Convenient,” he murmurs under his breath. “Even unconscious, you make things easy for me.”
He adjusts his grip on you and steps forward, moving with unnerving ease. The city blurs past, the energy from the eclipse still humming faintly around him.
“You’re coming with me,” he says softly, almost affectionate, as he carries you toward your apartment. “Don’t worry… I’m just making sure we get home first.”
Your head lolls against his chest, heartbeat weak and uneven, but your vampire senses pick up everything — the control in his movements, the power now coursing through him from you and the knife.
Summary:You secretly heal Kai Parker as children in the Gemini Coven, forming a bond through shared abuse. When the elders catch you, they punish you and forbid you from ever helping him again, leaving Kai isolated and filled with growing fury.
Chapters;
I
II
III
IV
V(smut)
VI
VII
VIII
IX
Kai Parker x Brandon North OneShot x f!reader(smut)
Brandon North Parker x reader x Kai Parker(27.1.26)
A/n:I wrote this instead of sleeping at 12am I do NOT remember writing this monstrosity like I don’t even know what came over me to even write this AU 😭(I was brain dead while writing this…)
Warnings:Knife play,Blood play, threesome, AU (The vampire dairies Kai Parker x major crimes Brandon north), praise kink, degradation kink,cuffed!reader,choking,hair pulling,possessive behaviour,biting,dacryphilia,CON,No incest, M/F/M
The penthouse suite was bathed in the warm glow of recessed lighting, casting shadows that danced across the king-sized bed.Y/n found herself positioned on her knees between Brandon and Kai, both of whom stood before her in nothing but their jeans, their bare chests glistening with a light sheen of sweat. Brandon's hand tangled in her hair, pulling her head back slightly as he looked down at her with those intense, calculating eyes. "You wanted to play with us both, didn't you?" His voice was a low rumble, possessive and commanding.
Kai stood on the other side, his identical eyes—yet somehow different in expression watching her with a mixture of hunger and restraint. Unlike Brandon's aggressive grip, Kai's fingers traced down her spine, his touch feather-light compared to Brandon's firm grip in her hair. The contrast between the twins was striking—Brandon was all commanding intensity and rough dominance, while Kai seemed to savor each moment with deliberate precision. "Look at her," Brandon growled, his fingers tightening in her hair as he guided her head toward him. "She's already trembling."
Y/n's eyes widened as Brandon's lips descended, claiming hers with aggressive possessiveness. His tongue forced its way between her lips, exploring her mouth with demanding intensity. The taste of him was masculine and commanding, leaving no room for doubt about who was in control.
When he pulled back, his breathing was heavy. "Now him," he commanded, releasing her hair and gesturing toward Kai with a sharp nod.
Kai didn't hesitate. He moved closer, his hand sliding under her chin to tilt her face up toward him. His kiss was different—slower, more deliberate, but no less dominant. His lips molded to hers with practiced skill, his tongue teasing hers with calculated precision. Y/n found herself caught between them, her body pulled taut with the conflicting sensations. Brandon's hand returned to her hair, this time gripping it firmly as he positioned himself behind her. His other hand produced a gleaming silver knife from his pocket, the steel catching the light.
"Let's make this interesting," Brandon said, his voice dropping to a dangerous purr as he pressed the flat of the blade against Reader's lower back, not cutting but promising. "I'm going to watch my brother use that pretty mouth while I play with what's mine."
Kai's lips curved into a knowing smile as he continued kissing her, his hand moving to the front of her throat. His grip wasn't tight enough to choke, but the pressure was clear—claiming, possessive, reminding her of the power dynamic at play.
"She's mine too," Kai said against Reader's mouth, his voice muffled. His fingers tightened slightly, just enough to make breathing conscious, to make her aware of every breath she took under his control.
Brandon's response was to growl low in his throat, pressing the knife's cold steel harder against her spine. "We share," he corrected, his free hand moving to the back of her jeans, fingers hooking into the waistband with clear intent.
Y/n's mind spun with the overwhelming sensations—the dual kisses claiming her lips and throat, the knife's cold promise against her back, the hands exploring her body with increasing boldness. Her breath came faster, her chest rising and falling beneath their combined attention. "Look at me," Kai commanded softly, pulling back from the kiss to meet her eyes. His own were intense, dark with desire. "Say you want this. Say you want both of us."
The words hung in the air, and she found herself nodding, unable to form coherent speech. Her response was a breathy "Yes," barely audible.
Brandon's grin was predatory, satisfied. His fingers hooked into her waistband and yanked it down, exposing the curve of her ass. The knife's flat edge traced along her spine again, this time sliding beneath her shirt, the cold steel making her shiver.
"Such a good girl," Brandon rumbled, his voice rough with approval. His free hand moved to her throat, wrapping around it from behind while Kai's grip remained at the front. Together, their hands framed her neck, the pressure building in tandem. "You love being controlled, don't you? Love knowing we could take everything from you any time we want."
The combined pressure on her throat was intoxicating—restricting but not suffocating, a reminder of their total dominance over her breathing, her body, her pleasure. Stars began to dance at the edges of her vision.
Kai's lips returned to hers, but this time his kiss was rougher, more demanding. His teeth grazed her lower lip
the sharp contact making her gasp. His grip on her throat tightened fractionally, adding to Brandon's, controlling her airflow with deliberate precision. The world began to tilt, her vision swimming as the combined pressure made breathing more conscious, more deliberate.
"Breathe," Brandon commanded, his voice a low growl against her ear. His fingers loosened slightly, just enough to let air flow, but the dominance remained. "We're not done with you yet."
Y/n's hands, still bound behind her back, pulled uselessly at the ropes as her breathing grew ragged. Her body was on fire, every nerve ending alive with sensation. The twins worked in tandem—Brandon's hand in her hair pulled her head back, exposing her throat further to Kai's lips and the pressure of both their hands.
"Such a perfect little toy," Brandon rumbled, his free hand moving to her chest, gripping her through her shirt with possessive strength. His thumb circled her nipple through the fabric, the rough texture making her gasp. "Look at you—bound, breathless, completely ours."
The knife's blade pressed harder against her spine, the sharp edge promising. Brandon's voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. "I'm going to cut you now. Just a little. Let's see how much you bleed for us."
Reader's breath caught as the cold steel kissed her skin, tracing a line along her lower back. The pressure was intense, focused, and she could feel the blade's edge against her flesh through the thin fabric. Her heart hammered against her ribs, anticipation and fear mixing into something intoxicating.
"Please," she heard herself whisper, the word escaping before she could stop it. "Please cut me."
Brandon's laugh was dark, satisfied. "Fuck, you're beautiful like this." The blade pressed down, and y/n felt the fabric of her shirt tear slightly. Then the cold steel was against her bare skin, the edge so sharp it felt like ice and fire simultaneously. She could feel it, the promise of parting flesh, but Brandon held back, drawing out the anticipation.
"Kai," Brandon said, his hand still gripping her hair tightly. "She's ready for you."
Kai's lips left Reader's throat, and he moved around to face her, his eyes dark with hunger. His hands moved to the front of her jeans, unbuttoning them with practiced efficiency. The zipper slid down, and y/n felt the cool air against her exposed skin, the sensation making her shiver.
Brandon's hands moved to y/n's throat again, both of his palms framing her neck as he guided her head back. The pressure increased, his thumbs pressing against her pulse points, feeling her heartbeat race beneath his touch. "That's it," he growled, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Show us how much you love this."
Tears began to stream down y/n's cheeks, hot and abundant, her body's natural response to the overwhelming intensity of sensation. The moisture tracked down her face, and Brandon's expression softened fractionally as he watched them fall. His grip remained firm, but his thumbs pressed more gently now, almost tenderly.
"Fuck, look at that," Kai murmured, his hands sliding up her thighs as he positioned himself before her. His eyes were intense, focused on the tears glistening on her skin. "She's crying for us."
"She's perfect," Brandon agreed, his fingers threading through her hair, pulling her head back further so both twins had better access. His other hand moved down her body, palming her breast roughly through her shirt, the rough calluses of his palm making her gasp.
The knife remained pressed against her back, the cold steel a constant reminder of the danger, the edge that could cut. Brandon's breathing was heavy as he leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "We're going to fuck you so hard," he promised, his voice a low rumble. "Both of us. One after the other. We're going to fill you up until you can't tell where one ends and the other begins."
Kai's hands moved to her waist, and she felt him pull her forward onto his lap, positioning himself between her legs. His hardness pressed against her entrance, the friction making her whimper. "I'm going in first," he said, more statement than question. His grip on her hair tightened, pulling her down toward his lips as he claimed her mouth in a deep, claiming kiss.
The world narrowed to sensation—Brandon's hand on her throat, his knife pressed against her back, Kai's mouth on hers and his body positioned for entry, her tears streaming down her face in response to the overwhelming pleasure and submission. Her breathing came in short gasps around Kai's tongue, her body trembling with anticipation and need.
Brandon's hands moved to Reader's shirt, gripping the fabric and yanking it over her head in one rough motion. The cool air hit her heated skin, and she gasped at the sudden exposure. Her bare chest was on display now, nipples hardened from the temperature change and the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body.
"Fuck, you're gorgeous," Brandon said, his voice rough with hunger as he looked down at her. His hands moved to her breasts, kneading the soft flesh with possessive strength, his calloused palms rough against her skin.
Before she could respond, Brandon's head dipped down and his teeth closed around one of her nipples, biting down hard enough to make her cry out.
The pain was sharp, delicious. Brandon's teeth released her nipple with a wet pop, and he looked up at her with those intense eyes, a satisfied smirk playing at his lips.
"Such a good girl," he rumbled, his breath hot against her skin. "Taking it all." His hands moved to her shoulders, gripping hard enough to bruise as he guided her backwards onto the bed, positioning her on her hands and knees.
Kai's grip on her hair tightened as he held her in place, his other hand moving to her hip. "You heard him," he said, his voice dark with command. "Brandon's right. You're taking it all."
Brandon's hands framed her face, tilting her head up toward him. His erection was prominent, straining against his jeans taking it off. "Open up," he commanded, his voice dropping to that dangerous tone that made her body respond instinctively.
Y/n's lips parted as his thumb rubbed against her lower lip, and he pushed inside her mouth, the salty taste of his skin making her tongue dart out.
He then pushed his length into her mouth. The taste was salty,warm and she found herself opening wider, taking him further. His hands moved to the back of her head, fingers threading through her hair as he began to thrust shallowly, his cock sliding between her lips with each movement.
"Fuck, your mouth feels amazing," Brandon groaned, his hips rocking against her face. The scent of him filled her senses—sweat, skin. Brandon's thrusts into her mouth deepened and she felt him swell further, his shaft growing harder against her tongue. The taste of him was overwhelming now
Kai's grip on her hip tightened as he positioned himself behind her, his hardness pressing against her entrance. "You're already so wet for me," he said, his fingers sliding down to her sex, testing the dampness.
"Please," y/n whimpered around Brandon's shaft, the word muffled by his length filling her mouth. Her body trembled with anticipation.
Kai's fingers spread her ass cheeks apart, exposing her completely to him. The cool air against her wet heat made her shiver, and she felt him notch himself against her entrance, the thick head of his cock pushing against her most sensitive flesh.
"Such a tight little hole," Kai said, his voice rough with possession. His hands moved to her hips, gripping them firmly as he slowly pushed forward. The sensation of his entry was intense—stretching, filling, claiming every inch of her. Y/n's gasp was swallowed by Brandon's cock in her mouth, her body tensing as Kai sank deeper.
"Fuck," Kai groaned, his head dropping to her shoulder, his teeth grazing her skin. "You're so fucking tight." His movements were measured at first, letting her adjust to his size, but gradually increasing in depth until he was fully sheathed inside her.
The dual sensations were overwhelming—Brandon's cock filling her mouth, his hands gripping her head and fucking her face with increasing urgency, and Kai's thick length buried deep in her pussy, his hands roaming over her hips and ass with possessive intenT.
"Look at you," Brandon said, his voice thick with satisfaction as he watched his twin's hips move. "Taking both of us like a good girl." His thrusts into her mouth increased in speed.
Kai's grip on her hair tightened as he began to move in earnest, pulling her back against him with each thrust. The wet sounds of his entry and retreat filled the air, mixing with the obscene noises of Brandon's face-fucking. Y/n's body was caught between them, pulled taut, her back arching as both twins used her.
"She's squeezing me," Kai said, his voice strained. His hips snapped against her ass with increasing force, the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing through the room. "So fucking perfect."
The room filled with the crude, wet sounds of their coupling—the slap of skin against skin, the obscene squelch of Kai's cock plowing through her soaked folds, the gagging and choking noises spilling from her stuffed mouth.
Brandon's grip on her hair tightened, and he shoved his cock deep, holding it there as his orgasm overtook him. Hot, thick ropes of cum pumped down her throat, the salty-bitter taste flooding her senses. At the same time, Kai's fingers dug into her hips with bruising force, and he buried himself to the hilt inside her, his shaft pulsing as he emptied his own load.
The twins filled y/n completely—Brandon's seed poured down her throat, while Kai's flooded her depths. They held her in place, forcing her to take every last drop, every last spurt of their release. Y/n’s body shuddered and quaked between them, overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of her own climax, her sex clenching and rippling around Kai's throbbing shaft as she was filled in every way possible.
As the initial rush of their intense encounter faded, Kai and Brandon's demeanor shifted. They gently rolled her onto her back, cradling her between them on the bed. Brandon brushed sweat-dampened hair from her face, tucking it tenderly behind her ear as he gazed down at her with a soft smile.
"You were incredible," he murmured, his voice low and filled with admiration. His fingers traced the delicate line of her jaw, the touch feather-light and almost reverent. "Such a good girl, taking both of us like that."
Kai nodded in agreement, his hand resting on her stomach, his thumb rubbing slow circles on her skin. "Beautiful," he said, his voice rough but filled with warmth. "You're perfect, you know that?"
They pulled her closer, their bodies curling around hers protectively. Brandon's arm wrapped around her shoulders, tucking her head against his chest, while Kai's leg hitched over her thighs, pinning her gently against him. They shared a look over y/n's head—a silent communication of satisfaction and affection.
A/n: I don’t know what to do anymore I’m getting bored of this ff I think I’m gonna stop especially since Uni started I’ve got sm work 💔💔
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Once we find the spot, Kai barely wastes a second.
“Dig,” he tells Damon, already shrugging his jacket off as he turns away. “I’ll grab something we need.”
Damon grumbles but does it anyway, shoving the shovel into the dirt with more force than necessary. Kai disappears down the road, leaving the three of us alone beneath the trees.
You lean back against one of them, slipping your headphones in and turning the mp3 player on. The world dulls instantly — music humming softly in your ears, grounding you while Damon digs and Bonnie watches the treeline.
You don’t hear Kai return.
A sudden weight beside you. A presence too close.
One of your earbuds is gently pulled free and before you can react, it’s pressed back in, but not your ear.
His.
Kai leans in, shoulder brushing yours, head tilted just enough to listen. His eyes lock onto mine, intense and unreadable, a slow smile tugging at his lips.
Your heartbeat spikes instantly — loud enough that I’m sure he can hear it.
He definitely does
Damon looks up from the hole just in time to see it.
“What the hell?” Damon snaps, dropping the shovel.
He storms over and shoves Kai hard, breaking the moment. Kai stumbles back with a laugh, completely unbothered.
“Personal space, Parker” Damon says lightly.
Damon grabs Kai’s backpack and dumps it out onto the ground, kicking through the contents aggressively. “I’m not letting you carry anything that could kill us.”
Kai raises his hands mockingly. “Relax. You wound me.”
Bonnie steps forward, voice sharp. “Enough. Give me the spell, Kai. Or we’re not going anywhere.”
Bonnie straightens, power gathering around her. “We don’t need you.”
Kai’s mouth opens just barely but he’s too late.
Bonnie’s magic slams into him, violent and sudden. He crashes to the ground, disoriented. Before he can recover, she grabs the pickaxe from beside the hole and swings.
Once.
Hard.
It’s over too fast.
You step forward instinctively. “Bonnie— that wasn’t a good idea—”
“He’s better off dead,” Damon cuts in flatly, not even looking at you.
The cave yawns open behind them, dark and waiting.But your eyes stay on Kai’s body.
Because something about this feels wrong.
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The air feels wrong as the eclipse creeps closer.
Bonnie and Damon are already in position, standing inside the circle, murmuring the spell under their breath. The sky darkens slowly, unnaturally, shadows stretching too long across the ground.
You start toward them.
You don’t hear him.
A hand clamps down hard on your shoulder from behind.
“Miss me?” Kai murmurs close to your ear.
Pain explodes through you as magic is ripped straight out of your body — violent, invasive. Your knees buckle instantly.
“Kai—” you gasp.
He doesn’t let you finish.
The siphoning intensifies, dragging every ounce of vampire magic out of you until your vision blurs and the world tilts sideways. Darkness crashes in.
Kai releases you just as you go limp.
With the stolen magic still buzzing through him, he turns sharply and throws his hand out. Damon is slammed to the ground like a ragdoll, skidding across the dirt with a shout.
Kai doesn’t even look back.
He goes straight for Bonnie.
“Stop—!” she yells, but she’s too late.
Kai snatches her grandmother’s grimoire from the ground, flipping it open just long enough to confirm the spell then discards it without care. In one swift motion, he pulls out a knife and plunges it into Bonnie’s side.
She cries out, collapsing.
Kai crouches beside her, calm and precise, pulling out a small bottle and collecting her blood as it spills. “Sorry,” he mutters. “Nothing personal.”
The world snaps back into focus with a sharp inhale.You wake with a gasp, pain screaming through your body.
Bonnie.
Damon.
Kai.
Adrenaline takes over.
You surge forward, grabbing Kai and throwing him hard into the cave wall. The impact echoes loudly as he crashes into the stone.You rush to Bonnie’s side, lifting her carefully. Damon drags himself up, staggering but conscious.
“Bonnie” you plead. “Stay with me.”
Her hands are shaking, blood soaking through her clothes but her eyes are focused.
“I can finish it,” she breathes. “I’m almost there.”
The eclipse deepens.
Bonnie forces herself upright, chanting through the pain, magic flaring unevenly around her. The air vibrates.
You turn—Just in time.
Kai stands a short distance away, bow already raised.
Your eyes widen. “Bon—!”
The arrow hits you square in the neck.
hot pain tears through you as the force sends you stumbling backward, crashing to your knees. Your hands fly up instinctively, blood slick between your fingers.
The spell reaches its final words.
The world trembles.
Kai moves fast, taking advantage of your weakened state. He’s on you before you can recover, pinning you down and plunging a syringe straight into your arm.
Vervain.
Your body convulses as the poison burns through your veins, magic completely deadened. You cry out, vision swimming.
Kai leans close, breath warm against your ear.
“Sorry,” he murmurs softly. “But I can’t have you getting back up.”
Bonnie finishes the spell with a final, desperate shout.The ascendant hums violently.
And everything starts to come apart.
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You wake slowly, awareness settling in layers.
The couch dips beneath your weight. Your wrists ache.You look down.
Rope. Tight. Drenched in Vervain.
Metal clicks softly nearby.Kai stands at the table, back to you, hands hovering over the broken pieces of the ascendant like he’s afraid touching them wrong might make things worse.
You speak first. “How long was I out?”
He doesn’t turn. “Long enough.”
Your throat tightens. “Did they make it?”
A pause.
“Yes.”
Relief slips out of you before you can stop it.Kai finally turns. He doesn’t smile. He doesn’t look angry either. He walks closer instead, stopping just out of reach.
“You stayed,” he says.
You glance at the ropes. “Didn’t feel like a choice.”
“It was,” he replies evenly. “You just didn’t like the options.”
“You drugged me.”
“Vervain,” he corrects, softer now. “You were already knocked out.”
You let out a breath. “You tied me up.”
His jaw tightens. “Because if I didn’t, you’d try to stop me.”
“And if I want to?” you challenge.
Kai crouches in front of you, lowering himself to your level. His voice drops — not threatening, just honest.
“Then I lose you again.”
The words hit harder than anything else.
“You don’t get to keep doing this,” you say. “You don’t get to decide when I stay.”
His eyes flick to your wrists. Then back to your face.
“You left,” he says quietly.
“I survived.”
“Same thing,” he mutters.
Silence stretches.
“You could untie me,” you say.
Kai nods once. “I know.”
He reaches out, hesitates — then lightly brushes his thumb against your knuckles, careful not to touch the rope.
“But if I do,” he adds, “you’ll look at me like I’m a monster.”
Your voice cracks despite yourself. “You’re already doing that.”
Something shifts in his expression, not anger. Something closer to pain.
Kai straightens, stepping back. “Get some rest,” he says, turning away. “This isn’t over.”
As he returns to the table, the metal pieces clink softly again.You lie there, bound and powerless, listening to him rebuild the thing that trapped you together.And the worst part isn’t the ropes.It’s that every word he said still sounds like he meant it.He doesn’t tell you right away.
You only realize something’s changed when he stops working.The metal pieces of the ascendant lie untouched on the table now, scattered and useless. Kai exhales slowly, scrubbing a hand down his face like he’s made a decision he doesn’t particularly enjoy.
Then he turns toward you.
“We’re leaving,” he says.
You blink. “Leaving where?”
“Portland.”
The word lands heavy.
You test the ropes again out of instinct. Still tight. “Why Portland?”
Kai tilts his head slightly, studying you. “Because that’s where answers are.”
“Answers to what?”
“To how to fix this.” He gestures vaguely toward the table. “And to some other things I’ve been putting off.”
Your stomach twists. “You can’t just take me somewhere.”
“I can,” he says calmly. “And I am.”
You let out a breath, sharper than you mean to. “You’re doing this again. Deciding for me.”
Kai walks closer, stopping beside the couch. He crouches, resting his forearms on his knees so he’s level with you.
“This isn’t about control,” he says. “It’s about survival.”
“Yours,” you reply.
His eyes flicker. “Ours.”
You study his face — the tension, the restraint. “Am I a hostage?”
He considers it. “No.”
“Then untie me.”
He doesn’t move.
Instead, he reaches out and adjusts the rope at your wrists — not loosening it, just making sure it’s not cutting into your skin.
“The ropes are insurance,” he says quietly.
The word hurts more than it should.
“Against what?” you ask.
“Against you changing your mind.”
Silence stretches.
“You’re going to drug me,” you say finally.
Kai’s jaw tightens. “You won’t feel a thing.”
“That’s not reassuring.”
“I know.”
He straightens, stepping back. “I need you conscious when we get there. Just… not on the way.”
You swallow. “You’re afraid I’ll run.”
“Yes,” he says immediately. No hesitation.
“Or that I’ll stop you.”
That gives him pause.
Then softer “That too.”
He reaches into his jacket, pulling out a syringe.The syringe is still in his hand.That’s when you move.You wrench your wrists free in one sharp motion — the rope had been worn thin where you’d been working at it, skin raw but free. You don’t hesitate.
You hit him first.
Your shoulder slams into his chest, hard enough to drive him back into the table. The impact sends the broken pieces of the ascendant skidding across the floor. Kai stumbles, barely catching himself, eyes flashing with surprise.You grab him by the jacket and throw him.
He hits the wall with a grunt, breath knocked out of him.For half a second, you think you’ve won.
Then he smiles.
“Still stronger,” he pants. “Good. I’d be offended otherwise.”
You turn and run.
The door is right there — you’re fast, faster than him, your feet barely touching the ground as you blur down the hall.
You don’t see the wire.
It snaps tight around your ankle, yanking you off balance. You hit the floor hard, sliding, pain flaring up your leg as you tear at it instinctively.
Kai’s on you immediately.
Not with magic — with weight.He slams his knee into your back, pinning you just long enough to jam the syringe into your side.
You scream.
Vervain burns through you like fire, tearing your strength out from the inside. Your limbs go weak almost instantly, body betraying you as you collapse.Kai pulls back, breathing hard, hands shaking just slightly.
“Tripwire,” he says, almost conversational. “Old hunter trick.”
You glare up at him, vision swimming. “You planned this.”
“Of course I did,” he replies quietly. “You’re a vampire. I’m not an idiot.”
You try to move again. Nothing happens.Kai crouches beside you, careful now, checking the syringe, making sure it’s empty. He doesn’t touch you more than necessary.
“I didn’t want to hurt you,” he says, not looking at you. “But you were never going to come quietly.”
Your voice is slurred but sharp. “I hate you.”
He meets your eyes.
“No,” he says softly. “You’re just scared.”
He lifts you — not gently, not rough — like he’s done this a thousand times in his head already.As the vervain drags you under, you hear him mutter close to your ear:
“Portland was always the plan.”
And then the world fades out.
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You wake to motion.
Not gently — every bump in the road rattles straight through your skull. Your body feels wrong: heavy, sluggish, limbs refusing to respond the way they should. Vervain still burns faintly under your skin, dulling everything it touches.It takes a second longer to realize why it’s so dark.
Why the air smells like oil and metal.
You’re in the trunk.
Your breath stutters as memory snaps back into place. The ropes are still there — tighter now, wrists numb where they’re bound behind you. You shift, the movement sending a sharp knock through the compartment.
The car slows.
Then stops.
Footsteps crunch against gravel. A car door opens. Closes.
Keys jingle.
The trunk pops open suddenly, light flooding in hard enough to make you wince.Kai’s face appears above you, framed by gray sky and trees. He squints slightly, like he’s checking your eyes, your breathing — making sure you’re awake.
“Hey,” he says, too casually. “Welcome to Portland.”
“You put me in the trunk,” you snap hoarsely.
He hums. “Technically, I put you in the safest part of the car. No airbags back there, but still.”
He reaches in and grabs you by the arms, pulling you out with practiced ease. Your legs barely cooperate when you hit the ground, and you stumble — only to be caught immediately.
“Careful,” he says lightly. “I’d hate to damage my only guest.”
You glare at him. “Untie me.”
“Eventually.”
He shuts the trunk with a dull thud and gestures vaguely around you. Trees. Silence. A large, looming house behind him.
“It’s my favourite time of the year” he says.
“Wich is?” You asked confused.
“Thanksgiving,I’m cooking you dinner” he replied looking at the house.
You follow his gaze despite yourself.
The Parker house.
Your stomach tightens.
Kai notices. Of course he does.
“Don’t worry,” he adds, like he’s talking about a bad hotel. “Everyone who used to live here is dead. So we’ve got the place to ourselves.”
“That’s not comforting.”
“It’s honest” he shrugs. “Which is more than most real estate listings.”
He grips your arm again and starts guiding you toward the porch. You resist weakly more out of principle than hope and he leans closer, voice dropping.
“Relax,” he murmurs. “If I wanted you screaming, I wouldn’t have made the joke.”
The front door creaks open.As he pulls you inside, the house swallowing you whole, Kai glances sideways at you.
“See?” he says quietly. “Just you and me. Like old times.”
And somehow, that’s the most terrifying part of all.
After you turn, Mystic Falls doesn’t give you time to fall apart.
You meet Elena first — cautious, kind. Bonnie comes next, watching you closely, like she’s waiting to see what kind of monster grief might turn you into.
You don’t become one.
You learn control. You learn restraint. You learn how to live without magic, even when the absence still aches.
Somehow, you fit.
You become part of their strange, broken circle — late-night conversations, shared losses, the unspoken understanding that none of you asked for this life.
Then comes the spell.
Bonnie insists it’ll work. Damon complains the entire time. You stand too close when the magic surges, when the air cracks and the world bends in on itself.
And then—Silence.
You wake up to an empty Mystic Falls.
No people. No noise. Just the same day, frozen in time.
1994.
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Same day.
Same shelves.
Same silence.
It’s been four months in the Prison World—Four months of the same day, the same empty streets, the same routines that almost make it feel survivable. You, Damon, and Bonnie make supply runs like clockwork now and the supermarket, the liquor store, anywhere that still feels vaguely normal.It’s quiet when you walk in.
Too quiet.
Damon heads for the bourbon without hesitation while you and Bonnie split off toward the canned food aisle. You’re halfway down it when the sound hits you.
A crash.
Then coughing — violent, wet, wrong.
You and Bonnie exchange a look before running.You skid to a stop near the break room.
Damon is on the floor.
On his knees, one hand braced against the tile, the other clawing at his throat as dark blood spills from his mouth and splatters onto the floor. He coughs again, choking, eyes red and furious.
“Damon!” Bonnie drops beside him.
You step forward, heart pounding.
Kai stands a few feet away, completely at ease, holding a bourbon bottle loosely in his hand. He tilts it, watching the last of the liquid drip out.
“Vervain,” he says casually. “Nasty surprise.”
Damon coughs again, blood streaking his chin.
Your stomach twists. “Kai, stop.”
His head turns slowly toward you.
For a second, something unreadable crosses his face — surprise, recognition, something sharper.
“…Huh,” he says. “Still trying to save people.”
Bonnie grips Damon’s arm, panic breaking through her voice. “I don’t have my magic. I can’t do anything.”
Kai’s smile widens.
“Oh, I know,” he says lightly. “I’ve seen you try for months now.” He steps closer, eyes locked on her. “So what’s it gonna be, Bonnie? You gonna fail at me too?”
Bonnie’s breath shudders.
“No,” she whispers.
The air changes.
Heat rushes outward, sudden and overwhelming. Flames roar up from the floor, forming a perfect circle around Kai and Damon. The fire crackles loudly, alarms blaring as smoke fills the room.
Kai stumbles back, eyes wide. “Wait—”
Bonnie stands, hands shaking but steady, firelight reflecting in her eyes.
“I have my magic,” she says, voice raw with disbelief and anger.
Kai looks at the flames.
At Bonnie.
Then at you.
For the first time since you arrived in this world, his confidence fractures.Damon doesn’t waste the moment.He pushes through the pain, surges forward, and slams his fist into Kai’s face. Kai drops instantly, collapsing to the floor, unconscious.
The fire dies down.
The supermarket goes quiet again.
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When Kai wakes up, his head throbbing and wrists burning—He’s tied to a chair.
And you’re standing right there.
Kai wakes with a sharp inhale.
His head throbs, wrists burning where they’re bound tight to the chair. The room is dim, quiet. He tests the restraints once, then stills.
“Well,” he says lightly, lifting his head. “This is new.”
Damon leans against the counter, arms crossed. “You poisoned me. This is me showing restraint.”
Bonnie stands a few feet back, eyes never leaving Kai. “We should kill him.”
Kai smirks. “Wow. Took you long enough to get there.”
Your voice cuts in, quieter but firm. “Bonnie.”
Both of them turn to look at you.
You hesitate — just long enough to choose your words carefully. “Can I… talk to him? Alone.”
Damon’s eyebrows shoot up. “Absolutely not.”
“He’s dangerous,” Bonnie adds. “And he siphons magic. You shouldn’t be anywhere near him.”
You swallow. “I won’t untie him. I just— I need answers.”
That’s not a lie. Just not the whole truth.
Kai’s gaze lifts slowly to you, sharp with interest now. “Huh,” he murmurs. “Didn’t know I came with a fan club.”
Damon pushes off the counter. “You have five minutes,” he says. “I’m right outside that door. He blinks wrong, I rip his head off.”
Bonnie hesitates, then nods. “Don’t trust him,” she says softly to you before following Damon out.The door closes.The silence that follows is heavy.
Kai tilts his head, studying you like a puzzle he hasn’t solved yet. “So,” he says. “You gonna tell me why you wanted them gone?”
You step closer, heart pounding. “I wanted them safe.”
A beat.
Then he laughs — short, sharp. “Wow. Still doing that.”
Your jaw tightens. “You tried to kill them.”
“You helped them trap me,” he shoots back. “Feels even.”
You stop in front of him.
Up close, everything hits harder — the familiarity, the anger, the way his eyes linger just a second too long. “You didn’t have to poison Damon.”
Kai shrugs as much as the chair allows. “Had to get your attention somehow.”
Your breath catches despite yourself. “You already had it.”
That makes him pause.
For the first time, his smirk fades.
“…Yeah,” he says quietly. “I figured.”
He looks at you properly now — really looks. “You’re a vampire,” he adds. “Didn’t see that coming.”
“You weren’t there,” you reply, voice tight.
Something flickers across his face — guilt, maybe, buried fast beneath sarcasm. “Guess I miss a lot from in here.
You hesitate, then ask the question you’ve been avoiding since the supermarket.
“Why did you do it?” you whisper. “The vervain. The attack. All of it.”
Kai leans back as far as he can. “Eighteen years alone,” he says flatly. “You don’t exactly come out well-adjusted.”
His eyes meet yours again, intense and unblinking.
“And then I see you,” he continues. “Standing there like I didn’t ruin everything.”
Your throat tightens. “You didn’t ruin me.”
He huffs a laugh. “You sure about that?”
The door creaks slightly — Damon shifting outside.
Kai notices. Smiles again, softer this time. “You should go,” he says. “Before they start asking questions you don’t wanna answer.”
You don’t move right away.
“I’m not your enemy,” you say finally.
Kai’s expression darkens. “That’s what scares me.”
You turn and head for the door.
Behind you, his voice follows — low, almost careful.
“Hey,” he says. “You still leaving people, or is that just me?”
Your hand pauses on the handle.
Then you leave without answering.
Damon shuts the door behind you a little harder than necessary.
He turns on Bonnie immediately. “We can’t keep him.”
Bonnie rubs her arms, still buzzing from the rush of magic. “I know.”
“He poisoned me, Bonnie,” Damon snaps. “And he siphons.”
“He’s also our only way out,” she shoots back. “He knows this world better than we do.”
Damon scoffs. “That’s assuming he helps. Which he won’t.”
Bonnie paces the length of the room, thoughts racing. “He’s dangerous, yes. But he’s also predictable. He wants something.”
Damon glances at the door — the one Kai is tied up behind. Then, briefly, at you.
“And what exactly do you think that is?” he asks.
Bonnie hesitates. “Control. Attention. Leverage.”
Damon nods slowly. “Which means the second we give him an inch, he takes a mile.”
You stay quiet, arms folded tightly, staring at the floor.
Bonnie notices. “You okay?”
You look up too fast. “Fine.”
Damon’s eyes narrow. “You sure about that?”
“I just think killing him isn’t the answer,” you say carefully.
Damon snorts. “It usually is.”
Bonnie exhales. “We use him,” she says finally. “We keep him bound, we don’t let him near magic unless I’m controlling it, and we don’t trust a word he says.”
“And when he inevitably stabs us in the back?” Damon asks.
Bonnie meets his gaze. “Then we put him down.”
Silence settles between them.
Damon runs a hand through his hair. “I don’t like this.”
“Neither do I,” Bonnie admits. “But I like being trapped here less.”
Damon sighs, defeated. “Fine. But he stays tied up.”
He looks at you again, something unreadable in his expression.
“And nobody,” he adds, “gets emotionally involved.”
Your stomach tightens.
Bonnie nods. “Agreed.”
Behind the closed door, Kai listens to every word — and smiles.
Damon’s stare doesn’t let up.
“You didn’t answer my question,” he says. “How do you know him.”
The room goes still.
Bonnie turns toward you slowly. “You recognized him the second we saw him,” she adds. “And he recognized you.”
You swallow. “That doesn’t mean I know him.”
Damon arches a brow. “Funny, because it usually does.”
You cross your arms, grounding yourself. “I grew up around witches. Gemini witches. I heard stories.”
Bonnie frowns. “Stories don’t make someone look at you like that.”
You hesitate — just a beat too long.
Damon catches it. “Try again.”
You exhale. “I knew his family. A long time ago.”
Bonnie’s expression softens slightly. “Knew them how?”
“I left,” you say quickly. “Before everything happened. I didn’t keep in touch.”
Damon steps closer. “And you just forgot to mention that the homicidal siphoner trapped in the next room might recognize you?”
“I didn’t think he would,” you lie. “Not after this long.”
Bonnie studies your face, searching for cracks. “He said your name.”
Your heart stutters. “He says a lot of things.”
Damon snorts. “That’s not a denial.”
Silence stretches.
Finally, Bonnie sighs. “Okay. New rule.” She looks between the two of you. “No secrets that put us in danger.”
You nod. “I’m not on his side.”
Damon’s gaze sharpens. “That’s not what I asked.”
“I’m on yours,” you say firmly. “I wouldn’t be here otherwise.”
Another long look.
Damon steps back. “Fine. But understand this—” he jerks his chin toward the door, “—whatever history you think you left behind? He’s going to use it.”
Bonnie nods. “And if he does—”
“You won’t hesitate,” Damon finishes. “Neither will we.”
You force yourself to meet their eyes. “Understood.”
Behind the closed door, the faint sound of a chair creaking echoes.
Kai is listening.
And he already knows you didn’t tell them everything.
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Kai doesn’t say anything at first.He just watches Bonnie pace, watches Damon argue himself in circles, watches you stand a little too still near the wall.
Finally, he clears his throat.
“You’re all doing it wrong.”
Damon spins toward him. “You don’t get to talk.”
Kai smiles. “And yet, you still don’t have the ascendant.”
Bonnie freezes.
Slowly, she turns back toward him. “What did you say?”
Kai leans back against the chair as much as the restraints allow. “The ascendant didn’t disappear,” he says calmly. “It’s just hidden. Protected. Gemini magic.”
Bonnie’s jaw tightens. “I tried a locator spell.”
“Yeah,” Kai says. “With your magic. That was never gonna work.”
You feel it before he says it.
Kai’s eyes slide to you.
“That thing belongs to her family.”
The room goes quiet.
Damon looks at you sharply. “Your family?”
You shake your head. “I—I didn’t know,” you say quickly. “I never even saw it.”
Kai hums. “But your blood remembers.”
Bonnie’s voice is cautious now. “What are you saying?”
“I’m saying,” Kai replies, “that Gemini artifacts respond best to bloodlines. And she may not be a witch anymore—” his eyes flick briefly to your face “—but that doesn’t mean the magic’s gone.”
Damon steps forward. “Absolutely not.”
Bonnie hesitates. “If it works—”
Kai cuts in smoothly, “—then you get your way out. And I get untied.”
Bonnie looks at you . “You don’t have to do this.”
You meet Bonnie’s eyes, conflicted. “We’re running out of options.”
Damon exhales sharply. “I don’t like it.”
Kai smirks. “No one’s asking you to.”
Bonnie gathers the supplies with shaky hands, drawing the circle carefully on the floor. “Just enough blood,” she says quietly to you. “I promise.”
You nod and offer your hand.Kai watches closely as Bonnie performs the spell, his expression intent — almost reverent.The moment your blood hits the circle, the air changes.
Bonnie gasps.
“I see it,” she whispers. “It’s— it’s here. Still in Mystic Falls.”
Kai grins wide.
You step forward, calm but determined, and press your hand gently against Kai’s chest, right over the jacket. Your fingers brush against the cool metal of the ascendant.
“It’s here,” you say, quiet but firm, eyes locked on his.
Kai freezes for a moment, surprised — then a slow, dangerous smile spreads across his face. His gaze flicks down to your hand, lingering on the ascendant.
“Ah,” he says, voice low and deliberate. “I see you found it first. Smart.”
He shifts slightly, testing the restraint, and leans closer. “Now… we need Bonnie’s blood. And the eclipse.”
Your heart catches. The words are casual, almost effortless — like he’s already calculated every step.Bonnie stiffens a little, hands clenching at her sides. Damon narrows his eyes, growling under his breath.
Kai doesn’t take his eyes off you. “Without those two things,” he continues, “I stay here. And you don’t get the ascendant.”
You pull your hand back slightly, though your gaze never leaves him. “And if we give it to you?”
A gleam of triumph lights up his eyes. “Then we all get out. Together. Or at least, I do. And you?”
The room hums with tension, magic, and the unspoken history between you two.Kai Parker hasn’t changed but now he knows you’re not just someone to manipulate.You just hold the upper hand… for a second.
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You walk out of the Salvatore boarding house, the tension in the air still palpable. Kai leads the way, shuffling through the empty streets, dragging Damon behind him while you and Bonnie keep pace.
He mutters to himself under his breath, gesturing at the sky, trying to align the invisible points of the stars. “Come on… come on…”
You glance at him, wary. “You’re not just guessing, are you?”
Kai smirks without looking at you. “Oh, I’m precise. But I need a few adjustments…”
Then Bonnie’s eyes catch something.
A crumpled newspaper lying near the corner store. On a whim, she picks it up and flips it open.Her face pales.
“Family… massacred… Portland… oldest son survived,” she reads aloud, voice shaking. Kai stops mid-step, tilting his head as he eyes all of you. His smirk is lazy, but the coldness in his voice cuts sharper than any blade.
“Who names a kid Malachai?” he mutters, shaking his head. “It’s like they expected me to be evil from the start.”
Damon tenses. Bonnie grips your arm. You take a careful step back.
“And, well…” Kai continues, eyes flicking over Damon and Bonnie before landing squarely on you. “…I didn’t disappoint.”
He leans back against the streetlamp, voice almost conversational. “The twins first. Hung ‘em up on the stairwell railing. Hunting knives through the chest. Classic, right?”
You freeze. His gaze narrows on you. “And you,” he says softly, almost teasing but it carries weight. “You were there. Watching. That little witch with healing hands, running around like you could fix everything. Cute. Naive. Useful.”
Your stomach twists. Bonnie shifts uncomfortably beside you.
Kai tilts his head, letting the words sink in. “My mother? Tripped her in the pool. Daddy? He wasn’t there.” He waves a hand casually.
Damon growls low in his throat. “You’re insane.”
Kai shrugs, leaning forward just enough that his tone becomes intimate, dangerous. “Sanity’s subjective. But you… you were different. Clever. Worth keeping around. You saw it all, didn’t you? Every stab, every scream…”
Your throat tightens, but you don’t move. You can feel the weight of his stare, the power behind the words.
“And that’s why,” he says finally, stepping back, voice softening into that mock charm he always wears, “I’m still here. And I always will be. Don’t think for a second you can outrun what you saw.”
The street is quiet again. Bonnie’s hands are trembling around her magic. Damon’s jaw is locked tight. And you? You force yourself not to flinch, though your heart is hammering.
Kai Parker doesn’t just remember the past — he uses it like a weapon.
A/n: I had fun writing this but honestly idk where to go anymore with this ff might abandon it like the last 2 of mines and my uni is starting again on Thursday so I don’t know if I’m gonna even have time for this anymore💔
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Previous chapter
You almost don’t go.
A week ago, Kai Parker was in your room—real, breathing, infuriatingly familiar. Five years of silence collapsed into something fragile and unfinished, and neither of you named what it meant. You haven’t seen him since.
That should’ve been your warning.
Still, you stand on the front steps of the Parker house, Josette’s book tucked under your arm, afternoon sunlight warm and wrong against your skin.Return it and leave, you tell yourself. That’s it.
The front door is open.
Your stomach tightens.
“Jo?” you call, stepping inside.
No answer.
The smell hits you first—sharp, metallic, unmistakable.
Blood.
It coats the floor, streaks the walls, smears along the hallway like someone tried to crawl away. Your breath stutters as your eyes lift and your knees nearly give out.
A body hangs from the stairwell railing.
Pinned there.
A hunting knife buried deep in their abdomen, holding them upright like a message. Another sibling lies twisted on the steps below, throat cut, eyes glassy and empty.
“Oh god,” you whisper.
A splash echoes faintly from outside.
Dread coils in your chest as you turn toward the glass doors. Through them, you see the pool—and floating just beneath the surface is a body you recognize instantly.
Drowned.Your hand flies to your mouth as a sob escapes.
“No… no, no—”
A scream tears through the house.
“WHERE ARE THEY?!”
Your blood turns to ice.
You press yourself flat against the wall, barely breathing. Down the hall, you see her Josette.
On the floor. Bleeding badly, one hand clutched to her side. Kai stands over her, pacing now, control fractured, eyes wild.
“WHERE ARE THE TWINS?” he roars, grabbing her by the collar and slamming her back down.
“I don’t know!” Jo sobs. “Kai, please—”
He kicks her hard in the ribs.
You bite down on your hand to keep from screaming.
“You’re lying!” Kai shouts. “You always lie!”
“I swear,” Jo gasps, blood on her lips. “They’re not here.”
Kai freezes.
Listens.
A faint creak sounds upstairs.
His head snaps up.
“…What was that?”The moment he turns away, you move.
You rush to Jo’s side, dropping to your knees, hands shaking as you press them to her wound. Magic sparks instinctively, weak but desperate.
“I can help,” you whisper. “I can fix this—”
Jo grabs your wrist with surprising strength.
“No,” she breathes. “Stop.”
“But—”
“Listen to me,” she says, eyes wide with terror. “Go upstairs. End of the hall. Find the twins.”
Your chest tightens painfully. “I won’t leave you.”
“You have to,” Jo whispers. “If he finds you—”
Footsteps sound above you.
Slow. Heavy.
Jo squeezes your hand. “Please.”
You stand on trembling legs and run.
Kai reaches the top of the stairs before you do.
You watch from the hallway as he turns into the room at the end of it — the one you know the twins were supposed to be in. He doesn’t rush. He never rushes.
The moment he steps inside, you move.
You slip in after him and shut the door hard, the sound sharp in the quiet house. Your hands shake as you twist the lock.
Click.
Kai freezes.
Slowly, he turns.
“…What are you doing?” he asks, voice low, dangerous.
You back yourself against the door, heart slamming against your ribs. “Talking to you.”
His eyes flick to the lock. Then back to you.
A laugh escapes him — short, disbelieving. “You think a door’s going to stop me?”
“No,” you say, swallowing hard. “But it might slow you down.”
His expression tightens.
“You don’t want to do this,” he warns. “Move.”
“I can’t,” you whisper. “If I move, you’ll hurt them.”
That does it.
His jaw clenches. His voice rises, sharp and cracking. “Where are they?”
“I don’t know,” you say quickly. “But they’re not here. Kai, listen to me—”
“WHERE ARE THEY?” he screams, stepping toward you.
You don’t move.
“A week ago,” he snaps, eyes burning, “you let me back into your life. And now you’re locking me in a room like I’m a problem you can fix?”
“I’m not trying to fix you,” you say desperately. “I’m trying to stop this.”
He laughs again, but there’s no humor in it. “You always think you can.”
He closes the distance in two strides.His hand slams into the wall beside your head, trapping you. “You should’ve run.”
“Kai—”
His hand closes around your throat.
The air leaves your lungs in a sharp gasp as he lifts you off the floor. The knife you were holding slips from your fingers.
“You really thought this would work?” he snarls. “Locking me in?”
Pain rips through you as he siphons, magic tearing out of you violently. Your hands claw at his wrist, strength fading fast.
“You don’t get to stop me,” he says through clenched teeth. “Not now.”
Your vision blurs.
Just before you go limp, you feel his grip tighten then shift — catching you before you hit the floor.
“…Damn it,” he mutters. “You’re still you.”
He lays you down on the bed with rough care, shoving you flat when you stir.
“Stay,” he says sharply. “I’ll deal with you later.”
He turns toward the door.
And this time, the lock doesn’t matter.
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You wake up choking.
Your body jerks upright, lungs burning as air finally rushes in. Your throat aches like you were screaming for hours. The room spins.
Your room.
Your bed.
Sunlight filters weakly through the curtains.
For a moment, you think it was a nightmare.
Then you smell it.
Blood.
You scramble out of bed, legs shaky, heart hammering as you stagger to the door.
“Kai?” you call hoarsely.
No answer.The house is silent.
Downstairs, the silence breaks into something worse.
The damage is still there.
Blood dried dark on the walls. Furniture overturned. The stairwell stained with what you already know you can’t forget.
Jo is gone.
So are the bodies.
So is Kai.
Your stomach drops.
“No,” you whisper. “No, no, no—”
You sink to the floor, back against the wall, trying to breathe through the panic clawing at your chest. Your magic feels wrong — hollowed out, like something essential was ripped away and never returned.
Hours later, voices finally fill the house.
Sheriff Forbes. Paramedics.
Questions you can’t answer.You don’t remember leaving the room. You don’t remember when they wrapped a blanket around your shoulders. You only remember one sentence, spoken quietly but clearly by a coven elder.
“Kai Parker has been dealt with.”
You look up sharply. “Dealt with how?”
A pause.
Then: “He’s been sentenced to a Prison World.”
Your chest tightens painfully.
“Forever?” you ask.
No one answers.
That’s how you know.
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A year after Kai’s disappearance, it happens without warning.
You’re driving home late, the road empty and dark, when a figure suddenly appears in the middle of the street. You don’t have time to stop. The impact is loud, sickening — metal screeching, glass cracking.
You pull over immediately and get out, heart racing.The vampire is already standing when you reach them.
“I’m so sorry,” you say breathlessly, panic taking over as you step closer. You don’t see it coming then the bite, sharp and fast. Pain explodes through your neck as they feed, draining you until your legs give out.You barely register the taste of blood forced past your lips before everything goes black.
You wake up on the side of the road hours later, body burning, heart stuttering painfully in your chest. The vampire is gone. The car is still there.And when you reach inward for your magic, there’s nothing.That’s when you realize you didn’t survive the accident.
A/n: so this is actually pure smut and it turned out longer than expected and I was contemplating if I should even post this because I feel like it’s so bad😭💔
Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content,Crude Language and Slurs, Degradation and objectifying language, Domineering and Possessive Behaviour, Temporary Power Loss, Lack of Clear Consent, Ignoring Boundaries, intimidation, Dub/con
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You’re sitting at your desk, Airbuds in, music drowning out the world. Pencil in hand, notebook open, thoughts scattered across the page as you scribble formulas and notes. You don’t hear the faint creak of the window. You don’t notice the shadow that stretches across your room.
Kai slips inside like he always does—silent, precise. But it’s been five years. Five years of nothing. No letters, no messages, no windows, no knocks. He hasn’t been here. Not once.
He stands for a moment, just watching. The girl in front of him—older, sharper, more focused is familiar yet different. He notices the way she bites her lip when she concentrates, the tension in her shoulders, the faint frown she wears while thinking.
“…Still like this,” he mutters under his breath, a low hum of amusement and disbelief. “Focused. Oblivious. Perfect.”
You don’t notice. The music shields you completely.
Kai moves closer, draping his arm across your waist as casually as breathing. Your pencil hesitates mid-sentence, but you think it’s just a twitch of concentration.
“Ugh…” he mutters again, smirk tugging at his lips. “…exactly the same.”
You finally pull one Airbud out, confused. “…Kai?”
He leans in, cheek brushing yours, voice low, teasing but there’s an edge now, sharper than it ever was. “Surprise. It’s been a while, huh?”
You freeze, heart pounding, words caught somewhere between shock and disbelief. “…How… what—how did you—”
“Window,” he says casually, shrugging like it’s nothing. “Classic Parker. Silent. Efficient. You really didn’t notice sooner?”
You stare at him, mouth opening and closing, trying to process.“…Kai. Five years. You—why-”
He smirks, brushing your hair back lightly, arm tightening just enough to remind you he’s here. “I could ask you the same thing. How’ve you been surviving without me sneaking into your life?”
You shake your head, both frustrated and flustered. “…Kai, you can’t just—”
“Can’t what?” His voice drops lower, closer to your ear, teasing and dangerous all at once. “You thought I’d disappear forever? Thought I’d let five years go by without… noticing?”
You swallow hard. “…I didn’t expect you.”
“Good,” he murmurs, arm tightening fractionally. “Because I don’t make a habit of being predictable.”
Kai tightened his grip on your waist, easily hauling you up from the chair. He swung you around and pinned you against the wall, your back pressing into the cool surface
"I'm not... I'm not the same girl you remember," you said softly, biting your lip.
Kai's hand cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip, tugging it from between your teeth. "I know," he said, his voice softening for the first time since he'd appeared. "And I can't fucking wait to explore every new curve and line. To map out this grown-up body and make it mine all over again."
With that, he swept you up into his arms and carried you to the bed, tossing you down onto the mattress with a bounce.As he crawled over you, his eyes roaming hungrily over your exposed skin, you blushed harder, suddenly self-conscious about your body after all these years.
Kai's hand slid down from your cheek to wrap around your throat, not squeezing, but with the promise of possession. His other hand pushed your skirt up around your waist, baring your panties to his heated gaze. He hooked a finger in the waistband and tugged, pulling them down your legs inch by excruciating inch until he could yank them off completely.
"Fuck, you're still so gorgeous," he breathed, drinking in the sight of your naked lower half. His hand slid back up your thigh, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. He paused at the apex, fingers brushing against your sex. "And still just as tempting."
He leaned down, breath hot against your ear as he whispered, "Don't worry, baby. I'll make you feel so good. By the time I'm done with you, the only thing you'll be thinking about is my cock buried inside your perfect little cunt."
With that, he plunged two fingers into your dripping folds, pumping them in and out, stretching you open. His thumb found your clit, rubbing tight circles around the sensitive nub as he fingered you, bringing you closer to the edge embarrassingly fast.
As Kai's fingers plunged into your dripping heat, you let out a startled gasp, your back arching off the bed. "A-Kai, wait..." you stammered, a deep blush spreading across your cheeks. "This is... it's a lot. It's been so long..." Your hips squirmed uncomfortably beneath his touch, torn between the urge to pull away from the sudden intimacy and the traitorous ache building in your core.
Kai paused, his fingers still buried deep inside you, his thumb still circling your clit. He looked up at you, his blue eyes blazing with hunger and a hint of amusement at your flustered state. "Awkward?" he asked, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Babe, if you think this is awkward, wait until I get my cock inside you. Then we'll see how uncomfortable you really feel."
Despite your nerves, a shaky moan escaped your lips at his crude words, your walls clenching around his invading fingers. Kai chuckled lowly, the sound sending vibrations through your sensitive flesh. "See? Your body remembers me, even if your mind is playing catch-up."
Kai's fingers continued his relentless assault, plunging in and out of your slick heat as his thumb rubbed tight circles around your throbbing clit. You could feel your body responding eagerly to his touch, your hips rocking instinctively to meet his thrusts. It was overwhelming, the sudden onslaught of sensation after so much time without, and you couldn't help but let out a string of breathless moans and gasps as he stroked you closer to the edge.
"Listen to you," Kai purred, his hot breath fanning over your ear, sending shivers racing down your spine. "Still making the same sweet little noises. Just see how good I can make you feel."
He punctuated his words with a particularly sharp thrust of his fingers, curling them to hit that secret spot deep inside you. A strangled cry tore from your throat, your back arching sharply off the bed as pleasure spiked through you. Kai's chuckle rumbled through his chest, vibrating against your skin.
"That's it, baby. Let me hear you. Let me hear all those pretty sounds I've been missing for the past five years."
His other hand slid under your shirt, pushing the fabric up and over your head. He tossed it aside carelessly, leaving you bare before him. His gaze raked over your naked body, a hunger burning in his eyes as they took in every curve and line. He licked his lips, a predator eyeing his prey.
"Fuck, you're even more gorgeous than I remember," he breathed, his voice rough with desire. "I can't wait to taste every inch of you. To feel you come undone beneath me, screaming my name as you cum on my cock."
With that, he ducked his head, his mouth latching onto your breast. He suckled hard at your nipple, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak, his teeth grazing the tender flesh. All the while, his fingers never stopped their relentless assault between your thighs, stroking, pumping, bringing you closer and closer to the edge of oblivion.
Kai could feel your body tensing, your walls fluttering around his fingers as he brought you to the brink of orgasm. He knew you were close, could sense the desperate need building inside you, urging you towards that peak of ecstasy. With a low growl, he redoubled his efforts, his fingers pumping harder, faster, his thumb rubbing tight, rapid circles around your clit.
"That's it, baby," he encouraged, his voice a dark rumble against your skin. "Cum for me. I want to feel you cum all over my fingers like the needy little thing you are. Show me how much you've missed me, how much you've craved my touch."
Your breath came in short, sharp gasps, your chest heaving as you teetered on the very edge. It was too much, too intense, too overwhelming after so long without. A strangled moan escaped your lips, your fingers scrabbling at the sheets beneath you as you.
Kai could feel your body trembling, your walls clenching desperately around his fingers as your climax approached. He knew you were right on the verge, teetering on the razor's edge of ecstasy. Unable to hold back any longer, he captured your mouth in a searing kiss, swallowing your cries of pleasure as he pushed you over the edge.
Your orgasm crashed through you like a tidal wave, your body convulsing, back arching, as you came harder than you ever had before. Kai worked you through it, fingers pumping, thumb rubbing, drawing out your climax until you were boneless and spent, collapsing back onto the bed.
But he wasn't done with you yet. Not by a long shot. As your walls fluttered and clenched around his fingers, he could feel a strange tingling sensation spreading through his own body, a rush of power and energy that was both exhilarating and unsettling. Your magic, your very essence as a witch, was being drawn into him, temporarily amplified by the intensity of your orgasm.
Kai broke the kiss, a look of surprise and wonder on his face as he felt the change come over him. His eyes flashed a brilliant, otherworldly blue, and he could feel the thrum of your power pulsing through his veins. "Fuck," he breathed, a note of awe in his voice. "I can feel it... your magic. It's incredible."
He withdrew his fingers from your still-quivering sex, bringing them to his lips to taste your essence. His tongue swirled around the digits, savoring your flavor mixed with the electric zing of your stolen power. "And to think, I've only just begun to tap into what you have to offer," he purred, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
Weakened from your intense orgasm and the temporary loss of your magic, you could only stare up at him in a daze, your chest heaving, your skin glistening with a sheen of sweat. Every muscle in your body ached deliciously, your limbs heavy and sluggish. Even the simple act of lifting your hand to brush sweat-dampened hair from your face felt like an insurmountable task. The power that usually crackled beneath your skin was now muted, dampened by Kai's siphoning touch. You felt... empty. Drained.
Kai's eyes darkened with lust as he took in your debauched state, a feral grin spreading across his face. He could see the way your chest heaved with each ragged breath, the way your skin glistened with a sheen of sweat, the way your thighs trembled from the aftershocks of your intense orgasm. And he knew, without a doubt, that he was the cause of it all. That he had brought you to this peak of pleasure, had felt your magic surge into him as you came apart in his arms.
He couldn't wait any longer. With a low,guttural groan, he reached down to unbuckle his belt, shoving his jeans and boxers down his legs in one swift motion. His cock sprang free, long, hard, and throbbing with the need to be inside you. He stroked himself once, twice, shuddering at the contact, before positioning himself at your entrance.
"I'm going to fuck you now," he growled, his voice rough and heavy with desire. "I'm going to sink my cock into your tight little cunt and make you scream. I'm going to fill you up until you can't think of anything but me. Until the only name on your lips is mine."
With that, he thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt inside your still-fluttering heat. A guttural moan tore from his throat at the exquisite sensation of your walls gripping him like a vice, squeezing and massaging his aching length. He paused for a moment, savoring the feeling of being inside you again after so long, before he started to move.
He set a hard, fast pace, his hips slapping against yours as he drove into you again and again. The bed creaked and groaned beneath you, the headboard slamming against the wall with each powerful thrust. Kai's hands gripped your hips, fingers sinking into the soft flesh, as he took you with a fervor that bordered on feral.
"Fuck, you're still so tight," he grunted, his breath coming in harsh pants. "Still gripping me like you never want to let me go.”
Kai's hips snapped forward, driving his hard length deep into your core with each powerful thrust. The sensation of being so utterly filled, stretched deliciously around his thick cock, had your back arching off the bed, your nails raking down his back. You could feel every ridge, every vein, every pulsing inch of him as he claimed you, possessed you, owned you completely.
"Yes, fuck!" you cried out, your voice ragged and breathless, echoing off the walls of your bedroom. "Harder, Kai! Fuck me harder!" You couldn't believe the wanton words spilling from your lips, the desperate, needy pleas. But you were too lost in the throes of passion, too consumed by the feel of him moving inside you, to care.
Kai obliged your demand, his thrusts growing more forceful, more demanding. The room filled with the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin, of your mingled moans and grunts, of the creaking of the bed straining under the intensity of your coupling. He hooked your legs over his shoulders, folding you nearly in half, and angled your hips to take him even deeper.
"Take it," he snarled, his eyes wild and fierce as he loomed over you. "Take my cock, you needy little slut. Fucking take it all like the greedy girl you are." His hand snaked down between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing the sensitive nub in tight, rough circles. He could feel your walls starting to flutter around him, could sense your impending release.
"That's it, baby. Cum on my cock. Squeeze me with this tight little cunt. Milk me dry. Fucking soak my dick with your cum, you filthy girl."
His words, crude and degrading, only served to heighten your arousal. You could feel your climax building, your body tensing, your walls clenching around him like a silken vise. With a scream of ecstasy, you came undone, your orgasm crashing through you like a tidal wave. Your sex clamped down around Kai's pistoning cock, rippling, squeezing, trying to pull him deeper, to hold him inside you forever.
As your orgasm overwhelmed you, Kai let out a guttural roar, his hips slamming forward one final time. He buried himself to the hilt inside your spasming heat, his cock pulsing and throbbing as he found his own release. Thick, hot ropes of his seed painted your insides, filling you up just as he'd promised. He ground against you, working you through the aftershocks, ensuring every last drop of his essence was seated deep inside your womb.
Finally, spent and sated, Kai collapsed on top of you, his weight a delicious pressure against your sensitive skin. He pressed sloppy kisses to your neck and jaw, his breathing gradually slowing as he came down from his high. "Fuck, that was..." he started, but seemed unable to find the words to describe the intensity of what had just transpired between you.
He rolled to the side eventually, pulling you with him so that you were draped across his chest, your head pillowed on his shoulder. His arms wrapped around you, holding you close, as if he never wanted to let you go. In the afterglow of your lovemaking, you could feel the last vestiges of your power trickling back into you, your strength slowly returning. But for now, you were content to lie there in Kai's embrace, basking in the warmth and security of his arms.
As the night wore on, Kai's breathing evened out into the slow, steady rhythm of deep sleep. He didn't make any move to leave, seemingly intent on staying right there with you, in your bed, all night long. It was a new experience for you both, but one that felt strangely right, like two puzzle pieces finally clicking into place.
And so, with a soft sigh of contentment, you let your own eyes drift shut, your body molding to the shape of Kai's as you drifted off to sleep, the events of the night playing through your mind. You knew there would be time to process it all in the morning, to think about what this meant for your relationship and your futures. But for now, all you wanted was to lose yourself in the comforting warmth of Kai's arms, and let the dreams take you away.
A/n:im almost done with chapter 5 but i feel like it makes no sense but after that chapter 6 is the one im most excited abt writing 🥹✌️
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You sit stiffly in the elder’s study, hands folded tightly in your lap. The candlelight flickers across the walls, the shadows long and accusatory. You thought you could handle this. You thought you could manage the coven, Kai, and yourself.
But the elder doesn’t mince words.
“You need to understand,” they say, voice calm but cutting, “Kai Parker is a siphoner. You are not his equal. Your abilities are useful to him, yes… but your loyalty, your protection, your… closeness, cannot continue.”
You blink, heart hammering. “…You mean… I have to stop helping him? Stop seeing him?”
The elder’s eyes soften for a fraction, then harden again. “If you continue, you put him in danger. And eventually… it will be on your conscience when they come for him because of you.”
You swallow hard. “…So I just… leave him?”
“Yes,” the elder says simply. “You need to stop meeting with him. It will be hard, but it is the only way to keep you safe.”
You leave the study with a hollow weight in your chest. You try to breathe, to calm the frantic thoughts spinning in your head, but it’s useless. How do you walk away from someone who’s been your world for years? Who depends on you in ways no one else can understand?
The candle flickers weakly, shadows stretching across your bedroom walls. You sit on the edge of the bed, book open but unread, the elder’s words from earlier still ringing in your head.
Stop seeing him. Or you’ll put him in danger.
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The window creaks open.
Kai slips inside like he always does, landing lightly on the floor before dropping onto the bed beside you. His arm drapes over your waist out of habit, his presence immediate and overwhelming.
“Kai,” you say, turning toward him. Your voice doesn’t shake—but it takes effort.
“Yeah?” he replies, already watching your face, like he knows something’s wrong.
You take a breath. “I can’t do this anymore.”
His expression hardens instantly. “Do what.”
“This,” you say, gesturing between the two of you. “Sneaking around. Helping you. Sleeping together. The coven talked to me today.”
His jaw tightens. “And?”
“They told me to stop,” you say. “They said if I don’t, they’ll make it worse for you.”
Kai lets out a short, bitter laugh. “So you listened to them.”
“I didn’t want to,” you snap. “But they threatened you. And I can’t— I can’t keep being the reason they target you.”
He sits up, arm sliding off your waist as he looks at you fully now. “You think you’re the reason?”
“Yes,” you say quietly. “They made that very clear.”
For a moment, he just stares at you. Then he exhales sharply, standing up like staying still is impossible.
“Okay,” he says flatly. “Fine.”
You blink. “What?”
“If it bothers you that much,” he continues, voice tight, controlled, “then I’ll leave.”
“Kai—”
“No,” he cuts in. “That’s what you want, right? Space. Distance. Safety.” He turns toward the window. “Congrats. You get all of it.”
He pauses only once, hand on the frame.
“Don’t worry,” he adds, not looking back. “I won’t make it hard for you.”
Then he’s gone.
The window closes behind him with a soft click, and the silence that follows feels heavier than anything he said.
A/n: so this chapter is kinda long so I already have part 4 in my drafts I might post it today later
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Sixteen doesn’t feel that different.
You’re both taller. Sharper. Harder to ignore the way the air changes when you’re alone together now.
Kai still comes at night. Still slips through your window like it’s instinct. He sprawls across your bed like he owns it, complains about everything, steals your pillow without asking.
Some things never change.
Others do.
You’re sitting side by side, backs against the headboard, knees barely touching. He’s closer than usual tonight. You notice stupid things — the way his voice drops when he’s tired, the faint scar near his eyebrow you’ve healed a dozen times but still remember forming.
“You ever wonder,” Kai says suddenly, staring at the ceiling, “why people make such a big deal about kissing?”
You blink. “What?”
He shrugs. “Everyone acts like it’s life-changing or something. Seems overrated.”
You hesitate. “You’ve never…?”
“No,” he says immediately. Too fast. Then, defensive, “Have you?”
“No.”
Silence.
The question hangs between you, awkward and buzzing.
“Well,” Kai says, turning his head to look at you now, eyes sharp and curious, “how would we know if it’s overrated if we don’t try?”
Your heart kicks hard against your ribs.
“Kai—”
“I’m not saying it means anything,” he adds quickly. “Just… science. Or whatever.”
You snort despite yourself. “That’s not science.”
“Still counts.”
He leans in before you can overthink it.
Kai's heart raced as he gazed down at you, his blue eyes smoldering with a intensity that made your own pulse quicken. He leaned in closer, his breath ghosting over your lips, tinged with the faint scent of mint toothpaste. Your own breathing grew shallow in anticipation.
"Well, I guess we can't say it's completely overrated," Kai murmured, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. "But it's still not bad."
He hesitated for a moment, giving you the chance to pull away. But as you didn't, he closed the distance between you and pressed his lips to yours once more. This time, the kiss was softer, slower, more purposeful. His mouth moved against yours with a tenderness that made your toes curl. Your eyes fluttered closed, losing yourself in the sensation of his lips on yours, the gentle slide of skin on skin.
Kai's hand came up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing over your cheekbone with a feather-light touch. He angled his head, deepening the kiss, and you felt your own hand come up to tangle in his hair. It was silky and cool between your fingers, the dark strands slipping through them as you tugged lightly, urging him closer.
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The next morning feels wrong.
Not bad. Just… off.
You wake up with Kai still there, sprawled across your bed like he never left, arm heavy around your waist. His face is turned toward you, eyes closed, lashes dark against bruised skin that hasn’t quite faded yet.
You don’t remember falling asleep like this.
You don’t remember him falling asleep like this either.
For a moment, you just lie there, listening to his breathing, painfully aware of the way last night keeps replaying in your head. The kiss. The pause. The way neither of you pulled away.
Kai stirs.
His eyes open slowly, unfocused at first. Then they sharpen when he realizes how close you are.
“Oh,” he says.
“Oh?” you echo.
He blinks, then smirks like he’s just woken up from an extremely normal night. “Wow. Still here. Guess the world didn’t end.”
Your heart thumps. “You don’t have to be weird about it.”
“I’m not,” he says immediately. “You are.”
He sits up, stretching like nothing happened, like he didn’t cross a line neither of you knows how to uncross. He glances at you, eyes flicking briefly to your mouth before snapping back up.
“You drool in your sleep,” he adds.
You shove him lightly. “You’re lying.”
He grins. “Maybe.”
And that’s it.
No apology.
No explanation.
No conversation.
But things don’t go back to how they were.
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After that, Kai stays closer.
Not in ways anyone else would clock. Nothing obvious. Just small, constant adjustments,enough that you notice, even if no one else does.
He walks you home whenever he can, matching your pace without comment, presence settled at your side like muscle memory. When you sit, he’s already there, shoulder brushing yours, claiming the space without ever asking. And when someone from school lingers too long and laughs a little too hard, stands a little too close,Kai’s attention sharpens.
He doesn’t intervene.
He watches.
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You’re at your desk, hunched over your homework, pencil scratching against paper, eyes tired from a long day. The candle flickers low, throwing shadows across the pages. It’s quiet—too quiet and that should mean nothing.
Then the window creaks.
Kai slips in without knocking, landing on the floor with a soft thud.
“Seriously?” you mutter, glancing up. “It’s late.”
He grins, sprawling on the floor at your feet like it’s normal. “You do homework late, I sneak in late. Call it symmetry.”
You roll your eyes. “It’s not symmetry. It’s—”
“Boring,” he interrupts, cutting you off with a lazy smirk. “Yeah. Got it.”
You try to ignore him, returning to the equations in front of you. But you feel his gaze, sharp and impatient, burning down your back.
“You’re still at it?” he asks, voice softening just enough that it makes you shiver.
“Yes,” you snap. “Because unlike someone I know, I have to actually learn things.”
“Touché,” he says, rolling onto his side. His arm stretches out almost accidentally, brushing yours. Not that accidental touches are new between you.
You don’t look at him. You pretend your pencil is fascinating.
“So,” he says after a beat. “Some guy was talking to you today, huh?”
“He sat with me at lunch today,” you say, trying to sound casual.
Kai doesn’t look up from where he’s sprawled across your bed. “Lucky him.”
You pause. “That’s it?”
“What, you want a parade?”
“He asked how my day was.”
Kai snorts. “Wow. Groundbreaking.”
“You’re being annoying.”
“I’m being accurate.”
You turn to face him. “You don’t even know him.”
Kai finally looks at you then, eyebrow lifting. “I know he keeps talking to you.”
“So?”
“So that’s weird.”
“It’s not weird,” you say. “People do that.”
“Yeah,” he replies flatly. “When they want something.”
You cross your arms. “And what do you think he wants?”
Kai’s jaw tightens.
“Does it matter?” he says.
“Yes,” you press. “You keep acting like it does.”
For a moment, he just stares at you, eyes sharp like he’s deciding how much truth he can get away with.
“He’s trying,” Kai says finally.
“Trying for what?”
There’s a beat.
Then he scoffs, looking away again. “Don’t make this a thing.”
“You made it a thing,” you argue. “You keep bringing him up.”
“Because he’s annoying.”
“You’ve never met him.”
“Exactly.”
“That doesn’t make sense.”
Kai sits up abruptly, leaning forward, forearms braced on his knees. “Why are you defending him?”
“I’m not,” you say. “I’m just asking why you care so much.”
He shrugs like it’s obvious. “I don’t.”
“Uh-huh,” you mutter.
Kai leans against your desk casually, arm stretching across the surface like he owns the space. “I just… notice things.”
“You notice too much,” you counter.
He tilts his head, eyes dark. “No such thing.” Then, smirking: “Anyway, back to your homework before I decide it’s too boring to watch.”
You settle onto the bed, leaning back against the headboard, finally able to breathe after the conversation about the guy. Your book rests in your hands, the candlelight catching the words. It feels quiet. Normal. Safe.Kai doesn’t move away. Of course he doesn’t.
He stretches out beside you, arm draping over your waist like it’s always been his, head coming to rest lightly against your shoulder. His cheek brushes yours, and the warmth of him is impossible to ignore. Kai shifts, tightening his arm around your waist just slightly. The weight of him is… heavy, grounding, impossible to ignore.
“…Kai,” you murmur, voice quieter this time. “Sleeping together like this… isn’t it—”
He cuts you off with a smirk, cheek pressed to your shoulder. “Awkward?”
“…Yeah.”
Kai snorts softly, brushing his nose against your temple. “Awkward, huh? Really? Come on.”
You glance at him, frowning. “I mean… people would notice. And last time we talked—”
“Relax,” he interrupts, voice teasing but firm. “Maybe… maybe it’s not a big deal. We kissed already. This isn’t that deep.”
You blink at him. “Not that deep?”
He shrugs, smirking like it’s the simplest thing in the world. “Nope. You’re here. I’m here. I sleep here. Big deal.”
You groan and press the book against your chest, cheeks heating. “…Kai.”
“What?” he mutters, voice softening ever so slightly. “I’m just being honest.”
“…You make it impossible to argue with you,” you mutter, though a small smile tugs at your lips.
Kai hums, satisfied with himself, tightening his arm just enough that moving feels… unlikely. “…Exactly.”
They change the halls you’re allowed to walk. The rooms you’re allowed to enter. Someone is always watching you now, eyes sharp for any sign of glowing magic or trembling hands.
But rules don’t mean much to Kai Parker.You first hear him at night.A soft tap against your window.
Once.
Then twice.
Your heart stutters.
You shouldn’t open it. You know you shouldn’t. Your magic is still dampened, your body still weak, your wrists still aching from the bindings they used.
But you open it anyway.
Kai slips inside like a shadow, landing too hard on the floor. He hisses under his breath, one hand clutching his side. You freeze.
“No,” you whisper immediately. “Kai, I can’t—”
“I know,” he cuts in, too fast. “I’m not here for that”
He doesn’t sit close this time. He keeps his distance, like he’s afraid of setting something off just by breathing near you.
“They said if you touch me again, they’ll make you pay for it,” he says flatly.
Your throat tightens. “They already did.”
Silence stretches between you.
“I won’t ask you to heal me,” Kai says finally. His voice is quieter than you’ve ever heard it. “I just—” He shrugs, sharp and brittle. “I didn’t want to be alone.”
Something in your chest breaks.
So you let him stay.
Sometimes Kai stays the night.
You make room for him on the bed like it’s the most normal thing in the world, even though you both know it isn’t allowed. He climbs in stiffly at first, like he’s bracing for someone to yell, to pull him away.
No one comes.
You light a candle low enough that it won’t be seen under the door. Its glow flickers over the bruises he didn’t bother hiding this time.
“Sit still,” you whisper.
He does.
You clean the blood from his knuckles with a damp cloth, slow and careful. You’ve done this so many times it feels automatic now—press, wrap, tie. Bandages instead of magic when you can manage it. Magic only when your hands stop shaking.
“You don’t have to,” Kai says, watching your face instead of his injuries.
“I know,” you answer. “I want to.”
Some nights, you can’t heal him. You’re too tired, too hollowed out, magic scraped raw from being used all day. On those nights, he doesn’t ask. He just lets you work, jaw tight, breath shallow.Other nights—when the ache in your chest isn’t quite as bad, when your vision stays clear—you press your palm to his skin and let just a little magic slip out. Enough to take the edge off. Enough to close the worst of it.
It leaves you dizzy every time.
Kai notices.
He always does.
He shifts closer afterward, like he’s trying to hold you upright without saying it out loud. His arm settles around your waist, light but protective. You let your head fall against his shoulder.
You fall asleep like that.
Night after night, it stops feeling strange.You wake up tangled together—his legs hooked around yours, your hand curled into his shirt. He’s warm, solid, real. When he sleeps, his face softens in a way no one else ever gets to see.
This becomes your normal.
Bandages tucked into your bedside drawer.A space on the bed that always belongs to him.Quiet healing done in pieces instead of all at once.
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Fourteen comes quietly.
You come home from school one afternoon with your bag digging into your shoulder, head buzzing from too many voices and not enough sleep. The house feels the same as always—too big, too quiet, waiting for you to mess up.
Kai isn’t there.
He never is during the day anymore.It’s past midnight when the knock comes.
Once.
Twice.
You open the window without thinking.Kai slips inside, taller now, all restless limbs and sharp angles. There’s a bruise darkening his jaw, a split across his knuckles he hasn’t bothered to clean.
“You’re late,” he says.
“So are you.”
He snorts and drops onto your bed like it belongs to him. You grab the supplies from your drawer and sit beside him, working automatically—cloth, pressure, bandage. He watches your hands like he always does.
“How was school?” he asks, casual.
You hesitate. Not long just enough.
“Fine,” you say. Then, because the words are already there, “Some guy talked to me.”
Kai stills.
Your fingers tighten slightly around the wrap.
“Oh yeah?” he says. His tone stays light. His eyes don’t.
“He said he liked me.”
Kai lets out a short laugh. “That’s dumb.”
You glance up. “It’s not dumb.”
“It is,” he says flatly. “What, he sees you for five minutes a day and decides he knows anything?”
“It’s just a crush,” you reply. “That’s normal.”
Kai scoffs. “Normal’s overrated.”
You finish tying the bandage and pull your hands back. “Why do you even care?”
He looks at you like you’ve missed something obvious.
“Because he’s an idiot,” Kai says. “And idiots don’t get to make you uncomfortable.”
“I wasn’t uncomfortable.”
“You could’ve been,” he snaps. “That’s the point.”
Silence stretches between you, thick and tight.
Then, quieter, almost careless, he adds, “You didn’t say yes, did you?”
“No.”
Something in his posture loosens just a fraction.
“Good,” he says. “Would’ve been weird.”
“Weird how?”
Kai shrugs, already shifting closer, reclaiming his place beside you on the bed. His shoulder presses into yours, solid and familiar.
“Weird because,” he says, staring at the wall, “you don’t need people like that.”
You don’t argue.
You lie back, and he follows, his arm settling across your waist like it’s always been there. Possessive. Unthinking. Certain.
Outside, the Gemini coven sleeps.
Inside, Kai stays awake long after you do, eyes fixed on the ceiling, jaw tight.Because the idea of someone else wanting you doesn’t make sense.
Because in his mind, you’ve already been chosen.And Kai Parker has never been good at sharing what he thinks belongs to him.
A/n:I’ve had this idea for so long so I just wanted to write and my idea is like Kai Parker x reader fluff+childhood friends I wanna continue it n all but I’m not so sure if I will. I also wanna write smut in this but I don’t know how to write so I’ll see but the smut won’t be happening yet a bit later I already know how I want to write it and everything so I’ll see how far I can actually write my ff..
Summary:You secretly heal Kai Parker as children in the Gemini Coven, forming a bond through shared abuse. When the elders catch you, they punish you and forbid you from ever helping him again, leaving Kai isolated and filled with growing fury.
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The first time you heal Kai, there is blood on the floor.
It isn’t dramatic. It isn’t loud. It’s just there—dark drops soaking into the stone like the house itself is used to it.
You’re eight the same age as Kai. You live among the Gemini Coven like Kai does, but you aren’t blood.
Blood is protected.
You’re just useful.
You find him in the back room, where they make him stay when he’s “misbehaving.” Kai is curled against the wall, knees pulled tight to his chest, arms wrapped around his head like he’s still expecting another blow. He doesn’t look up when you enter.
“They said I couldn’t scream,” he mutters. His voice shakes anyway. “So I didn’t.”
Your throat tightens.
There’s a cut above his eyebrow, split open and still bleeding. One of his hands is wrong its swollen, fingers bent at an angle that makes your stomach churn. Bruises bloom across his ribs in deep purples and sickly yellows, layered on top of older ones that never had time to fade.You’ve seen adults get punished before. You’ve been punished too by being locked in rooms, forced to heal until your vision blurred, until your legs gave out beneath you.
But this is different.
This is cruelty aimed at a child.
“Kai,” you whisper.
He flinches hard, whole body jerking like he’s been shocked. When he finally looks at you, his eyes are wild, glassy with pain and something worse—panic, sharp and desperate.
“Don’t tell,” he says immediately. “Please. If they know you saw—”
“I won’t,” you promise, too fast. “I won’t tell anyone.”
You kneel in front of him. The stone is cold through your thin clothes. You’re already tired—bone-deep exhausted from healing three coven members earlier, from being told to try harder when you swayed on your feet.
Healing costs you. Everyone knows it but no one cares.
Your hands tremble as you reach for him. Magic stirs in your chest, sluggish and heavy, like wading through mud. You’re not supposed to heal again today. You can feel how thin you already are, stretched too far.
But Kai is bleeding.
You press your palm to his brow.
The magic burns this time. Not warm but searing. Your vision spots, and you bite the inside of your cheek to keep from crying out. You feel the wound knit together under your hand, skin pulling closed like it’s being stitched from the inside.When you pull away, the cut is gone.
Kai sucks in a sharp breath.
He stares at you like you’ve just performed a miracle.
“You—” His voice cracks. He swallows hard. “Do it again.”
You hesitate. “Kai, I’m tired.”
He looks down at his hand, the twisted fingers. “It hurts.”
Guilt slams into you, heavy and familiar. It’s the same guilt the adults use. The same look they give you when they say you’re the only one who can fix this.
You take his hand.
The pain rips through you immediately, stealing the air from your lungs. You feel the bones shift back into place, and it feels like something inside you is breaking to make room for it. Your knees buckle, and Kai catches your arm without thinking.
When it’s done, you sag forward, dizzy and shaking.
Kai doesn’t let go.His hand grips your sleeve like a lifeline.
“They didn’t hurt you, right?” he asks suddenly. There’s something fierce in his voice now, something sharp and ugly and protective.
You force a smile you don’t feel. “I’m fine.”
Kai knows that’s a lie.
He always knows.
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It doesn’t stop after that.
It never does.
Kai comes to you whenever he can—slipping into the corners of the house, knocking once on your door and then twice more like it’s a code. Sometimes he’s quiet, teeth clenched so hard his jaw aches. Sometimes he’s shaking, breath coming in short, panicked bursts.You heal him anyway.
Even when your hands feel numb.
Even when standing makes the room tilt.
Even when your magic feels thin and frayed, like it might tear apart inside you.
You learn how to do it fast. Silent. Efficient. A hand to his wrist. Fingers brushing his temple. Quick enough that no one will notice the drain in your eyes, the way you have to sit afterward with your head between your knees.
Kai starts watching you instead of himself.
“You’re shaking,” he says once.
“I’m fine,” you tell him.
He doesn’t smile.
The day you get caught, you’re already exhausted.You’d been healing all morning—cuts, burns, ritual backlash and used like a tool until your vision swims. When Kai finds you, he’s worse than usual. Blood soaking through his sleeve. A limp he’s failing to hide.You don’t even think anymore. You just reach for him.
That’s when the door opens.
Magic snaps through the room like a whip.Hands yank you backward, hard enough that you hit the floor. Someone shouts your name. Someone else grabs Kai, dragging him away as he fights, snarling, screaming for them not to touch you.
“What do you think you’re doing?” an elder demands.
Your ears ring. Your chest burns. You can barely breathe.
“I was just—he was hurt—”
“He is a siphoner,” they spit, like the word itself is a curse. “Do you have any idea what you’re encouraging?”
You don’t answer.
You can’t.
The punishment is swift and merciless.They bind your hands with magic that makes your skin feel like it’s splitting. They force you to heal them, not him,over and over until your knees give out and your throat is raw from crying. When you collapse, they don’t stop. They just lift you back up and tell you to continue.
“This is what happens when you disobey,” they say calmly. “When you grow attached.”
You’re locked in your room afterward, magic dampened, body wrecked, head pounding. It’s hours before the shaking stops.
Days before you see Kai again.When you do, it’s from a distance.They keep him separated now. Watched. Isolated.You overhear them talking.
“No one is to touch him,” one voice says.
“He feeds on magic,” another replies.
“Especially not that one,” someone adds. “She encourages it.”
The rule spreads fast.
No one is allowed near Kai.
No one is allowed to help him.
And you, you are forbidden to heal him ever again.
The next time your eyes meet across the room, Kai looks… wrong.
Not hurt.
Not scared.
Furious.
He doesn’t look away.
And even from across the room, you can feel it that sharp, burning promise in his stare.
They took the only thing that ever helped him.
And one day, Kai Parker is going to make them pay for it.
A/n:Im only writing this for fun and I don’t know where I’m going with this I think I’ll stop here cuz idk what to write anymore but better than doomscrolling anyways
The spell didn’t break.
It flickered.
Just enough.
The pressure holding you down wavered for half a second—long enough for instinct to take over.Jeremy noticed too late.You moved fast, ripping the wooden hanger clean in half as you lunged. His eyes widened just as you drove the sharpened end into his shoulder, not deep enough to kill—but enough to drop him with a shout.
“Jeremy—!” Elena screamed from the hallway.You grabbed him before he could recover, yanking him upright and dragging him back with vampire speed, slamming him against the wall and holding him there, your arm locked tight around his chest.
“Don’t,” you warned, voice shaking but fierce. “Don’t come any closer.”
Jeremy struggled, gritting his teeth, trying to push you off. “Elena—don’t—”
You bit him.Not feeding—threatening.He cried out, body going rigid in your grip. You pulled back just long enough to look at Elena, your eyes wild, terrified, desperate.
“He won’t die,” you said, breath uneven. "Not with the ring. But can I keep doing this."
Elena froze, tears filling her eyes.
"Please," she begged. "Stop. Bonnie-Bonnie can fix this."
"Then tell her to drop the spell," you snapped. "Or he bleeds out. Over and over. Until there's nothing left to heal."Jeremy went limp for a second, breath shaky, jaw clenched in pain. You held him tighter, panic and guilt crashing together inside you.You never wanted this.But you were done being a prisoner.
Then—
*CRASH.*
Your head snapped toward the sound just as another presence filled the house. You reacted on instinct, shoving Jeremy away from you hard and the floor vanished beneath you.Jeremy hit the ground first, the impact knocking the breath from him, and you fell with him, crashing down awkwardly, tangled together as the broken wooden shard slammed through the door with violent force, splintering the frame.
Elijah Mikaelson stepped inside, eyes sharp, calculating—not panicked, not sentimental. A man with a plan. A man at war with his own brother.
“Elena,” he said calmly but firmly, “step away.”
You shoved Jeremy aside instinctively, both of you hitting the floor hard. He groaned beneath you, the ring already starting to glow faintly. You scrambled backward, heart racing, hands shaking.Jeremy tried to sit up, disoriented, blood soaking into his shirt. “Elena—don’t—”
“Stay down,” you snapped, more fear than anger in your voice.
Elijah’s gaze flicked to Jeremy’s wound, then to the broken hanger in your hand. No shock. No outrage.
“So,” Elijah said coolly, “they decided to use you as leverage.”
Elena’s voice broke. “She’s hurting him! Bonnie put a spell on the house—we had to—”
“You had to kidnap an Original?” Elijah cut in sharply, eyes never leaving you. “Bold. Reckless. Predictable.”
You laughed shakily. “He won’t die,” you said, voice trembling. “The ring makes sure of that. But I can make it hurt.”
Elijah turned on him instantly. “Put. The stake. Down.”
Jeremy froze.
“You want my help killing Klaus?” Elijah continued, tone deadly calm. “Then you do not antagonize the one thing he might hesitate over.”
Your head snapped up. “He won’t hesitate.”
“Not because he loves you,” Elijah said quietly. “But because you are his sister. And Klaus does not tolerate others holding what belongs to his family.”
That made your stomach twist.
Elena stepped forward, tears streaming. “Please,” she begged you. “Let him go. Bonnie’s trying to hold the spell but—”
“Drop it,” Elijah said decisively.
Elena turned to him, shocked. “What?”
“Remove the boundary spell,” Elijah ordered. “Now.”
Jeremy stared at him. “Are you insane?”
“No,” Elijah replied coldly. “I’m practical. If Klaus arrives and finds her restrained, Jeremy dies first. Slowly.”
You tightened your grip on the broken wood, pulse roaring in your ears. “You’ll let me walk?”
Elijah nodded once. “You are not their prisoner. And you are not my enemy.” His voice hardened. “Klaus is.”
Bonnie’s magic flickered. The pressure around your body eased—just enough for you to breathe again.You looked at Jeremy one last time. He looked back at you, jaw clenched, eyes full of anger and something dangerously close to guilt.
“This isn’t over,” he said.
“I know,” you whispered.
Elijah stepped aside, giving you a clear path. “Go,” he said. “Before my brother feels you any more clearly than he already has.”
You hesitated only a second—then vanished.The moment you crossed the threshold, the air felt lighter.
A/n: this is so bad I don’t even know why wrote that, I started watching the vampire diaries so..
You had been the youngest Mikaelson.
Y/n Mikaelson.
Born into a family whose name carried both power and terror, you had been a child of light, until the darkness found you first. When you were turned into a vampire, rage and hatred had consumed you. In a moment you’d never be able to take back, you killed your parents—not for hunger, but for the twisted fire in your veins.
Elijah, Kol, Rebekah, and Niklaus… they never forgave you.You had been cast out, despised, avoided. For centuries, you wandered alone, hiding in shadows, hiding from their wrath, hiding from yourself. Germany became your sanctuary. Quiet streets, quiet nights. Peace, or as close to it as a vampire of your bloodline could get.And for centuries, you stayed there.
Until Mystic Falls.
You didn’t come for blood, or for vengeance, or for anyone else. You came for a single purpose: to visit the graves of your parents. To remember what was lost. To touch a part of the world that had once been yours.
You never expected anyone to follow you.
But someone had.The moment you stepped into the quiet cemetery, your instincts screamed danger. And before you could react, a spellbound barrier slammed around you. Your senses flared, your fangs bared—but then, a crossbow loaded with a wooden stake appeared in your vision, aimed directly at your chest.
“Y/n Mikaelson,” the voice was sharp, cautious, and filled with tension. “Don’t move.”
Before you could react, the crossbow fired. The wooden stake pierced your chest. Pain exploded through you, and the world went dark. Your legs gave out, and you fell forward—right into Jeremy’s arms. He caught you just in time, holding you tightly as your unconscious body trembled in his grasp.
Your eyes snapped open—this time fully awake. You weren’t dreaming. You were lying on a couch in a dimly lit living room. Your hand shot to your chest, remembering the stake. The phantom ache was gone, but your body felt heavy, restrained by an invisible force.
“You… you staked me,” you whispered, your voice trembling.
“ Yes” Jeremy said flatly. Every inch of him radiated control and alertness. Crossbow in one hand, stake in the other, muscles taut. “And if you try anything, I’ll do it again.”
You swallowed, fear prickling up your spine. “So… this was planned.”
Jeremy didn’t blink. “Of course it was. We knew you’d come here eventually. The cemetery. Your parents’ graves. Bonnie set the boundary spell before you even stepped into town. You didn’t just stumble into this.”
Your chest tightened. “You trapped me.”
“Yes.” His voice was calm but sharp, like a blade. “You’re leverage. That’s why you’re here. Against Klaus. If he touches Elena, you’re the bargaining chip that might keep her alive.”
Your stomach dropped. “You’re… using me.”
Jeremy didn’t lower the crossbow. “I’m not asking for your approval,” he said. “I’m keeping her alive. That’s the priority.”
You hugged your arms around yourself, fear curling tight. Centuries of running, hiding, and pretending to be invisible had failed you. You were trapped.
A Bait.
A pawn.
“And if Klaus doesn’t care?” you asked quietly.
Jeremy’s eyes hardened. “Then we keep you alive anyway. You’re worth more to him alive than dead.”
Your hands trembled in your lap. You were not a person here. You were leverage.And outside, the storm began to roll in, echoing the storm that would soon come for you.Because they were coming.
It was never a good idea, falling in love with the enemy. But how were you supposed to know how it would all end up?
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Information, of all things of value in this world, is most precious. Katherine had learned that the hardest of ways.
She had been trying to keep tabs on everyone, especially the Salvatore brothers, who were the cause of her most recent headaches. Dwelling on the irony of that made her skin itch, considering the amount of time she had spent causing them grief.
She was sipping on a glass of bourbon, trying not to think about how her plans were crumbling. She hoped to charm Elijah, get him to protect her like he did last time.
But when he found her, he wasn't the same. He didn't have the same softness about him, the gentleness in his eyes. He was harder, angrier, more ruthless. She supposed that was her fault, she wondered how her life would have turned out had she trusted him...
She didn't regret her choice, she knew it was worth it, she always chose her freedom first, nothing else mattered.
And she had almost gotten away, if only she had a little more information.
But now, here she was, back under the thumb of the man who had taken everything from her.
Klaus.
"Please, just...kill me. I've told you everything that I know," she pleaded, not sure why she was bothering.
He never showed her mercy, but she couldn't help but hope he would spare her, if not for old times sake.
"You see, I believe that you believe that, but what would you not know? What could they be keeping from you? Hmm? Anything? Tell me." He said, his voice was calm as he compelled her to speak the truth.
"When I was at the Salvatore house, I saw their sister, drugged and unconscious. They were keeping her that way,"she said, her voice trembling, she couldn't control the words that came out.
Klaus smiled, the wheels turning in his mind, "Any theories on why they would do that to her?"
Katherine had an idea, but she had no proof. She had no idea what Damon was up to, but he always had a plan.
"I don't know," she said, shaking her head, she didn't like where this was going.
"C'mon, you have always been a clever little minx," Klaus purred, his hand coming up to caress her cheek, it made her feel sick.
"The only reason I can think of is to stop her from doing something," Katherine said, her mind racing, thinking back to everything she had seen, and the things she had missed.
Klaus grinned, his hand moving down to her throat, he began squeezing the air out of her.
"You can detect weaknesses like a bloodhound can sniff out a fox, so tell me, sweetheart. Is this your best guess or are you holding something back?" He asked, his fingers tightening.
She struggled, clawing at his arm, desperately trying to loosen his grip. "She's... Loyal to a fault, to those she loves, she tried to kill me in the 1800s for messing with her brothers,"
He raised an eyebrow, his face a mask of amusement, "So you think she's shifted loyalties? To whom?" He let go of her throat, and she collapsed to the ground, coughing and wheezing.
"I don't know... The only other players in town are the wolves... There's no reason for her to side with them..." She paused, her mind racing.
"There's only one other option," she said, her face contorting into a grin.
"Who?" Klaus growled, his patience was growing thin.
"Elijah.”
You woke in a strange daze, unsure of how much time had passed. You didn't feel rested, in fact, you felt sluggish.
You sighed softly, trying to gather your strength. Your mind was slightly hazy and you felt hungover. Your limbs were not responding to your commands, causing you even more panic.
Your eyes finally opened, adjusting to the light. You were in your own bedroom, laying on your bed, the soft hum of your ceiling fan was the only thing you could hear.
You had a horrible sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach, you slowly looked around. There was a pile of empty blood bags on your nightstand, a cup full of vervain, and a half-empty bottle of bourbon. It was clear that someone had been here taking care of you and keeping you sedated, judging by the empty bottle it was most likely Damon.
You rolled out of bed, stumbling across the room. Your legs were weak, and you were still groggy. You managed to make it to the door and pull it open.
It was eerily quiet, the ticking clock in the hallway was pounding in your ears. You walked towards the stairs, leaning heavily against the wall, hoping to make it all the way down without falling.
As soon as you made it to the bottom, you were overcome with a wave of nausea and dizziness. You grabbed the banister, closing your eyes, waiting for the spell to pass.
Fuzzy, half formed memories came flooding back to you. Elijah was gone, your brothers had stabbed him, and then they had drugged you, so you couldn't wake him.
You remembered Damon coming into your room, holding a blood bag up to your lips, forcing you to drink.
You remembered Stefan, sitting on the edge of the bed, brushing the hair off your forehead, telling you to sleep.
You remembered Elena, cleaning your face, her voice low and gentle, she had been crying, apologizing.
Someone had carried you outside, then Elena invited you back in. The house was under her name now, a new defense measure added. You wondered who they were trying to keep out, had Klaus finally come to town? Fear suddenly gripped you... Where was everyone?
You slowly made your way to the basement door, taking the steps one at a time, trying to ignore the overwhelming need to puke.
Once you were down in the basement, you looked at Elijah's body, lying in the same position you left him. His clothes were now charred and tattered, the pillow and blanket were gone, probably burned to ash.
You moved closer, collapsing on the floor next to his body. He looked the same, gray, his eyes closed, his hair in disarray. You brushed his hair back, leaning down and kissing his forehead.
"lijah," you whispered, reaching out to hold his hand. "I know we agreed, if anything happens, we would say goodbye and walk away, but I can't, not this time. You're a part of me, I don't think you even realize how much you have come to mean to me."
You looked at the dagger in his chest, weighing the consequences of pulling it out. You didn't know what would happen if he woke up, he could rip you to shreds, or he could pull you into his arms, and hold you until you stopped crying.
There was a fifty-fifty chance he would do the latter, and that was good enough for you. Your fingers curled around the blade and you pulled it out. Then you dropped it onto the floor, letting it land with a metallic thud.
Nothing happened.
Elijah was still.
You leaned down and pressed your ear to his chest, listening.
Nothing.
"Please," you said softly, kissing his cold cheek. "Please wake up."
You returned to laying your head on his chest, your fingers curling in the fabric of his suit.
You closed your eyes, tears running down your face, holding in a breath. Waiting, waiting, waiting…
Suddenly, his heart sprung to life, beating rapidly. You sat up quickly, looking down at him, his eyes were open.
You could hardly believe it, he was looking up at the ceiling, his chest heaving, his mouth open. Then he sat up, gasping for air, looking around the basement wildly.
He was in clear agony, struggling to breathe, he looked at you with anguished eyes, the color returning to his face.
"I can't...I can't be in this house." He rushed to his feet, falling over himself, stumbling his way to the exit.
You limped out of the basement and upstairs, racing after him. The moment he got outside, he collapsed on his knees, taking in deep breaths.
You knelt in front of him, safe behind the threshold of the doorway.
"I'm so sorry," You said, your voice shaking. "I had no idea. They drugged me and I couldn't..."
"Y/n," He interrupted, his eyes finding yours, they were full of pain. "I...need a moment,"
You nodded, holding back tears that were threatening to spill. He looked awful, his clothes were ruined, and his skin was gray and dull. He was clearly starving.
You took the dagger and rolled it past the threshold, it hit his knee and he grabbed it, holding it in his hand. He glared at the blade, then looked up at you.
"Thank you," he said, his expression softening. "So much for rule three,"
"You would have done the same for me," you replied, a hint of a smile on your lips.
He slowly got to his feet, his skin still a bit gray, his face tired and worn. He held his hand out, inviting you to step over the threshold, which you did, allowing him to pull you into his arms.
You closed your eyes, enjoying the embrace, your arms wrapped around his neck, you buried your face into his shoulder.
"This is a bad idea," he said, his voice rumbling in his chest.
"I know," you said, squeezing him tightly.
He didn't respond, simply holding you against him, his breathing steadying.
"Do you want to get out of here?" You asked, looking up at him, a sad expression on his face.
"That is an excellent idea,"
Your phone would not stop ringing.
You had been ignoring it for the last few hours. Elijah had taken you to a luxury hotel the next town over, far enough from Mystic Falls so you didn't have to worry about anyone showing up unexpectedly.
You were sitting on the bed, eating some room service, watching him try on some suits he had compelled the concierge to bring to the room.
"Who keeps calling?" Elijah asked, looking at you over his shoulder, buttoning a shirt.
"Damon and Stefan," You replied, sighing, "they are probably worried."
"Why haven't you answered?" He asked, frowning.
"Because... I'm mad at them," You admitted, picking at the food on your plate. "After what they did to me,"
"They were protecting themselves, and you," he said softly, putting his suit jacket on, and smoothing it.
You were surprised by him defending them, considering they had literally killed him.
"It doesn't matter, I can't face them right now," you said, shaking your head, "I'll just ignore their calls, it's the best I can do."
A text from Damon popped up on your screen, in full capital letters, it read:
‘WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?! ANSWER YOUR PHONE.’
You grumbled and picked your phone up, ready to block him when you got another text. This one was from Stefan:
‘Klaus is in town, in Alaric's body. Please just let us know you are okay,’
Your breath caught in your throat, and you froze, staring at the message.
Elijah had been looking at you and saw your reaction, "What's wrong?"
"I don't know, maybe nothing," you said, showing him your phone, his face darkening when he saw the texts.
He looked at you for a long moment, like he was contemplating his next words very carefully.
"What?" You asked, wondering what was going through his mind.
"We can't do this," he said, shaking his head. "It's too dangerous."
"What?" You said again, standing up and walking over to him.
You placed your hands on his chest, sliding them up to his shoulders. He was avoiding your gaze, but his arms moved around your waist, pulling you against him.
"What's wrong?" You asked, searching his face, but he still wouldn't look at you.
"Rule two, darling," he said softly, pressing his forehead to yours, his hands caressing your back.
"Don't do that," you said, your voice breaking, your chest ached, you were holding back tears. "I don't care about the rules, I just want you,"
"You don't know what you're asking for," he said, his breath hitching, his voice low. "If Klaus finds out about you and I, he will kill you,"
"Why? Why do you want to kill him? Who is he to you?" You asked, wanting answers, your hands curled into fists on his chest.
"I've known him since I was a child, he's my brother," he said, pulling back, so he could look you in the eyes.
You blinked, not believing what he was saying.
"But..." you stammered, not sure what to say.
He swallowed hard and began telling you all about his life. His family, what life was like in the viking age, being turned vampire, learning his mother had been unfaithful, that his beloved brother was a bastard.
"I never saw him any different, none of our siblings did," he said, his voice wavering.
You could tell this was a difficult subject, you squeezed his hand, reminding him that you were there.
"We learned of our mother's infidelity in the worst way possible..." He trailed off, his voice shaking.
"You don't have to," you said, scooting closer, wrapping your arms around him and resting your head on his shoulder.
He leaned his head against yours, his fingers stroking your arm. "I've done many terrible things, but what plagues me the most is what I did to Niklaus,"
"What did you do?" You asked, lifting your head to look at him, his brown eyes were watery.
He shook his head, unable to vocalize it, and you didn't push him. You held him, waiting, knowing it would take time.
He eventually continued, his voice low, filled with shame. "My mother was a powerful witch, she cursed him. She bound his werewolf side, made him weaker, unable to turn. She used the full moon to make it possible to break the curse."
You frowned, thinking over what he was telling you. It didn't make any sense, Klaus was a vampire, not a werewolf.
"I thought..." you said, hesitating. "I thought he was a vampire,"
"He is," Elijah said, nodding, "he's also a werewolf, but that side of him bound,"
He continued his story, explaining how Klaus was different, that he was a hybrid. The first and only of his kind, half vampire, half werewolf.
He told you how Klaus was angry and resentful, and that he had good reason to be. That he and Klaus had spent many centuries trying to break his curse, to free him from his chains.
"So the ritual isn't about werewolves or vampires being freed from their curses," You said, the realization hitting you.
"No, it's not," He admitted, frowning. "It's about my brother,"
You were quiet for a long time, processing all of the information. So Klaus had no intention of freeing the werewolves or the vampires, he just wanted to be free.
"So why do you want to kill him?" You asked, looking at Elijah.
He sighed, rubbing his face, clearly struggling.
"I have other siblings, and he took them from me," He said, his tone was strained, the words catching in his throat. "I've searched for decades, and I can't find them,"
You squeezed his hand, encouraging him to continue.
"I've lost all hope of ever finding them," he said, his jaw clenching, he looked at you with his dark tear filled eyes. "All I have now is my revenge,"
You nodded, understanding where he was coming from. If you lost your brothers, you would burn the world down to avenge them.
"What is the ritual supposed to do?" You asked, curious, wanting to learn more.
"He has to kill a werewolf, a vampire, and a doppelganger. Their blood is necessary for the ritual," he explained, his fingers gently running along your arm. "When it's complete he will be weakened, then I will kill him."
"Elena is innocent... Elijah I'm sorry but you can't let him hurt her," you said, frowning.
He looked away from you, his brow furrowing, "She has to die, but not permanently,"
"What do you mean?" You asked, confused.
"A few centuries ago, there was another doppelganger, I grew some affections for her... I found a way to keep her alive," he said, his tone was flat.
"Katherine," you said, the name leaving a bad taste in your mouth.
He nodded, "I will give Elena the elixir I acquired for Katerina. It will save her,"
You let out a sigh of relief, at least Elena would be safe.
"To kill your brother, it's not an easy thing to do," You said, leaning your head against his. "Are you really prepared for what it means?"
"The full moon is in three days," He said, changing the subject, his expression was grim. "The ritual will happen then,"
"Yes," he said, without a moment of hesitation.
You sat in silence, neither of you knew what to say.
"Sometimes there's honor in revenge," he said, his hand resting on your leg. "And sometimes you just need to put down a rabid dog, no matter how much you once loved him."
"Eli-," You started, but he cut you off with a kiss, his lips crashing against yours.
You melted against him, forgetting what you were about to say. He had this way of silencing you, and it drove you crazy.
"No more talk of the ritual," he said, his fingers gently brushing over your cheek, his eyes gazing into yours. "I want to enjoy the time we have left,"
You didn't know what to say, so you nodded, and he kissed you again.
Elijah watched you sleep, the sheet barely covering your naked body. His fingers traced patterns along your skin, his touch light as a feather.
He was trying to ignore the dread, the sinking feeling of guilt in the pit of his stomach.He needed to plan, to prepare for what he had to do, but the only thing on his mind was you.
He should have known better, he was foolish to have ever gotten involved with you. When he came to Mystic Falls he told himself no weaknesses, no distractions, and yet here you were.
"Stop watching me, it's creepy," you mumbled, rolling over, the sheet falling off of you, revealing your naked form.
"Apologies," he said, unable to help the smirk that tugged at his lips.
"I forgive you, I know I'm irresistible," you said, yawning, stretching, your body arching.
He chuckled, leaning over, kissing you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.
He broke the kiss and pressed his forehead against yours, "If I asked you to do something, would you do it?"
You gave him a curious look, your fingers tangling in his hair, "That depends,"
"Would you stay here, and not interfere with the ritual?" He asked, his brow furrowing, his tone was strained.
"Elijah-," You said, sitting up, the sheets pooling around your waist.
"Please," he begged, his eyes softening.
"But Elena-," You tried to protest, but he cut you off with a kiss, his hands cupping your face.
"Your brothers will keep her safe, but if you were involved... I would lose my mind with worry," he admitted, his eyes filled with turmoil.
"I thought this was just physical?" You teased, hoping to ease the tension.
He smiled and shook his head, his thumb caressing your cheek. "I love you," he said it so softly you barely heard it, his voice cracking.
You looked at him, searching his face for any signs of a lie, but there was none. He wasn't lying, he was telling the truth, the sincerity in his words and his eyes was evident.
Your words caught in your throat, a lump forming. You couldn't bring yourself to say it, you wanted to, but it was like there was a block.
You pressed your lips to his, your tongue sliding past his lips, kissing him deeply, trying to pour all of your emotions into it.
He broke the kiss and pressed his forehead against yours, his fingers tracing your jaw, "Say it,"
"I can't," You whispered, your voice wavering.
He tilted your chin up, his dark eyes meeting yours. "I love you miss Salvatore, and it frightens me more than anything ever has,"
"Elijah," you said, cupping his face, your heart aching. "I... I love you too,"
He pulled you into a kiss, his arms wrapping around your waist, lifting you into his lap, your legs wrapping around his torso.
You were panting, the kiss was heated, needy, your fingers digging into his shoulders. You felt his erection against your inner thigh, hard and ready, and you ground against it.
"I love you," you repeated, his hands grabbing your ass, pulling you closer.
"I love you," he replied, his lips attacking your neck, sucking, biting, marking you as his.
You reached down, wrapping your fingers around his length, sliding your hand along his shaft, positioning him at your entrance.
You lowered yourself down, desperately needing to feel connected to him, his fingers dug into your hips as you sat fully in his lap, taking him deep inside of you.
He moaned, his eyes closing, his head tilting back, you leaned forward and kissed his neck, your fangs scraping along his skin.
You rolled your hips, slowly, taking him in and out of you, his breath hitching with each movement. You grinned against his skin, loving how you were making him react.
"That's it, take what you need," he said, his hand coming up to cup the back of your head, keeping you close to him.
"I love you," you breathed, your voice a soft whimper, as you sunk your fangs into his neck.
His blood flooded your mouth, warm and sweet, and you sucked, feeling his pulse beating against your lips. He tasted like pure power, it was unlike anything you had ever experienced.
He moaned, his fingers tangling in your hair, gripping it tight. You were riding him, moving your hips in a fluid motion, grinding down onto him, feeling his cock hit that perfect spot deep inside.
You pulled back, his blood dripping from your lips, his hands were on your ass, guiding your hips. He kissed you, biting down on your bottom lip and tasting you. Your blood mixing together, it was the most erotic thing you had ever done.
"That's my girl," he whispered, his voice ragged, his eyes dark with lust. "So beautiful, and mine,"
"Yes, all yours," you moaned, grinding down harder onto him.
You felt his hand moving between your ass cheeks, his finger finding your puckered hole, slowly pressing into you.
You gasped, your eyes fluttering closed, it felt so good, him inside of you like this.
"I want you to cum for me, my sweet little love," he said, his voice soft and gentle, his finger moving deeper.
You moaned, clutching at his chest, your nails raking along his skin, drawing blood. The combination of him filling you, his finger, and the taste of his blood in your mouth sent you over the edge.
You let out a long, low moan, against his lips, your walls clenching around him, milking him for everything he had.
He grunted, his eyes fluttering closed, he bit his lip, trying to muffle his moans, and he came deep inside of you.
Your body was trembling, his arms wrapped around you, holding you close to him.
You pressed your face into the crook of his neck, his skin slick with sweat, the smell of sex and blood hung heavy in the air.
You pulled back and kissed him, his hand cupping the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair.
"After this is all over, will you come with me?" He asked, his hand stroking your cheek.
"Where would we go?" You asked, smiling.
"Anywhere, preferably somewhere with a beach and sunshine," he replied, his fingers running through your hair.
"It's a date," you said, nuzzling his neck, breathing in his scent.
"A date?" He chuckled, his fingers tickling your sides, you giggled and squirmed away from him. "That's new for us,"
You grinned, looking down at him. "I like the sound of it,"
"As do I," he agreed, his hand stroking your cheek.
"When I first met you, I never would've thought we'd end up here," you mused, running your fingers along his jaw.
"Neither did I," he admitted, his lips turning up into a small smile.
"So, tell me about this beach trip, what would we do?" You asked, wanting to keep him talking, not wanting to leave his side.
"Hmmm," he said, thinking for a moment. "I would find us a quiet little bungalow, right on the water, with a private stretch of sand for us,"
You closed your eyes, listening to the smooth timber of his voice, imagining the soft waves and fresh ocean air.
"And we'd have our meals brought in by servants, we'd lounge on the beach, swim, and make love whenever the mood struck us," he said, his fingers dancing across your back.
"I could live with that," you said, sighing contently, enjoying his warmth.
"I'm glad," he said, leaning down and pressing his lips to yours, a soft, gentle kiss.
You broke the kiss and stared into his dark eyes, his thumb brushing across your bottom lip.
"If anything happens to me I want you to know, I don't regret a single second of it," he said, his voice soft.
"What?" You asked, giving him a worried look.
"You need to know, in case I fail, and my brother ends me before I can end him," he said, his face serious, his eyes clouded with fear.
"Elijah-," you started to protest, but he cut you off.
"Promise me," he said, his voice pleading. "If this ends badly, you will remember rule three,"
"I thought we had given up on the rules," you said, trying not to let him see how afraid you were.
"Not this one," he said, his voice cracking.
"Why? You can't seriously expect me to-"
"Please," he said, his dark eyes locked on yours. "For me,"
You sighed and nodded, leaning into him, his arms wrapping around you.
"Thank you," he whispered, his fingers stroking your back, his lips brushing against your hair.
"Just come back to me," you said, trying not to cry.
"Always,”
The problem, Damon: you talk a good game but you don't actually know anything. She'll never forgive you. And never for a vampire...It's a very long time.
Elijah's words had been echoing around in Damon's head since that morning, the smugness in the older vampire's voice made him want to put his fist through the wall.
He had made a mess of things, but he couldn't admit that to anyone. The feeling he had when he learned that today was the day of the sacrifice, the day that he would lose Elena... He simply couldn't handle it. His desire for action was overwhelming.
He didn't like everything being out of his control, so he did what he had to do. And now his brother and Elena hated him. Elijah being right was the cherry on top of his shit sundae.
In times like this, when he hit rock bottom then fell a little further, he turned to his oldest friend, his closest confidant, his beloved sister.
But you weren't picking up the phone, despite Elijah's assurances you were alive and somewhere safe, it didn't soothe his worries.
So he tried one last time, and this time you actually picked up, and his heart nearly leapt out of his chest when he heard your voice.
"If you are calling to lecture me on love, I will remind you that you are no better," your voice made his throat constrict.
"I know, I'm not," he said, his voice sounding strange to his own ears.
"Are you okay?" You asked, a little softer.
"No," he answered, his voice shaking.
"What happened?" You asked, concern creeping into your tone.
"Everything's gone to hell," he replied, his voice strained. "I gave Elena my blood... Well actually I made her drink my blood,"
"Oh Damon..."
"I had no other choice,"
"She's going to hate you,"
"I know, Elijah told me,"
"Damon... He's right,"
"I know that too,"
There was a silence on the other end of the phone, he could hear you moving around, like you were packing a bag.
"I'm on my way," you said, finally. "Partly to kick your ass, partly to give you a hug,"
"Always the multitasker," he joked, his voice cracking. "But do not come home tonight, I just need to know you are safe,"
"I'll do what I want," you said, and he could almost see the pout on your lips.
He smiled, he had missed your stubbornness, and it was the closest thing to normal he had felt all day. But he couldn't risk you being involved, everyone was already in the crossfire, and the thought of you being added to that mix was too much for him to bear.
"Sister," he said, his voice firm. "Please, please, listen to me, just this once, and stay away,"
You let out a long, irritated sigh, "I'm so bored, and I'm getting hungry,"
"Well then go find someone nice to eat and watch a movie," he suggested, chuckling.
"I can't concentrate, not when everyone I love is in danger," you grumbled.
"Does that love extend to Elijah?" He asked, trying to keep his voice even.
"Yes," you said simply, and his heart ached.
He had known, of course, but hearing you say it aloud made it real.
"Why him? Like seriously..." Damon asked, he was genuinely curious, and he needed something to distract him from the shit show he had gotten himself into. "How did you even meet him?"
"I was hunting," you answered, sounding amused. "He found my methods to be entertaining, and I found him to be a challenge,"
"Did you know who he was? What he planned for Elena?" Damon asked, trying not to sound judgemental.
"Yes, I knew who he was. But we had rules, to keep things from getting complicated," you explained.
"That didn't really work out did it?" He teased, smiling.
"No," you admitted, laughing.
There was a long pause, and he could feel his emotions starting to get the best of him.
"Damon, promise me you won't die for her?" You asked, your voice wavering.
"You know I can't do that," he said, his voice low.
"I know," you whispered. "Just please, try to survive this,"
"I'll do my best," he promised, knowing he couldn't really promise anything.
"I love you big brother," you said, and his eyes started to water. "Tell Stefan I love him too,"
"I will, I love you too," he choked out, and he heard the line go dead.
Damon stared at his phone, the picture of you, him and Stefan was staring back at him, his heart aching.
"I hope I see you tomorrow, little sis,"
The town you were hiding out in was quiet and a little boring, but you didn't mind. It was the first time in a long time you had had a few days to yourself, no drama, no life or death situations. Just perfect mundanity.
You were lounging in a café, enjoying a cup of coffee, and watching the locals, wondering what their lives were like. You envied them, their simplicity, their happiness. You imagined you and Elijah in a little house, in a place like this, with a garden and a view of the ocean.
You were lost in your own world, dreaming about the impossible, when someone cleared their throat. You looked up, a smile playing at your lips. Dinner had just arrived.
He was handsome, with curly hair and blue eyes, he had a sharp wicked glint in his eyes that sent a thrill through you. You always enjoyed a good meal with a bit of bite.
"Mind if I sit?" He asked, grinning.
"Not at all," you purred, gesturing to the chair.
He sat, and ordered a coffee, and he turned his attention back to you.
"I don't mean to be so forward, but you are downright striking," he said, his gaze running over your body.
"Thank you," you said, giving him a flirty smile. "It's a bit of a family trait,"
"Is that so? Mine as well, if you can't tell," he said, smiling.
You laughed, enjoying his company.
"You aren't from around here," he observed, sipping his coffee.
"Neither are you," you said, tilting your head.
"I'm just visiting, on vacation," he replied, grinning.
"Same,"
He was charming, and handsome, and you could feel the hunger starting to rise within you.
"I'm staying at the Inn down the street," he said, giving you a hopeful look.
"I'm staying there as well,"
"Well then, may I escort you home?"
"You may,"
The walk back to the Inn was short, you enjoyed his company, he was easy to talk to, and funny.
"Would you like a nightcap?" He asked, flashing you a crooked smile.
"That would be lovely," you said, grinning.
His hand came to rest on the small of your back, guiding you into the room. You usually enjoyed playing with your food a little before you ate, but you were committed to Elijah now, and you didn't want to stray.
As soon as you entered his room, he pinned you to the wall, moving in to kiss you. You politely dodged by pressing your lips to his neck, breathing him in.
"You are a vision," he said, his hand sliding up your arm, and into your hair.
"Thank you," you murmured, your fangs grazing his skin, his pulse racing beneath your lips.
He moaned, and gripped your waist, pressing his hips against yours. You could feel him, hard against your thigh, and you went to bite down.
Suddenly, he pulled your head back by your hair, hard. With strength you hadn't expected, he forced you back, pushing you hard into the wall, the plaster cracking behind you.
"I see why my brother is so taken," he growled, his eyes darkening.
Your heart dropped into your stomach, "Klaus,"
"The one and only, love," he said, smirking.
You tried to pull away, but his grip on you was too strong.
"Don't worry, love," he purred, his hand stroking your cheek. "I won't hurt you,"
"Fuck you," you said, glaring at him.
He smirked, and kissed you, hard, his teeth cutting into your lips.
"You're a feisty little thing," he said, licking his lips. "Even wilder than your brothers,"
You hissed and tried to struggle, his hands tightening around your arms, digging into your skin. "If you hurt them..."
"Now, now," he said, tutting. "Let's not make threats, especially when you can't back them up,"
You bared your fangs at him, but he only grinned.
"I've been wanting to meet you," he said, his thumb brushing across your cheek. "Elijah's little distraction,"
"I'm more than a distraction," you growled, struggling against his hold.
"Hmmm," he hummed, leaning in and nuzzling your neck. "I know,"
You were too frightened to speak, your whole body trembling.
"It's what I'm counting on dear,"
Klaus had been dragging you through the woods for what felt like hours.
Your fear had turned into anger and you began to try and fight him. It seemed to amuse him for a while, he'd let you run only to catch you with ease.
"Why are you doing this?" You growled, his hand holding your arm tightly, leading you through the trees.
"To be reborn, as I truly am," he said, his expression thoughtful.
You rolled your eyes and let out an annoyed sigh, he was a narcissist, the kind of man who enjoyed the sound of his own voice.
"Do you know how long I've waited for this?" He asked, looking down at you. "One thousand years,"
"I know," you sighed.
"Of course you do," he said, smirking. "Elijah loves to spill his heart out after a good bedding doesn't he?"
You didn't answer him, he was trying to get under your skin, and it was working.
"My brother has always been the strong, self righteous type, with an unbreakable moral code," Klaus chuckled, picking up his pace, dragging you along. "That is... Until he gets his face between a pretty pair of legs,"
"Fuck you," you spat, anger boiling up inside of you.
"You have a smart mouth," he said, his fingers squeezing your arm. "I think I'll like to see how you use it later,"
You freed yourself from his grip and slapped him hard across the face. No man was allowed to speak to you in that way, and you certainly weren't going to tolerate it from this monster.
His expression changed from amusement to anger in the blink of an eye. He slammed you against a nearby tree, the twigs and branches impaling you.
You cried out, blood pouring from the puncture wounds, and he grabbed a fistful of your hair, forcing you to look him in the eye.
"That was very, very stupid,"
His words sent a chill down your spine, and a fresh wave of fear washed over you.
"What's the matter?" He asked, his tone taunting. "No more choice words and acts of violence for me?"
"Don't kill me," you said, tears starting to run down your cheeks.
"I won't," he assured you, his lips brushing against yours. "But I will kill everyone in Mystic Falls if you don't do what I say. If you don't believe me... Just ask sweet little Katerina about it,"
Your blood ran cold, you knew what he was capable of, and you had no choice but to obey him.
Through the trees you could see a circle of fire, and you felt dread sink into the pit of your stomach.
"No," you pleaded, trying to pull away.
"Stop being so dramatic, love," he said, rolling his eyes.
He pulled you into the clearing, throwing you down on the ground next to the three women sitting in their own rings of fire.
You could see Elena, a terrified look on her face, along with her aunt Jenna and a woman you didn't recognize.
"Hello my lovelies," Klaus said, grinning. "Are we all ready?"
He gave you a swift kick, then grabbed you by the hair and pulled you to your feet. "I brought an assistant with me,"
He pushed you forward, leaving you to stand there as he walked to the altar, handing the moonstone to a witch standing nearby.
You looked at Elena and Jenna, they were beyond scared, their eyes full of tears, and you felt your stomach twist, you didn't know how to help them.
The witch had begun to chant, a mixture of Latin and something else, the moonstone began to spark, then it exploded into nothing.
"Bring me the wolf," Klaus demanded, looking at you with a wild, manic look in his eyes.
You shook your head, your whole body trembling, you refused to let him hurt someone else.
"It's either them or the entire town, love. That includes your brothers," he growled, his jaw clenched.
The thought of losing Stefan and Damon made your stomach clench, and tears started to run down your face.
"Bring her. Now," he growled, his tone brokering no argument.
You walked towards the first ring of fire, to the terrified woman who was writhing in pain, her cries echoing through the trees.
The ring disappeared as you approached, and you lifted the girl into your arms. She was whimpering and shaking, the transition having begun.
"I'm so sorry," you whispered, carrying her to the altar.
"Good girl," Klaus hummed, taking the wolf from your arms, and laying her on the stone.
Klaus kneeled over her, looking down at her with an evil grin, his eyes were filled with a mix of desire and madness, and he plunged his hand into her chest, ripping her heart out.
Jenna and Elena screamed, watching Klaus hold up the wolf's heart, his expression triumphant.
"I'll make it quick, I promise," Klaus said, grinning. "They will barely feel a thing,"
You looked over at Elena and Jenna, their screams piercing the air, the witches chanting growing louder.
Elijah was looking up at the night sky, watching the moon slowly make its way across, his thoughts on you. He couldn't stop thinking about your smile, and the way your eyes lit up whenever you saw him.
If tonight went smoothly, he had so many plans with you, the first was taking you to Paris, a city that was sure to dazzle you. After that he would whisk you away to Rome, where you could visit the many art museums and eat all the food you wanted.
He wanted to spoil you, shower you with everything you could ever want, and then some. It had been nearly sixty years of searching for his brother, trying to uncover the rest of his family. He felt like tonight was the first chance he had to truly mourn, then he could finally move on and spend the rest of his time with you.
He had spoken with Stefan earlier, before he left with Bonnie to go stop Klaus. He liked Stefan, he was an honorable man who respected the choices of the ones he loved, even if he didn't agree with them.
Elijah hoped he and Stefan could be friends one day, once everything settled down, he knew that would make you happy. To see peace between him and your brothers. Damon would be a more difficult task, he reminded him of Klaus, cocky and impulsive, and that was a difficult combination.
The waiting was beginning to make him antsy. He had to wait for the right moment to strike, but there were so many factors outside of his control, he didn't like the feeling. He needed to distract himself, keep his mind from wandering too far.
He thought about his siblings, of sweet Rebekah, wild Kol, and serious Finn. What would they think of him killing Klaus? He wished he could have saved them, he wanted so badly to see them again.
He let out a long sigh, steeling himself for what he had to do. Klaus was no longer his brother, he had been twisted into a monster, and he had to be put down.
It was time, he could see the moon hanging high above him, it was time to end this.
You watched Klaus squeeze the wolf's heart over the altar, the blood dripping into the fire, igniting it.
"Next, the vampire," he said, grinning.
You stood, frozen, watching him, as a wave of guilt crashed over you.
"Bring me Jenna, go on,"
You shook your head, tears stinging your eyes.
"No," you said in the smallest voice.
You could hear Jenna and Elena, talking to each other, they were saying their goodbyes and it broke your heart.
Klaus turned, and walked over to you, his eyes were dark and cold, and his jaw was clenched.
"Are you offering yourself in her place then?" He growled, his hand coming up to grab your chin.
You didn't answer him, you were staring over his shoulder at Jenna and Elena.
"I'll take that as a yes,"
You let him drag you to the altar, and push you down onto the cold stone, he forced you to kneel. You didn't fight him, you had lived for many decades longer than sweet Jenna and Elena, the old should always give their lives for the young.
Klaus let out a hearty chuckle and kicked you over, his hand gripping your hair.
"I don't recall you being on the guest list," Klaus yelled, looking into the dark forest.
You heard the sound of footsteps as someone approached, it was Stefan. His expression was calm, but his eyes were furious.
"What can I do for you, Mr. Salvatore?" Klaus asked, amused.
Stefan looked at you, a concerned look on his face.
"Well, I figured you could start by letting my sister go," Stefan said, his voice firm.
"Hmm," Klaus said, looking down at you. "I don't think I will, she's quite the little spitfire, and I rather enjoy her company,"
"Let her go, I'll take her place," Stefan offered, taking a step forward.
"That's quite noble of you," Klaus said, smiling. "But, I think I'd prefer my original plan. I rather appreciate the symmetry of three women...Three goddesses sacrificed at nature's altar."
He grabbed both you and Stefan and dragged you towards the rings of fire. Throwing you both down next to Elena and Jenna.
"Quite the predicament. You know, it's funny, all this talk about preserving family, and here's Stefan, granting your wish," Klaus said to Elena, smiling.
Stefan and Elena were looking at each other, a silent conversation passing between them.
"Oh, don't look so glum," Klaus said, looking between the two. "There's actually no choice,"
Klaus took a stake and plunged it into Stefan's spine, causing him to yell in pain, unable to move.
You and Elena both screamed, you got to your feet to strike Klaus, but he grabbed you by the throat, squeezing hard.
"Let them go," Elena pleaded, tears running down her cheeks. "I understand that I have to die, but they don't,"
Klaus ignored her and looked into your eyes, his hand tightening around your neck.
"Bring Jenna to the altar, or I'll kill Stefan," he growled, his fingers digging into your skin.
You nodded, tears welling in your eyes, you couldn't lose Stefan.
"Please," you whispered, your hands clawing at his.
He let you go, then walked back to the altar.
"Bring her, now," he ordered, pointing at the ring of fire surrounding Jenna.
You stood, walking slowly over to the fire, the ring disappeared and Jenna looked up at you with tear filled eyes. She looked so afraid, so helpless.
"I'm so sorry," you said, your voice breaking, as you helped her to her feet.
You walked her over to the altar, Klaus waiting patiently.
"Jenna, I'm so sorry," you whispered, your hand brushing the hair from her face.
She was sobbing, her body shaking, and you held her close, stroking her hair.
"Please Klaus, just use me instead, she's innocent," you begged, tears running down your face.
"You Salvatore's are so predictable," Klaus sighed, rolling his eyes.
Klaus walked over, and pulled Jenna from your arms, he threw her down onto the altar. Everything seemed to blur, you could hear Elena screaming, the chants of the witch, the cracking of the fire. You saw Stefan reaching out to Elena through the flames, and then, it was quiet.
Klaus plunged a stake into her heart, Elena's wails were all you could hear. Jenna's lifeless body was lying on the altar, her face frozen in fear. You had brought her to her slaughter. You had killed her.
"Such a wonderful assistant," Klaus cooed, he grabbed your chin, his bloody fingers digging into your skin. "Be a good girl and bring me the doppelganger,"
You looked into his cold eyes, his mouth twisted into a smirk.
"Now," he growled.
You nodded, then walked over to Elena, tears were running down her cheeks, but she put on a brave face as the last ring of fire disappeared.
"Elena," you whispered, tears welling in your eyes, your whole body was shaking. "I'm so, so sorry,"
"Don't," she said, her voice shaky. "It's not your fault. It's nice to have a friend here at the end,"
She held your hand as you helped her walk over to Klaus. You looked at Stefan, he was struggling to free himself, his eyes filled with worry.
"Elena," Stefan called, his voice breaking.
"It's okay, Stefan," she said, her grip on your hand tightening. "I'm ready,"
You helped her up onto the altar, and Klaus looked down at her with hungry eyes.
"Thank you Elena," he said softly, pulling her against him and moving her hair away from her neck.
"Go to hell," she said, her voice strong.
He chuckled and sank his fangs into her neck.
Elena didn't fight, she let death take her, her grip loosening on your hand, as her last breath left her.
You were shaking, the sound of Klaus drinking from her filling the silence. You had lost two friends today, and the world was suddenly a lot emptier.
When the last bit of blood left her body, Klaus dropped her to the ground and the fire in the altar went out.
You knelt next to her, brushing her hair away from her face, then you looked back at Stefan who was writhing in pain, crying at the loss of Elena.
Klaus staggered a bit, the full moon peeking out from the trees. He groaned, and started to change, his bones cracking as he stumbled forward, his expression a mask of pure bliss.
"It's happening," he moaned, his eyes turned gold, and he was overcome with pleasure. "I can feel it,"
You couldn't stand this any long, all this pain and death. You needed it to end.
You moved down the steps towards him, grabbing a branch off a nearby tree, snapping it in half.
"Come on, sweetheart," he taunted, turning to look at you, his eyes shining. "I'm indestructible,"
"I don't care," you snarled, lunging for him. "You still feel pain,"
You charged at him, striking him across the face, your rage blinding you, making you miss his fist, as it collided with your stomach.
The blow threw you across the clearing, and you landed on your back, the air leaving your lungs, the branch now lodged in your side.
You saw Damon come running out of the woods, he first looked to Elena, then to Stefan, but when he laid eyes on you, he ran to your side.
"No, no, no, no," he said, his eyes filled with panic, he pulled the wood from your side. "You're not supposed to be here,"
You could hear the concern in his voice, and you smiled up at him, cupping his face. He helped you to your feet, your wounds healing, then he pushed you behind him.
"Damon," you said softly, trying to stop him.
"Bonnie is here, it's okay, let me handle this," he said, his tone stern.
Klaus was standing there, laughing maniacally, a mad grin on his face, then his body began to shake and he fell to the ground.
Suddenly his laughter turned to screams, as Bonnie came striding out of the trees, chanting a spell, she raised her hand, causing Klaus to scream in agony. The fire returned to the altar and spread into the trees, her magic all around them as she channeled every ounce of power she possessed, bringing the hybrid to his knees.
Then she choked on her words, gasping for air, looking around for the source.
"Get the witch!" Stefan yelled, pointing to Klaus' witch, still standing at the altar, her hand outstretched.
Bonnie raised her hands, trying to focus her power, but she was struggling, and you could see the strain on her face.
The witch threw Bonnie into the air, knocking her out, her body hitting the ground.
Damon ran for the witch, and tackled her, his teeth sinking into her neck. He killed her instantly, her body going limp in his arms.
The fire disappeared, the flames extinguishing, the magic disappearing. A deadly quiet settling over everything.
Suddenly, you felt a hand in your hair, dragging you backwards, the pain making you scream.
"Elijah!" Klaus roared into the woods, "I know you are out there, show yourself!"
You saw Elijah walk out of the trees, and into the clearing, his expression unreadable, but his eyes were locked on yours.
Klaus's fingers dug into your scalp, and he pulled harder, forcing you to your knees between them.
"What a sight," Klaus mocked, grinning at Elijah.
"Hello, brother," Elijah said, his eyes still locked on yours.
"You've come to kill me?" Klaus said, chuckling. "How is that working out for you?"
He pulled you back to your feet, your whole body trembling.
"Actually, I've come to make you an offer," Elijah said, taking a step closer, his hands clasped behind his back.
"Oh," Klaus said, amused. "An offer, I wonder what that might be,"
"Spare them, and I will pledge my loyalty to you," Elijah said, his voice soft, his eyes never leaving yours.
"You're lying," Klaus growled, his hand wrapping around your throat, his fangs grazing your skin. "You're only offering yourself, so I won't kill her. That's not true loyalty,"
You saw Damon lift Elena's body into his arms, carrying her to Stefan. Then he pulled the stake out of Stefan's back, allowing him to move again.
"Elijah," Stefan called, his voice shaky. "You need to finish this,"
"I can't," he said, shaking his head. "Klaus will kill her,"
Damon rushed to Bonnie's side, trying to wake her up, and Klaus laughed, his lips pressed against your ear.
"Run to your love, if you make it I'll let you live," he whispered, shoving you forward.
You stumbled, your legs barely able to support you, then you started running towards Elijah, tears streaming down your face.
You made it to him, and his arms wrapped around you, holding you tight, he was murmuring soft words into your ear, his breath tickling your skin. And you finally felt safe again.
"Are you okay?" He asked, pulling away to look at you, his fingers brushing the hair from your face.
"Yes," you said softly, your hand gripping his jacket.
You were staring up at him, his brown eyes were warm and full of worry, and you had forgotten how much you missed him.
"Good," he murmured, pressing his forehead against yours.
Your lips met his at the same time you felt something strange in your back. An odd pressure that made you gasp into his mouth.
You pulled away from Elijah, there was a strange look on his face, his mouth falling open, and he looked down at you, a look of pure terror in his eyes.
For the first time in centuries, you felt cold, the world was spinning around you. You knew what was happening,
Your hand pressed against his chest, you could feel his heart beating against your palm. You looked up into his brown eyes one last time.
"Rule three, my love," you whispered, before your life faded away, and your body fell against him.
Elijah looked down at you, your skin rapidly turning gray, your eyes vacant. Then he looked up at Klaus, who held your heart in his hands.
"This is for betraying me," Klaus said, dropping the organ at his feet, the blood running down the stone steps.
Elijah stood there, his arms wrapped around your lifeless body, his whole world was crumbling.
He could hear Stefan and Damon screaming, but it sounded far away, the own beating of his heart drowning out the rest.
Klaus grabbed Elijah by the neck, forcing him to drop your body, and shoved him to the ground.
"Look at her, the way she's staring up at the stars, it's quite beautiful, isn't it?" Klaus mocked, as Elijah watched you, lifeless on the cold stone. "And it's all because of you,"
Elijah looked away, a tear falling down his cheek, his brother's words cutting into him.
"You're pathetic," Klaus hissed, his hands gripping Elijah's jacket, your blood staining the fabric. "To think you could beat me,"
Elijah closed his eyes, trying to block out his brother's words, but it was no use, his mind was replaying every moment with you. Knowing he would never taste your lips again, or hear your laugh. You would never fall asleep in his arms.
He looked over at Damon, who had rushed to your body. He was holding you, rocking you back and forth in his arms, with Stefan by his side, his face stained with tears, a look of anguish on his face.
Elijah's world was fading away, as he was overcome with rage and anguish, a darkness consuming him, and Klaus just kept talking, his voice becoming more and more distant.
Then something within him snapped, a creature that was lurking underneath his skin came bursting through, a monster taking the place of the gentleman.
He turned his attention back to his brother, and Klaus froze, the fear clear in his eyes.
Damon watched as Elijah pushed Klaus backwards, causing him to fly across the clearing, skidding along the dirt, landing a few feet away.
Elijah walked in a slow, deliberate pace towards Klaus , his expression devoid of any emotion.
"You're right, Klaus," Elijah said, a cold smile spreading across his face. "We are not the same,"
Klaus tried to stand, but Elijah shoved him back down, he grabbed Klaus leg and twisted it until it snapped. Klaus howled in agony, and Elijah smiled, twisting the other leg, and his brother's screams were echoing through the night.
"You want to be a beast?" Elijah growled, pulling Klaus into the air by his neck, his hands wrapped around his throat. "Let me help you,"
Damon felt a gentle hand on his shoulder, and Bonnie was standing there, her eyes full of sorrow.
"Damon," she whispered, tears running down her face.
"Go, help Elijah," he said, his voice hollow. "I'll stay here with her,"
Bonnie nodded, she stood up, her body trembling. Stefan jumped to his feet to help her stay upright, and she began to chant once more.
The altar burst into flames for a third time, illuminating Klaus and Elijah in a ring of fire as they struggled against each other.
"What is this?" Klaus yelled, pushing Elijah away, trying to fight the pain. "What have you done?"
"Something that should have been done centuries ago," Elijah growled, rushing towards his brother, knocking him down, pinning him to the dirt, his hand raised.
"In the name of our family, Niklaus...," Elijah said, plunging his hand into his brother's chest, curing his fingers around Klaus's heart. "In the name of her..."
"I didn't bury them at sea!" Klaus yelled, his hand trying to pry Elijah's away. "They are safe, I swear,"
Elijah looked at him, a flicker of hope in his eyes.
"I can take you to them," Klaus pleaded, his hands gripping Elijah's wrist. “Their bodies are safe. If you kill me, you'll never find them,”
"Elijah, don't listen to him," Stefan yelled, walking towards them.
"Brother, please," Klaus begged. "She wouldn't want this, please,"
Your beautiful face flashed through Elijah's mind, and he looked back at Damon, who was kneeling there, tears in his eyes, clutching your body.
"You're wrong, Klaus," Elijah growled, his hand squeezing the organ in his grip. "She would want this,"
Then he tore Klaus's heart from his chest, and watched the life fade from his brother's eyes.
Klaus's body dropped to the ground, his heart still beating in Elijah's hand, and the flames died down, leaving the clearing in silence.
Bonnie walked up to him, looking down at the flames.
"Good," She said, her voice hoarse.
Elijah looked back at Stefan and Damon, they were kneeling next to your body, Stefan's hand caressing your cheek.
Elijah rushed over to you, looking down at your peaceful face, you almost looked like you were sleeping.
Elijah brushed the hair from your face, his hands were shaking. He couldn't understand how something so beautiful could be snuffed out so easily.
"Don't touch her," Damon said, pulling you away from Elijah.
"You did this," Damon snapped, glaring at Elijah. "It's your fault she's dead,"
Elijah nodded and stepped away, Damon was right, it was his fault.
"Damon," Stefan said, reaching for his brother.
"No, he has to answer for this," Damon said, getting to his feet, your body in his arms.
"It's over Damon," Bonnie said softly, looking up at him. "It's over,"
Damon looked down at you, and tears started to stream down his cheeks. He was shaking, and Stefan reached for him, the two of them clinging to each other, your body between them.
"I think it's best you leave," Bonnie said, her eyes filled with sadness. "Please, go,"
Elijah nodded, his heart breaking as he looked down at your lifeless form, knowing this was his fault.
"Where will you go?" Stefan asked, as he wiped his eyes.
"I need to find my siblings," he said softly, looking away from the sight. "With Klaus dead, everyone he compelled will be free, I'll follow the clues they left behind,"
He looked back at you, and his heart shattered.
"Will you be okay?" Stefan asked, his hand on Elijah's shoulder.
"One day," he replied, turning to look at him, a small smile on his face.
"Thank you," Stefan said softly.
Elijah gave them a small nod, then disappeared into the trees, heading far away from Mystic Falls. His heart forever bound to yours.
~Epilogue
Time changes all things, this was something Damon had the basics of understanding, but nothing could prepare him for how it would affect him when he became human again.
He was an old man, something he never expected to experience, and yet there he was.
"Are you ready?" Elena asked, her hand on his arm.
"Always," he answered, his voice weak, but his smile was genuine.
She leaned in and kissed his cheek, her eyes still as bright and beautiful as the day he met her.
The walk to the Salvatore family crypt was slow, and the pain in his joints was unbearable. He hated getting old.
They entered the stone building, and Damon let go of Elena's arm, making his way over to your stone. He placed his hand on it, the smoothness soothing his calloused hand.
"Hi sis," he said, smiling down at the stone. "It's been a while, i've been so busy,"
He took a seat in the chair next to your grave, he had brought it decades ago. He was a man who liked his comfort, and he spent hours talking to you, catching you up on everything that had happened since the last time he was there.
"I have grandkids now! Can you believe it? They are the cutest, I even named a boy after you, well, the closest we could come, but, yeah," he said, a wide grin on his face.
Damon looked over at Elena, who was laying flowers at Stefan's grave. She was the only one left, and he was so grateful for her.
"I miss you and Stefan so much," Damon said softly. "But it won't be long now until I see you again,"
There was an awkward cough and Damon looked up to see a delivery boy standing in the doorway, looking uncomfortable.
"I have a delivery for Miss Y/n Salvatore," he said, walking up to him, a bouquet of flowers in his hand.
"She's not exactly up for company," Damon said with a chuckle, gesturing to your stone.
"I know, this actually isn't my first time doing this," he said, a smile spreading across his face. "Actually, the guy who use to deliver along this route said that he's been delivering here once a week for his entire fourty year career,"
Damon stood up slowly, his bones protesting the movement. He held his hand out and the boy handed him the flowers.
"Thanks, kid," Damon said, sitting back down, there was a note tucked in with the flowers.
The boy gave him a little wave before disappearing.
Elena came to sit next to him, her hand on his knee, she gave him a sad smile. "What does it say?"
Damon pulled out his glasses, and read it out loud, a tear rolling down his cheek.
For a thousand years, I had never known love, until you, and for a thousand more, I will wait for you.
-Elijah
Rule one: When we are together, it will just be us, no one will know.
Rule two: No talk of business or family, don't get personal.
Rule three: When it's over, it's over.
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Authors note: this is part 5.2 because the original whole part 5 was too big to post here’s a second post 💔
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Kai Smith x reader (5.2)
The following morning, the monastery was calm again. You were sitting by the courtyard, enjoying a cup of tea, when Kai suddenly walked over with that familiar confident smirk. “Hey, y/n,” he started, voice casual but a little too smooth, “how about we go on a date together? What do you say?” Everyone nearby turned to look Jay nearly dropped his cup, Cole grinned, and Nya raised an eyebrow with a knowing look. You blinked, caught off guard, staring at Kai until the silence turned awkward. He scratched the back of his neck, his confidence faltering. “Uhh… is that a yes or a no?” You couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head slightly before smiling. “Yes, I’d like to do that.” Kai’s grin returned instantly, wider than ever, while the others broke into teasing cheers. You could feel your cheeks heat up.The next day came faster than you expected. You’d said yes to Kai without really thinking, and now you were pacing your room, second-guessing every outfit you owned. Nya had been teasing you all morning. “Relax,” she said with a smirk, leaning on your doorframe. “It’s just Kai. You’ve known him for years.” You glared at her reflection in the mirror. “Exactly. That’s why it’s weird! He’s your brother!” She just laughed. “Yeah, but he’s finally doing something about that crush he’s been pretending not to have since forever. Now hurry up, or he’ll think you ditched him.”When you finally stepped outside, Kai was waiting near the monastery steps, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. He’d actually dressed up well, as much as Kai ever did. No armor, no headband, just a red shirt and his usual confidence. When he saw you, his smirk softened into something almost shy. “Wow. You look…” He paused, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, you look really good.” You laughed lightly, feeling your face warm up. “Thanks. You clean up pretty well yourself.”You both decided to go into Ninjago City for the afternoon. The streets were bustling, neon signs glowing above as vendors sold dumplings, trinkets, and little dragon charms. Kai bought you both street food, jokingly trying to flip a skewer like his sword and nearly dropping it. You couldn’t stop laughing. “You’re hopeless,” you said between giggles. He grinned. “Hey, at least I’m entertaining.”After a while, the two of you wandered into the quieter parts of the city, near the rooftops where you could see the skyline and the glimmering sea beyond. The sunset cast the sky in shades of orange and red, and for a moment, neither of you said anything. Kai glanced sideways at you. “You know,” he started, softer now, “when Morro possessed Lloyd, I really thought I was gonna lose everyone. You, too.”You looked at him, surprised. “Me?”He nodded, gaze fixed on the horizon. “Yeah. You might not have powers, but you still ran into danger to help us. That’s… kind of reckless.” He chuckled under his breath. “But also kind of amazing.”You smiled, nudging his shoulder. “Guess I learned it from you.”Kai turned to face you, eyes glinting in the fading light. For a second, the confident fire ninja looked almost nervous. “Y/n… I meant what I said yesterday. About wanting to go out with you. I like you.”You blinked, your heart skipping. “Since when?”He shrugged with a sheepish grin. “Since forever. I just never had the guts to say it.”You didn’t answer at first, just looked out at the sunset, trying to stop your smile from growing too much. “Good thing you finally did.”He laughed quietly, then reached out to take your hand. His touch was warm of course it was but gentle. The noise of the city below faded into the background as the two of you stood there, watching the last light of day fade away.When he finally spoke again, his tone was playful again, that spark back in his voice. “So, second date tomorrow?”You rolled your eyes, grinning. “You’re getting ahead of yourself, Kai.”
“Yeah, but that wasn’t a no.”And you both walked back toward the monastery, hand in hand.
Authors note: I lowky realised that I wanted to keep this ff sooo canon(this one’s based off of s5) that the fluff between reader x Kai barely came in so this one is kinda long😓
Kai Smith x reader (5)
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After the battle with Chen, life had finally settled down. The ninja were running Sensei Wu’s new tea shop, Steeper Wisdom, and for once, everything felt calm. You were still working part-time at the pharmacy, helping Wu with herbs and remedies on the side. Things were peaceful until that day. Lloyd had gone to investigate a break-in at the museum. He’d said it was nothing serious, but something in his voice had worried you. A few hours later, you were heading to the tea shop when you saw him walking down the street. You smiled and waved, jogging up. “Hey, Lloyd! What’s with the costume? Some kind of mission thing?” He didn’t answer his eyes glowed faintly green, his expression blank. Before you could speak again, a gust of wind slammed into you, throwing you backward into the wall of the tea shop. The impact knocked the breath out of you. The door burst open and the ninja ran outside. Kai caught sight of you struggling to stand, then looked up at “Lloyd.” Sensei Wu’s voice was tense: “That’s not Lloyd… that’s Morro, my former student. He’s possessed him.” Before they could react, Morro summoned a storm that ripped through the street. The ninja rushed to their airship, pulling you aboard. But Morro was relentless the winds tore through the engines, and the airship went down in a crash, deep in a jungle outside the city. When you woke, the airship was wrecked, and everyone was scattered. Misako’s transmission said she’d find a way to reach you, so the group built camp for the night. You could tell Kai was blaming himself for not protecting Lloyd. You wanted to say something, but the exhaustion hit hard, and you fell asleep under the broken sails of the airship. By morning, Wu had a plan. “Morro seeks the Tomb of the First Spinjitzu Master,” he said gravely. “We must find it before he does.” He told the others to move fast, but asked you and Nya to stay behind for safety. Nya crossed her arms. “I’m done staying behind.” Wu hesitated, then said quietly, “Your mother was the Elemental Master of Water… and so are you, Nya. The time has come for you to begin training.” You both froze. Nya’s eyes widened before she fainted on the spot. You caught her quickly, lowering her to the ground. “Okay… maybe that was too much for one morning,” you muttered. Wu simply nodded. “Take her inside. I will begin her training when she’s ready.” You helped Misako clean up the tea shop while Wu began teaching Nya to control her water powers. A few days later, the ninja returned with an artifact called the Sword of Sanctuary, said to show the future of any opponent in battle. But before long, Ronin ever the opportunist stole it for Morro. While everyone argued about where Morro might go next, you noticed a familiar symbol on a map projection. You froze. That same spiral mark your father’s research had it. You ran to your room and grabbed his old notebook, covered in dust. Inside were sketches of ancient ruins… and one labeled “Tomb of the First Spinjitzu Master.” You rushed back and handed the journal to Wu. “Wait look at this. My dad drew this symbol. I think he found something about the tomb’s location.” Wu’s eyes widened. “Your father was studying the First Spinjitzu Master?” You nodded slowly. “He was a Doctor but used to study archeology as a hobby before he passed. I never understood half of what he wrote, but… this matches.” Cole blinked. “You had that the whole time?” “I didn’t know what it was!” you shot back, a little defensive. Wu raised a hand. “Enough. This could lead us to Morro. Every moment counts.” He turned to the others. “Prepare to move. We’ll find the tomb before he does.” Kai gave your shoulder a quick, reassuring squeeze before following the team out.You watched them take off, heart heavy. After defeating Morro and sealing the Cursed Realm once and for all, Nya had learned to control her powers better.
