#amarathecursed

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"I can’t stand to look at you."

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                 ❝Not dead yet, Amara?❞

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Your muse has caught a cold, and mine has to tend yours back to full health.

                    Not that it was slightly awkward for him. It was, however, a huge nasty and for sure not pleasing bombshell for him to handle. Where he could had started with it? Amara was the girl that looked exactly like two of his ex-girlfriends and yet       like if that wasn’t much enough        they really did make it to be him to take care of the girl right now, when she was a weak human that caught a cold. Founding a comfortable seat next to the bed Amara lied in, he closed his eyes for a few minutes, enjoying the silence.

                                But then, he heard girl’s cough. It wasn’t really pleasing for a vampire as he was able to hear it twice as loud as it was in reality. However, even an oridnary human could had admitted she wasn’t the best specimen of a healthy person. ❝You alright?❞ Stefan asked, looking towards her with one of his eyes opened. His brows frowned, his face still same, cold and emotionless. Even though he was about to play a babysitter with her (despite the fact she seemed like she really did need one), the vampire didn’t even feel like involving the role of a good, gentle man in it.

            Amara didn’t answer, she only nodded. Maybe she still hasn’t realised how to speak properly yet, the thought escaped through his mind and when the brunette lied down he smiled in a sarcastic way for a second just to close his eyes and fall into his thoughts again.

[bourbonandheels]

☠

The wailing from the basement had started to give Katherine a headache despite trying to numb her mind with alcohol, and it only grew louder and more annoying as the tipsy doppelganger carefully made her way downstairs, step by step by step. 

She peeked through the steel bars at Amara, tied up to avoid killing herself. It was a curious circumstance. Both of them we doppelgangers, humans, but the main difference laid in the fact that the elder wanted to take her own life with almost everyone trying to prevent that, whereas with the younger had to fight with all her might to survive another day. 

“Ugh, shut up.” She groaned. “Don’t you ever just stop whining?” Katherine had been so bored lately she unlocked the door to the fearful doe eyes and whimpering of her ancestor. 

Leaving the Boarding House in her care had been a huge mistake. Katherine strode over to Amara with an intimidating cant of her head, judgement heavy in her eyes for the sole purpose of making the innocent woman squirm. Katherine enjoyed having an effect on people and testing how far that could be pushed. 

She bent at the knees to get in Amara’s personal space, trailing her free fingers over the ropes that bound her hands together in consideration of whether or not she would unbind hem. Amara kept staring at her in fear of the unknown, but a familiar pull of her lips spoke of her defiant Petrova Fire if something went amiss. 

That made Katherine smile a little bit, and then a little more at the splash of confusion on Amara’s face. “Don’t worry, kitten. We’re going to have a little fun. I bet you’ve never had bourbon before.” She shook the quarter-empty bottle in the air with a full fledged grin. 

“There’s so much more to life than… being a block of cargo.” She hummed while easily opening the bottle, ignoring any and all protest from the so-called Anchor. “Look, before you off yourself don’t you waste a taste of the modern world?" 

She didn’t untie Amara until she got her elder to agree to have a drink with her, which didn’t take long. There was a high degree of satisfaction in being the one to corrupt this little lamb, and that was something else she found she wanted to push.

Half a bottle of booze later and she had gotten Amara to laugh, and the genuinely pure nature she possessed was foreign and ever so tempting to ruin. ”Hm,” Katherine licked her lips and appraised her drunken counterpart. Amara’s tolerance was even more gloriously nonexistent than her own. 

No doubt she would be alarmed by sudden movements, so the notorious seductress tenderly thumbed a drop of bourbon off her chin and flicked her eyes from their reflections to her lips as she leaned in. Her tongue darted out to lick the alcohol off Amara’s bottom lip, earning an encouraging, amusing shiver. Katherine smiled paused for a moment to tease her with the wait, making the skin under the sensual touch of her fingers tingle as they brushed up into her partially tangled hair. Knowing she had captured Amara’s attention, the vixen ran her tongue over her lips again before claiming them completely with her own. Kissing a woman was always so different than kissing a man, and Amara was no exception. She was impossibly soft and fragile, impressionable like a child. Katherine’s hand twisted in her hair to give her a tiny bit of pain as well as assert her dominance with a harsh suck on her lips, but Amara didn’t seem to mind at all; in fact, when she added her tongue to the mix, her mouth opened just too easily. 

Katherine pulled out of the kiss with a sudden peck and mischievous grin. Amara stuttered out a confused protest to which Katherine merely shrugged and winked. “I only said we’d have a little fun.” She leaned in the give her a long goodbye kiss, wrapping the rope around her wrists to the captive’s horror. “Can’t let the boys know I was here, kitten.” She murmured, slinking off the bench. She stopped at the door and smirk back at the elder. “But don’t worry… I’ll be back.” Katherine closed the door definitively and went back to the comfort of upstairs, swinging the empty bottle in hand.

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5. Your muse has caught a cold, and mine has to tend yours back to full health.

Stefan was taking care of Amara for the week. After they’d barely saved her from death a few days before, promising her that she wasn’t the anchor and that she was free of the burden and Tessa, she’d agreed to try out life as a human in this day and age.

But almost as soon as they were getting her up to speed on how to navigate her way around life as a human, the 2000-year old had caught a cold. Considering that she was the cure and was even frailer now with it running through her veins, it was a lot easier for her to catch a sickness, especially in the winter.

She’d been tentative about letting Stefan take care of her at first because of his striking resemblance to Silas, but after a lot of coaxing she’d finally agreed to it. He’d played some Christmas music, watching the snow outside for a moment before she’d requested something to drink.

He made her some hot chocolate, the doppelganger quickly taking to it and drinking a whole cup, asking for as much as she could. Stefan got her a bigger mug and let her drink as much as she wanted from there.

They’d talked a lot actually; it was more of her asking Stefan questions about himself and the era they were in now. Stefan answered them all honestly and truthfully, thinking that it was the least Amara deserved after 2000 years of solitary confinement.

After a while Amara began to doze, her eyelids fluttering shut. He smiled, content with seeing her at peace for once and not all jittery and scared. Stefan kissed her forehead gently before sitting back on the couch, letting her legs prop up on his lap. 

"Sleep well, Amara," he whispered softly, watching as she drifted into her subconscious and fell asleep peacefully.