"Do you have a blood demon at home with your child? This is a courtesy call. Blood demons are notorious for well... let's just say... making heads roll. And they have favorites.
Look, your little one is in danger. I will not call your number again, dear. Best of luck to you.
And... I'm sorry for what comes next.
It was never personal."
End of private voicemail to Mari's phone, the voice was southern. Sweet. Almost maternal, but also it sounded like she was being forced at gunpoint to say it, breathing like she's wounded.
Riley is asleep, his migraines have bed ridden him recently, but he's remembering more.
Mari ground her teeth, resisting the urge to throw her phone. Who was this? Gabe had oodles of orders about Jameson. In fact, very few people should know about Gabe, period. Shifting to sit up fully in bed, Mari squinted at the screen and dug through her recent calls to dial the number back.
Nothing personal, her ass. Mari was about to make it personal. Tapping around on her nightstand for her reading glasses, she waited for somebody to answer or voicemail to kick in.
Riley sits at breakfast, holding Jameson but looks completely zoned out for a minute. Frows borrowed like he is, at the same time, extremely focused. Blinking, eyes moving now and then, processing.
He could feel intense energy. He scratches an itchy spot on his back and winces, instinctively craning and turning himself half backwards to see if there is a wound there. There is. He reaches to see if it is bleeding, it is (again) now that he scratched it.
"What the fuck?" He whispers, he wipes the blood on his black jean pants. He looks at Mari and stands up, hurrying over. He has Jameson in his arm. Held to his side.
"I've got a scratch." He says quietly, but a bit intensely like this is serious news. There is a dark damp spot on his black shirt on the side.
THIS BABY IS ONE OF NATURE'S LOOPHOLES . . . Hope had changed into an outfit that Lizzie ( @bloodsoakedfangs ) had picked out for her. Looking in the mirror, Hope's lip turns up into disgust for a moment as she twirls to get a better view of the back and sides. ❝Lizzie, are you sure that this is the one you like?❞ Hope asks from inside of the dressing room. ❝It makes me look like a preppy girl.❞
London was currently the home to Rebekah and Hope and luckily Davina and Kol lived right next door and Freya was also near them as well. The family decided to stay together ever since the ressurection ritual to bring back Niklaus, Elijah, and Hayley was done. They resided in a nice home in the country side of London happy to have left New Orleans, and for once there was peace, but she knew it would be short lived if someone were to find out where they were. Hope was now a university student, and doing great in her studies to be a lawyer for the family, but Hope choose not to live in the dorm after what happened to her Aunt Bekah wanting to help her. Knowing the ritual did cost her aunt something precious, and that was her vision so if enemies decided to find them without her father and mother they would be dead.
Freya currently left to try and find a way to fix what happened to Rebekah, but knew it would not be easy as Hope knew Bekah would do anything to bring her brothers back, but she knew if her father knew what Rebekah did he would not be happy but even furious, and she could use a good scolding. Hope smiled arriving home setting her bag down not seeing her Aunt Bekah inside. She went out back seeing her Aunt sitting on her custom swing drinking tea looking out into the beautiful scene where they lived. Rebekah heard footsteps as she slowly placed her tea down not turning to Hope, but her voice spoke out. "Hope how was school love? Did you learn anything good" Hope smiled running over to her Aunt kneeling down in front of her Aunt taking Rebekah's hands in her own. "It's great how are you doing Aunt Bekah? You shouldn't be out here it is a bit chilly isn't it"
Rebekah chuckled a bit she was proud of Hope, and knew her parents would be proud as well, she only prayed the ritual worked and Nik would be coming back to Hope. She wanted to reunite with Hayley, Klaus, and Elijah, but Hope right now was her priority. "Aunt Bekah let me get you a blanket" She said petting the service dog next to Rebekah before getting a blanket and laying it across her Aunt Bex lap. "You should go inside"
After checking into the cheapest motel she could find, Buffy found herself at a bar called Rouseau's. She was told that vampires and witches were very open about who and what they were, so she was better off starting somewhere in town. Right now, she was nursing a drink, staring at the reflection of the couple sitting behind her in the mirror behind the bar and nursing a drink. She was sure the guy was a vampire. She was just waiting for them to leave. As if they could read her mind, they stood up and left the bar. Buffy waited for a moment, threw her drink back, told the bartender she'd be back, and then went outside. She heard the woman crying, begging for her life in the alley next to the bar. Vampires were so predictable. As expected, the vampire already had the poor up against the wall and feeding from her while she struggled to get away.
"I know it's none of my business," Buffy said, approaching the couple. "But, I'm pretty sure she's not interested. You're coming off kind of clingy." The vampire growled and turned towards her. "I'll get to you in a minute, sweetheart," he sneered. He went back to feeding on the woman. Buffy quickly walked towards the couple, grabbed the vampire by the shoulders, and threw him in the opposite direction. He bounced off the wall and hit the ground hard. "A slayer?" he groaned in pain. "But, there hasn't been a slayer in New Orleans for a century."
"Really? I'm bringing back a retro trend? Awesome!" Buffy said jokingly, approaching the vampire. He stood up and charged at her. She already had her stake ready and sucker-punched, well sucker-staked, the vampire. "Or just come at me like a freight train, that always works," she said. The vampire exploded into dust and Buffy immediately ran over to the woman. "Are you alright?" she asked. "H-his face.....and he bit me," the woman was in shock. "Bath salts," Buffy lied. "People still do it. Do you need help?" The woman checked her neck. "No, I'm fine," the woman answered her tearfully. "Thank you so much!" Buffy stood up. "Don't worry about it," she said. "It's what I do." She suddenly felt like someone had been watching her this whole time, but she shrugged it off and started walking towards the door. "But, you're just a girl!" the woman called out to her. Buffy looked back at the woman with a small smile. "That's what I keep saying," she said.
She stopped by the hallway mirror and fixed her hair and clothes and then sat back down at her seat at the bar, smiling at the bar tender. She suddenly felt like someone was watching her again, but she couldn't tell for sure. She fixed her eyes back on the bar mirror. The night was far from over.
❝ four. ❞ her final answer is delivered after careful consideration, jaw resting on her fist, eyes narrowed towards the guy seated across from them. damon is behind the bar, pouring them both another drink. the rest of the place has long since cleared out ( which is a shame, she thinks, because the live band didn’t actually suck that much ). but people tend to vacate the premise when blood starts spilling, so she can’t really fault them. regardless, that leaves them to play one of her least favorite games. guess how many fingers their new friend can stand being broken before he starts crying. ❝ four. ❞ she’s more certain now. as much as this guy is clinging to the tough-guy act, he’s practically shaking. it’s been forty-seven days since stefan died. forty-five since they buried nothing. and forty-four since they turned it off. since then, time has slipped into a blissfully numb period of drinking, driving, arguing, and caroline’s newest game of singling out creepy guys in bars who think it’s fine to crowd girls who aren’t interested. the irony isn’t lost on her, even as she takes the drink that damon slides towards her. ❝ i bet he’ll ask for his mom. they always ask for their moms --- what is that? ❞ / @bloodsoakedfangs + plotted things , part ii !
It is times like this that she wants to strangle the hybrid. He who finds pleasure whenever he damn well pleases while she gets to sit and listen. She is pretty sure he even brings them CLOSER to her room just to torture her. Tonight is different, there isn’t some half-naked witch running around giving into his every need. She knows he has been finding time to be in his studio painting which is across the hall from her bedroom at the moment. Lubricated fingers (might have stolen it from Klaus’s dresser a few hours ago) brush over her folds, legs spread and bent so that she was in a comfortable position leaning up against some pillows. It starts off as just teasing lightly, trying to see what feels good to her now that things were changing. From just light feathery touches to rubbing circles on her sensitive nub, sometimes stopping to apply more lubricate to her fingers before diving back in. Hayley lets her eyes flutter shut as she slips a finger into her dripping wet pussy. Soft pants soon start to follow, adding a second finger and trying to pretend it wasn’t her own that it was his. His name easily falls from parted lips as she works herself over. Right when she is on the edge of falling into the bliss that the door opens and the strong scent of a wolf mixed with vampire fills her nose. Fingers stopping in their tracks, her peak moment of teasing the tip peaks of bliss gone. Eyes snapping open and she is letting out a growl. Pregnant and not in the mood for whatever this game is. ❝𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐊𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐬.❞ He hates her for bring him nothing but a mess, for following pregnant with his child. He wanted her dead at one point even ans now he is standing there while she is trying to release some tension, the full moon was in only a few hours when it will be at its apex and she just wants a release. @bloodsoakedfangs // Season 1 Klayley what if things had gone differently???
𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝. The moment the tribrid crosses into the courtyard, she is greeted by several hybrids, which brings a smile to her face because she doesn’t fear death. Eyes shine golden, signaling that she triggered her curse and she is throwing the lot of them against the wall with her magic. Dramatic, ruthless and when she holds her hands up in a challenge, just like her father. Her mother died three years ago when she was fifteen because some hunter had found them and Hayley had protected her daughter from a hail of wooden bullets. Hope killed the hunter and then his human family which triggered the curse. She ended up finding a camp of wolves that let her stay with them in exchange for moonlight rings that they heard about and someone had managed to steal a spell for. Hope lived with them and went to school, where she met Landon and well, now she is here kicking ass. ❝Where is Klaus Mikaelson?❞
A simple question, blue eyes now looking around the room to find the man she had sought out. Blood calling blood, a spell using her blood to find her father. The watch that she was using spings around and she turns to see a man. ❝I’m Hope. Hope Marshall.❞ She might not be able to get any more words out, she knows he could kill her in a blink of an eye but she already knew she would come back to life. @bloodsoakedfangs
