Rules: Answer all 21 questions, let the one who tagged you know you answered and then tag your writing pals!
I was tagged by: the lovely @omgopalsapphire! Thanks lovely! Sorry it took a million years for me to get around to doing this!
The Works:
1. Which is the imagine you’re most proud of?
Too Good At Goodbyes, even though it’s not finished yet. It’s the one I always go back to thinking about, and can really expand upon.
2. Which is your least favourite?
Probably this one with Klaus and Tyler. I heartily dislike Tyler, and I ended up using the prompt in a skewed way, turning it into a reader/Klaus by the end.
3. If you were to recommend one to read to your mum/mom?
Anything that isn’t romantic. She’s read a few because I was so focused on writing during NANOWRIMO that she got annoyed by me writing all the time. So, yeah, I can’t think of one in particular.
4. Which one would you consider re-writing?
I mean, I reconsider parts of Too Good At Goodbyes, all the time, because I’m still not sure where to go with it. But otherwise I tend to kind of forget what I’ve written, so I don’t think too much on them once they’re up. If I did, I’d never post anything because I’d never be happy with them.
5. Biggest regret in an imagine?
Prior to making this blog, it was taking things on I wasn’t comfortable with or couldn’t picture. I ended up writing things that were out of character and I wasn’t happy with them, all because someone requested them.
6. Biggest success with an imagine?
I mean, what is success? Is it the most notes, the best feedback? The imagine that got the most notes ever was for a different fandom, and thus on a different blog, which is here.
7. Your imagine with the most notes?
Somehow it was one that was written on a complete whim. Helping the Mikaelson’s research the latest threat, and trying to take a day off. I still want to write a part two for this, but I have no idea which Mikaelson it should be with. But yeah, I wrote that because my friend and I got caught in miscommunication with a spelling mistake changing ‘yoga’ to ‘yoda’, and then I heard Robbie Williams’ song ‘Soda Pop’ like 20 minutes later and just had to write something lol.
8. Your imagine with the least notes?
Kissing Bonnie under the mistletoe.
9. What do you think makes a good imagine? Tips?
Honestly, anything that makes it realistic, yet not too precise. The reader shouldn’t be someone people can’t relate to, which, unfortunately, means sometimes they have to be a touch blander than you’d like. Making a strong character is fantastic for writing, but if they’re particularly angry or aggressive it’s hard for people to relate. I also think focusing on often unspoken thoughts is really good. So where you might see a character struggling on screen, for the reader you need to talk about that, involve the audience, make them connect. Basically, it’s a lot about the reader and making them someone you can relate to without making them too unique.
10. When’s the next update on your works?
Honestly that’s pretty much a running joke at this point. Who knows? Honestly, who the heck knows. I’m still trying to do the Christmas requests, and plan things for Valentine’s Day.
11. Number of followers before you started writing and after?
I started this blog just for imagines, so I didn’t have any followers before writing here. Now I have 1,013 followers.
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The Writer:
1. Which character do you love writing for?
I think Klaus or Alaric would probably be my favourite.
2. Which character do you dislike writing for?
Tyler and Jeremy. I don’t get Jeremy, and Tyler just pisses me off.
3. What’s your favourite AU to write for?
I don’t write AUs, but I don’t mind reading the coffee shop ones.
4. What’s your least favourite AU to write for?
I don’t write AUs, but my least favourite to read is teacher/student.
5. What do you hope never gets requested?
I work with prompt lists, so this doesn’t really affect me.
6. What do you wish was requested more?
The girls, that or things that are less romantic, so the focus is on other things, whether it be the relationship between people, a situation, angst... god I love me some angst...
7. Thoughts on writing Smut/POC/Curvy/MxM/FxF?
I’m not comfortable writing smut simply because I don’t have a bleeding clue how to even begin. But the others are all things I’ve done before, and honestly see nothing different about.
8. Which account is your biggest inspiration in writing?
Oh man, I have so many. Different ones for different fandoms. Some of the ones I can think of, and I’m sure I’m missing some, are @amarabliss @justfangstvdto @xteenwolfwritingsx
9. How long have you been an imagine writer for?
Since March 2016...Yikes, that’s longer than I thought!
10. Any upcoming secret works? 🤔
Not really a secret, but I am trying to get something done for Valentine’s day. Although time is not on my side for that.
I’M TAGGING:
@amarabliss, @fiercefray, @illidarisimagines, @miiikaelson, @justfangstvdto and anyone else I’m no doubt forgetting.
Chapter Summary: The search for Y/N is in full swing as she herself comes face to face with someone from her past, who is more or less involved in her current situation.
Warnings: blood and very brief gore at the beginning, fluff, a tiny tinge of angst, typical violence, plot divergence (as always)
Word count:3256
Tags & Author Note at the bottom. Feedback is welcomed and appreciated.
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Your name: submit What is this?
You wake up to the sound of blood rushing through your head. You look around in panic, vision still laid with a filter of darkness. You see nothing but trees beyond trees as the restrains in your arm burn your delicate skin.
Vervain no doubt.
“Ah, you´re awake. Finally.” Heavy boots land on small, brittle branches, breaking them in half with their weight, as the familiar voice echoes in the endless woods.
Not a moment later you come face to face with the last person you expected to be visiting Mystic Falls.
Her.
Monterey, California 1912
You catch a glimpse of him through a broken set of windows, the wind howling through the cracked openings. The flickering street light illuminates the blood splattered, wet with rain cobblestone.
Stefan bites into the exposed and neck of his victim while another one is already headless on the floor.
You´ve been following him for the last weeks, witnessing his uncontrollable ripper need. He already made a name for himself as the Ripper of Monterey in the short time he's been murdering his way through town.
He lets his victim fall to the ground, head in his hand, carelessly walking away, leaving his mess behind.
You follow him, hidden in the shadows for a few miles under the night sky as a melody catches your attention. Out of whatever reason, it draws you in, the carefully arranged notes and words pleasing you so much you decide to follow it.
You can catch up with Stefan later. The trail of bodies will easily lead you to him.
You reach a busy parallel street, surrounded by numerous of houses down the road. Some resident has placed their Grammophon near an open window, the sound of the muffled singer´s voice draining out of it, onto the street. You hum along to the soft tunes of a fairly new song.
To your left clicking heels on the cobblestone are heard, and a woman rounds to the corner of a nearby house, her beaded, crimson dress flashing in the streetlights momentarily as she passes under them.
A couple, dressed in evening clothes passes her, going to great lengths to avoid her at any cost, whispering and glancing at her. They seem terrified.
Who is she?
She scoffs at them, shaking the weird looks off like she's done it a thousand times. As she comes nearer you can make out her tanned skin, shimmering with the slightest golden tone, as well as her dark hair, cut in a much shorter style than it is fashionable right now.
Your eyes cross and she stops, turning her head to where the music comes from.
“Oh, what a delightful tune. Sadly it will be forgotten in the generations to come. What a shame. Mortals are so fickle.” ”She says, her fiery eyes, illuminated by the streetlamp above.
Mortals. Huh. So she must supernatural. With the way she´d scoffed at them, it would've been a surprise if she wasn't.
You're uncertain as to why she decided to stop, but engaging in some small talk should be harmless right? The last time you really had someone to talk to was weeks ago when your brothers decided to send you away.
“With the way they look at you, it's no wonder you don't like them.” You say.
“Well, if you don't terrify people at least a little bit then what's the point, right?” She says, her eyes scanning the surroundings nonstop.
Is she waiting for someone?
“Now tell me Humminbird, you care for letting loose at a party?” She asks and fixes a loose strand of hair “This lurking is nice and all, but nothing beats a nice bloody midnight snack. ”
Mystery solved. She's a vampire.
“No thanks. I´m not one for parties.” You decline, the song coming to an end, the Grammophon crackling.
“Oh come on now, a little party never killed nobody.”
Only the thought of people squished together in a room reminds you of the cold and closed walls in the basement. There's not a doubt in your mind that a party is the last thing you want to do.
“Might kill me.”
“If you say so.” She shrugs and looks over her shoulder again. “Then to another matter; You know you could put your stealth to better use other than stalking that fellow back there.”
“So you've been following me, great.” You sigh weirdly enough not at all bothered, even with the vibe she gives off, “Okay, I´ll play, how exactly should I put it to better use?”
“You could work for me.”
“Sorry, but I don't work for anyone, especially because I don't know who the hell you are. Besides, I don't follow orders very well as it is.”
“Name´s Maeyra Cain, short Mae. See? Now you know me.” She smiles "And you wouldn't need to follow orders, only suggestions. You can follow or deny whatever you see fit.”
“Give me one good reason why I should even consider working for You? I’m not gonna be your cannon fodder"
“For starters, you would be among your kind. The abandoned and forgotten, outlaws that slip through the cracks - a community of like-minded souls.” Mae says and looks at you fully for the first time “You wouldn't be lonely anymore.”
Ouch. A dull ache rushes through, her words echoing shortly.
She didn't say alone. She said lonely. And there's a big difference in being without company, and feeling like there's not a single person in the world that cares about you. And, as it seems, Mae spotted that you, unfortunately, are the latter.
“Great sales pitch.” You face away from her, swallowing down the sadness creeping up “You should run for office. God knows we could use someone else than Taft up there.”
“Well, aren't you a ray of sunshine?”
“A ray of pitch black would fit better, but sure. It´s a family trait. “ You shrug her off, with the curiosity of her proposal still lingering.
Perhaps a change of scenery would do you good? But should you really trust someone you just met that lets people quake with fear? And what about Stefan? You would feel guilty if you'd leave him alone now, even if he doesn´t even know you´re there.
“Let's say I agree, hypothetically, what would I have to do?” You ask her.
“For now, observe a very powerful and dangerous family,” Mae says
“Let me guess. They killed someone you love and you want revenge? How cliche”
“Now don't get ahead of yourself. They didn't have any part in that, I did that all by myself.” She shakes head, a brief flicker of sorrow washing over her as quickly dying as it surfaced.
“What is it then?”
“I have a personal interest in knowing where they are and what they might be plotting. That's where you come in. You could be my eyes and ears, working in the shadows.”
“A spy?” You scoff, the image of you in a trenchcoat as it is fashion for spies in this day in age, too ridiculous to comprehend, let alone to become “No thanks.”
“Very well.” Mae nods, acknowledging your decline “If you happen to change your mind, come to New Orleans. I'll know when you're there.”
“You´ll know? How?”
“I am good at what I do, Y/N Salvatore.” She says and your heart drops into your stomach at her surprising use of your name
“How-”
“Like I said, I'm good at what I do.”She says and turns to leave “Have a good night, hummingbird.”
“Wait.”You call after her and she stops “Why me? Why do you want me to join?”
“Because you remind me of myself. I know you search for a purpose. Something to live for. I can give that to you. You'll just have to trust me.” She says, looking over her shoulder briefly before turning away “Take a leap, Y/N! You won't regret it! “She calls out into the starry night, disappearing into the dusky shadows she emerged from.
Mystic Falls | Present time
Mae reaches in the side of her boots, grabbing one of her knives hidden there. She skillfully twists and turns it in her hand, the blade shining in the daylight.
“You've been ignoring my calls, Y/N.” She sighs “ What t am I supposed to with you”
“I was busy.”
“I know you were.”
“Of course you were spying on me you crazy bitch. By the way what the fuck is this? Vervain ropes, really?"
“Just a safety precaution. I know you punch first and ask questions later, and I don't particularly want tobe introduced to your right hook again.” Mae squats down and cuts the vervain ropes with the knife, the skin on her left hand sizzling with the vervain contact.
“Where the hell are we?” You look around the lush forest, no evidence of where she dragged you.
“About 2 hours outside of Mystic Falls. Had to get away from those prying eyes and ears. You know how it goes.”
You do know how it goes. If it's one thing you learned while working with her, is that there's always somebody watching. No matter where you are or what you do.
“Why are you here, Mae?”
“Can't I just visit my good ol´ Hummingbird?”
“First of all, stop using that weird ass codename or nickname or whatever it is at this point, and second of all; you hate leaving New Orleans. Or your house.”
“What can I say?” She innocently throws her arms in the air “I hate people. All of ´em. Except for food, of course.”
“Mae. What's going on?” You ask her impatiently, the die'sire to put as many miles between you and Mystic Falls still imminent “Tell me, I have placed to be.
“Fine. I need your help. I heard through the grapevine that a particular, very VERY old witch just woken up from the dead and I, well, I need you to steal something of hers.”
“Look, I want to help. I do. But I need- Wait did you say woken from the dead?”
“And guess who it is. Mama Mikaelson.”
Esther Mikaelson alive? Could that mean that Kol….
No. It´s just another false flash of hope and you couldn´t survive another of those.
“Wait a minute. I thought… didn't Klaus kill her?” You ask her, remembering how Kol told you about his family´s history.
“Apparently it didn't stick.” Mae shrugs.
“How-”
“Doesn´t matter. The only question I need answered right now is are you willing to help me? You still owe me for the tip a few weeks ago, you know?”
“Great tip by the way. Led me right to a decoy.”
“But you did find your shiny diamond, now didn't you?”
“Fine.” You breathe out, pulled back into helping her once more “I'll help you. But then I´m gone.”
“Ah, you might want to reconsider. I have a surprise for you.”
Please don't tell me it includes breaking bones like your other surprises.
“Come on now, isn't that your usual Friday night anyway?" She jokes, but only earns an eye roll from you. "Trust me, you´ll like this one. Oh, that reminds me.” She says and rummages through her jacket pockets, pulling out a key “Here's the key to a safe house nearby, now that you don't want to go home anymore.”
“You already knew I'd accept, didn't you?”
“Of course I did.” She throws the key in your direction and you catch it easily “Now tell me, do I need to send someone to beat up your brothers? I heard they both were exceptionally mean at that dinner of yours.”
Boarding house | 1 hour earlier
Kol had to flee to your room, the overwhelming desire to knock some sense into your brothers itching in his fingers.
Stefan and Damon had been trying to reach Bonnie, on that device called a cellphone he learned, in order to perform a locator spell. But she hasn´t answered yet.
Tipping against the walls, uneasy and nervous, one because Kol is worried sick about you, and second because he still feels like an intruder in this century. When he was last awake, people could´have only dreamed of such technology. It's fascinating, even though he feels like a time traveller from another universe.
In many ways, he is just that.
He unzips your bag he found on the front porch, the sound of zipper echoing in your room. He picks up a shirt on top, and brings it to his nose, your familiar scent running through every amber f his body, intensifying his worry and desperation.
He needs to find you.
Scratch that.
He will find you. No matter what it takes. He'll burn the whole city and beyond to the ground if he has to.
He folds the shirt back to its original state, his hand brushing over a book bound in leather as he lays it down. He grabs it and flips it over, fingers brushing over your initials imprinted on the side.
It must be one of your diaries. It looks fairly familiar, but he can't put his finger on why that is. He hasn't seen any of your diaries before. At least he doesn't think he has.
Should he take a look inside, just a little peek?
No.
He shouldn't read it without your permission.
He places it back into the bag and zips it up, hauling it over his shoulders.
“What on earth is taking so long?”Kol says as he rejoined Stefan and Damon in the living room “I'm growing impatient. You don't want to see me impatient.”
“Bonnie´s not picking up.”Stefan comes in, his phone in his hand.
“Find someone else then.”
“We don't have someone else.” Damon says “How about you
“I don't care if you have to force every witch in the vicinity, you will find her, understand?”
“He´s a real charmer, isn't he?” Damon says to Stefan, who´s dialling Bonnie's number for the 50th time today.
“Listen to me very carefully,” Kol drops your bag and takes step after step towards Damon, his voice dangerously calm “You are still breathing just out of consideration for Y/N. Don´t think for a second I wouldn't tear out your insides and decorate your walls with them. Because I want to. I will, if I hear as much as a-” The sudden high pitched tone of your phone Kol stored in his pocket startles him.
He pulls it out, trying to understand how to, well, answer it.
“Give it,” Damon demands annoyed clicking on the message.
“Coordinates,” Damon says shortly. “Y/N´s coordinates. It's a few miles out of town.”
Kol grabs the phone looking at the map attached to the message and speeds off, grabbing Damon´s car keys on the way out. It would've been way too far to vamp speed there.
“Wh-Hey! GET BACK HERE !” Damon calls after him, worried already about his car “Get your keys, Stefan. Now! I hate this guy!”
Virginia Woods | Present Time
“Y/N?!!” Kol calls out into the echoing woods.
But there´s no answer.
He feels defeat running through his veins, its cold sensation covering his skin. What if this is the wrong area? What if it was a joke and you´re already gone?
“Y/N!!!” He calls again, with all the force his voice possesses
After another agonizing second, he finally gets an answer
“Kol?!”
His heart fills with peace solely by you uttering his name, and he races away, his vampire speed seemingly too slow for his liking. He stops on a clearing to were your voice came from, blooming flowers under his feet, as you step out of the shadow of a large oak tree.
His Heart Skips A beat by the sight of you. Your hair is illuminated by the halo of the golden sun and eyes shining so bright with wonder he swears he could see them from there.
Not a second later you both collide with each other like two planets crossing orbits
“I love you. I love you. I love you.” He plants kisses from your cheek utter these words, travelling to your forehead to your lips, all his sorrows washing away.
“Ho- How are…..I thought…I'm dreaming, right?” You stumble over your words, thoughts spinning in a circle.
Kol laughs and shakes his head “This is very real.”
“God, I missed you so much.” You press him against you once more, tears of joy and relief filling your eyes.
This. This is the moment you have been dreaming of for the last 100 years. And this time, unlike the dream you had where you ran through his ghostly shell.
This time it's real and you can't even begin to fathom the happiness that´is pouring out of you.
“Ain't that sweet,” Mae says, perfectly ruining the moment.
“You.” Kol growls, more than ready to rip your kidnapper apart.
You pull him back by placing a hand on his shoulder, and he looks back wondering why you would protect her.
“She's a friend.” You explain, and Kol relaxes slightly, still reaching for your hand, interlacing your fingers with his Mae steps closer,
“Mae, how did yo-... How is he here?” You ask her, holding Kol´s hand with no intention of letting go ever again.
“Wasn´t me. That was all him.” Mae looks at someone behind you, and you turn looking into the blue eyes of your oldest brother; Damon. And next to him, Stefan.
“Damon..” You begin, searching for the best way to thank him.
“I didn't do it for you.” He says bluntly, sharp with hatred still and you can feel Kol´s hand tightening around yours, itching with the want to collide it with Damon's face.
You look at Stefan who hasn't said a word, and he doesn't still. But he gives you a nod, almost unnoticeable and that's all the good fortune you need.
Maybe there's hope after all for him to forgive you. In time.
“Let's go.” You look at Kol and start walking, heading to Mae´s safehouse but Damon blocks the way before you get far.
"Keys." He says, directing his demand at Kol.
Figures. Of course, Damon is only here because of his car.
Kol rummages through his pockets, dangling the keys in front of Damon´s face. When he´s reaching for it he throws them into the depths of the woods
"Have fun searching." Kol smiles at him, his smile not reaching his eyes.
There is laughter heard from behind as you and Kol walk away, as well as footsteps, as Mae joins your brothers.
“Ah, look at them. Long lost loves reunited again. How poetic.” Mae sighs, looking at you and Kol walking away “Good plan by the way, including Elijah in your scheme” She says and claps Damon on the shoulder.
“Who the hell are you?”
“Name´s is Maeyra Cain. My friends call me Mae. And you're hummingbird's brothers. Good to finally meet you in person.”
“Hummingbird? Who the hell are you talking about?”
“You really are just the pretty one, huh? What a shame. Anyway, gotta run. See you around, boys!” She says and waves over her shoulder, walking away.
Once out of hearing distance, she dials a number too familiar to her “Y/N´s on board. Starting phase 2.”
A/N: THEY FINALLY REUNITED!!! WOHOO! That sure as hell was a long time coming. I am really curious to see what you think of the new original character. Maeyra (spoken may-ra) has been a dear character from another fanfictionI´ve been storing in the back of my mind for several years so I brought her along to this one.
Do let me know what you think though! Your replies and thoughts really fuel my like nothing else!!
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A/N: This is my toss217 secret santa gift for @thegoddessofvampire . Surprise!! Sorry for the delay, and I hope this little oneshot is as you imagined!! (Also I am technically still on writing hiatus atm, so sorry if it sucks! And I choose to go off book with my usual format, I hope that´s okay)
Characters: Kol x Vampire!Reader
Plot: The reader and Kol had a fight and the reader storms out, only to be shanghaied by an unknown group. Kol, of course, swoops in and saves his darling.
Warnings: kidnapping, typical TO violence
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You and Kol are passionate people. Very passionate. And this passion reflects in your fighting as well, because you fight as hard as you love. And you love each other. There is no doubt about it.
You don´t even remember what you´re were fighting about this time or who started the screaming match, but you smashing the door back in its lock, storming out of your shared apartment certainly ended it.
And the unknown hand around your neck breaking the delicate bones washed away any ounce of anger left in your body and replaced it with fear.
Meanwhile, Kol searched heaven and hell for you after the usual anger phase ended. He searched the Compound, your favourite places in town and he even asked his brothers to keep an eye out. But no dice. You have vanished from the face of the earth.
Something must have happened. He knows it. It is unlike you to disappear for hours on end without a word. He gotta find you. No matter what.
Luckily he knows just the person to help him. His sister Freya and her witch powers.
The room is barely lid and echoey, the faintest cold winter breeze pressing through the cracks of the abandoned warehouse. Your eyes flutter open and you quickly look around, ready to fight anyone who comes your way, but the burning vervain ropes around your wrists prevent you from doing so.
“Rise and shine!” A deep, raspy voice calls out from behind, the man's steps echoing through the spacious room.
“What the hell do you want from me?” You ask him once he rounds the concrete wall he has bound you on.
“From you? Nothing.” He shrugs, his disgusting cigarette breath hitting your nose “From your boyfriend on the other hand -”
“Whatever you want from him, I'm not going to help you.” You stare him down, your stellar expression outright terrifying “If that isn't obvious already.”
“You already are, Y/N. You are the key to your boyfriend's demise. And his family.”
“You´re so wrong, you have no idea. Kol will be your demise, pal. Not the other way around."
“I wouldn't be so sure.” He brings his finger to his mouth and whistles “Come in here boys, let's show our guest what we're made of.”
The squeaky door opens and a dozen men enter the warehouse, armed to the teeth with guns and wooden stakes. Clearly vampire hunters.
“Are you serious?” You scoff at him and his attack dogs “You think you can take on an original with a few vampire hunters? What are you gonna do, tickle him with your ridiculous stakes? Please. Soon enough Kol will blast through here, decorating these walls in a lovely blood red.”
“That I will.” Kol steps out of the shadows, a smirk plastered on his face “You know me so well, Y/N.”
“See? There he is.” You smirk at your kidnappers, knowing that in a matter of seconds, every single one of these men will be nothing more but a lifeless shell.
The first two men lunge at him simultaneously, but Kol easily breaks their necks without effort, their non-white oak stakes opposing no threat. The other men follow, including their leader, all of them lunging at him at the same time.
But even that is a walk in the park for your boyfriend. He skillfully evades their pathetic attacks with either his strong arms or his fangs, leaving the floor covered with striking red blood.
One remaining hunter turns your way, a wooden stake in his hands ready to plunge it into your undead heart. But he doesn't get far. You use your legs to push him away and he falls back before crawling over to his dropped stake right near your legs. Once he is near enough you snake your legs around his neck and break it with the pressure of your thighs.
Kol has been watching from afar, blood splattered from top to bottom, knowing that you can handle yourself once these cowards got close enough “Extra points for style”
“Well, I have the best teacher after all.”
“But not the best boyfriend lately.” He rips open the ropes, the vervain burning his skin briefly “And I apologize for that, Y/N.”Kol helps you to your feet and pulls you into a hug. “Can you forgive me?”
“Of course I forgive you.” You pull back slightly to place a kiss on his lips, accepting his apology, even though you were both fighting about nothing important “We were both wrong, you know? Fighting just to fight. I guess we just make an explosive team.”
“Clearly.” He glances over the quite explosive mess you two caused “But I wouldn't have it any other way.” He steals a kiss himself before intertwining his hand with yours, leading you out of the cold warehouse with every intention to make up for the fighting in every way possible….
Imagine being a Ripper yourself and you stumble across a stranger who seems to share your insatiable hunger.
Story Title: “Murder for two”
Characters: Ripper!Stefan x Ripper!Reader (female), numerous random people *cough* victims *cough*
Warnings: murderously violent. Contains blood pretty much everywhere, murder, corpses, and other possibly disturbing things.
Word Count: 1269
A/N: I toned this down a little bit in my rewrite, so it´s not as crazy as it was, but it just wouldn´t have worked out that way. Also, this idea sounded so much better in my head, I hope it´s still enjoyable! And maybe I will continue this at some pointif you want me to, maybe with people from either Stefan´s or the readers past showing up. We´ll see As always, Feedback is welcomed and appreciated
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It is a terribly stereotypical Friday night in a small town in Virginia. Teenagers are out and about searching for something to believe in while they stagger unsteadily along the paved sidewalks, either from intoxication or sleepiness. Or both.
But among those lost souls, there are creatures lurking in the shadows, eyes always watching, always stalking, always waiting.
The streetlamps burn through the cloak of the fog, reflecting their light on the bright colored hood of sportscar. The road ahead of you is empty and lonely, the only comfort is the loud shuddering of yet another song without a melody that pulsates through the speaker. There is just you, the music and the lonesome road - and headless corpses in the backseat.
Your eyes catch a young couple heading towards a bar, the name Mystic Grill burning bright through a glass window. The male plants a soft kiss on the female's hair and she blushes, clutching his hand tighter.
Oh, young love……..how disgusting.
You bring your borrowed car to a hold around the corner, away from prying eyes. You don't want to scare potential meals away. Even though a runner is always exciting.
The leather seats squeak slightly as you exit the car, sticking your head through the open window. The blood coming from your passengers has already spread over the entire joined backseat, dipping the unfortunate white leather in red.
“No funny business back here while I'm gone, alright? Don´t want to stain the backseat, now do we?” You wink at them, even though you left any part that would allow them to wink back a few miles down the road on a white picket fence of a very unfortunate citizen.
You swing open the Grill´s door, stepping into a pool of blood on the hardwood floors.
Blood pooling on the hardwood floor, as well blood splatters over the wall. Someone definitely had some bloody fun in here.
There is a faint sound heard from further into the building and you round the edged corner, coming face to face with a fellow vampire. He senses your presence and in his blood haze, he fails to recognize your - well - dead state and quickly wraps his hands around your throat, expecting to take a bite.
“Ah ah ah, I don't think so.” You flip his wrist and pin him against the nearby wall, his bloodstained neck firm in your hands. He seemed to be surprised by your superior strength, his eyes wide as drops of blood fall from his mouth, decorating your covered arms.
You release him and turn on your heels and make your way towards the bar, hopping over a few dozen people on the ground. You stop and collect a shiny ring from one of the victims, and put it on your own hand. A girl can't have enough jewelry, right?
You grab a bottle from behind the counter, taking in the whole scene in front of you, “Impressive work you've done here. Love the new color.”
“Who are you?” The stranger asks, his eyes gleaming with curiosity.
“Name´s Y/N.” You knock down a shot of whatever booze you grabbed from the bar “How about you, handsome?”
“Stefan. Stefan Salvatore.”
“I would say it´s a pleasure to meet you, Stefan, but since you spoiled my fun I'm not sure it is.”
“Fun, huh” He cocks his eyebrow as he shortens the space between you and leans against the bar “Most women, vampire or not, wouldn't call this fun.”
“But doesn't that revoke every instance we have?I” You slide a glass over the counter, filling it to the brim “I mean that´s what we do, isn't it? We eat people.”
“Something tells me you enjoy much more than just, uh, eating them.t You're like me aren't you? A ripper?” He asks, before nipping on the drink.
“No.” You shake your head “I´m much worse. Unlike other rippers, I extend the play with my food. I don't just drain them dry. Where would be the fun in that? ”
Faint heartbeats, maybe four or five heartbeats are heard from outside. It seems another meal is being delivered right now.
“You up for a little game?” You ask and Stefan nods instantly, curious what kind of game you have in store.
The sound of darts rushing through the air followed, accompanied by the decreasing heart rate of your meal fills the crowded room. Your legs are draped over Stefan's lap, his snack already dead at his feet, yours almost drained as well.
“Mhmm, this one was delicious.” You retract your fangs from your victim's almost ripped-off neck and push her on the floor, her head rolling to the side.
“How´s it going over there, friends?”You look over to the remaining people of the group, who are occupied with the dart game you assigned them to, but they don't bother to answer.
“Hey!” Stefan calls out and speeds over to the male of the remaining snacks you both will consume soon enough “Y/N asked you a question!”
“Sorry uh. we're done.”
Uh!” You jump up from where you were sitting, clapping your hand together with excitement “Tell me my friends, who won?”
“I did.” The girl raises her hand.
“Congrats! You get to choose who lives.You or your friend.” You explain to the shaking young lady. Stefan watches your every move a few feets away with adoration and excitement.
“I…”The girl shares a worried glance with her male friend, both of their hearts deliciously pumping with fear. It´s music to your ears “I c-choose me.”
“What?! How can you do this to me?!” Her friend calls out, the betrayal and fear visibly covering his face.
“Well well well. Self-preservation instinct. How very predictable.” You share a glance with Stefan, who seems to be enjoying your show very much.
“I think we have to be equally predictable in return, don't you agree Stefan?”
“Only seems fair, Y/N.” Stefan shrugs.
“Perfect.” You turn your attention to your trembling friends, your veins darkening. “Surprise surprise. You both die.”
The guy takes off running first but doesn't get too far, your firm hands yanking his head to the side, breaking his neck instantly, followed by your sharp teeth breaking his skin.
The screams of Stefan´s victim fill the room, but quickly fall silent as he bites her neck several times. His meal drops on the floor several minutes later, as does yours, drained of every last drop of blood.
Through the blood-haze, you turn to look at each other, blood dripping from your mouths, your veins still laced with darkness. When your lips collide, the savory yet sweet blood of your victims mixes together. Stefan lifts you up and speeds to the counter trailing bloody kisses down your neck while you tug at his shirt. You unbutton the first buttons before you impatiently rip it open, the buttons joining the dozen corpses on the floor…..
Open Coffin | Chapter 08: “Look Alive, Stay Alive”
Pairing: Kol x SalvatoreSister!Reader
Chapter Summary: Klaus makes a surprising return and of course goes out of his way to stoke the reader's fire with whatever means necessary. Meanwhile, Damon, accompanied by an unlikely ally plans his own scheme that could settle the score once and for all.
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Mystic Falls 1856
The wildflowers bloomed heavily in the summer of 1856. Their bright colors more intense than usual as they accompanied the green blades of grass. The air was laced with their scent, haunting your young soul that year, so shortly after your mother's passing. But beneath this pain, there was a comfort in witnessing their blooming, almost as if she's still here, greeting you with her favorite flowers.
You´ve been crying all day, amidst the thousands of flowers, perfectly hidden behind an oak tree. Your brothers had been gone since first light this morning, taking a trip to visit a distant uncle.
It was Damon´s idea to get Stefan out of the house, enjoying quality time with his little brother that had just turned eleven years old a few days prior to your mother's death.
Unfortunately, even though you are one year older than Stefan, Damon had not even thought about asking if you wanted to join them. It has been like this ever since you can remember.
The setting sun neared its disappearing level as the distinctive smell of burning wood carries over the oak tree. You sniffed the air again, the smell so intense it alerted your survival instincts. You rose to your feet, your head turned to your home. The old barn in the distance was set aflame, mirroring the burning warm colors of the dawning sun, the dark smoke rising in the sky.
You started running as fast as your feet carried you, the hem of your dress dipped in filth as it rushed over the floor. You coughed once the barn was near, a man-shaped figure standing in front of it, a torch in his hand. He turned slightly, as the sound of your footsteps carried over to him.
It was Damon.
“What happened?!” You asked him in-between coughs, your lung already heavily coated with smoke.
“I thought it was father in there, and I..I wanted rid of him,” Damon replied, voice shaking while the rest of his body was frozen in place,” but Stefan..”
“What about Stefan?” Damon gulps and gestures to the burning barn. Your heart drops to your feet as the realization kicked in that your little brother ran into a burning building, hoping to be a hero and save his father.
You had to get him out of there.
You tucked at one of your sleeves and covered your mouth with the ripped material. It wasn't thick enough to absorb all of the smoke-laced air, but time had been of the essence. You could not have afforded to waste anymore.
“Go get water from the well! Now!” Your voice was filled with fear and the urge to protect Stefan, and just a hint of guilt you weren't here to prevent this.
The fire had already consumed most of the inner structure, including the big beams that carried the roof. Only the far right corner had been almost untouched by the fire. You rounded the building and peeked through an intact wooden window.
“Stef?!” You called out, your voice slightly muffled by the textile over your mouth. There was no response. “Where are you?” You heart thundered in your chest, full of fear and worry. You couldn´t lose your brother too. Not after your mother was already taken from you.
The window was easily climbed, including the wooden splinters that drilled into your skin just as easily. You looked around, the burning orange color as well as the smoke limiting your view.
Footsteps were heard from behind and Damon hurried over with a bucket of water in his hand. You grabbed it through the window-opening and emptied it next to you, stopping the creeping fire from continuing.
“Go get more!” You pushed the bucket against Damon's chest, the faint sound of whimpering reaching through the fire´s crackling.
Stefan was crouching in the corner, his head covered with his arms. He was crying.
“Stef!” You called out and hurried over the nearly untouched flooring. Stefan looked up once he felt your presence, tears streamed down his face.
Once you reached him, he threw his arms around and held you close, his body shaking with fear. “Hey it's okay, Stef I'll get you out of here.” You helped him rose to his feet and handed him your cloth, his other hand held tightly onto yours.
You looked down the path you took to reach Stefan, just in time to avoid a falling beam the fire had consumed. It landed in front of you, blocking your exit.
You looked around, desperately searching for another escape.
“The d-door… “Stefan gestured to bolted door behind you in between coughs.
The door was closed off with a metal bolt that reflected the warming red of the flames, catching your eye every now and then. You carefully tipped your finger against it and the heat instantly stung your skin.
You had to get that door open, with whatever means necessary,
“Stay back!” You told Stefan and he hid behind you, holding onto your dress.
You took a deep smoke-laced breath and counted to three before you grabbed the bolt with your hand. The hot metal bolt sizzled in your hand and burned the delicate flesh. Through gritted teeth you screamed out in pain, the bolt moving, but barely.
The air was getting smokier and smokier by the second, soon, either the fire or the smoke would have consumed you.
Another heavy tug and the hot bolt released the big wooden doors. You pushed them open with relief, the cold night air brushing over your heated skin.
Stefan, still holding onto your dress collapses on the ground once you put distance between the burning shed, heaving and coughing, but then nothing. He doesn't move and lies still on his back.
“Stefan?!” You cry out, kneeling on the ground. Stefan blinks, his eyes coated with tears staring up at the night sky. “Are you alright?” He nods faintly, his breathing evening out slowly but surely.
Footsteps were heard from behind you looked over your shoulder to see Damon running down the hill. You stood up and headed in his direction.
“What were you thinking?!” You pushed Damon back with your hands, the burned part of your skin already formed blisters “He could have died in there!!
“I didn't know he would run in!” Damon argued and held your hands down to stop the continuous hammering of your fists.
“And? You cannot set the shed on fire in hope to get rid of father expecting Stefan not to run after him! He´s eleven years old and nearly burned alive in there. And so did I.”
“I... I´m-"
“Forget your apology. Look at him. He's not even speaking.” Damon´s eyes glance at his little brother lying there in shock “Don't you ever put him in this kind of danger again or I swear you´ll live to regret it.”
Damon swallows, the guilt heavily in his throat as you walked away. the burning in your hand nothing compared to the burning anger in your heart...
Mystic Falls | Present Time
The remaining wildflowers sprawled along the pathway to the Lockwood mansion sway in the wind, sparking memories of a time and people that were lost long ago. Yourself and your brothers included.
A few days have passed since you watched over Stefan in that cellar, and as usual, nothing went as planned. Damon thought it would be a good idea to go on a bender with Stefan. He went “off book” as he called it. And as it has always been, he did not take you with them. Instead, he shot you full of vervain and took off.
Right in this moment, however, Damon seems to plan another one of his plans with Matt and Elena, that´ll either end in death, despair or destruction.
“Well well well. Look at this cozy gathering.” You step into the open space right next to Matt and Elena, keeping your eyes on your brother “Thank you for bringing me along to your sibling bonding by the way.”
“Y/N…” Damon sighs, but you raise your hand to stop him from continuing. You don't need to hear another set of his excuses. You know by now that even though you are siblings, you're never invited into their inner circle.
You most likely never will. And that hurts.
“Save it. You´re up to something. What is it?” Damon evades looking into your eyes, as well as everyone else. That pretty much tells you everything you need to know “Jesus Christ. You´re not actually trying to snuff Klaus, are you?”
“You want to help instead of criticizing?” the doppelganger intervenes “Distract him.”
“Why me? I think he would be much more interested in you, Elena. Or should I say Katherine?” Matt next to you releases a surprised huff, while the doppelganger now revealed as Katherine only exchanges a look with Damon “I can smell the sickening stench of your perfume from a mile away. If I can figure it out, you can bet your ass Klaus will too.”
“Just do it, Y/N.” Damon breathes out in annoyance, the tone of his voice already stoking your fire.
Now he´s ordering you around again. Fantastic.
The others exchange a nod and split up, Matt enters the mansion with the disguised Katherine while Damon remains behind.
“How many times do I have to save your ass to be worthy of your trust?” You ask him, your face stellar, your jaw clenched.
“It's not me,” Damon replies, the look on his face unchanged as his eyes roam the passing crowd.
“So it's them, huh? I forgot, they are your priorities now.”
“What´s going on with you today?”
“Oh I don't know, maybe I thought we're finally getting along but here you are planning a suicide mission behind my back.” You cross your arms in front of your chest “Tell me why do you always have to leave me in the dark time and time? It´s like the day at the barn, you execute a plan and put every single person but yourself in danger. Just think once before doing anything. Once, Damon.”
“You done?” he asks, visibly annoyed with your rant.
“No.” You shake your head before your fist collides with his jawö “Now I am. Don't ever put Stefan in harm's way again, you hear me? Pick me next time.”
“ I see you haven't lost your strong arm.”
You storm off, leaving Damon behind with a bloody nose and blood splatter on his stupidly expensive suit.
The crowd was already dancing as you reach the edge of the slightly elevated hummock, searching for the last person on earth you´d want to spend time with.
You scan the crowd several times over, even going as far to use your vampire hearing, but nothing.
Where's that little bastard?
“You look quite out of place,” Klaus speaks out from behind, uttering the same exact words he said when you first met, over a hundred years ago.
Ah, there he is.
“Leave me alone.” You respond, keeping your eyes on the dancing crowd.
“You’re spite is amusing as ever, Y/N. A decade ago you’ve seemed rather fond of me. Now you only resort to shooting daggers with those fierce eyes of yours. How very unfortunate.” Klaus replies as he circles you like a lion waiting for his prey.
He´s trying to make you nervous, and oddly enough it seems to be working.
“I think daggers are more your department, wouldn't you say?”
“Indeed, indeed.” he laughs brushing over his slightly bearded jaw. He then moves to the side offering his hand with a playful bow “Dance with me.”
“Good joke.” You snicker at his words and turn to look at his still upturned smile “Wait you're serious?” He nods and offers his hand once more “I don't know what your sudden obsession with me is, but I would rather put a campfire out with my face than dance with you.”
Klaus forcefully grabs your wrist and leads you to the dancefloor. “I fear there is no time for negotiations.”
“Wow, the ladies must really love you. You’re such a gentleman.” You roll your eyes at him as he pulls you close and starts dancing to the slow music.
“Oh, Y/N, you would be surprised how much of a gentleman I can be.” He smirks and gives a nod to the DJ.
“If this your subtle way to call for your henchmen, I suggest you´re a little less obvious next time.”
“Nonsense. I don't need no henchman.” Klaus huffs and nods again and the DJ turns up the volume on a very familiar song “I would never deny myself the pleasure of holding your very heart in my hands that beats so strong for my dear brother.”
The first tunes carry themselves through the night air falling utterly unnoticed by the couples surrounding you and your nemesis. But while they fall deaf on the guest's ears, they do stir up memories in yours; It is the same song you and Kol danced for the first time.
Memories of this night cloud your mind, the dull ache in your heart reminding you how much you still miss him after all these years. How many memories he wasn't a part of and how many times you lie awake at night with only loneliness as your companion. It is similar to the way you always felt when you were a child.
Klaus´ eyes roam your face eager to witness you fall apart, to see how he poisons your memories by recreating them with himself. But you are not going to give him that satisfaction.
“You know this is getting really old.” You look at him, a fake look of confident plastered on your face.” If you want to kill me just get it over with.” Klaus eyebrows faintly rise at your words, “I'm really tired of this.”
“But we're only getting to the interesting bit.” His smile grows, the satisfaction seemingly radiate through the pores of his skin “I recall you have fond memories of this particular song.”
“You think you're gonna break me with a little song, huh? Guess again.”
“On the contrary, love, I believe I already have.“ He puckers his lips to a crooked smile, the satisfaction of his taunt seemingly radiating through the pores of his skin. “ Now to another matter; People have been after me for 1000 years. And I am always one step ahead. So whatever it is you and your brothers are thinking of trying, go for it, give it your best shot. You won't succeed."
“I don't know what you're talking about. My brothers don't really involve me in their plans if you haven't noticed.” You reply. It´s true. They never involved you in their plans in the past, especially Damon.
“Oh, I did notice. Still, you'd be smart to tell Damon to mind his manners tonight, because if I die, I've already ensured that Stefan and your precious boyfriend will die along with me. Even in death, my hybrids have their orders. So.. you kill me you're killing them too.”
Everybody knew that Klaus was reckless and would stop at nothing to get what he wants but you never imagined he would actually threaten to kill his own brother. And yours too. You have to stop him, by whatever means necessary.
You look over Klaus's shoulder, one of his hybrids giving you the evil eye “Looks like one of your lapdogs wants your attention.”
“Ah, Tony.” Klaus looks over his shoulder and releases you hand “If you would excuse me, Y/N.” He flashes his disgustingly charismatic smile and walks off.
You breathe out before forcefully grabbing a drink from a silver platter that a waiter carries around. You look over to the elevated parts of the property, locking eyes with Stefan.
Well shit.
He probably heard your conversation with Klaus. What if he sends you away again like he did before?
“Stef…”
“Is it true what he says?” He asks, his face without any readable emotion whatsoever.
“I...uh,” You start, not exactly knowing how to explain to him that out of all people on this earth you fell in love with Klaus´ brother.
“He´d really kill his brother if Damon screws up?”
The hell? It seems he did not overhear your conversation. Or is he simply not saying anything?
“You know what we have to do, right?” Stefan nods, knowing that in order to save him and pretty much every single one of you, you would have to protect the very monster you seek to destroy. “ We have one problem though. I´m not invited in.”
“But I am.” Stefan sighs and you share a look before hurrying over to the front entrance.
You arrive just in time to see Damon tackling Klaus, holding a white oak stake in his hands. You scan the room quickly, your breath caught in your throat as a familiar face stares at the happenings in front of him. Mikael Mikaelson, the vampire hunter. What the hell is he doing here?
Meanwhile, Damon has Klaus pinned down on the floor, the white oak stake hovering over his heart. One push and he would be dead soon enough. But so would Stefan. And Kol. You push against the invisible wall, trying to get through but to no avail.
Damon brings the stake down further, the tip already scraping Klaus´shirt, before Stefan speeds in, pushing him off on the side, the white oak stake dropping on the floor next to Klaus. He seizes the moment and grabs it, burying it in Mikael's heart in an instant as he tackles him.
Mikael starts screaming and goes up in flames, destroying the white oak with him, before falling silent.
“What the hell did you do?!” Damon yells at his little brother, propping himself up on his elbow on the cold stone floor.
“He earned his freedom,” Klaus answers for him, and reaches for Stefan's hand, helping him up. He reaches behind his neck and looks into his eyes, his pupils dilating “Thank you, my friend. You no longer have to do as I say. You're free.”
Stefan stumbles back, seeking support from the wall behind him.
You stay behind for another set of seconds before you take off running, defeated once again. You reach the parking lot in a matter of seconds, spotting Stefan´s red Porsche in the number of parked cars.
As soon as the car door snaps shut, your mask of confidence falls off simultaneously. The stirred up memories, as well as the life-sucking presence of Katherine and Klaus and the usual draining of a social gathering too much for you.
Through tears of anger, you punch the dashboard, furious with how things went today. You let Klaus get to you and as usual, he won. And Kol keeps suffering in his coffin. As do his siblings.
Like a lightning going off without warning, a thought crosses your mind. You took a few percussions while Damon went on his bender with Stefan. They would come in more than handy at the moment. and since Klaus is more than preoccupied now would be the perfect time to strike. Finally, you could be one step ahead of Klaus.
You turn the key to start the ignition and put the stick in the bottom gear. and slowly start to push your feet down on the gas pedal. You look over to the Lockwood entrance where a visibly exhausted Stefan hurries outside.
You bring the car to a stop right in front of his feet “Get in.”
Stefan leans on his car and drugs his head slightly into the open window “ That´s my car, Y/N.”
“I know. Get in!” You wave him over and he sighs but obliges and sits down next to you. “By the way, you should really lock your doors. It´s not the 1920´s”
Sadly so.
“Where are we going?”
“We're gonna do what we do best. Get revenge.” You turn the radio up, Stefan´s Bon Jovi mixtape now blasting through the open windows as you step on the gas pedal, speeding away, only the car tracks leaving evidence of your presence….
A/N: Whew! This one, as well as every part before, was a long time coming, but I hope it was worth the wait. I sincerely apologize for the long wait but I can´t seem to be able to finish a chapter any faster.
Anyway, please PLEASE let me know what you think! Also, next chapter we´ll see some sibling bonding with Stefan and as well with Damon. Stay tuned.
As always thank you so much for taking the time to read this mess and I hopefully see you next chapter!
