#quaedaemonium

[diabolussimulas-blog-blog]

{+5}

"Get to why you're here and make it snappy... I have business to attend to."

[iuvenespetrova]

come plot with me babieeeees <3 just because i suck at random starters

[purior-strigae]

{ Okay, okay. Let's go for number 5... Sort of. Okay, number 5. xD }

5. Our characters playing paintball/lasertag.

   He smirked as he noticed where she’s been hiding. Who would’ve guessed he was about to fool more than a thousand year old vampire girl? He watched her carefully, trying to think of any move she could’ve done. And except that, he was also wondering why he did agree to play it with her. Sometimes women had a lot of wicked ideas, although this one surprised him, especially that it came from Rebekah’s mouth.

   Play paintball with me, her voice was ringing like a bells in his mind. From everything he could’ve thought about she chose this, Stefan was surprised. Why the hell would she even want to play that? Hasn’t she ever had a chance to play it before like it was with a homecoming party? Well, maybe. He hasn’t had a clue. Okay, he answered her, smirking. At first, he thought Rebekah was kidding, but when the blonde started talking about the costs of one game and how they were supposed to sneak over there for free he knew she was serious.

   It appeared to him as a normal, fun game. But with the time the field change into a battlefield for two vampires that fought for the domination. And for him, it didn’t matter how stupid that game was or how older and more powerful Rebekah’s been. He just wanted to win it and prove her that sometimes it’s not just about the strength.

   He smirked while pulling the trigger towards her.

[huntyoutoyourend]

{ We shall go with number....... [[drum roll.]] 7. }

Send me 1-25 (without peeking at the master list) and I shall write you a drabble

#7 — my character calming yours down

His sister had often been given to moments of hysterics but few seemed to rival this moment.  He stood there, stoned faced (a method of controlling his own volatile reaction) as she screamed, wailed, and destroyed a good portion of their home (though he cared little at this point).  

Finally, when he could see that it was taking its toll, he stepped forward.  His hand fell on her shoulder, still heaving with a sob.  He knew damn well he ran the risk of rejection but he could not stand there and allow her to continue as she was.  

It hurt to see her that way.  

"Rebekah," he began as she stiffened under his touch.  He swallowed and proceeded carefully.  His fingers curled around her shoulder and stepped closer.  "We will make them pay.  Dearly.  Each and every one of them.  They took our brother from us — so we shall take from them everything in which they hold dear.”  He could feel her relaxing as he spoke so he took the chance and wrapped her in his arms.  

When she fell against him, he closed his eyes.  ”I promise you this.”