#reformedserialkiller

[tofeelthecold]

@reformed-serial-killer

It was fire call, normal for a firefighter but it never made any of this easy because each one was different and this was certainly the case. Once there he’d gotten out of the truck and put his gear on and he moved to head in, looking for anyone in the building and hoping that there wouldn’t be anyone there but that wasn’t a risk he was going to take. Moving quickly through the building he looked around, wanting to make sure he wasn’t missing anyone. “Is there anyone in the building?!”

[meda-the-brave-a]

Plotted starter for @reformed-serial-killer​

Meda stared unseeing at the large tome in front of her before closing it with a satisfying smack. Rubbing her temples, she pushed the book away and rested her head on her arms. She’d never had a migraine before in her one hundred and forty-five years of being a vampire, but she was starting to believe that it was possible. She’d been reading for hours, most of the text in obscure languages that she’d either learned back when she was human or over the years as a vampire as she traveled. Reading had never been a chore for her before, but now she was unsure if she’d ever pick up a book voluntarily again. 

At the sound of the front door opening, she perked up in her chair. A few moments later, her eldest brother walked into the library. “Hey,” she said, mustering up a weary smile for him and rubbing her eyes. “It’s late. Where have you been?” There wasn’t suspicion or censure in her tone, merely curiosity. “I’ve been going over these books for hours, trying to find something about how to remove the spell from the moonstone. So far, nada. On the bright side, I did get to dust off my Latin.” Sighing wearily, she complained, “This is impossible. Why did no one ever bother to come up with a supernatural Google?”

[theoriginalbadass]

continued from here [x] - @reformed-serial-killer​

Puck chuckled before taking a sip of his drink. “Oh really? Wonder what else we’ve got in common.” He shrugged. “Eh, ya know. So-so. People either love or hate me. There’s no in-between.” Though he could be an asshole, deep down he was actually a pretty great guy who cared about his friends. He, like most people, was complicated.

[tofeelthecold]

plotted || @reformed-serial-killer​

It was supposed to be a normal day at the gym but so far it had been anything but normal for Kyle. This was his life, it was why they’d moved here but he was having a rough day. It didn’t matter what he tried to do it went wrong. When he went to try and do floor routine he ended up falling on a skill he’d had for years and it only served to make him even more frustrated. Getting up he just groaned. “Damn it!” he yelled at himself as he walked over to the water cooler to try and calm himself down.

[scriptorxfabularum]

@reformed-serial-killer continued from here~

     SHE STARED UP AT HIM, EYES wide in surprise. “Mr. Salvatore,” she said in a soft voice, pressing the tips of her fingers to her lips, like she was suppressing a nervous giggle. She averted her eyes, feigning coyness, though in reality trying to hide the sparkle in them at the young man just making this easier and easier for her with every word her spoke. “Are you asking me to be your date to the function?” She had not been invited herself, so she would presumably be his date. And be introduced as such if these functions were anything like the ones she had attended before.

     She hid her lower face behind her hand, as if trying to hide the blush on her cheeks, before glancing up at him. “But you know nothing of me! Surely other young ladies would be vying for a place on your arm, are there not? Besides this one lady that does not seem worth your time, I mean.”

     She gave a little shake of her head, a smile tugging at her lips as if the thought itself amused her. “You are very bold, Damon, to ask so soon. I ought to make you work a little harder for such a privilege.” Her tone was playful, but she lowered her gaze again, as though embarrassed by her own daring words.

     “Still…” she drew the word out softly, letting the silence linger just long enough to keep him hanging, “if you should continue to prove yourself such a perfect gentleman, I suppose I might be persuaded.” The sparkle returned to her eyes when she looked back up at him, a fleeting glimmer quickly tucked away behind the practiced demureness of her smile.

[saltzblood]

❛ I need a good kill. ❜ - Stefan to Klaus

“Your thirst for chaos is endearing. But you need to do better than that, mate, bring your A-game. I expect nothing less than the old Ripper masterpieces I knew.” Klaus couldn’t mask that frenzy of chaos stirring up a twister in the wake of his blue eyes, prepared to yellow the skies in decay to introduce his murderous form.

“Firstly, tell me why I should indulge you. You bring your demons to my door, but the mess they leave behind always comes at a price.”

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[saltzblood]

"That watch doesn’t match your suit." - Damon to Elijah

Elijah was stopped in his tracks. Whatever deflection technique Damon was solidly applying to the very open wound of the Mikaelson, it worked. He checked his watch, having come to a complete stop, despite previously moving at almost the speed of light towards something that could have turned into something very, very bad for everyone involved.

The one stake you use on this particular Mikaelson better miss the handkerchief carefully folded into his pocket. With a pointed turn, Elijah flips his hair to fix it out of his face so he can witness the assailant of his choice in accessory, and gives Damon a false smile.

“The one avenue you fail to intrigue the doppelganger by, and you deem yourself an expert.” Elijah has noticed the one pull attempt Damon hasn’t fashioned yet: his style. The forced smile is gone.

“May I remind you, this very watch has seen the precipice of time itself, crystal ingrained derived from the ancient, few remaining caverns. The suit has seen the currency of time refunded to the universe in reprieving thousands of stubborn vampires from their miserable existence. Damon, your sense of style is almost as outdated as your manners. Are you admitting concern that this suit may hold more value than your drink cabinet?”

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[scriptorxfabularum]

@reformed-serial-killer

     SHE HAD SPOTTED HIM FROM where she was working behind the bar. A lonely, brooding-looking - quite handsome at that - man, nursing one bourbon after another. She had wondered what was going to happen when he would decide to get up, and whether he was going to be able to even stand on his own two legs, but by the time she had gotten the attention of one of the security guards, the man had disappeared.

     When she finished her shift an hour and a half later, and had said her goodbyes to the other girls, she stepped out into the alley behind the bar and almost stopped dead in her tracks when she saw she was not alone. The man she had spotted before was also standing outside.

     “Oh…” She said, finishing putting her things into her purse and zipping it shut. “Have you been out here the whole time?” She furrowed her brow, stepping a little closer. “It’s freezing out here!” For a moment, she pursed her lips, chewing on the inside of her cheek. She had been told off over and over for being this friendly to strangers.

     “Are you okay? Do you need something?”