Spin the Bottle of Ironic Love: Tale 2
Summary: Working in the shadow of his family's horrifying legacy, Roman Sienna develops unexpected feelings as he plays unwanted bodyguard to broody werewolf-in-residence, Rafael Waithe. Rofael One-Shot.
Hello, my lovely readers. The bottle has spun, landing on an unexpected pairing of Roman and Rafael. On with the show…
Chapter 2: The Bodyguard
Lonely. Roman Sienna knew what it was like to be lonely. He'd learned to travel light. To live by his wits. To not trust other people. Other people who were not his sister, Antoinette—but that was another story, involving Nazi-vampires, and a horrible mistake that would haunt Roman 'til the day someone plunged a stake into his undead heart. And until that day, he had a lot to make up for…
When Roman returned to Mystic Falls, he found some things were off. For one thing, he had this sneaking suspicion that some part of his memory was missing when he almost got his head hacked off by a pretty girl with wide eyes and a haunted look on her face.
"Hi," Roman breathed, grabbing the axe before it could connect with his neck.
"Roman?" the girl huffed out, her chest heaving, and she shook her head.
Roman felt more shocked than the girl. "Who are you?" he asked.
Some goo came spitting out of a monster and the girl ran off to hack and slash it to death. This left Roman with a whole lot of questions, but not much in the way of answers.
Later, he found himself, back in the woods behind the boarding school. He'd been looking for the mystery girl when he ran into a large, angry-looking black wolf. The wolf's lips pulled back from its teeth and it let out a snarl.
"Shit," Roman groaned. He so did not feel like being bitten today. "Okay, good boy. I am not going to hurt you, unless you try to bite me. So, please, do not make me."
The wolf let out another low snarl before it leapt on Roman, opening its massive jaws to take a big bite out of Roman's neck when it peered into his eyes. Suddenly the beast leapt over Roman and went bounding off.
"So weird," Roman breathed.
"It stopped because it knows you," the girl from before told him.
Roman rolled onto his knees and then got to his feet. "Well, that's more than I can say for you and me. Or me, and whoever that was." He nodded in the direction his new "friend" ran off in. "How do you know my name?"
"Long story. Short version. I hopped into a hell dimension, trying to save the world, and be really cool. Turns out, it didn't work. I'm Hope. Hope Mikaelson." The girl offered, with a half-smile, her eyes lighting up. "And that wolf, that's Rafael Waithe. He's a friend of mine. If you can help me catch him. I can remove his ring, and he'll be on two feet before we know it."
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