#vmprre

[2ruin]

✧     . *         🎞️         ↳        @vmprre,    CONTINUED FROM HERE.

▣ ▣            ⸺          BLOOD - MOUTH UPTURNS,              HUMOR - HEAVY AND SMUG.               it's enough to draw saccharine - deity to scowl.               MELLOW,              MELLOW,              you coax yourself.               vampyr will not rattle,               evidence that is the intention behind his taunt.               to provoke,               to promote power.               BLUNT - CANINES PRESS TO CARMINE PETAL,               BITING BACK SASS.               inhale of tension'd air tastes bitter and repugnant on tongue,               but you prevail.               girlbert women always prevail. 

         “         I'M SERIOUS,               DAMON.         ”          sincerity intertwines each syllable,               with disgruntled frown 'pon cherry'd lips.         “         i haven't seen or heard from stefan in days       —       SOMETHING'S WRONG.         ”          love's berceuse has dissolved,               heart no longer pierced by cupid's arrow.               there is care,               here,               BETWEEN SERAPH / VAMPYR.               BETWEEN GIRL / BOY.               BETWEEN ELENA / STEFAN.               BUT MAIDEN BEGS TO BE FREE OF MYSTIC FALLS PURGATORY    and that's when friendship between mortal and succubus unfurls.         “         i don't want your help,         ”          there's a pause,               sorrel gaze fixates,               surveying features :         “         i need it.         ”

[survivingpierce]

@vmprre requested a starter ♥

        katherine lingered in the doorway just long enough to make it clear she hadn’t come by accident. the last time she’d stood this close to him, she’d watched the hope drain out of his eyes the moment she’d said she didn’t love him. a necessary lie, and cruel in all the ways that kept them both alive. but it didn’t mean she enjoyed the way it echoed now in the quiet between them.

       she let her gaze flick over damon, assessing the tension in his shoulders, the anger he hadn’t bothered to hide since her return. he was still too focused on the emotional wound she’d left to notice the far larger blade hanging overhead. typical damon. always bleeding from the wrong place.

       "you’re still thinking about that night," she said lightly, "about what i said." her tone softened an inch. not enough to be mistaken for comfort, but enough to signal she wasn’t here to twist the knife deeper. "but you’re wasting time being hurt over the wrong thing."

       "there’s more happening in mystic falls than you’re seeing. more than you want to see." her eyes narrowed, the warmth draining from them entirely.

       she strolled closer and stopped just outside his reach. "you don’t know what’s coming, damon." a beat passed, her gaze steady on his. “and whether you believe me or not ... you’re going to want someone who actually understands the shape of the storm before it hits.” then, quietly, almost like a concession: "lucky for you, i do." 

[archivedkillr]

blood: painted on her lips, dripping down her chin. blood: staining her fingertips, colouring her clothes. blood: source of her behaviour, unmatched by any other desire she might hold. a sudden cloud over her judgment that makes her do unforgivable things, unforgettable things. can she live with the things she's already done? can she live with the things she is bound to do because of the thirst? she doesn't know, but she must obey her instincts.

the body falls to her feet, no light behind the janitor's eyes anymore. she took it away. she killed him, and his blood is on her hands. . . her clothes, her chin and her lips. a stumble, weird sense of humanity washing over her. " no, no, no. . . god, please no! " a cry leaves her as she kneels by the man, trying to will him back to life. " no, i'm not- i didn't mean to. please! " fable attempts with no outcome make her run. she wants to run until her legs hurt, until reality is nothing but a blur, until all this becomes a dream. . .

" damon. . . " she falls into his arms, a known sense of comfort lulls over her. the confusion on his brows goes unnoticed when she buries her face in his chest, devastated with how out of touch she is. " i don't- damon, i don't know what is happening to me. i was at the hospital, and. . . and then i was- " drinking blood, but she can't bare to admit the monster she'd become overnight. " i don't understand. i never wanted to hurt anyone. i just couldn't help myself, i couldn't stop! " words wept into his shirt before she finally looks up at him: eyes red from crying, mouth red for her last meal. " please, damon, make it go away. help me. "

[desrvsbetter]

a   lil   starter   for   @vmprre​

A   FAMILIAR   FIGURE   AT   THE   BAR   CATCHES   THE   SLATE'S   INTEREST.         a   small   voice,   almost   like   a   intruder,   tells   her   to   walk   away   from   her   friends,   from   matt,   elena      &      stefan,   and   to   walk   towards   .   .   .         ❝                        damon.      ❞         the   name   feels   foreign   on   her   lips,      &      yet   like   the   sweetest   of   fruits   on   her   tongue.         thoughts   that   never   occupy   her   head   are   now   flooding   it,   as   if   he's   the   magnet   that   pulls   them   back   to   the   surface,   making   them   matter.         ❝      i   don't   have   any   new   information   for   you.         i   .   .   .      ❞         head   turns   to   look   at   matt.      matt      &      elena,   and   the   pain   overflows   her,   fills   her   eyes   to   the   point   it   is   uneasy   to   hide.         but   slate   hues   turn   to   damon,   to   a   stranger      &      a   friend.         ❝      i   tried   to   gaslit   stefan   and   elena,   like   you   said,   but   elena   did   not   want   to   hear   any   of   it!         it's   just   stefan   this,   stefan   that,      &      yet   now,   it   seems   to   be   all   about   freaking   matt.         like   make   up   your   mind,   right?      ❞   

[desrvsbetter]

caroline   forbes   &   damon  salvatore   ( as   written   by   @vmprre )  

[brokenbrxther]

“Careful. I know every lie you’ve ever told.”

" i'm not lying! " if his tone didn't already suggest otherwise, the grip stefan had around his brother's neck all of a sudden most certainly did the trick. he was on fire, every nerve in his body buzzing with a combination of rage and hunger and something else he couldn't quite place. guilt? pain? whatever it was, he was nearly convinced it would eat him alive in that very moment.

it took one look at his brother's face, one brief pause to actually see him, to bring stefan somewhat closer to reality.

almost as suddenly as he attacked, stefan was letting out a soft laugh. his hand moved to damon's shoulder, patting him there firmly as a brother would do in a much lighter, happier moment.

" i'm fine. see? just fine. i had a little bit of blood three days ago, and now it's long gone from my system. we're all good, brother. promise. " minus the stacks of bodies he was hiding in the woods, the three innocent townspeople who were walking around compelled to do whatever he wants whenever he wants, and the raging, constant burning in his chest for more. everything was perfectly fine.

@vmprre | 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐓𝐎𝐗𝐈𝐂 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐒 — 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

[archivedkillr]

continuation. ft. @vmprre

she's stirring the straw in her cup. the coke has watered down by now, and the fizz is gone, which means it's only good for playing with. eyes snap back to him at his response. " well, i don't. care, that is. but elena and bonnie do. they say i say the wrong things, that i'm inappropriate. " she scoffs, rolling her eyes. " as if they have a leg. . . legs to stand on! they really think i don't know that they have their own little secrets between each other, and i'm never let in. or that they talk about me when i leave. least i'm honest enough to say things to their faces, like an actual friend, but that labels me. . . a bitch. " she straightens up a little bit, with a smile on her face now. " you're right, i'd never lie to you. like, i don't really lie as it is, but with you. . . it's almost like i can't lie, you know? weird, but anyway. "

[griefknown]

“ let  me  take  care  of  you. “ / @vmprre

they're seated on her bed , the undeniable tension between them lingering in the air . doe eyes flicker upward to meet his gaze when he speaks . she knew there was something there , and yet a part of her held back . but now , she felt like he was the only one who didn't change the way he saw her ever since she turned . she was weak , struggling to even feed and keep it down . ❛ i'm scared , damon . ❜ she admits for the first time , those bright doe eyes dimmed with hopelessness . ❛ how do i stop feeling like a monster ? i can't feed properly and everyone but you is hellbent on changing me back . . . ❜ there are tears forming in her eyes , every emotion a thousand times more overwhelming than before . ❛ how can you possibly take care of me ? ❜