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bcnnctwitch:

Bonnie watched the man curiously, waiting on an answer to the question she’d asked him. Of course, it never came, and instead he posed a question of his own. “Bonnie Bennett. What’s yours?”

“Bennett?  Like Emily?” he said without thinking, but that wasn’t possible. Even if she had anything to do with her, there really was no telling what it would mean to this girl. It only took a single second to realize this wasn’t the same Mystic Falls he knew. He had come to the conclusion that he had spent ages in that tomb. “Sorry -- I’m Jesse. Jesse Buchanan.”

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clairewitch:

as soon as she saw the spell working she pressed further, testing both of their limits. she heard his cry, his plead but she was too focused on the powerful feeling rushing through her. it felt good. and it kept building and building. it shouldn’t have felt so good. it was sudden, her realisation, it caused her to stop. taking a shaky breath before frowning at him, not entirely composed. “you were willing to kill me, give me one good reason i shouldn’t do the same.”

it was unbearable, and not long into it, jesse had resorted to helpless screams in an effort to relieve some of the pain. he wondered, too, if he was also susceptible to whatever she was doing because he was weakened by his hunger. perhaps he had made more than a few mistakes this day. when the spell stopped, the euphoria hit him like a train. “to protect myself,” he explained, but it wasn’t an excuse -- because it was the very same reason why she chose to attack him. “i.. i don’t have one. please, i’m sorry.”

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bcnnctwitch:

“Sometimes you just have to do things, whether they are necessary or not.” the witch replied, watching the man curiously. “…Are you okay?”

Jesse became distracted by her, and when she asked him if he was okay, he remained quiet -- resigning to look at her with a inquisitive stare. It wasn’t like he really had an answer for her anyway. It was her voice, to begin with, but then he was searching her features and the familiarity of them. “What is your name?” he asked softly.

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inhcritedwrath:

Tyler took the man he now knew as Jesse’s hand and gave it a firm shake before discarding, a friendly smile (for tyler) present. “Nice to meet you, and yeah I wouldn’t be too upset about it, you’ve missed nothing but founders parties and drunken fights at the grill. Not a lot happens here. If you don’t mind me asking why have you come back? Nobody misses Mystic Falls.”

It was a fair question, though he couldn’t help but feel skeptical at the ‘not a lot happens here’ comment. “It’s the only place left that feels like home,” he offered feebly, not knowing what else to say on the matter. “But that might change -- I don’t know. I expected it to be different.”

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inhcritedwrath:

Tyler had grown up in Mystic Falls, he had been here since birth, and he doesn’t recall ever meeting the man, which was odd considering they seemed to be around the same age, and in a town like this everyone knew everybody. “Huh. Things have changed a little bit, but not quite. It must’ve been awhile since you were last here. I’m Tyler, Tyler Lockwood.”

“Yes, awhile.” He cared very little if he confused the young man with his words. It wasn’t like it mattered, or that even a vampire-hunting society would be at his throat for such a comment. The name Lockwood, however, caught his attention. “Jesse.” He slowly raised his hand for the other to shake. So he was a local, and a part of the founding families, as well. “Helps that I was barely three feet tall when we left Mystic Falls,” the vampire lied coolly. 

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inhcritedwrath:

“No problem,” Tyler replied as he took in the appearance of the stranger, “I don’t recognize you, are you new to town?”

“You could say that,” he said with a nod. “I used to live here, a long time ago. A lot’s changed and it’s taking me some time to find my footing.”

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inhcritedwrath:

“I don’t really cook. Maybe try a store?”

He didn’t recognize the name. Maybe that meant the town wasn’t all aware?  He was an able-bodied young man -- if there was going to be a repeat of eighteen-sixty-four, he’d be in on it, right?  “It’s not that important. Thank you though.”

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inhcritedwrath:

“Sure thing, but if it involves anything requiring more than minimal effort then well, you’re better off asking someone else.”

“Do you know where one would purchase vervain in this town?”

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bcnnctwitch:

“Is anything?”

“Well, um.. you’d know though, wouldn’t you?” He swallowed hard. “I’m a bit on edge. I’d greatly appreciate it if there weren’t any sharp, sudden noises... necessary or otherwise.”

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clairewitch:

“oh i understand perfectly.” she watched his eyes turn, long unfazed by the transformation. “and if you think i’m going to standby as you take advantage of innocent people, you’re wrong.” she began the incantation to boil his blood, the spell somewhat new to the young witch. but she focused, wanting to see how far she could go with it — if it would even work. 

he was starting to wonder if he had bumped into a vampire of this time, with her nonchalance -- her confidence. that was quickly thrown out the window as she began chanting. the veins calmed as the vampire found himself confused at her choice of action, but then it hit him. it started in his throat, the heat, the hot bubbles. he fell to his knees as he slapped a hand onto his neck, but the boiling flowed everywhere. “stop, please!” he cried out, genuinely terrified. jesse had never come across a witch before, and to quite frank, knew very little about them. except that you don’t piss one off.. and he had gone and done exactly that.

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clairewitch:

“i don’t like having to resort to unnecessary violence but when you threaten my life… i’ll give you one chance to walk away.”

“you don’t understand, do you ?  if not you, it’d have to be someone else. in this case, violence is absolutely necessary., and i’m sorry.” blood filled the whites of his eyes, lips parting to reveal ivory fangs. keeping a low profile wasn’t suiting the vampire well -- he looked tired, weak, because he was so very hungry. why was the twenty-first century so difficult?

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clairewitch:

“yeah, that’s not happening.”

“i don’t like taking anything by force -- it’s not who i am as a person. but i can’t trust you to not be wearing one of those vervain charms.. so you either prove to me i can compel you, or you’re going to have to take my secret to your grave.”

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clairewitch:

“it’s a possibility. what do you need ?“

“well,” the vampire began, the fight lost in him. “i need blood.”

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mysticqveen:

“Uh, my friend gave it to me..”

It wasn’t what he expected, but he didn’t know what to expect. “It’s, uh.. it’s nice,” he said, tone matching just how unnerving the situation had become. What was supposed to be a stop  to curb the craving had transformed into an anxiety-striking encounter. He’s tucking the key into his pocket, left to stand awkwardly in the street.

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mysticqveen:

“Uh, here’s your key, have a nice day,” Caroline said, setting the key down.

She wasn’t acting like she knew what had just transpired. That was when he saw the light hit the locket she wore about her neck. “Wait,” he tried to keep her from bolting just yet. He’s slowly reaching down to grab the key, showing her he wasn’t going to try and grab her again. “Where did you get that pendent?” Perhaps it was a shop, selling tainted jewelry. Perhaps the town was full of marked citizens, all off limits. 

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mysticqveen:

“Let go of me, creep!” Caroline yelled, trying to pull her wrist away.

The response startled him, for good reason. Despite knowing he could easily overpower her, it wasn’t his style, so he’s releasing his grip on her the moment she called out; jolting at the sound. He staggered back, worry striking his features. She had vervain -- there was no other reasonable explanation. “I-I’m sorry,” he stammered, raising his hands up in surrender.

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mysticqveen:

“I can try.” Caroline smiled, reaching down. It took her a few moments before she stood up holding the key in her hand. “I got it!”

“Thank you,” the vampire said with a small smile, reaching to take the key from her -- but he took her wrist instead, his eyes looking deeply into hers. “Don’t move. Don’t make a sound.”