The Last Doppelganger

Her Blood Is Ichor

[the-last-doppelganger]

An independent, private roleplay blog. I’m in my mid twenties, and have been roleplaying for ten years. Decided to move here from my previous blog @elena-gilbertrp , cause I thought Elena needed a main.

Blogroll- @lucifxr-morningstar (Lucifer Morningstar) and @pain-is-temporary (Klaus Mikaelson) @mystical-eternity (multimuse and multifandom)

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A study in grief, trauma, depression, growing up too quick, abandonment issues, boundless love and it's effect on one's self, and a complex relationship with death and the supernatural.

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[the-last-doppelganger]

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Elena looked around the room, at the opulence and the grandiosity. She’d never been to a party or a house like this before. Vampires were mingling with each other and drinking from humans, and the sight of it made her hungry.

She walked into the bowels of the room, feeling her heart beating faster as she saw….Tristan, the vampire who had invited her here.

“So you’re the boss here,” she said as she reached him, her nerves frayed. “I got this,” she said as she held up the black card she had gotten earlier that day, “wanna tell me what this is?”

[the-last-doppelganger]

Starter call

Like this post for me to write a starter for us!

[the-last-doppelganger]

Elena’s heart quickens under Jackie’s gaze, penetrating into her soul. The hybrid moves away then, stopping when she’s under the mistletoe. Elena doesn’t answer her question, instead simply moves towards her. Stopping when she too is under the mistletoe. Stands on the tips of her toes, and presses one hand on Jackie’s shoulder. Leans forward and captures her lips with her own. She deepens the kiss when Jackie lets her, before pulling back.

“Is that good?” She asks as she tucks her hair behind her ear.

[lycancursed]

part of he doesn't actually expect elena to go through with it, and yet —the doppelganger is not only standing before her, but she is initiating the kiss. the whole thing makes her giddy. gloved hands lift, cradling her face when the kiss deepens, but she doesn't hold her there afterward. softly, she pulls her hands away, letting her go as she gives one last kiss to the humans bottom lip. ❛❛ very good,❜❜ she comments in praise. ❛❛ you surprised me. then again, you always do.❜❜ of course she did, it was elena.

lifting her hand once more, she plays with the long brown tresses, wrapping them around her fingers before pulling away and repeating the action. ❛❛ hmm, again,❜❜ jackie whispers, offering a short but stern tug on her hair to keep her closer. close to her. this time, it is jackie that leans closer, brushing her nose to hers.

[the-last-doppelganger]

Her cheeks were tingling where Jackie had touched her, and she was breathing hard. She blushes underneath the praise she receives, and her hand catches onto Jackie’s arm. “Good, I like surprising you.”

She lets Jackie play with her hair, gasping as she’s pulled closer. Nose brushing against the others. She leans in again, captures Jackie’s lips again. This time she holds her lower lip in her mouth, before gently pressing her tongue against Jackie’s lips.

Then she pulls back, immediately she misses the velvety feel of Jackie’s lips. The taste of her mouth. “You know,” she licks her own lips, “I think they should put up more mistletoes.”

[lycancursed]

❛❛ forget a smooch. i need ta be properly ravished or railed under the mistletoe.❜❜

[the-last-doppelganger]

Elena inhaled sharply, her cheeks turning pink as she looked around. “There’s a mistletoe at the door.”

[lycancursed]

biting her lip, she moves her gaze up and down over elena. all too amused by the blush on her cheeks. slowly, the hybrid walks backwards. until she stands beneath the greenery. ❛❛ ah, so there is.❜❜ she says, feigning surprise as she looks up. ❛❛ the question is. will you come join me, princess ?❜❜

[the-last-doppelganger]

Elena’s heart quickens under Jackie’s gaze, penetrating into her soul. The hybrid moves away then, stopping when she’s under the mistletoe. Elena doesn’t answer her question, instead simply moves towards her. Stopping when she too is under the mistletoe. Stands on the tips of her toes, and presses one hand on Jackie’s shoulder. Leans forward and captures her lips with her own. She deepens the kiss when Jackie lets her, before pulling back.

“Is that good?” She asks as she tucks her hair behind her ear.

[lycancursed]

❛❛ forget a smooch. i need ta be properly ravished or railed under the mistletoe.❜❜

[the-last-doppelganger]

Elena inhaled sharply, her cheeks turning pink as she looked around. “There’s a mistletoe at the door.”

[shisasan]

Bram Stoker’s Dracula (1992), dir. Francis Ford Coppola

[the-last-doppelganger]

This blog is still alive.

[the-last-doppelganger]

Continued from here!

She can hear the concern in his words, the way he tries to hide it beneath the veneer of coolness, that perfected mask of calmness, betrayed by the complexity in his voice. She moves slightly closer to him, already feeling buzzed.

“You see Elijah,” her tongue freezes on his name, and she has to move away from his overpowering scent to speak again, “I’m worried they’re not going to handle it well, you know. My death,” she stage whispers, leaning so that her jaw is resting in her palm, “and that they’ll try to stop the sacrifice. And I’m worried about the actual sacrifice.”

@saltzblood

[the-last-doppelganger]

[ TAKEN ] receiver has a small injury and sender wipes away some of the blood then licks it off their hand.

Elena hisses as Klaus cleans away the blood from her wound, that she’d sustained while brushing her arm against a nail, and licks it. Of course he does, he always has to appear monstrous, never letting her forget who he is.

Elena quirks a brow at him, “didn’t have enough during the sacrifice, did you?”

[the-last-doppelganger]

Everything is on hold for now, my dad had an accident. He’s stable but he’s got multiple rib fractures. Time is a foreign concept now. Everything is. And after all this, his concern was that I wasn’t worried. He’s got an oxygen mask on and he doesn’t want me to worry or be panicked. I can’t fathom how much he loves me. I just hope he gets better.

[the-last-doppelganger]

Finished setting up my multimuse and multifandom account @mystical-eternity

[the-last-doppelganger]

Thinking of adding a Bridgerton verse for Elena. Totally random but maybe fun!

[leneemusing]

BLOOD  KINK  PROMPTS 

this is exactly what it is so ya know consume kink content at your own discretion.  general content warning for blood consumption, cannibalistic implications and knife cutting. *blows a kiss* this ones for all you monster fuckers out there. 

[ CUT ]  for sender to use a knife on receiver,  making light cuts on their skin as a form of foreplay. 

[ SLIT ]  for receiver to use a knife on sender,  making light cuts on their skin as a form of foreplay.  

[ BITE ]  for sender to bite receiver hard enough to draw blood during sex. 

[ BITTEN ]  for receiver to bite sender hard enough to draw blood during sex. 

[ CLING ]  for after battle sex with both muses covered in blood. 

[ TASTE ]  for sender to bite receiver’s lip hard enough to break skin and then lick the blood. 

[ TASTED ]  for receiver to bite sender’s lip hard enough to break skin and then lick the blood. 

[ SAMPLE ]  for sender to wipe at smeared blood on receiver that isn’t theirs then proceed to lick it off their finger. 

[ SAMPLED ]  for receiver to wipe at smeared blood on sender that isn’t theirs then proceed to lick it off their finger. 

[ TAKE ]  sender has a small injury and receiver wipes away some of the blood then licks it off their hand. 

[ TAKEN ]  receiver has a small injury and sender wipes away some of the blood then licks it off their hand. 

[ CONSUME ]  sender needs to feed on human blood,  receiver makes cuts in their skin for them to feed off of. 

[ CONSUMED ]  receiver needs to feed on human blood,  sender makes cuts in their skin for them to feed off of. 

[ OFFERING ]  sender lets receiver feed on their blood through whatever means is natural for them. 

[ OFFERED ]  receiver lets sender feed on their blood through whatever means is natural for them. 

[ GIVE ]  sender wipes their own blood off their skin then puts their blood-stained fingers to receiver’s mouth for them to lick clean. 

[ GIVEN ]  receiver wipes their own blood off their skin then puts their blood-stained fingers to sender’s mouth for them to lick clean. 

[ MUFFLED ]  for sender to bite receiver during sex to muffle themselves but end up drawing blood. 

[ MUFFLING ]  for receiver to bite sender during sex to muffle themselves but end up drawing blood. 

[ DRINK ]  sender feeds off receiver’s blood by biting their breasts. 

[ DRINKING ]  receiver feeds off sender’s blood by biting their breasts. 

[ SAVOR ]  sender is giving receiver oral then bites their thighs to lick at their blood. 

[ SAVORING ]  receiver is giving sender oral then bites their thighs to lick at their blood.

[ PAIN ]  sender makes cuts in receiver’s thighs before or during oral. 

[ PAINED ]  receiver makes cuts in sender’s thighs before or during oral.  

[the-last-doppelganger]

Elena wasn't a fool, or at least she liked to think she wasn't. Tristan was growing impatient. Perhaps not in the way Damon would, not that she'd mention that analogy to her would be captor, but he was impatient nonetheless. Disgusted by the comparison she'd made between him and Elijah, his obvious hate against Klaus. Whoever he was, he was no friend of the originals.

How far would I let you push it?

What a warning, she thought, how obvious and hidden at the same time. Clearly, he'd been playing this game for a long time.

"There's not much I can do against you," she let the words fall easily from her lips, because there was no hiding what was happening here. There was no hiding her lack of power and his absolute control of it. "This is the only chance I'm ever going to have to get something from you, to negotiate. You can't blame me for pushing to my advantage, not really."

He spoke of other vampires a shade more generously than he spoke of Klaus. But not by much. She thought of Damon and Stefan, of Lexi, of Rose and Trevor, and she was inclined to agree with him. They did spend their time hunting, feeling guilty. The obvious deviations were Klaus and Elijah, each intent upon their goal, wanting to fulfil their deepest desire. Tristan seemed to claim there was more to his existence than that of others.

She was proved right when he spoke of history and the world. She gasped as his hand wrapped around her throat. Her pulse thrummed wildly against his palm, but she forced herself to look at him. It wouldn't take much for him, she surmised, to compel her. His words had her, unwittingly, enraptured. He was so much different than every other vampire she had dealt with. Even Katherine, who had seemed like the most calculated of them all. She shivered as his fingers trailed down her neck, before sinking in.

"So you....had some bearing on what happened the world? I'm guessing you were involved in some-" she broke off as pondered over everything he had said, "many significant events in history." Tristan's confidence, his sense of superiority, was something like a second skin, and she was forced to believe that he was telling the truth.

She massaged her neck when he let her go, his words seemed to sink into her skin by then. A hefty price. Being his.

It made her shiver.

Her heart sped up as she considered her limited options; if he was right, he'd be able to protect everyone from Klaus, at the small price of her blood. Klaus would take it too. She'd be a blood bag in either case, but at least with Tristan, there would be the illusion of autonomy. The guarantee of safety.

The only thing Klaus would ever guarantee her was more bloodshed. More violence. More death and grief.

"Okay," she said finally, her heart in her throat, wondering if she'd taken the right decision. "I - We have a deal." The words felt heavy, and she barely forced them out. She was sure she was trembling slightly, because she'd given away....everything. It seemed.

It wasn't as if he couldn't take it himself. Loyalty and blood. She could give him that, she supposed. She possessed both in spades, after all.

"What," she said softly, a different kind of fear filling her, "about Stefan?"

@lordofthestrix

[lordofthestrix]

Silence fell, following her acceptance. Tristan's eyes navigated the small-town necropolis that witnessed the occasion. When he spoke again, his words first regarded the one subject that had no connection to their pact. "It was a point of curiosity. Didn't you wonder? Why would Klaus keep the paramour of the girl he believes served as the lamb slaughtered in the name of his liberation? It seemed like an odd memento to commemorate his triumph. Nothing atrociously hard to unearth." As proven by the old, folded photograph that emerged from his inner pocket to reach her hand. "Chicago. The Roaring Twenties. Your beloved apparently had an infamous knack for brutal carnage at the time. And an even more questionable taste in companionship. So, you see, while I won't pretend that anyone in the orbit of his temper tantrums is entirely safe from harm, I can only conclude Stefan Salvatore is already infinitely safer than most. He is reconnecting with an old chum." Without another word, the inmortal being gave her a minute to herself after that. Strolling a few steps away among the gravestones. Perhaps, in demonstration that, as far as he was concerned, her acceptance meant they were no longer two feuding sides. "Shall we make it official, then?" He no longer hid the devilment and satisfaction of their conclusion once it was time to return to her. "Call it a flair for the dramatic if you will but I found that the most memorable deals are often celebrated with the spilling of a little blood." His gaze visited her neck once again. And yet, it didn't linger this time. Surprisingly, maybe, he didn't reach for the mortal. Instead, he unbuttoned the cuff of his own shirt. Pulling the sleeve down just enough. The thumb pierced his own wrist, and the vampire bled. It healed the second he stopped exercising pressure. Not before giving the night a small pool of scarlet on his skin. "You still carry an unhealed ghost of the scars the ritual gave you. Let me wash those away, as you advance to greater things." He offered the only hue of red in the night as a gift. Or a welcome. "Drink." Tristan de Martel commanded.

[the-last-doppelganger]

Finally, even if it had been for a few moments, she’d caused his words to fail him. It didn’t feel like victory, however, not when she heard what he had to say next.

She frowned, she’d known that Stefan had gone to save Damon, but she hadn’t really thought about why Klaus wanted Stefan. She had assumed that it was because Klaus wanted someone to be his lackey, she’d never thought about what Tristan was telling her now.

She took the photograph from him, her eyes shining with tears as she saw it. Klaus with his arm around Stefan’s neck, the two of them smiling, like friends.

She remembered what Klaus had told her at the sacrifice, that he had other plans for Stefan. She wondered why Stefan himself never told her. She was only half listening to Tristan, her thumb tracing the lines on Stefan’s face.

He could’ve told her, she would’ve understood.

Unless, of course, he himself didn’t remember. That was likely.

It was also likely that Stefan had kept this from her, likely ashamed of his past.

She looked up to see that Tristan had walked away. Maybe it was because he didn’t deal with human emotions, but it was a relief to not be in his overpowering presence for a moment.

She knew that Stefan didn’t remember much of his time in the twenties; it only made sense that instead of bloodlust, it was Klaus’ compulsion that had brought about the blurring of memories.

That had to be it.

She couldn’t believe that Stefan was friends with Jenna’s murderer. At least not in the past, even if she didn’t know about the present. Stefan had been leaving a trail of bodies behind himself after all, maybe Stefan and Klaus were friends again.

She was drawn out of her thoughts as Tristan approached her again, her neck snapping up as she shoved the photo in her back pocket. It was likely the only picture from her old life that she would get to keep.

She tilted her head to the side, thinking he’d want to shake hands, as it were. The thought seemed dumb when he spoke about bloodletting. She swallowed heavily as his eyes fell to her neck, but was relieved when he started undoing his own cufflinks. That was followed by panic again, as she realised what he was going to do.

Greater things, he was right, she thought as she stared at the drop of blood that had collected on his wrist, he did have a flair for the dramatics. And a superiority complex to boot.

She swallowed heavily as she wondered what to do, but then he was telling her to drink, ordering her, and she bristled. She wanted to lash out, but much like the night of the sacrifice, she knew there was too much at stake for her to do it.

It was just a drop anyway.

She unglued herself from her spot, and walked towards him in something like trepidation. But, she needed to do this, she needed to ensure everyone would be safe, and somehow ensure guarantee without hurting his ego.

She held his wrist in her hand, more to ground herself than anything else. Her eyes meet his, and she could see the challenge, the confidence; he was a man accustomed to having his own way. Not like Klaus, who wanted to bend nature to his will in his anger, or even Elijah’s quiet contemplation, no, this was intrinsic for him.

She brought his wrist up to her lips, closing her eyes as she tried not to think of how intimate this was. She wrapped her lips around his skin, her tongue sweeping across his skin, almost cringing away from the taste of metal, but holding herself firm.

She pulled back when his skin was clean, and before she could think twice, think better of it, think that she was tempting a monster, held up her own wrist.

“I do think we both need to do this, if we’re in it together,” her heart drummed in her ears but she started firm. She wanted to know, needed to see how he’d react. She’d called them partners after all.

Besides, this was the rest of her life now.

[ohisms]

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐀 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝑻𝑬𝑳𝑬𝑷𝑯𝑶𝑵𝑬 .    (  a  collection  of  texting prompts.  feel free to change phrasing.  potentially mature content within.  )

[ TXT ] : why are you still awake?

[ TXT ] : hey, where did you go?

[ TXT ] : it's getting bad again.

[ TXT ] : guess i'll just sit in bed. alone. by myself.

[ TXT ] : you can't ignore me forever.

[ TXT ] : i can't stop thinking about you.

[ TXT ] : just saw i called you last night. how'd that go?

[ TXT ] : i really need someone right now.

[ TXT ] : we need to make plans asap.

[ TXT ] : have you seen the news?

[ TXT ] : you were blackout drunk.

[ TXT ] : testing to see if you blocked my number...

[ TXT ] : do you know anything about doing stitches?

[ TXT ] : just please let me know you're okay.

[ TXT ] : did you forget we had plans?

[ TXT ] : i know you see my messages, your read receipts are on.

[ TXT ] : meet me at [ location ], it's important.

[ TXT ] : do you need comfort, to vent, or a solution?

[ TXT ] : is there anything i should bring?

[ TXT ] : call me. please, it's important.

[ TXT ] : i can't sleep.

[ TXT ] : have you eaten today?

[ TXT ] : you are always going to be my priority.

[ TXT ] : i haven't seen you around in awhile.

[ TXT ] : i had a dream about you last night.

[ TXT ] : the names are gonna get mean if you don't text me back.

[ TXT ] : at the risk of sounding cliche, what are you wearing?

[ TXT ] : just say the word and i'll drop everything.

[ TXT ] : do you seriously not remember?

[ TXT ] : come to the front door.

[ TXT ] : have you been drinking?

[ TXT ] : how do you feel after last night?

[ TXT ] : are you up? please be up.

[ TXT ] : you looked beautiful today.

[ TXT ] : i have so much to tell you.

[ TXT ] : no one's heard from you. are you okay?

[ TXT ] : who is this?

[ TXT ] : are you taking care of yourself?

[ TXT ] : thought i'd reach out and see how you're doing.

[ TXT ] : i miss the taste of your lips.

[ TXT ] : that kiss was really nice.

[ TXT ] : stop acting so high and mighty.

[ TXT ] : i left my [ item ] at your place.

[ TXT ] : are we still fighting?

[ TXT ] : i need help and i can't go to the hospital.

[ TXT ] : are you thinking about me too?

[ TXT ] : call me, i wanna hear your voice.

[ TXT ] : i don't want to talk to you.

[ TXT ] : what do you have to lose?

[ TXT ] : you don't have to ask, i'm already on my way.

[ TXT ] : i want to take a nap on you.

[ TXT ] : even if you called 6 months later at 3am, i'd answer.

[ TXT ] : what's my name in your phone?

[ TXT ] : how's trying to forget about me going?

[ TXT ] : i have nobody else to ask.

[ TXT ] : what do you mean you're at the hospital??

[ TXT ] : sorry, i think you have the wrong number.

[ TXT ] : good morning! you up yet?

[ TXT ] : do i sense sarcasm in your tone?

[ TXT ] : you start your day at 2pm?

[ TXT ] : you need MY help?

[ TXT ] : stop texting me.

[ TXT ] : i'll leave that up to your imagination.

[ TXT ] : are you asking me to sneak out?

[ TXT ] : when will i see you again?

[ TXT ] : if you come over, i'll order us a pizza.

[ TXT ] : are we ever going to talk about it?

[ TXT ] : can you come get me out of here?

[ TXT ] : you mean like ... a BODY - body?

[ TXT ] : it's just been one thing after another lately.

[ TXT ] : forgiving and forgetting is harder than it sounds.

[ TXT ] : i want your legs wrapped around my head.

[ TXT ] : call me when you wake up.

[ TXT ] : what are you doing that's more important than me?

[ TXT ] : i'm out of town right now.

[the-last-doppelganger]

“So, what you want,” she said, shivering, as she could still feel his lingering touch upon hers, his cool skin against her warmth rising within her, a new sort of nervousness. “Is me.”

She should’ve considered herself delusional, but Tristan had made it clear that he wanted her blood, and for some unfathomable reason, her loyalty. Or maybe, she contemplated, it was a game. Her loyalty, after all, would ensure an endless supply of her blood.

Not that he couldn’t take it right then if he really wanted to.

It wasn’t truly a deal if they weren’t on equal footing, but she couldn’t simply demand that. Not of an unknown, unpredictable vampire.

He didn’t seem impulsive, but looks could easily be deceiving.

“If I agree,” she started slowly, carefully weighting her words, “to your….offer,” her voice turned slightly bitter there, but she tried not to pay it mind, “you say you’ll protect the people I love. I made a similar deal like that with Elijah, the vampire who you say turned you, and it didn’t go so well for my aunt.

So, I want to know, how will you protect them?” She let her question hang in the space between them for a moment, before clearing her throat.

“There’s Jeremy, who doesn’t want to be protected, Bonnie, who’s too powerful of a witch to be fooled by vampires, and Stefan,” here, her voice cracked, but she barely gave it a moment before carrying on, “is already with Klaus, how will you protect him? I need to know these things, these important things, before we get to any deal.”

@lordofthestrix

[lordofthestrix]

"I can extend some clemency to lips that don't know they are weaving an insult. Still. It would do you well to learn that there aren't two souls more different than the ones of the vampires you just compared. And as disappointing as it must have been to see my old sire missing his chance to end the obnoxious existence of his half-brother, I do sympathize, the bonding didn't leave you empty-handed. If nothing else, you obviously refined the skillful valour to negotiate where you have no place negotiating. How far will I let you push it...? I wonder." His gaze, inspecting the names of near gravestones, returned to her. "You don't need education regarding my ways. You already know me, Elena Gilbert. A painful number of my kind have no clue what to do with their immortality. They deliver the entirety of their spirit to prosaic pastimes. Hunt. Self-pity. Naturally, they don't stand themselves after a measly couple of centuries. I am one or two shades more involved with the world." His shadow, following his gaze, returned to her. "You know me, Elena. I am the in between the lines in your history books. I am the whispered secrets of bygone eras at the shadowy corners of your town's museums. The world is a rabid animal that hungers to take, in all of its brainless ruthlessness, as you already experienced. If someone had managed to place a collar around its neck...I would be the one holding the leash." Fingers claimed a visit to trace her veins once again. The hints of jugular blue of her neck this time. A curious insinuation of gentleness that somewhat carried more unreadable emphasis. "The world wallows as ever. As I guide its monstrous movement towards greatness. I am not alone. My eyes are innumerable. I am the flapping of nocturnal wings blessing the seeds of empires of legend." Fingertips softly descended down her neck. "I am the talons that bring doom at the end of kingdoms." Like a claw of a bird of prey, fingers dug into her neck. Ever so slightly. Ever so unmistakably. "Most important of all: I am eternity...True eternity...For the ones who should live forevermore. The promise of their thriving and safety. You may find my price hefty. But I assure you there are infinitely less pleasant fates in this world than being mine." Tristan let go. "So you see, I am not precisely intimidated by the notion of a willful, human brother or a stubborn witch. What I do, I mostly prefer doing anonymously. Modesty aside, I am rather talented as the invisible hand guiding pieces on the board to my preferred location for them. As for your last name. Stefan...Salvatore, is it not? Your dear, runaway paramour. A curious addition to the list. I can only surmise he didn't you tell you then?"

[the-last-doppelganger]

Elena wasn't a fool, or at least she liked to think she wasn't. Tristan was growing impatient. Perhaps not in the way Damon would, not that she'd mention that analogy to her would be captor, but he was impatient nonetheless. Disgusted by the comparison she'd made between him and Elijah, his obvious hate against Klaus. Whoever he was, he was no friend of the originals.

How far would I let you push it?

What a warning, she thought, how obvious and hidden at the same time. Clearly, he'd been playing this game for a long time.

"There's not much I can do against you," she let the words fall easily from her lips, because there was no hiding what was happening here. There was no hiding her lack of power and his absolute control of it. "This is the only chance I'm ever going to have to get something from you, to negotiate. You can't blame me for pushing to my advantage, not really."

He spoke of other vampires a shade more generously than he spoke of Klaus. But not by much. She thought of Damon and Stefan, of Lexi, of Rose and Trevor, and she was inclined to agree with him. They did spend their time hunting, feeling guilty. The obvious deviations were Klaus and Elijah, each intent upon their goal, wanting to fulfil their deepest desire. Tristan seemed to claim there was more to his existence than that of others.

She was proved right when he spoke of history and the world. She gasped as his hand wrapped around her throat. Her pulse thrummed wildly against his palm, but she forced herself to look at him. It wouldn't take much for him, she surmised, to compel her. His words had her, unwittingly, enraptured. He was so much different than every other vampire she had dealt with. Even Katherine, who had seemed like the most calculated of them all. She shivered as his fingers trailed down her neck, before sinking in.

"So you....had some bearing on what happened the world? I'm guessing you were involved in some-" she broke off as pondered over everything he had said, "many significant events in history." Tristan's confidence, his sense of superiority, was something like a second skin, and she was forced to believe that he was telling the truth.

She massaged her neck when he let her go, his words seemed to sink into her skin by then. A hefty price. Being his.

It made her shiver.

Her heart sped up as she considered her limited options; if he was right, he'd be able to protect everyone from Klaus, at the small price of her blood. Klaus would take it too. She'd be a blood bag in either case, but at least with Tristan, there would be the illusion of autonomy. The guarantee of safety.

The only thing Klaus would ever guarantee her was more bloodshed. More violence. More death and grief.

"Okay," she said finally, her heart in her throat, wondering if she'd taken the right decision. "I - We have a deal." The words felt heavy, and she barely forced them out. She was sure she was trembling slightly, because she'd given away....everything. It seemed.

It wasn't as if he couldn't take it himself. Loyalty and blood. She could give him that, she supposed. She possessed both in spades, after all.

"What," she said softly, a different kind of fear filling her, "about Stefan?"

@lordofthestrix