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The Black Pearl: Part 2

"The sea was a dangerous place. Filled of mystery, enchantment… pirates? How could one not be surprised by the draw of the crashing waves of the ocean as they cruised over the sandy shores. How could one not embrace the way the air filled with the salty scent that cleared the soul. For a normal person being on the deadly waters was the equivalent to suffocation with the mysteries that claimed many lives. Yet… as petite fingers brushed over the oak of the ship and her ears filled with the boisterous sounds of her crew, the doe eyed woman felt no such fear. In her veins, in the blood that pumped through her very being as her boots click clacked against the wooden floor… No words could ever describe it as anything but home. Gripping the silver trinket around her neck with a steely grip, her eyes glanced out at the sunset just beyond the horizon. The feeling of completeness that was lacking in that other world, could never compare to this. This freedom that was stolen time and time again. Yet, even as the words floated past her mind… something was still missing. Or rather, some people. With lead in her throat and eyes burning with unshed tears, Carina Elizabeth Jones knew she was home. Finally.

“Poppet!” the scratchy voice exclaimed from behind her.

Turning her head in surprise, Carina rose her eyebrow at the man with a devilish grin. Her crew held guns to the trespasser’s head and the feeling of amusement consumed her. “Come now, Captain Sparrow. You know better than that nonsense.” Sighing, her deep brown wavy locks fell over one shoulder as the corner of her lips rose in a smirk. “My father should’ve given you another black spot.” Her twinkling eyes, glanced him over as she reached over and took his canter. Opening it with a flourish as she rose it to her red lips and took a swing. The liquid burned down her throat in all the best ways before she spoke once more, “You would’ve had a pair.” Tsking with the tip of her tongue, her eyes flared. “Smee.” Her voice like ice; strong and enchanting as the sea goddess who gave her life.

The man scurried forward letting out a high pitch squeak of “Yesss-Yes-Yess Ca-Ca-Cappp-Captain Sir--- no Miss-noo ugh erm Captain. Yes. Yes Captain,” that had all the crew stifling their laughter as Carina rolled her eyes. 3 years later, and the man was still not used to the commanding tone the soft spoken Carina used to bear when her brother manned the Jolly Roger.

“Take him to the Briggs. Mother or father shall deal with this pest. I want him off my ship-”

“Techniqually, sweetheart. She is my ship.” Jack cut in once more only to stop by the stormy eyes that held his gaze as she took another swing of his rum for the hell of it.

“Captain Sparrow… your ship is that little dingy that we crushed in the time it took me to walk from the helm and take this cantor of El Dorado from your possession.” Her finger caressed down his face in a way that made even the eternally youthful Jack Sparrow pause. “You bargained the Pearl in a bet. You lost. Yet, despite be a quivering mess... Not my mother, the sea goddess Calypso, nor my father in the Dutchman granted you amnesty. A second chance.” Her voice grew sharper as she gripped his throat. “No. Their youngest child, granted you passage on the Pearl to Neverland with the price of you, Mister Sparrow. Aiding me in the recovery of the family that was stolen from me by some bloody curse that YOU ESCAPED FROM!!” The roar in her voice present as her nails dug into his chest. Feeling him wince, her head tilted once more. “Now, tell me Sparrow… why should I not cut you where you stand and allow you to become tick tock’s play thing.”

Jack winced against her grasp, raising his hand to her own. Not once had he ever looked at Carina with such… compassion in his eyes. “Because Poppet…” her breathing grew slower as she felt the metal of the locket around her neck burning her chest. “I found a way to get your brother and sister back. I know where they are.”

“Where?” She instantly asked. Eyes widening as the truth spilled from his sockets. Jack was an impressive liar, but one of skills she inherited from Calypso was the ability to look past his fronts.

With another smirk, “Now, Poppet. Are you ready for another adventure… Storybrooke awaits.”

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Contained: Part 1

The pounding against a bloody forehead became more prominent as pale cloudy eyes began to flutter open. The figure sat across the room dressed in head to toe police attire, his face was in the shadows Aaron's vision floated in and out of focus causing her eyes to shut once more. "What happened to me? Where am I?" She questioned to herself, her head throbbed in that moment she felt like her heart beat was pulsing inside her throat. Every thud gave her head another strike of pain which soon caused Aaron to slip into a state of unconsciousness once again. "You're not fun when you're like this..." The figure scoffed, he took a step into the light Aaron layed there like a rag doll barely breathing. "I know I didn't hit you that hard Princess." Just as he began to keel down checking her pulse Aaron's eyes snapped open catching the gaze of the capturer his dead brown eyes softened slightly, "There's my Warrior Princess." She swallowed hiding the curiosity in her hues from him. Kai Parker...his face came into focus that crazy eyed yet sharp featured face which was some how almost pleasant to stare at. Aaron inhaled sharply half annoyed that he was in her presents yet again. She slipped her tongue over her dry lips. "W..w-water." His deep smirk appeared upon his thin pink lips pulling the bottle from his back pocket. Untwisting the cap he kept a close eye on Aaron...as she did him. She allowed him to press the bottle of water to her lips she drank most of it down in large gulps until he pulled the moister away from her. "uh..uh.ah...no more." He shook his finger in front her face. The blonde snapped at it. "Kai, what did you do to me?" The smirk grew as the same finger glided over the bottom of her chin. Her hands, she wiggled him behind her back trying to get loose enough to attack. "Whatever I want to do to you, you're mine now. This time, nobodies taking that away from me." Her eyes grew in a way that the male detested, Kai pulled back enough to cut her hands free. "Sit..stay." He ordered her like a mutt. "You're sick!" Aaron shrieked, "That maybe my darling girl, but I just can't help it you see I've told you before...sociopath." His grin creeped up over his thin lips yet again which made Aaron's skin crawl. "Get comfortable Princess." The male disappeared, "Kai! Wait! You can't...you can't leave me in here!" She screamed slamming her fist repeatedly into the metal sides of the building. "What had even happened?" Aaron spoke out loud, bare-dirty feet planned on the cold gray flooring. She huddled her knees to her chest attempting to keep as much body heat as possible. The last thing she remembered was being at Mystic Grill she had gotten a job there as a waitress in order to save up enough to buy a car and get the hell outta town. Aaron knew this place wasn't safe for her any longer too many people had realized who she was...no what she was and what she could do. "That's right...He showed up out of no where." She kept the words in her throat as the memories began to flow back into her mind. It's not like Aaron was ever all that afraid of Kai. Obviously he was more entertainment than anything to her that's why she allowed him into her life. Each time she saw him she felt more warmth inside...as if he was filling her soul with happiness just with the laughter they shared together...which was a problem for her, because she realized too late Kai only wanted one thing. Mr. Parker wanted her soul her life her body to belong to him and only him in order to use her. Aaron Blackburn was his life sized doll. 

"Blackburn, table seven CLEAN UP NOW!" A shout passed a male's throat just as Aaron smashed her cigarette into the pavement. Her fawn brown boots trampled the tin white paper until the ashes were put out. "Yea yea I'm coming!" The blonde flattened the wrinkles in her dark red - Tshirt turning around to snatch the door handle until she felt a blow to the head. Aaron's human body layed limp upon the pavement, blood gushing from her head. The blonde's pale eyes fluttered open as she was being carried to a white car with some kinda decals all over it. Her head rolled over into the chest of the male, "Kai?" The worst part about the whole thing was Aaron cared about Kai she wanted to help him, the blonde hadn't learned a valuable lesson yet...about how you can only help the people who wish to be helped. Kai Parker, was not one of those people and so...she ended up here... Half clothed, on a cold floor attempting to find a way out. Which at this point seemed impossible. 

The blonde's stomach growled the light that was coming from the one window at the peek of the barn was growing smaller and smaller she figured it must be about dinner time. Aaron rested her head upon her knees pulling them into her, slowly rocking. "Why...does this keep happening to me?" Water built up within her eyes streaming down her face as she began to accept her fate. "Aaron." She heard a whisper, snapping her neck behind her. "Oh Aaron..." She felt a tug on her hair. "Hello?" That was either a mistake or the best thing she had done since she got in here. Stiles's figure pushed through the shadows. "Hey, little Nerco." Aaron's eyes widen, grasping her arms around his neck. "Stiles, oh my god how are you even here?" A smirk grew over his lips rubbing his hand down her back. Which felt...odd and different to Aaron she pulled back to look at him. "We have to get the hell out of here." The male smiled, cupping her cheeks. "Oh no no no...You're going to stay here. I'm going to play a little game with you." The blonde's eyebrows pulled together searching his brown eyes. The blonde yanked her frame from his crashing to the floor and crawling to the corner of her cage. "No...no." Water. Electric Shock. Aaron could barely breathe... "No no stop stop stop!" It was too late, the fear that twisted with in her stomach made her ill. Glancing toward the 'Stiles' whom had just sent electic waves into her. "I'll be back, baby." Aaron winced as he tried to touch her. Curling up in a ball she drifted off to sleep. 

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Wanted Storylines

( ♔ ) • • • I. Heart of Darkness

OPEN TO A DAMON ( READ ) - “For every year Elena Gilbert lay in the coffin due to the Sleeping beauty curse, she lived a lifetime in another lifetime, another dimension. She lived and loved, and lost in Fell’s Church while retaining every memory and moment of Mystic Falls. Of Damon. The final battle of the kitsune, ends in Elena giving her life for her friends. She expects when she opens her eyes that she will be in heaven… not in a coffin wearing a dress she planned to wear for graduation. Nobody realized that Bonnie’s heart stopping for just a few moments, brought Elena back. She definitely didn’t expect to be in her own body, stowed away in an armory. The darkness sucking the light from her already weak body. Flashes of a life that felt like a lifetime before passes her eyes and she calls out to Damon, only… to hear his voice calling to her like a prayer as darkness blinds her.”

( ♔ ) • • • II. Deadly Sins

OPEN TO A KAI ( READ ) - Everyone believed that Matt Donovan had no other purpose but to remain the only member of this Scooby Gang who remained a blood bag through and through. How were us towny folk supposed to know that the Founder’s Day Bell that was welded by the Donovan Family was actually a magical bell that once rang 12 times it opens the fires of hell up in Mystic Falls. Basically meant to destroy the town like the Hell Mouth did in Summerdale! Que the Buffy Theme Song! However, that’s not what happened. Matt was forced by compulsion to ring the bell and was stopped on the 11th ring, stopping him from destroying the town. Only if that was all there was to it life would be easy. While bell toll number 12 unleashes the fires... 11 opens the door. Only for a brief period of time... long enough for Malachai Parker to return in all his witty little commentary glory!

The only thing though is to stay on earth, he had to kill people to balance the side effects. At least until he was able to steal magic from an immortal... literally tricking Damon to leading him to Elena, stealing Damon's life force and disappearing with the coffin. (I am starting a drinking game for everytime my coffin got stolen btw!). Kai, tricked Cade cause he was following Katherine’s plan and got the gang to kill Cade... while he had Elena his prisoner. Kai’s magic now returned was able to turn one of his lovely blood bags into an Elena lookalike until Katherine was able to switch places while he had the real one trapped in the boiler room. 

Torturing her the first time around gave him pleasure. Now having her trapped inside of her mind where no physical affects could be rendered to the now human girl however... now that is where the fun truly begins.

( ♔ ) • • • III. Mindfreak

OPEN TO A STEFAN ( READ ) - Stefan made another deal with cade. He would flip his humanity switch and turn both the good and the bad to Cade's side for a year. Becoming the ripper as long as after the year is up, Damon and him would be free. Cade had mentioned that after a year... Stefan may want to continue serving him. Stefan believed that after a year he would be back in Caroline’s arms... he was wrong. 

Fast forward to a year or two in the future. The boys are still working for Cade. Bonnie was accidentally turned (had Enzo's blood in her system) and Elena woke up. Elena was brought up to speed by Caroline and Bonnie about what has been going on. In the show Elena is Damon's weakness and Stefan even knows this. When Elena goes seeking the boys out... Stefan gets to her first before she could reach Damon. The only way to get her off of his back was to make sure she never had a reason to return. Taking away her lapis lazuli ring, he compelled her to believe he and Damon were taking turns torturing her. Slowly. Playing with her resolve to make her give up because he is a ripper. Only he can't drain her, or drink her blood because he would become mortal. 

Stefan as a ripper doesn’t have a care for Elena, doesn't want to lose Damon. The deal Stefan made is complete. Damon is free to go any moment but because Elena is still in the sleeping spell (he doesn't know otherwise) he has no reason to un-flip his own switch. So Stefan will do ANYTHING to make sure that Elena doesn't get to Damon and Elena will do EVERYTHING in her power to piss Stefan off enough to knock some sense into him.

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Who is Tris?

Tris is an original character that developed by me, Tracy (the girl behind the doe eyes-- get it ;p) and was a part of the Post Apocalyptic Group Project on Roleplayer.me in 2015-2016. The group was run by two of my very good friends but due to both owners leaving roleplay for a sabbatical, the group died. However, Tris still remains one of my favorite characters that I have roleplayed in this place. She was lively and completely different then myself because of how dynamic she was as a character. There were so many layers that I was unable to peel off and dig under the surface. After I rediscovered the storylines I had saved, I contacted one of the owners (Levi). He was my big brother and I had this intense need to finis this storyline so I asked if he would like to continue the story. He agreed! So now… Tris is a side-character that I will only be writing with those people who were within the group here on tumblr until Levi and I flush out the storyline enough to develop the story into a novel.

What is Project V?

It all started with Project V- a government approved plan created as a means to raise more money for the United States government. The plan was simple enough; deadly, even. But that's why they had a back up plan when it came to Project V.

A chemically produced virus was created. It was unleashed as an airborne toxin starting first in Salem, Massachusetts with the simple task of infected the town's inhabitants. They symptoms had been intended to appear deadly, causing those infected to become severely ill. The government would take "fast action" and come up with a cure within a couple of week's time. Of course, there was a reason for all of this to happen. The cure would be costly. Many lives would be lost, but at least those fortunate enough to afford the cure would continue to carry on and survive this epidemic.

But this never happened. Sure, the toxin was released and it took effect within hours. But those infected didn't become sick. They became volatile. People began fighting one another, no matter what state they were in. Most fights resulted in deaths. And if you were infected and dodged being killed by another? You would certainly bite the bullet in a matter of days. The infected were either killed by another, or killed by the virus that began this madness.

And as for the cure? Well, the genius behind the cure, Marcus Whittman, stole it and ran after he realized the government had no intention of giving his fair cut at a profit. It was all about the money. The people we should be able to trust with our lives have let us down for a piece of paper. The world as we know it is coming to a rapid end. You can try to run and hide. But once you become infected, all hope is lost for you. It's either kill or be killed. Unless someone can find the one who holds the cure.

We're all bestowed upon with one task: survive. And if you can survive long enough? Maybe there's a chance that humanity can be saved.

Damn Angel

FULL NAME: Beatrice Clarke Levinson.

ALIAS: Tris

BIRTHPLACE: Boston, MA

DOB: 03.26.1995

AGE: Twenty-Two.

SPECIES: Human.

STATUS: Not Infected.

ROMANCE: Will Bowman.

PERSONALITY: Sassy, Classy and a hella lot Smartassy. Has a wall in place to protect herself, but once you break through, the silly little girl smiles back at you. Only her brothers have gotten that far.

FAMILY TREE: Janine Levinson (mother), Frederick Levinson (father), Agatha Levinson (step-mother), Eugene Levinson (brother), Jude Levinson (brother).

Biography

The world is a crazy place. You have people fighting to find their position in this large and vast landscape that for some reason isn’t all that it was cracked up to be. See this world used to be a place where the rich got richer and the poorest of poor remained in the gutters of society… but that all changed with a virus. Project V to be more precise; a government-created mishap (sorta) that propelled a change in the lifestyle of every individual that it met along the way. The rich weren’t at the top of the food chain, instead, those who survived were the ones who made it out of the darkness and into the light. How do I know? Out of the catacombs of darkness, I was one of the few who managed to make it up into the light of day.

My name is Tris Levinson. The green eyed and carrot-topped, spitfire of a 22 year old girl… who for all intense and purposes, is stuck in a infected-land warzone where the only way to live, was to survive.

My brother, Eugene, the oldest of us three children, used to tell me stories along with our other brother Jude about what life was like before mama died. Before her life was taken in order so I, the child she died for during childbirth, could live. They would wrap me up in my princess blanket and talk about how Fredrick and Janine Levinson, were like those parents you saw on the television. The ones who went to every recital, football and soccer game, and school function. The ones who tucked you in and not a night would pass by without their mother singing them a lullaby and their father kissing them on the forehead goodnight. How Janine, was the heart of their home and how the baby that she carried in her belly was the daughter that she always dreamed of having. Her little Beatrice Clarke Levinson, she said, “was the apple of my eye.”

Back then it felt like a fairy-tale and dream that couldn’t possibly be true. How could their father be like the fathers on the telly, when all I have ever known was the raging drunk who always looked at me with scorn and underlying hatred? The man who during his drunk driven fits would take out his anger and frustration on Eugene, and sometimes even Jude. Yet, because of Eugene was the over-protective big brother that he was, he always stepped in the line of fire before my sperm-donor of a father could lay a finger on me. During those days of our childhood, I had to do what Eugene told me over and over as my little fingers were squeezing the life out of Jude’s hand, “Don’t piss him off, Tris. Don’t get into his way. Everything will be okay.”

Everything was okay for a while. Although my father never acted like it around my brothers, I had grown used to the insulting remarks he whispered in my ear every time I was in his reach. He blamed me for taking my mother’s life. I killed her. But really the thing that really made him hate me; that I had the damn nerve to look exactly like his redheaded angel.

to be continued…

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Fireball: 2015

A low hum fell from her lips, her body quivering as she felt the soft featherlike touches trail from her cheek and down the center of her breasts. Her body felt on fire as she gripped the silky strands tight, her lips moving in sync with the ones moving against her own as she pressed closer in the confines of the darkened room. Flipping them with ease, her lips attached to the skin at the base of the sweaty sweet skin, sucking as she moved down low. Moving slowly, she felt more than heard the vibrations of the growl beneath her, looking up as the person decided to flip them once more attacking Charlotte’s skin with a vengeance making the auburn haired girls lips parting in a moan.

The lips moved up her skin once more as she made her way up Charlotte’s cheek and to her ear, as she heard the raspy voice moan, “You can dream all you want, love…” nibbling on Charlotte’s earlobe before the voice grew harsh, “But I’ll never be yours!” The tender hand that filled her would so much fire was suddenly wrapping around her neck and choking her tightly as Charlotte struggled beneath her meeting Angel’s eyes. Her mate’s grip grew tighter, “Angel--- Ple-ple-easee –“ she choked out, tears forming in her eyes. She tried to remove her grip, her airway growing tighter, her breathing hard to manage. “Angel, can't save you now..." the voice changed as the doe eyes she met before slowly became darker. The female's form transforming until a sinister smile grew over the man's face. "You are mine, Charlie Girl..." Zaneville smirked at her his strength around her neck...

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Charlotte sat up quickly on her bed. Her breathing heavy as sweat formed over her forehead. She raised her hand to her neck, struggling to catch her breath as tears fell from her eyes. No longer was she in that darkened room that was in the crevice of her mind. Instead, she was back in her own bed, shivering from fear as it engulfed her. The nightmares came in a vengeance, filling her thoughts and dreams at night like a plague. Running her fingers through her hair, Charlotte closed her eyes, her heart pounding faster than even in her wolf state. Gently, her hand rubbed her throat as she tried to breathe. Calm down. Forget that dreadful smirk that was branded in her mind.

The soft hand that touched her shoulder caused the girl to jump in shock. Her head turning swiftly as she backed away expecting it to be Zanesville once more, instead, she met eyes identical to her own. “Carolina…” she whispers, her hand moving to her chest over her beating heart as she moved the hair from over her face. “God damn, Care!” Closing as she began to calm, she felt her sister moving closer to her once more and without preamble pulling Charlotte into her arms whispering, “You’re okay… you’re safe Char,” over and over until Charlotte felt the tense muscles in her body begin to calm. Listening to the soothing words of her sister’s voice. To think that a few months ago she never even knew she had a twin sister, and now here she was being embraced as she woke up from a nightmare . . . her grip on Carolina’s arm tightened as she took a deep breath before pulling away.

“Did you see…” Charlotte’s voice cracked as she looked back into eyes that mirrored her own. All Carolina did was nod her head as Charlotte let out a sigh and a soft “I’m sorry for waking you.” The twins shared a gift. Well at most times it was a gift. A link, a mind link to be exact connected the two sisters the moment they met and touched for the first time. They could feel the other’s feelings and hear the other’s thoughts, in both their human and in their wolf forms. When they ran together it was in sync. If one were upset, almost always Carolina, Charlotte would not be too far away. At night, however, with nightmares visiting Charlotte every night, was the only time she hated it. Well that and whenever Yorker was around her sister and that other one. Tonight wasn’t the first time that Carolina had awoken from sleep because of Charlotte’s dreams. Well… nightmares. Only this time, it was the first time that Angel was the star of the show. Leaving Charlotte with a bigger mind fuck then before. It hurt like hell and Carolina knew it. “Don’t be.” Her twin whispered as Charlotte gave her sister a weak smile, getting off the bed and shrugging on a pair of shorts, and a blouse.

Slipping her feet into her heels, she turned away from her sister and picked up her hair tie, tying her read strands up into a loose ponytail. Standing on her feet she looked back to her sister, the wall falling in place that hid her vulnerability as she gave her a bright smile. “I’m gonna go for a walk. I’ll be back in the morning.” Charlotte smiled again as she picked up her purse and walked to the door only to stop when she heard her sister’s voice speak softly, “You should tell them.” The words hanging in the air, Charlotte’s feet glued to the floor as she listened. “You should tell Indiana about your nightmares. He could help you, and I know you don’t want to Char, but I think you should tell An– “ Charlotte turned and cut her sister off, “No,” the word firm leaving no room for argument. There was no way in this land or the next that she was going to tell Angel about her dreams. Los Angeles was her mate and Charlotte would be damned if a word of how bad she was hurt passed her lips to her mate only for Angel to hurt more. Not going to happen. She couldn’t do that. Ever.

As Carolina nodded, Charlotte realized that her wall dropped and Carolina heard each thought as they passed. Understanding fully well where Charlotte was coming from, but hating that her sister had a valid reason, which made Charlotte give her sister a more genuine smile. “My burden to bare love.” Smiling once more before opening up the door and walking out into the night. The cool breeze blowing over her form as Charlotte walked toward the street, away from the complex where the pack called their home. Biting her bottom lip as she moved quickly, not wanting to run into anyone when all Charlotte really needed was a strong drink and a place where she didn’t need to think.

The streetlights glowed as she moved swiftly down the sidewalk. The rustling of the leaves filled her ears, as the cool air blew against her dark auburn hair has her arms wrapped around her waist. It was midnight. That twilight hour where the day folk would rest their heads and close their eyes, as the monsters came out to play. Rhetorically, speaking of course. Another gust of wind blew through her hair, causing the blue-eyed girl to shiver slightly. Seeing the Moonlight Bar just up ahead, she tried to reign in her thoughts as she pushed open the door, walking out of the night air and into one that smelled of smoke and booze. The sounds of people talking, the young adults laughing and a person singing karaoke on stage.

Her heels tapped against the wooden floor, tucking her hair behind her ear as she slipped into the stool at the bar. A few wolf whistles blowing as she passed, which she ignored. Despite not having any makeup on and just in a pair of red boots, denim short shorts, and a flowy top… Charlotte looked gorgeous. But she had no time for any of them; all she needed was one thing. Tapping her fingers on the bar counter top, Kieran, the part time bartender looked up. Catching her gaze he nodded at her as he poured a glass of bourbon neat, sliding it over to her without any words, already knowing that it was her regular drink. Giving him a smile and a wink, her slim fingers picked up the cool glass tumbler. Watching as the liquid swirled as she shook the glass around in a circle before she raised it to her rosy lips. The liquid stung as is slipped down her throat. 

Closing her eyes and welcoming the feel she turned in her stool and watched as the person on stage end their song, the mc walking up on the stage as he called out for the ‘lucky star who will grace us at Moonlight tonight!’ the corny line causing a little laugh to fall for her lips just as she heard a smooth voice near her ear say, “the first who laughs, is automatically the next contestant, love.” Her eyes turning to meet the dazzling blue, her eyebrow rising as she tilted her head a little. “And why should I listen to you?” His eyes had a mischievous twinkle in them as he looked at her a once over and landing on her drink. “Because, as owner of the bar, I can make sure that glasses stays topped off with no charge to you. And you look like you could use a good pick me up.”

Her eyes widened in surprise as he looked at her with a kind smile, “so what do you say Miss..” he trailed off not knowing her name. Looking between him and the stage she just realized how quiet the room had gotten. Everyone looking at the two of them, Charlotte just realized there was a light shining on her from the stage. Looking back to him she saw him raise a challenging brow, “what do you have to lose?” The thought came swiftly to her as she hopped off the stool, downing her drink and shoving the empty glass into his hands as she said over his shoulder, “Nothing… And it’s Silverina...” Her fingers fiddling with the necklace along her neck as she played with the inscription of that name. A name that she knew was her own, but didn’t have an inkling of a memory about. Not looking back at the man she looked up as the MC said “let’s give miss Silverina a round of applause” never realizing the way the man behind her followed her with his eyes with interest.

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Hex Girls: Part 4

My response comes here to close up the storyline.

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Hex Girls: Part 3

"Don't be afraid of the dark, the dark is nothing to fear."

The girl seemed shy and scared at best but Aaron decided to ignore that and move in to grasp her hand with a warm smile. Her red lipstick stretched with her lips. Widening her hues slightly as she felt the change in temperature. She pulled it off cool with a flip of her hair from her free hand. The blonde pushed herself up from the mossy ground. Aaron swallowed, "Your family?" She questioned peeking at the head stone behind her. It read Norris than she turned her head toward the one across from them. Which read Gilbert, she c*cked her eyebrow twisting around to look at Elena. "Elena....Norris, no no you even LOOK like a Gilbert." Aaron stumbled over her words. Realizing what she had just done. Over looked the pain of her family's death in order to make a joke. 

Aaron politely apologized, leaning against the angel sculpture. The blonde managed to pull a small smile upon her plum red lips. "How did they die?" Her hand pointed toward the Gilbert grave. "You don't have to tell me. I just ask because I lost my parents too." Aaron bit her lower lip almost hard enough to bring blood. "They left us, all alone." She mumbled. "I don't miss my dad much." She continued pressing her lips firmly together wiggling her lips attempting to keep the burning from her eyes, the tears to fall. She refused it. "My mom is a different story." It almost began to feel hot in the area that Aaron was standing. "...not this." She mumbled, another blackout.....

The smell of burnt hair nothing Aaron ever liked, and fabric, leather was even worse. The blonde's eyes opened to the heat the orange flames. "Momma!" Her voice cracked calling for the woman. "Mom." She coughed her lungs filling with smoke yet again. It was like a nightmare, it still was. Burned into her mind. Aaron's weak frame stood up from the bed grabbing the door handle. She quickly jumped back rubbing her now red hot hand. The blonde raced to the window, trying to unlatch it. She noticed someone watching the fire. Aaron's hair stood up on the back of her neck. "Dear god, what is happening?" Her tiny fingers fiddled with the latch until she noticed the floor beginning to burn in her room Aaron grabbed the lamp that had set on her night stand since she turned 13 slamming it into the window. The glass flying everywhere. Aaron knocked what she could out with the lamp shade. Slowly slide out onto the roof of the house. Her eyes began to shut, her lungs felt like sand paper. "Mommy." She whispered as her eyes fell closed, passing out from the smoke and heat. 

"And when I woke up all these really hot firemen were all around me. I was in the grass and well my parents were all burned up, gone, dead...poof. It was like they never existed, actually it was like I didn't either. Course all my stuff burned up and my house back in Tennessee was empty since we were in the process of moving to New Orleans." Aaron went on, slowly twirling a piece of her short blonde hair. The black blended nicely with her golden locks almost as if they represented her singed hair, or the black spots inside her soul. Even her mind had blackness, holes where she couldn't remember things or just things she blocked out. Aaron Blackburn was a mystery, not just to others but to herself. "Yeah I used to have longggggg long long hair like down to my ass but it got burnt so I'm stuck with this....nightmare, although I kinda like it. What do you think?" Aaron done a little spin with a laugh stopping on her flat feet she felt like a fairy with her hair cut, just like Tinkerbell. 

Aaron wasn't actually sure why but she felt compelled to tell this girl her story, her life, the ups and downs she had faced since her parents kicked the bucket. She went on about her uncle Eric and the mental ward. She left out everything involving Damon and Kai for some reason she felt like it would of been a bad idea. The blonde smiled a real smile for the very first time in a while as she tilted her head toward the book in the brunette's hand. "Are you a writer?" Aaron's crimson lips slipped into a half grin. "I write a little too...mostly lyrics or poems." She explained. A creek from the gate nearly made Aaron jump out of her skin. She took a deep breath. "You-whooooo Aaron." A male's voice called. 

The blonde groaned, "I have to go but you'll be here tomorrow right? I've got something to give you." She grinned dashing off toward the sound of a familiar voice,...not just one too Aaron but to Elena. "Where's my piece of pie girly?" Kai's lips curled up to see his white teeth as he laughed. Aaron huffed, twisting past him and the iron gate. His hand grasped the back of her shirt. "Did you get any new information for me today?" She swatted at his hand, "Noooo...have you figured out the spell to bring my mother back?" He just smiled that sick psychopathic smile. Aaron shook her head with a roll of her eyes.

Kai walked Aaron home - well to her new home inside the Salvatore's boarding house. Kai Parker was a horrible person, but Aaron attempted to look past it...As she did for the male on the steps with his arms folded annoyingly toward the couple. Kai brushed his fingers over her cheek gave her wink and he was gone. "You always hang around with such sh*tty people?" Aaron rolled her eyes "sourvamp." The blonde inhaled making her way up the steps, Damon grabbed her arm. "I mean it Aaron the dude is bad news." She nodded. "Okay. Can I go now daddy?" She teased he let her go, but not before giving her one of his constipated looking faces. Damon always looked horrible when he was mad. Aaron avoided him, and went straight to her room. 

The room Damon provided for her was small but big enough for a girl her age. The blonde plopped down on her bed, reaching under the mattress for her journal. Stefan had so kindly given to her. She flipped the page to a blank one slipping the pen from the slot in the spine of the book. She began to write:

"I don't even really know who I can trust anymore. I know Damon has his own motives for keeping me around, but so does Kai. So where do I really belong? It's like I'm lost in a corn maze endlessly looking for a way out. Which in this game the only way out is death, and I've already tried that....once." Aaron bit her pen chewing on the cap a little. "I met this girl she seems a lot like me, actually. Has no family hangs out in graveyards...sounds alot like me actually." Aaron smirked,"she's pretty too, I just have this funny feeling when she touched me. Like she wasn't really there but she was I touched her. I guess things aren't always what they same. Huh?" 

The blonde shut the book tucking it under her mattress. Stripping off each piece of clothing until she was in just pink panties, she snatched the men's T-shirt hanging from the bed's headboard and slipped that over her head. Resting her head into the pillow she fell into a deep slumber. 

Aaron didn't go back to the graveyard until late the next night. The fog had already begun to make the creepy area more spooky than it had been the previous night. "Elena?!" Aaron shouted slipping through the iron gate. A couple of corpse peeked their decaying heads out from their resting place. "Go back to sleep guys." Aaron mumbled walking past them invitation in hand for Aaron's graduation party. "Elena!" The blonde walked toward the Gilbert grave but she was no where to be found. The blonde sighed, resting her hand on top of the gravestone......She seriously wish she hadn't. Elena had died, almost. But her parents drowned Aaron saw it all. "Two girls, fire and water. How ironic."

  "What is in the darkness is a completely different story."

[alittledangerx]

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Hex Girls: Part 2

Little clouds of fog lifted up from the ground as the lights of the town were a dim glow of a background through the trees as if this little area was untouched by the madness that little Mystic Falls had fallen prey to. The cool breeze of the dark night causing little goosebumps to course her skin as the girl walked. Abandoned by the world, St. Vincent's cemetery was quiet with a simple blur of headstones and shrubbery that had been built up from years of negligence. Soft squishing sounds emerged from the young woman as she walked past row after row of stone structures. Taking deep and slow breaths, as she made her way toward the willow tree, the grip on the little book in her hand tightening. Stopping as she looked down at the plots below, she read the names of each of her family members... "Jonathan Gilbert, Jenna Sommers, Miranda and Greyson Gilbert...Jeremy Gilbe-" she paused as she looked down at her little brother's stone. The one that held no body but still read "Brother and Friend? What genius came up with that one?" Her voice was soft as a small smile pulled at the corner of her lips. It had been a while since she thought about that night, her body slowly lowering to the ground as she rest her back against the tree. 

Raising her legs to rest the book against, she slowly flipped through the pages as she watched page after page, date after date float away until she reached the next blank page. The last two blank pages of her book. Her fingers gently played with the grass as she let out a little sigh, her body feeling a little more weight on it as realized speaking with a whisper "The end of the road." Elena shook her head as she ran her fingers along the words she had written about a month prior, attempting to save as much space as she could until she reached the journal's end. "Guess I should ask you to tell Jeremy, thank you for putting this... in the coffin for me, huh mom?" Looking up to the grave stone as she took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a second. Remembering her brother holding her hand and jumping into her memory...saying goodbye. Somehow between the time he held her hand and walked away, Jeremy slipped in a fresh journal with a short message in his terrible handwriting.

When you are ready to start your next adventure, Sis... just pretend you are talking to me when you write in here.I will always be with you Lena. I'll just have to save the bugging for the afterlife ;)

Love You, Jer.

"Since I am probably never going to see his face again," she opened her eyes and looked up into the skye, wondering where her little brother was. What kind of life he was living... if he ever got married ... had kids? "You know, sometimes when it's quiet like this I remember when we were little. You and dad would be away at one of those conventions. Jenna would be watching a trashy rom com on the television downstairs as me and Jer were in our rooms asleep. It had stormed once, really bad. There was lightening, and the thunder was so loud it felt like the house was shaking. Within the next five minutes, probably less... Little footsteps would be running through our bathroom and I swear the kid was a ninja when he ducked under the covers of my bed. Going straight for my teddy bear and staying close to me until we both fell back asleep." Looking back to the plots she tilted her head to the side a little and whispers, "What kind of sister am I, that I don't even know if he is dead or alive? How is that even right or fair." Her fingers gripped the grass tightly as she talked.

No one had known that the spell that Kai placed on Elena, put her corporeal form in a immortal slumber until her best friend died but never contained her soul. She was awake, while her body was stuck. She was able to touch and move things, but she couldn't speak to anyone. Because of the seal that Bonnie placed not only on the Salvatore Tomb, but another on the entire cemetery, keeping all supernatural beings from being to enter the place, Elena couldn't even wander the rest of the town. What kept the bad out, also kept her locked inside. There was nothing she could do about that. She watched day after day the town fall apart from the gates of the cemetery. The one person who could have seen her, had left right after he said his goodbye to his sister. The ones that she wished to see and speak to were here one moment and gone the next. However some nights, when Matt's police car would drive through town, hearing the screams and sirens from within, she would look up to that clock tower and see someone there. Looking over the town. God knew how much she wished he could have seen her too... but that was a long time a go. She hadn't seen that shadow in quite some time... in a year to be exact.

Knowing that this would be the last piece of paper that she would be able to write, she thought about what she wanted to say before slowly moving her pen across the page:

- - - - - -Dear Jeremy,

Even though I know you will never read this, I know that if I see you in the future you will be different. Probably have a family of your own, and ready to die of old age. You had told me that you had done everything that you wanted to do in life. That you lived it to the fullest. I'd like to believe that. You are my baby brother. How could I not wish for that? But Jeremy, if you could read this I would like to tell you something... something that you need to know.

All of this time that I had spent away from you, not a day had gone by that I didn't miss you. That when you were holding my hand in the casket... Jeremy I was holding the hand you held to the side in a grip as soon as you came from my mind, I was standing beside you and until you walked away without looking back. I didn't realize you could hear me when I said that I loved you bubba. . . until you said, "right back at yah big sis..." just as you walked out that door. But it was too late. You were gone. And no one would ever know that I was trapped in this in between... Being alive but not fully living... Stuck in this cemetery... missing you... my friends... Damon... 

Jer it was so weird watching him walk away... After he said goodbye, I was out of my mind and beside him, he was walking out the door and when I moved to follow him ... I banged into the casket. It moved. But the door was already closed. I was trapped. I had opened up the casket... not believing this was real and found the journal right next to my hand. The journal and a pen.

I tried you know? Tried to keep it from filling up... spacing out how long I went without writing in it...but I guess time doesn't wait forever. Everything comes to an end. It seems fitting though that the end of this journal is today. Today of all days...And Jer? I want to tell you thank you. Thank you for being the annoying pain in the butt little brother. Because no matter how big or old you get... I will still remember hugging you tightly during a thunderstorm.

Thank you for keeping me sane for these years of my solitude Jeremy.I love you, Bubba.

xoxo, LenaMay 14th, 2025

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Closing the diary one last time, Elena wiped a tear that was falling from her eye, closing her eyes before more could follow. Ten years. It had been ten years since the spell. Ten years since she had said goodbye to her loved ones. Ten years since...-BAM! 

Elena jerked back as she saw the other girl fall forward, landing in the pile of leaves after tripping over Elena's...wait! 'What?! Did that girl just trip over me or am I finally losing my mind?' Elena thought to herself as she watched the girl scramble back, and began to ramble... a lot. Like the way Caroline used to ramble when she did something wrong. A little smile began to form over Elena's lips until she stopped...this had to be a figment of her imagination. There was absolutely no way that this girl was speaking to her. Turning her head back and forth, looking around, she didn't notice anyone only... "You still creep me out." she mumbled to the angel that the girl...Aaron? Is that what she said her name was?...had been staring at before turning back to the girl and seeing her hand stick out toward her. Not knowing what to do or what to say, honestly completely curious if this was real or an illusion, she decided to play along. There was nothing better for her to do now that the journal was filled to the brim. "I'm Elena..." she whispered as she reached out and grasped the other girl's hand, gasping a little under her breath as she felt the warm hand against her cold one. "I'm visiting my family..." her brown eyes met the girl's light blue. And it was official. I have completely lost my mind.

[alittledangerx]

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Hex Girls: Part 1

"The unknown is never really unknown it's always there. you just have to look for it."

"This party blows." The blonde began to mumble as she press her blue solo cup to her lips taking a giant swig of what seemed to be a blue vodka punch mixed with a bit of rum and moonshine. Could of knocked anyone on their ass, but Aaron seemed to handle it pretty well until her nose curled in disgust to the liquid burning her young throat. She swore glancing around the totally insane party scanning the room for her friends whom she noticed was being lead up stairs by a male who seemed a little bit more interested in a make out session. Aaron slowly made her way back to the kitchen to grab another cup of poison. Bumping into girls - boys, it didn't even matter they were all started to look the same as Aaron pushed on it seemed like the kitchen just kept getting further and further. Her heels clicking onto the hard wood floor and suddenly it seemed she was in an empty room.The blonde gaze flickered from wall to wall as she realized she was in the same house but how could everyone just disappear like that? The blue and yellow flowered wall paper taunted her in laughter, no there was laughter echoing from what seemed to be the living room. She could still hear the music, the laughter, the glup of drinks but her vision was fixed upon the room with a single rocking chair. Aaron's face twisted up in a worrisome way as to what she was about to face. Another dead body, another ghost, another lost soul? Aaron wasn't even sure, her black combat boots carried her deeper into the room toward the wooden piece of furniture whom now seemed to be rocking all on it's own. "Hello..." The blonde whispered almost fearful. Aaron exhaled a huff of frustration and fear, as she did she noticed the smoke poring from her mouth. It had turned icy cold Aaron's gray-blue eyes moved around the room quicker. Instead of moving forward toward the feelings that gravitated her toward the chair she begun to back away. That was a smart move, Aaron's shoulder crashed into another person and the entire room filled up with people. The music began to boom once again and she was no longer alone in this house. The girl apologized, but Aaron would of rather thanked her for her sudden sharp hit to her shoulder for it woke her from a fearful situation. "I need some air." Aaron whispered to herself, making her way out of the party house and down the drive away. She didn't stop there she began to walk...home. Well...her new home. She wasn't even sure she could call it home. A small blue house where her uncle took her in. The thing was she didn't even know him, and he didn't know her..Even if he was trying his hardest to get her to open up to him. She never would, that house was not her home. This town was just another city full of dead...and she was just another lost soul crying for someone to give a damn. The night air helped clear her head as she closed her eyes making her way quietly down the street toward what she believed was her house. The booze still running threw out her veins she decided to move onto the grass to wall. Dragging her feet in the dirt. "I mean how can I even control this if I can't even get drunk...and avoid the dead. I mean how is that fair." Aaron glanced up to the stars. "I MEAN WHY DID YOU EVEN GIVE ME THIS F***ING GIFT IF I CAN'T SEE MY OWN PARENTS?" She shouted, throwing her hands in the air. Drunk and frustrated, a car zoomed past and Aaron found herself stumbling over onto the ground. She layed there in silence for a moment. Almost wishing the car had hit her, that this horrible life would be over. That this would be the last breath she would ever take...but it wasn't. Black outs had been happening to her since the fire. Which would explain why the next time she opened her eyes she was standing in front of what looked like Mystic Falls on personal graveyard. Aaron exhaled a huff of frustration and fear catching her eyes on a figure raising from a gravestone. It's body half decayed and burnt up like it had been killed in a car accident, his guts still peeking out from his stomach. Her eyes quickly moved away, she begged her feet not to move toward the gates...but her skinny pale pink fingers couldn't help but move the iron gate to the side as she slipped in and the rush of magic filled her soul. Dark spirits, good spirits it didn't matter she could feel each pain, each tear, each happy memory. Aaron inhaled closing her eyes to calm herself force control, and focus on one stone. She walked row by row by row. She began to realize most of these people weren't dead at all, it seemed like Mystic Falls didn't even need their own necromancer someone else was already raising the dead. It was darker than she would of liked as she walked past a willow tree some stone angels staring at her as if to say get out you do not belong here. Aaron's eyes glued to the glazed over eyes of the beautiful angel.BAM, she was flat on her back scrabbling backward into a near by headstone. She caught the whites of a girl's eyes. "I...I..I didn't s-s-see you. I'm so sorry!" Aaron almost shouted, but quickly dropped her head. "I thought I was the only...living person here." Aaron swallowed, "I mean!" She began to ramble collecting her words. "I mean I thought I was the only person visiting the grave yard this late." She nodded reassuring herself that it was the correct way of speaking. Aaron honestly thought she sounded like an idiot. "What are you doing here?" Her head moved to the side as she caught the girl's pale face. Her brunette hair hanging in her face, almost reminded her of herself. "I'm Aaron." She slowly moved forward shoving out her hand.  

"But once you look, you may never get a normal life again."

[alittledangerx]

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Crazy in Blood: Part 3

" When you leave I’m begging you not to go.  I call your name two or three times in a row... "

Her heart was thundering in her chest as she stared into his eyes, pleading with her soft brown eyes for him to not do what was set in motion. “Damon… Aaron doesn’t deserve to die,” Elena rose her petite fingers to his smooth skin, feeling the faint tingling of his stubble against her fingers as she held him closer to her. Her heart knew what would happen if he went through with it. She knew very well that for once her mind and her heart were on the same track. If Damon were to kill Aaron, he would lose her. Her heart and her soul were intertwined so deeply with his own, but her morals and that code she for so long forsaken because of this man in front of her wouldn’t let this go. This mysterious stranger who came in through her life like the storm that raged out door, the blinding force of him, giving her the strength to be whom she was today. She couldn��t abandon them now. It wasn’t right; it wasn’t fair to her friend that had been nothing but kind and understanding toward her.  How could she do that to him? How could she willingly step aside and let the man she loved murder an innocent. “He did nothing wrong Damon,” she whispered at his words, completely torn as she pulled him closer into her frame. “The only fault he has was being born into a bloodline of monstrous people who tortured you…” her fingers raising to cup his own cheek. “He has been punished enough Damon. His entire family is GONE!” she exclaimed as she sat before him turning his face to look into his own eyes, “You succeeded in your revenge. You wiped that entire family clean, Damon.  Do I agree with your decision on that? No. God, no. But do I understand why you would want their bloodline to suffer after that promise you made…” takes a deep breathe as she nodded her head, “Baby, I understand.” The soft rasp of her voice broke at the end as she felt more tears well behind her eyes as she looked into his crystalized hues, “But, no more.” Biting her bottom lip as she sucked in a breath, “No more killing. No more pain to a family who has suffered enough for the mistake of One. ONE DAMON! One person hurt you, and you destroyed the rest for generation upon generation. Don’t you understand?” she stood with him as she turned his face toward her when he turned away once more. “If the descendants of one,” holds up one finger “is to pay the price of the few in each family… why am I still alive Damon.” Hearing his words on having to do something she pulled him back to her as she shook her head and held him close to her, taking his hand and placing it over her heart. “My heart shouldn’t be beating right now.” The tone of Elena’s voice barely above a whisper as she knew how the words would impact him, her eyes locked with his. She wasn’t an idiot. The hurt and turmoil in his eyes as he looked at her, she knew he loathed the pain she was going through. It wasn’t hard to see how torn he was between the doing the right thing, and what was ingrained in him to do. Only thing Elena could do was pray that she could change his mind. “My father was one of those doctors Damon. I am a descendant of one of the cruelest minds in the universe. One hurting vampires in the name of protection of humankind, and the other, the vindictive woman who just wanted to have a good time and ruin the good in your life. Stefan’s life. Killing countless beings alike.” Pausing as the fingers holding his laced with his slowly holding his palm to her heart, “Baby, if the punishment of those crimes is death to all those in the bloodline. Why am I still alive?” The storm outside continued to blaze. The rain, thunder and lightening flashing as the old boarding house creaked with the movements of the wind. The two lone figures before the fire stared into each other’s eyes, battling for the right and unknowingly to Damon, battling for their relationship that Elena would be left with no choice but to break and the likeliness of that happening was becoming more and more real. It was killing her. The thought of letting him go and losing the man that she loved more than her own life, because it would be wrong and immoral to stay. To let their love grow over the blood of a man. A friend. Her heart was breaking with every second that passed. Her lips parted slightly, knowing fully well that she probably looked like a mess. The warmth of his knuckles felt like sudden yet at the same time, through her eyes it was as if it were in slow motion. The sounds of the winds behind them, the storm, the old house… it all faded away. She closed her eyes as she tried to memorize the way he touched her, his forehead touching hers as his knuckles brushed over the smoothness of her cheek. Her throat closed up as more tears grew in her eyes. The plush red lip quivered as she bit down into it, her cheek, falling into his hand. “I have to go do something now,” she heard him whisper, her heart clenching at the words.  Keeping her eyes closed as her fingers squeezed together in a fist, her nails digging into the palm of her hand, “Please don’t follow me,” her heart shattered at the words realizing what it meant. “I’ll be back soon.” Her eyes opened as she felt his hand pull away, the soft sob she was fighting back as she watched him walking away from her, making it’s way passed her lips. She knew she had to say it. The words on the tip of her tongue as she watched his blue jeans, his leather jacket. The way his hair was always a mess, every inch of him. Trying to engrave it in her heart for ever as she whispered just as she heard him reach the door, “If you walk out that door…” her words breaking as a tear fell out the corner of her eye “I won’t be here when you come back…”

[alittledangerx]

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Crazy in Blood: Part 2

“If we act like prey, they’ll act like predators” Groaning, Damon turned over on his side. Tugging the pillow over his head, the soft fabric was pulled down hard trying to drown out the annoying sound of his brother rambling on about something that he would probably have to help fix soon or later. Elena was already up, he could also hear her voice downstairs, which caused him to smile slightly to himself. After a few moments passed, he grumbled a string of non-coherent words to himself, peaking out to the clock on the night stand. Reading what time it was, he finally decided to pull himself out of bed. Rising to his feet, his arms lifted up as he stretched. Closing the distance that was between him and the restroom, he walked into the small room. Bending down slightly, just enough to turn on the water he began to strip what little clothing was covering his muscular frame. Tossing them to the side, the shower stall began to steam as the water temperature reached the level he wanted. Pulling back the glass sliding door, he stepped into the steaming stall. Allowing the water to beat against his back, his fingers ran through his short raven locks. After enjoying the hot water for a few minutes, he continued to take his shower. Picking up the soap, he lathered up his wash rag. Running the drenched fabric along his body, he washed off the night before. After rinsing the soap from his body, he picked up the shampoo washing his hair. After a total of twenty minutes had passed, he had the water shut back off. Once again the glass door was pulled out as he stepped out of the stall. Reaching over to the marble counter, he grabbed the off white towel that was lying on it. The fabric was ran all over his tan skin drying himself off. Wrapping the towel loosely around his waist, he made his way back into the bedroom. Walking over to his dresser, Damon pulled out the attire that he was going to wear for the way. Which was the normal attire. Just a pair of dark jeans, accompanied by a black shirt. Gathering up his clothes, he tugged up his jeans, buttoning the button on them. Tugging the shirt over his head, he glanced in the mirror once he as fully dressed. Running his fingers through his messy locks, he gave himself an approving smirk. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he put on his shoes. Once he was ready, he inhaled sharply, bracing himself for the mayhem that was accruing in the lower part of the Salvatore boarding house. After walking down the winding staircase, his bright blue hues rolled. Stefan was rather annoying, and he couldn't get out of the house fast enough. Grabbing his black leather jacket that was hanging by the front door, he slipped it over his shoulders. Lucky for him, no one acknowledged that he had came downstairs. Probably because Stefan was too absorbed in his own drama to notice. Picking up his keys, Damon slipped out of the front door. Walking to his car, he pulled open the drivers seat door sticking the keys in to start the engine. Hearing his car come to low roar caused the corner of his lips to turn up into a grin. How he loved this car. Pulling it into reverse, he pulled out of the Salvatore driveway and onto the main highway that would lead him straight into the small town called Mystic Falls. Upon entering the small town limits, he had met up with Enzo. Enzo was the only person that knew about Damon. That knew what had happened to him, and he planned on keeping it that way. Damon had the ripper virus buried deep within him. No one knew about this, but Enzo himself. He had been working hard to try and find a cure, but for Damon? Nothing was working. It seemed as if he was stuck with it, with no way out this time. Damon had learned, and had the will to control himself most of the time. But there was a reason why no one had been with him, while he fed since he had returned from Hell. Upon meeting up with Enzo, he had filled him in on where Aaron was. As he explained everything, he could feel his phone continue to go off in his pocket. He knew it was Elena, and he knew she was trying to figure out what he was up to. Reaching into the front pocket of his jeans, he pulled out his phone, and ran the pads of his fingers along the keypad returning a quick text. "This will have to wait. I'll be back in a few hours." He explained to Enzo rather quickly as he turned on his heels and headed back towards his car. He wasn't too far from the boarding house, which meant it didn't take him long to return back. Once he did, he parked his car in it's normal parking spot and quickly climbed out heading inside. Once he pushed open the large oak doors, he called out for Elena. Hearing no response, caused his brows to furrow slightly. Walking into the parlor, he found her sunk to her knees with her arms wrapped around her small frame as she hugged herself. Sighing to himself, he sunk down to her level, cupping her face between his hands. Seeing the tears start to flow, his head shook. "Elena, you don't understand.." Her words pained him. He wanted to do the right thing, but he knew he couldn't. Aaron was already on his radar, and with the ripper virus as strong as it was he knew he wouldn't be able to control himself the next time that he saw him. Knowing this, prevented him from making Elena the promise that she wanted to hear. Which was that he wouldn't harm Aaron. Brushing his knuckles along her cheekbone, his hands dropped as he rose to his feet. "I have to go do something." His hunger was growing stronger, and he needed to feed. Inhaling sharply to maintain his control, he reached down pulling Elena up to his level. "Please don't follow me. I'll be back soon." Giving her a forced smile, he hated to leave her during this time, but he had no other choice. Once again, the blue eyed vampire turned on his heels as he headed right back out of the boarding house once more. Only this time, it was in pure animistic need. “You not only are hunted by others, you unknowingly hunt yourself.”

[alittledangerx]

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Crazy in Blood: Part 1

The flickering light of the fireplace cast a low iridescent glow in the dark wooden room. The pitter-patter of the rain as the winds howled with a vengeance, echoed through the all but silent room. It was ominous and foreboding, as if the storm outside was the mirror of the storm brewing in the mind of the doe eyed girl who sat on the couch, playing with the frayed edges of the throw pillow. Biting her bottom lip, she listened to all the sounds around her attempting to dull the ones that filled her mind. The soft warm sweater that she ‘borrowed’ a few months ago draped over her shoulders did absolutely nothing to dissipate the chill she felt in her bones. The wheels in her mind were running faster than full speed if possible, attempting to figure out how to get them all out of this alive. By everyone… she meant Aaron Whitmore. Her college friend who also happened to be the last name on her boyfriend’s hit list that she didn’t even know existed.  The worse part? There was absolutely nothing she could do to stop him. But everyone knew that Elena Gilbert wasn’t going to give up without a fight… especially when her friends were involved. “Where is he?” Elena whispered to herself as she set the pillow down and stood up from the leather loveseat she was seated in. Ignoring the creaks and cracks of the wood oak floor of the old house, she walked over to the bay window behind the desk. Pulling the curtain aside she saw nothing but the swaying trees, the fast droplets of rain, and unexpectedly a flash of lightening that was followed by the low rumblings of thunder, causing her to flinch. Rain. Lightening. Thunder. No Camaro…no Damon. Just plain simple nothing. Turning away, Elena reached into her back pocket, and sat on the edge of the desk. Papers covered every inch of it, and she didn’t need to look to see what they were. She already had when she first walked into the room. File upon file of the Augustine Doctors who were responsible for this entire mess. . . and a file on Aaron. Unlocking her phone with her thumb, she scrolled down to her messages and hit Damon’s name, reading over the words she sent only… “a half hour ago?” she mumbled to herself, feeling as time had been so much longer. “Damon I need you!” “What’s wrong? Are you hurt?!” “Please! Just come home…” “Why are you home?!” - - - “I’m turning around, I’ll be there soon.” - - - “Elena?!?!” She knew it was wrong not responding but she knew that her non-responses would only get him home sooner. Turning right around and driving home to her… rather than heading directly toward Whitmore and fulfilling the plan he thought she didn’t know about. A half hour. He must have been really close if he still wasn’t back at the boarding house yet. Setting her phone down just as it began to vibrate once more with yet another phone call . . . yup she had about 14 of those within the half hour. One from Caroline, 2 from Stefan, and this would make it the 11th missed call from Damon. Pacing over to the fireplace as she watched the embers spark with life. Her fingers covered her lips as she thought back to the conversation she overheard earlier that night between Enzo and his phone. As she walked up to him she found out from a very drunk Enzo that Damon planned on knocking off that “Whitmore boy” off of the face of the earth...and it was all going to be in 2 precious wee-little hours. Elena had jumped into her car and gunned it for the boarding house, hoping to catch him before he left, as soon as the last words were out of Enzo’s lips. She didn’t catch Damon though. She missed him. So she used the one thing she knew was deeper than his need for revenge to get him to turn around. His protectiveness for her. Hugging herself she paced as she thought about Aaron. That kind guy who just was dealt a crappy hand of life and didn’t deserve to die. Yes, his forefather was responsible for the man she loved being tortured, and abused. Who was forced to endure excoriating acts of pain just because some doctors wanted to become Doctor Frankenstein? Yes, she understood his need for revenge. How could she not? But… but to kill innocent people, who were not even apart of their terrible deeds and killing every single member of Aaron’s family until there was no one left but him. Acting as the grim reaper coming to claim this one last soul… it was cruel. It wasn’t right. “He doesn’t deserve to die…” she whispers as she breathes in deeply, closing her eyes. She felt torn. Torn between her friendship and her soul that told her right from wrong. Her morals…and her love for Damon. After everything Damon has ever done for her, all the sacrifices he has made for her benefit . . . how could she condone the murder of an innocent man? Her friend. More importantly, how could she live with herself if she let Damon murder a man who did nothing but being born into a bloodline that was tainted? Tainted the way her bloodline was. Tainted because of Katherine. If Aaron, was to be killed because of the crimes of his ancestors… shouldn’t she also be killed. Hearing the screeching of tires outside the window she turned back to the fire, staring at the flickering flames as she thought back to the one thing that was plaguing her thoughts since she heard Enzo’s words. Could she forgive Damon if he killed Aaron, like she had all the times in the past? The door outside slammed shut as she distantly heard her name being called as she sunk down to her knees. “Could all the good outweigh the bad?” she whispered as she felt the rush of air, sensing him before she felt him and saw him kneeling down before her. His cool hands cupped her face and were asking her question upon question but all she could focus on were his eyes. Those deep blue eyes that slowly but surely became one of the most important things in her life. Despite all the bad he had suffered and all the terrible things that he had done… he was still a good man. He was a man who would give his own life it meant protecting her and his brother. Yet this time it wasn’t her nor Stefan in danger… it was some other innocent person. It was Aaron, “Please, don’t do it…” her eyes welling up as she brokenly whispered to him in her raspy voice. “Damon, please…” she looked into his eyes seeing the sense of confusion mixed in with his anxiety that something had happened to her as she gripped his shirt tightly. “Don’t kill Aaron…” she sucked in a breath as she finally got the words out as her mind whispered to her the end of the sentence that she knew all along... Because if you do, you will lose me forever.

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London Schemes: Conclusion

My response will come here.

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London Schemes: Part 1

The frozen grass crunched under his boots as William Oakheart made his way across the Dodgson University green to exit the campus for the day. Rugged up in his trench coat and scarf, Will still fell victim to the crisp wind, which pelted his face with small shards of ice. The sky was overcast, as usual, but the sound of the howling wind couldn’t be heard over the chatter of students making their way back to their dorm rooms to hole up under the covers for the night. Will didn’t blame them. Even for London, it was absolutely freezing, and he still had a fifteen-minute walk to reach his apartment. He would’ve moved into on-campus housing, but not after what happened to his brother.

He didn’t want to think about what the Lockheart’s had done to him. All he knew was that his brother had gone to bed in his dorm at night and in the morning both the blood of him and his roommate painted the walls. All because he had staked a bodyguard. His mistake. For as long as he could remember, Will knew about the supernatural nature of the family who ran Wonderland, London’s Underground. He was told to always stay in their good graces and to offer his neck if they got hungry. His brother Andrew however, taught him differently. He taught Will to punch, to kick, to stab. He showed him how to catch one in a trap and about their different weaknesses. He taught Will all he had to know to become a vampire hunter. Now that Andrew was gone, Will had to carry on his legacy.

And he did so proudly.

Smuggled in his book bag and within the pockets of his trench coat were wooden stakes, a small silver knife, and vials of vervain-laced water. Though Will had inherited his brother’s machete, it was too big to be hid inconspicuously at school and was kept at his apartment for when he went hunting at night. Which now, was only five minutes away. Will navigated between the pedestrians on the sidewalk, many of which were Dodgson students who were grabbing a coffee from Knight’s Coffee Emporium, the best coffee shop in the local area simply because they didn’t overcharge like everyone else. Approaching the shop, Will furrowed his brows once he noticed the length of the line. It wasn’t surprising, people were holding onto their warm cups like their lives depending on it. But he was nearly home and could turn on the heater and warm up until he hit the streets again that night.

That’s when he saw her."

A flash of brunette hair and a familiar smile as she handed over her money to the cashier. Rowan Lockheart – Will’s favourite person in the world. Or, she could’ve been if she didn’t rub his brother’s murder in his face every time she had the chance.

“Oh Will, you should’ve seen him! He was so scared and looked like a little bitch. Your brother wasn’t the big, strong, noble man you think he was. He was a f***ing coward.”

He would’ve staked her right then and there if it wasn’t for her posse of turned Red Hearts members surrounding her 24/7. And yet, right now, she was alone. This was his chance. Patting his chest, he was relieved to find that his wooden stake was still safely tucked away in his breast pocket. Quickly ducking away, Will rested his back against the side of the building, watching Rowan exit with a coffee in her hand. Thankfully, she turned to walk in the direction away from Will and once she had taken a few steps, he began his pursuit.

It was odd to see Rowan on her own without another Red Hearts member, or even one of the bodyguards her brother Kol had assigned to her. He was sure that he wasn’t the only one with a vendetta against the Lockheart’s, especially since they wiped out half of the population of their rival mob – the Neverlanders. She was a cunning girl though, and Will was sure that if she wanted to slip away from Kol’s pompous guards, she could. Still, she walked down the London street without a care in the world, casually sipping her coffee from time to time. His time to strike was coming as the distance between the two of them and the area surrounding Dodgson increased. There were fewer bystanders about – fewer people to see his strike. Soon, Will thought. He knew these streets quite well and made mental notes of the street names they were passing.

Ashford Avenue. 

There was an alleyway right up ahead that he could corner her in and turn her to dust if he was lucky, but the Lockheart daughter showed no signs of slowing down. As the alley approached, Will began to close the gap between the two of them, reaching into his coat for the stake, and then…

Grabbing the back of her coat, Will pulled her forcefully into the alleyway. He had his right hand, which bore his stake wrapped around her neck, making her unable to scream for help, while his other hand pulled her into the alley and around the corner, which lead to a dead end. Once they were clear of prying eyes, he took his free hand and held it against her grasped her neck in a chokehold as he raised right arm. “This is for Andrew, you bitch.”

Just before he bought it down, Will noticed something was off. She was warm. Rowan had run her fingers across Will’s face before in ploys to seduce the ‘pretty boy’ and they had always been ice cold. Any vampire he had every touched had been ice cold. But this girl was not. Will paused and looked down at the coffee, which had splashed onto their legs when he had dragged her into the alleyway. ‘It’s just the warmth from the coffee,’ he thought. He knew that some of the vampires who had acquired daylight rings around campus did such things so that they weren’t easily detected (though it wasn’t like they were taking care to hide), but it still seemed strange. It wasn’t just that, but the girl was looking at Will with eyes in such a large panic that even Will was startled by them. It was plain to see that she was confused and it was throwing Will.

Shaking his head, Will manoeuvred his right arm to feel the girl’s face with the back of his hand. Warm. He reached down to lift up her coat sleeve and grabbed her wrist. Warm. “Why? Why are you not cold? Wha-what’s wrong with you? Rowan?” It was then that he noticed the differences. The hair was longer, her skin more tanned, and she wasn’t wearing jewellery which proudly displayed her name. Also, her large daylight amulet, which swung off her neck, was gone. Unless Rowan had a complete turn-around since Will last saw her two days ago, this was not the same girl. “Holy sh*t. Sh*t. You’re not Rowan. You-you’re human?” With his hand still on the girl’s mouth, Will dropped the stake and ran his fingers through his blonde hair. “If I take your hand away, please don’t scream. This was all a big misunderstanding.”

Will could feel his heart racing. By now, he was positive that this girl, this Rowan-look-a-like, was human. But if she wasn’t, he was a dead man. Slowly, he removed his hand.

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Bleeding Love: Part 5

"There's so much one person can handle before  they just break"

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Alex and Claudia had a classic story of fate meeting. A story with a beauty and the beast flare. Things started off slow. At first Claudia wanted nothing to do with Alex considering how they first met but once she did open up to him the two were inseparable. Klaus and Elijah both describing the young couple as anchors of light to each other in a dark world. They were each others comfort and strength no matter what the situation. This particular situation being no different. As Alex held her tightly to him Claudia buried her face in his chest. Inhaling his sent. A way of comfort for her as her hands clung to the front of his shirt. Her blonde locks falling foreword slightly as she just let all the tears out. She didn't want to believe what Elijah showed her wasn't really true. Over and over in her mind as Alex held her she kept saying he's not dead. That Damon can't be dead. He was her immortal one. He was suppose to be the immortal one. Just like when he told her he was back in Boston. The memory coming back to Claudia's mind as if it were yesterday.

**********FlashBack************ Student's teachers passing through a hall during a class change, Damon sat on the seats just outside of the principles office waiting for his adopted niece. Having told her adopted father he would pick her up from school. Her adoptive father getting a call that Claudia had been in a fight with another girl at school. Claudia having no idea that her uncle Damon was even in town. Damon just people watching as he waited for Claudia. “Can I go now .. I get it.. Tori was right I was wrong. It will never happen again along as she keeps her damn mouth shut.” Claudia sitting in the office holding a small ice pack to her black right eye. The principal shaking his head before responding. “ Just go.. I'll be calling your father tonight.” Claudia rolling her eyes before grabbing her messenger bag. Slinging it over her shoulder. “Ya I know the drill.” She said as she left the room. Damon looking towards the door as Claudia walked through the door way to the office back into the hall. “So rumor has it these two girls got into this big fight and even though the one I would bet on won… She still got the punishment.. Should of called me.” Damon said with his infamous coy smirk on his face.

Claudia stopping dead in her tracks as she heard the familiar voice. A huge smile on her face before turning around.. Damon smiling in return as he caught the young girl in his arms. Hugging her tightly. “I missed you to kid.” He said before setting her down and pulling her back. Getting a good look of her. Especially because of the fact she was in a school fight earlier. “You sure you won this one Dia.” He said before holding her hand. Seeing the blood on her wrist and knuckles. “Looks like this chick got you to bleed.” He said before Claudia shook her head slightly and responded. “ That's not my blood.” The realization of what Claudia meant hitting the Salvatore brother a moment later. His eyes widening slightly and a smile on his face. “My niece is a scrapper I'm so damn proud.” His smile turning into his coy smirk before he continued to speak. “ Don't you ever tell anyone I said that.” Claudia laughing and smiling a little in response. “ I know, cause you'll be in trouble then deny like a dog right before we go into our whole Damon being a responsible parental figure act.” She said causing Damon to smile even more. “ Plus you and I both know it's more fun to be the reckless one.” he winked.

“Come on scrapper let's get you homed cleaned up and we can even get dinner… Your dad's orking late at the hospital tonight.” He said before draping his arm around the girls shoulder. Claudia soon walking along side her uncle Damon out to his car. Damon opening the passenger door for her before getting into the drivers seat himself. Driving them both back to the house Claudia lived in with her adopted father. Opening her door for her once they were there and the two walking to the front door together. “So how long are you punished for?” He asked as they both walked inside. Claudia setting her bag down before turning to face Damon. “ I believe the principle said I'm not allowed on school grounds for two weeks or I wouldn't see senior year.” She said before Damon scoffed at the response. “Seriously...What did this girl even do to you.” Damon was one of the few who knew Claudia a lot better than she knew her self. So if her defending herself had to get physical he knew it was something serious.

Claudia didn't answer. The subject being hard for her to talk about. So instead she made her way into the kitchen. Trying to avoid answering the question. “Hey your not getting away with that little girl.” Damon said as he followed her into the kitchen. “ Why’d you have to go and call me little.”She said sitting at one of the counter top seats. “ Cause it get's you to talk.” he smirked before it dropped. His expression serious again. “Now come on we're biddies remember. Our conversations never leave the room.” he said taking the seat beside her. Claudia waiting for a moment before looking to her uncle. “Did papa ever tell you what happened to my last foster parent.” Damon shaking his head no in response before Claudia continued with the story. “ Well because I'm basically sick the hospital bills got expensive. Papa was my doctor every time I got brought to the hospital after a coughing fit….Well hospital bills can get expensive … So instead of figuring out a payment plan she kicked me out…. Papa was the first person I went to for help. He got the vampire who turned him to help him with adopting me….Well the woman who kicked me out… The police can't find her. So the school got involved in the investigation…. Tori over heard the guidance counselors talking about me… How they wanted to look in my new found family.. She gave me a hard time basically saying you all will leave me just like that woman did… That I was nothing but an unwanted mistake.” She said with the pain of her story hinting in her eyes.

Damon wrapping his arm around her. Hugging her close as he pressed a soft kiss to the side of her head before letting her go. With her story Damon now understood another reason why Claudia wanted to become a vampire. She just was tired of loosing people. “ Listen kid.” He said cupping her cheek. His eyes on Claudia as she spoke. He wasn't compelling her he was just telling her the honest truth. “ You are not gonna loose us… Not your dad… not uncle stefan.. Not me. Especially me.” He said before smiling a little. “ I need my sidekick around plus didn't you know.. you and I are the immortal ones...One day you and I will rule the world… The King and Princess.. then that Tori bitch it going to wish she was nice to you in school.. But you never have to worry. … Your stuck with all of us.. your stuck with me.” He smiled winking at the last of his words. His words causing Claudia smile before hugging her uncle Damon tightly. Damon doing the same in return.

As the end of the memory played her mind it disappeared into thin air at the sound of Elena calling her name. Hearing her best friend better known as her big sister call her the nick name she had for Claudia. The nick name she only allowed Elena to call her. Alex and Jackson both turning their eye gaze towards Elena. Alex returning the smile to Elena before feeling Claudia grip her shirt tighter. “She hates me.” Claudia mumbled. A few more tears escaping her. Alex turning his attention back to Claudia . Pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head. “She doesn't hate you.” He whispered to her. Alex knew all about Elena. Claudia would tell stories of her time in Mystic Falls. Even saw a few pictures of Elena hanging around Claudia's upstairs apartment she rented in the quarter. Stepping back slightly Alex cupped Claudia's cheeks. Wiping away all the tears that dared fall from her. Claudia holding onto his wrist as he did so. Alex pressing a soft kiss to her forehead as Elijah stepped into view from behind Elena. “ Can I talk to you both.” the noble original spoke looking to Jackson and Alex. Knowing the girls needed some time to themselves.

Alex nodding before Jackson and himself both followed Elijah into the shadows of the woods so they could talk privately. Once they were in a spot to talk Elijah turned to both men before Jackson spoke. “What's going on Elijah. Why was Dia saying her uncle died.” He said with the brotherly concern in his eyes. Elijah taking a moment before responding. “ Her uncle died saving their friends and family from a group of rogue witches called travelers…. Claudia had no idea of this because ever since she moved her life here… Niklaus has been enacting in a revenge plot by making Dia believe her family in mystic falls including Elena wanted nothing to do with her.. Basically getting both sides to believe bad blood couldn't be fixed.” He said as both Jackson and Alex looked flabbergasted at the thought of Klaus doing something like this. Especially with the fact the immortal hybrid didn't even think of the fact of how it could hurt Claudia. Claudia was like Rebekah in a way as Elijah would describe her. She would love with everything she had inside her. So when she lost someone. No matter what the way it was devastating to Claudia. “I'm gonna kill him.” Alex said with Anger in his eyes. Jackson putting an arm on the young wolfs shoulder. “ Easy Tiger.” He said before Alex to Jackson. “He can't get away with this bullsh*t.” Alex said before Elijah spoke up. “Trust me he won't but I came to ask if you two could watch over Claudia and Elena. At least until the wedding tomorrow.” The noble original said looking to both boys. Both boys nodding their heads in response.

As the boys left to go talk Claudia's eye gaze moved to Elena. Just simply staring at her big sister. One of the beautiful thing about their relationship was sometimes neither of them had to talk to know how the other felt. Thanks to Damon introducing them the girls knew each other like the back of their hands. Her body ached with torturous heightened emotions but she didn't care she just wanted her big sister. Making her way over to Elena she pulled her into a tight hug. “Elena I'm so sorry.” She cried as she hugged her best friend. Soon just letting all out. Telling Elena everything that's happened. The good and the bad. The time Salem left her. The time she was held hostage for three weeks because she spent a summer trying to take down what would be considered a were wolf mafia. How she took on a few witches. Just letting Elena know everything the girls should have talked about long ago. About twenty minutes later Alex and Jackson came back into view. Both boys smiling a little. “ Alex here is treating you ladies to a night in the town… But first we're going to a barbecue.” Before the bachelor and bachelorette party the crescent pack was throwing an outdoor barbecue for the almost newly wed couple. “It's nice to meet you Elena I'm Jackson.” He smiled before leading the way to the barbecue down by the dock. Alex draping an arm around both girls. “ And I'm the boy friend and future husband of your little sister here. Just waiting for her to say when before I get tired of waiting and drag her to vegas.” He smiled hoping it would get both girls to laugh before leading them to the barbecue.

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Bleeding Love: Part 4

Breathing was hard. Talking was so much worse.

Each word was a struggle to get out as her slender fingers gripped his dress shirt as if it was her lifeline and she was drowning in the depths of the ocean. The silky fabric of his shirt comforted her as he held her close and let her cry, his fingers gently stroking her hair as he held her close. Time had passed since the last time they’ve spoken; yet still he still held her and gave her comfort like it was yesterday. No one knew how close Elena had remained to Elijah Mikaelson, the elder brother of the original family. To be honest, neither felt that they had to spread the word of their bond. Throughout all the ups and downs in the short time they have known each other, Elijah had given Elena his word that he would always be there for her when she needed him. She had yet to take him up on the offer… that is until today. Everything hurt, her body, her mind...and her heart. she was stuck in this in-between of death and living. Her world was crumbling to pieces and all that was left was the one thing that hurt her the most, her memories.

Looking up at Elijah at his urging, she felt his thumbs caress the tear droplets away from her face as he looked into her eyes, "Stay very still..." Realizing what he was about to do Elena tried to shake her head, attempting to remove his hands. Her chest tightened as she waited for the onslaught. This wasn't the first time Elijah had done this, but still ... no other time had been that painful reliving. "Elijah please...don't make me..." she begged, her voice broken as he held her. She knew he didn't want to make her go through it... but there was only one way for him to find out why she was asking him to do what she asked. He knew she wouldn't be able to speak each and every detail. Holding her closer he rest his forehead to his. None of what he had done was romantic, it was comforting as if an older brother were holding her tightly, being there to shelter her from the onslaught she was about to relive. "It will be over soon." And then they were back. Back to the beginning. The travelers. The madness with Amara... Silas... watching Stefan die. Every single moment that lead up to...

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Water start spilling from her lips, her hands raise to her neck feeling like she is unable to breathe. She hears Damon screaming out as the car jerks, going faster than before as he makes another frustrated sound "Come on!" hitting the wheel with his hand as she looks over at him, a scared look over her face as she whispers his name "Damon..." while she was scared of dying, she wouldn't have died any other way "I know..." he replied taking her hand, then dying with him. The car speeds around the corner and she squeezes his hand tightly as they come up to the Grill, holding onto the the top handle she squeezes her eyes as they crash through the window of the grill and the building explodes.

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"I can't find Damon!," Elena looked around, the lights flashing as the wind picked up, her hair flying as she looked for him, turning back to look at Bonnie. "You go. I'll wait here," Stefan shouted as she shook her head her hand raising to her hair, "No! I'm not leaving without him!" Sounds of crashing could be heard in the distance as the wind picked up pace. "This place is falling apart!" he tried once more before looking around and turning to look at Bonnie. What Elena didn't see was Stefan and Bonnie nod at at each other because just as she said "NO!" Bonnie grabbed her and suddenly she was back in the living world.

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"You lied to me..." her tears falling down rapidly, the tightening feeling in her chest where heart is breaking into a million pieces. She senses him even though she can't see him. Her eyes looking around as she feels something stroking her hair and going down her face, her head tilts in the direction the hand trails down, more tears pouring down her eyes... "Even if I wanted to apologize, you couldn't hear me...so I won't," she doesn't hear the words he says as she cries, the pain of her heart breaking shattering her, "Please, don't leave me..." her bottom lip trembling as she breathes in deeply. Unable to catch her breath in the string of tears and pain. "I don't have a choice, baby. You are, by far, the greatest thing that ever happened to me in my 173 years on this Earth. I get to die knowing I was loved—not just by anyone—by you, Elena Gilbert. It's the epitome of a fulfilled life. It’s never gonna get any better than this. I peaked." Tears are magically wiped from her face, causing even more to fall from her face. A life without him wasn't possible. She knew this. "I love you, Elena..." For some reason she felt like this was coming to an end. That even though she couldn't see him, she knew him, she knew how he thought. "Please....please... come back to me..." her head shaking as her voice was completely broken. "Bye.." her head fell to her knees. Shaking her head and whimpering no. She felt like a part of her was missing... even as she closed her eyes... she knew that he was gone.

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Elijah's hand left her face as she felt him pull away slightly to look down at her "He's dead ... isn't he? They both are..." the broken whimper passed her lips, all the energy from reliving each memory passing through her like a storm. Nothing was hidden any longer, every emotion like a raging storm as Elijah pulled her close to him once more and held her whispering how sorry he was over and over. She knew they were attracting attention but she couldn't find herself to care "He's gone..." As much as her heart was broken over her best friend being dead, it was Damon's death the ripped Elena's world apart. The love of her life. The one she was supposed to live forever with... left her. Not by his own choice. But he still did. And with him leaving... he took a part of her with him. Nothing could repair that or fill the void where Damon was supposed to be. She couldn't breathe. She was becoming a monster. And she didn't want to be anymore. She couldn't deal with the pain. She wasn't strong enough to... so as she looked up to Elijah begging him once more to give her, her wish. "Please Elijah... Take Damon Away..." she cried out as she felt him cup her cheek. Elijah knew Elena almost as well as he knew himself. He knew that the young fledgling vampire would be suffering beyond even his deepest imagination. She had been through so much through her young life that if he could help even relieve her of the greatest of pains he---

"ELIJAH SHE'S BEEN COMPELLED!" Rebekah's voice rang out as both of their heads snapped to the side, watching as Claudia walked toward her. Dia? What was Dia doing here...why hadn't she thought to tell any of them... my god she doesn't know. Thoughts ran through Elena's head as she watched Elijah release her and go back to Claudia. Her head turned to Niklaus as she heard Elijah speak. Hearing him say that this was Niklaus' revenge scheme. His eyes had locked with her and she could see the gleam of his plan in his eyes. He was satisfied... but even she could he regretted it the moment Claudia screamed out. Elena was able to break through her own grief, long enough for her to hear the words the girl was saying. Her heart broke even more. Damon was the love of her life... but like Stefan, he was Dia's family. The pain she was feeling could only be comparable to when Jeremy died. Nothing could make up for that. Even though he was home once more... that pain. It stays with you for a really long time. "Dia..." she tried to call out but her voice was scratchy from all the crying as she saw the girl flee.

"Elijah don't..."telling him with her eyes that he didn't have to speak anymore. She knew what he meant. Knew Niklaus was to blame for the current problems between... her family "Find Dia now... deal with Nik and everyone else later..." her words soft spoken as she vamp speeded into the bayou after Claudia. After chasing after Claudia for fun way too many times to count. It was a game for both of them, hide and seek like children. Only this time with more senses. They used to annoy the hell out of the boys with their constant running away. Damon may have threatened to break their legs the next time because of how worried he got. Claudia was his daughter for all intent and purposes. Elena was his girl. There isn't much more to be said about why he was over protective. Especially when Stefan decided to join in on the protectiveness every time the girls decided to go to a club. Following Claudia was as easy as breathing. She just ... knew. Walking into the trees of the bayou she noticed people stopping. Watching her. Elena sensed their differentness like only Tyler has. That scent. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up as she walked with her head up. Breathing and showing that she wasn't afraid. Only stopping when she heard the soft broken whisper, "Uncle Damon died... He died just like Kol. By Stupid flames." Stopping as she watched the scene before her, she noticed how close the two were and Elena had honestly never seen Dia act like that since... Salem to be honest. "Didi..." she stepped out of the trees her voice just as broken and soft as Dia's. Her eyes locking with Alex as she gave him a little smile.

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Bleeding Love: Part 3

From the corridor above Klaus could over see Elijah and Elena's conversion. Even though they were a good amount a feet away from him he could hear the conversation as if they were right next to him. The ass hole inside him was actually glad to see Elena so hurt like this. Though that gladness came from a place of hurt of what had happened that night his brother was sacrificed for the sake of cure. That really did no one any good. Another part of him showed that bit of regret for not getting to his brother in time. It was a reason Klaus was now so protective of Claudia right now. Elijah may have been the one to convince Claudia to get the hell out of Mystic Falls and move to the quarter but it was Klaus who put the idea in his head. While Klaus wanted the young blonde vampire to move to take her away from everyone in Mystic Falls, Elijah wanted to get her out of town because he thought it was what was best for Claudia at the time. A fresh start for a while to clear her head. In a way it was. In the quarter Claudia felt like the hero of the story book. Not the damsel she felt like people saw her has growing up.

His drowning thought's were snapped back into reality when he watched his brother Elijah pull back slightly from Elena. Keeping one arm around her. His free hand moving to the back of her neck slightly. His eyes locked on hers before he spoke. “ Stay very still.” The nobleman whispered before closing his eyes. Enveloping Elena's mind into his own mind. Seeing the painful memories etched before him. Everything with the travelers. The death and resurrection of Stefan Salvatore. Then the plan executed to get rid of the travelers. Explosion and all. All of the events that led to the death of Bonnie Bennett and Damon Salvatore. Elijah's hand pulling back with a slight gasp leaving him. Now understanding the reason for Elena's pain. Knowing Claudia didn't know. Elena and Claudia were close to Damon but in different ways. Knowing Claudia would soon feel the wrenching nawing heart ache that came with the death of such a loved one. “He's dead isn't he… They both are.” Hearing his brother say those words as he watched Elijah pull Elena into another comforting embrace, the darkest cruel childish side of Klaus came out.Starting to make his way to the room down the hall where Claudia and Rebekah were. Claudia sitting on the bed as Rebekah carefully packed away the dress that Claudia would wear tomorrow at Haley and Jackson's wedding tomorrow. Claudia telling Rebekah about her schooling when Klaus walked into the room. “ Hate to interrupt the chat darlings but Dia sweetheart I need to tell you something.” The infamous hybrid spoke before he sat next to the young blonde vampire on the bed. Making sure his eyes were locked on hers. Claudia trusted the original family with her life. She trusted them all to never compel. Klaus knew this just like his siblings did. He was using that fact to his advantage. “ Your former friend Elena is down stairs…. She and Damon had a nasty break up…. She was sleeping with Stefan behind Damon's back and he kicked Elena out of the house… Your former friend want's refuge at the compound but we can't have that… Go down stairs and tell your former friend that she is no longer welcome anywhere near the quarter. Tell Elena that if she ever comes back to the quarter I will kill her myself… And don't pay any attention to Rebekah as you go sweetheart.”

The coyest mischievous smirk appeared on Klaus's face as he watched Claudia get up and start to make her way down the stairs before Rebekah started yelling at Klaus. “WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU.!!!” She barked at her brother. “ The gilbert girl has this coming. She and her nuisance of a brother took away someone we love. I get to take away someone she loves!!!!!.” He barked back before Rebekah left the room. Following Claudia down the stairs. Klaus close behind both girls. “ Elijah she's been compelled.” Rebekah called out as Claudia started to walk up to Rebekah. Elijah letting go of Elena and getting to Claudia first before Klaus could. Cupping her gentle cheeks in his hands. “ Elijah I have to tell Elena what Klaus told me to.” Elijah shaking his head making sure his eyes were locked with Claudia's. “Listen to me very carefully sweetheart… I want you to forget what Klaus said… He lied to you… He compelled you….He thinks by blocking all communication with you and everyone from Mystic Falls it's the perfect revenge against Elena and Jeremy for killing Kol with the white oak… That is the truth… Elena didn't come here because her and Damon broke up….She came here so I could make her forget Damon… “ His next words made him know that Dia would be killed. “ Damon is dead.”

It was then Elijah closed his eyes before showing Claudia all that he saw through Elena's mind. Claudia closing her eyes thanks to the force of the vivid memories. She saw everything. The travelers, Stefan's death, Elena and Damon's death, How Bonnie and Damon were the one's who didn't come back. The one that stuck out to her the most was the fact that Elena and Damon technically died by explosion. By endues-ed burning flames. Reminding her of the flames that killed Kol the first time. When the vision memories subsided she opened her eyes letting out a slight gasp for air. She could feel tears building up in her eyes and even felt a few rough tears down her cheeks. “ Your lying!!!...Damon wouldn't die that way!!!” She said using all the strength she had in her to fight back those tears that threaten to escape her. “YOU PROMISED ME MY NIGHTMARES WOULDN'T COME TRUE!!!!” Her eyes on Elijah. That was when Rebekah spoke up. “ Wait nightmares what night mares???” She asked. Neither Elijah or Claudia responding. Ever since Kol's death, the night she tried to be his hero just like he had been her hero she had been having nightmares of all her loved ones dying by flames. Damon Stefan Kol her father Sammy and Elijah were the only one's that knew this fact about Claudia. That she felt like having a family of immortals meant she would never have to worry if her bed was just another place to sleep or that she could finally call a place a home. Her home. They just never told a soul.It was Elijah who helped her move on from that night and he swore he would get her through this moment. “Claudia it's true. You know better than anyone I would never lie especially to you. Why would I lie to you.” He said softly. That was when the reality set in. Her uncle Damon was really dead. The one she use to call one of the invincible ones had been taken down and she didn't know if there was a way to bring him back. “I… I have to go.” She said before walking out of the compound. She could feel her self breaking and refused to do that in front of everyone. It was a way she was like Damon. As much as she preached she would always listen to someone who felt like this even she couldn't break right now in front of people. Not with this. After Elijah watched her leave his eyes grew angry and turned to Klaus. “ When that girl returns you will apologize to her and Elena both.” He said before taking Elena's hand and leading her outside. Looking around for Claudia before turning to Elena. “Claudia never hated you or anyone back at Mystic Falls for what happened that night. She emailed wrote called texted you all every day… She thought everyone hated her for getting out of town…Even Damon once told her it was like I was trying to take her away from you all… Elena that was never my intention….. When I found her that night It was like all of you had died…. She blames her self for Kols death… She's been having nightmares ever since that night….. She just felt like she needed to get out of town before it became too much for her.” He said looking to Elena. He knew he and Elena both had to find her. He knew Elena and Claudia had to talk. When Claudia made it to an outskirts she ran at vamp speed to the bayou.

Looking around for Alex. She felt like he would be the only one she could talk to right now. Right now she was fighting the urge to break and rip someone's throat out all at the same time. When she only saw Jackson and a few members of the pack she began to panic. “No please be here.” She whimpered. Standing off in the distance as she clutched her blonde locks slightly. Feeling a few more rough tears escape her. Her drowning panicked thoughts were snapped back into reality when she heard Jackson's voice. “ Hey kid what's wrong.” He asked with a brotherly worried expression on his face. Ever since meeting thanks to Haley, Jackson and Claudia had become a brother and sister pair. Claudia's eyes on Jackson as he walked towards her. “ Is.. Is Alex here I really need to talk to him… “ She said trying to fight back the tears. “ ya he's inside. Hold on.” He said before turning his head. “HEY AIDEN GET ALEX INSIDE!.” Jackson called out. His attention turning back to Claudia. “ What happened kid you look like someone died.” That's when Claudia covered her mouth. A few more tears falling down her cheeks as Jackson realized he was right. “Who was it.. Was it Haley is everyone okay???” Jackson asked started to become even more worried. “ Everyone's fine I promise.” She muttered with her hand against her mouth. Feeling her bottom lip quiver. Jackson putting a comforting hand on her back before Alex appeared. His eyes spotting Jackson and Claudia before walking up to them. His hands cupping her cheeks. Claudia grabbing his wrist. “Dia what happened???' He asked with his eyes filling with worry. It took a few moments before Dia finally broke. “Uncle Damon died.. He died just like Kol. By Stupid flames.” She cried before Alex pulled her into his arms with a tight embrace. Clutching his shirt as she cried into his chest. Alex refusing to let her go for anything.