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Farewell and Goodbye Part 4

“Is she dead?” he repeat the question, even though he think I already know the answer.

  Cade just smiles that awful smile.

“Don’t you want to know how we found her?” His voice is teasing. “It’s a great story.”

“Just because I’m a kid doesn’t mean I’m one of them.” His voice was very quiet and he wouldn’t meet his eyes but it sounded like the truth. The very first reaction he’d had to the subject was to try to put some distance between him and his peers.

There was a brief exchange of words, then, instead of showing the unseen newcomer in immediately, Billy looked up at him in surprise, stepping backward, Billy glanced around until he caught sight of a figure standing in the shadows beyond the light in front of him. Cade stood with his back toward Billy, gazing out into the hallway and the smile ran away from his face. There was something about Cade that made his blood run cold.

Billy again stepped in close, his rifle pointing at Cade’s face. “Cade?!,” he replied, holding his voice as steady as possible and then stopped. Lifting his head, Billy looked at Stefan and his blood froze.

“Stefan,” he breathed, horrified. Billy cleared his throat and peered up at Cade, hoping that he could at least delay the execution until he felt a bit better, but there was a haunted look to the eyes that Billy had not seen before.

“Hello, Billy.” The voice was unfamiliarly hesitant with his typical charm. He hid his surprise with an elegant nod of welcome. “How pleasant of you to join us! You're just in time for the moment of truth. Now, I would like to have the dagger back.”

 Cade found himself gaping at the small, blond-clad figure striding purposefully toward the hallway that had set down in the midst of battle. Though he willed himself to move, to turn away, he found he could not. He remained rooted in place, clutching his unfired weapon, staring despite himself.

And in response, the figure of Cade turned and looked sideways, directly at Billy. The Brothers saw only light reflecting off Billy, and his own fear. But he wasn’t. The glance lasted barely a second. Then Cade resumed his pace, deep in thought as he strode toward him.

Cade moved forward slightly. “Your mother is gone. She was weak and foolish, like her little Billy.” Cade’s reply was replete with pity. And anger. In what he hoped was a casual tone, so he added, “So I gave her last wish. But such a small, insignificant request is easily granted."

Be quick, he told himself. That was the solution. Don’t think too much about anything. Let your instincts guide you.

  His instincts weren’t doing a very good job on any other aspects of his life, but at least he was still alive. He felt safe trusting them once again, in the service of Cade.

Billy stood there trying to absorb all the information he was telling him. Making him hesitated in his reply, almost so long that Cade was sure he would deny his request. Finally, he answered after what seemed like an eternity. "No," he declared, and jutted his chin in his usual fashion. He winced at the movement, but Cade could see that Billy was not going to do as he was asked and so Billy shot Cade a sly grin. It was now up to Billy. In order to keep the game going, he was going to have to sacrifice his life in order to save Rocky's future.

Silence.

Oh, well. Dang. Apparently, after all his mouth does work better than his brain. Or at least quicker. That was the command Cade had given him, on threat of death. “Put it on the ground,” Cade growled and the dagger, which had moved away from Stefan's throat, moved back and the point eased into his skin. The sharp pain reminded Stefan that he was helpless and he slowly reached into his jacket to bring out the few coins that he had.

Stefan snickered and then asked, “Yeah, did you notice whether it was a child or…no is he just a little guy?”

Damon shot Billy a piercing glare for a long moment before turning his attention back to Cade. Then he backed away, too late, as he reached out with claw-like hands for him. Cade couldn’t help but laugh out loud and hung his head and pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration.

“But why continue to toil when I on the other hand can get you your mother back just like that?” He snapped his fingers. “All I have to do is ask on your behalf. Come on, child. You’re almost there. Let’s make this deal, and I’ll get you across the finish line.” Cade made this chilling threat in a totally reasonable tone of voice. "But if the price of your cooperation is his life, then so be it.”

It was a price Billy could never have paid. He couldn’t take the chance that Cade was not bluffing. He nodded. A trace of a grin flashed across Stefan’s face. “Well, he’s got that part right.”

  Similarly drawn by the sounds of conversation and disagreement, a third group of vamps had arrived. Held rapt by the confrontation, the squad of vamp looked on as intently as did the Salvatore Brothers and Billy. Fearful of taking an initiative that might be frowned upon, they awaited a command from Cade.

Stepping out onto the walkway, Billy moved toward Cade. There was no hesitation in his stride or in his voice. “That’s what I want you to believe,” he kept his voice calm, hoping not to appear too threatening. The boy looked scared and was visibly shaking but he wasn’t pleading—just stating a fact. Oh. Honestly, that’s the only response he could come up with at the time. Sure, heroic means well, but he’s liable to give them an earful well-deserved comeuppance that only he knows how to dish out. His brain did a mental tug-of-war on whether he should stick to the basic facts or tell himself how strange things were happening and he was on a mission to figure them out.

The safe option was the basic facts. He wouldn’t be lying and yet he could continue his games without the meddling of Rocky. His mother and father had left behind a legacy of fierce love, and a history Billy now ached to follow. They had also left him behind. He had thought he was alone, but in a moment, he would not be. In a moment, he would have a vast family—a brotherhood.

Billy's head instantly arose as he looked apprehensively over at Cade. “But it’s not true. I am no longer looking for my mother, give Rocky his wish and his future!” Billy waited for a nod from Cade before continuing. 

Silence reigned in the room for what seemed like an minute. Finally, Cade answered since apparently something about the chid apparently had captured his attention. “If you want your precious friend to ever have a decent future, you’d better give me what’s mine… is also to know what I’m up to,” he laughed in a sinister manner, “well child, there’s only one thing I’m after…” he paused and stared at me briefly.

Billy looked back at him with a trace of amusement in his eyes, along a smile formed across his face, but one look at Cade showed that while he understood, he didn’t actually approve of the way he went about his plan. Raising one sceptical eyebrow, "I have the real dagger," tone was a mix of command and empathy. “You don’t need them. Not here.” he whisper to him with his tongue heavy and throat closing on him. "Not with me," he added, his voice smooth and measured. 

Shook his head in something that might be amusement and stilled, giving him that long considering look again. “Power. Sweet, sweet, power,” he began, but Cade wasn’t having any backtalk. He gave Stefan a vicious shove and his equilibrium was still so out of kilter that he tumbled to the ground. He rubbed his hands together with joy on his face, and then he stopped. He stared at him, and his smile was back on, “for that to happen child, I’ll be needing that from you.”

Billy stood up to himself so they’d be face-to-face, not him looming over to him at the thought of that, his fear heightened. “I volunteered to take their place, because I…could sense this is important to you,” The voice was quiet with not a hint of a challenge in it. Now, he was in complete agreement with Cade and damned himself as he did so.

  “Calm down child,” he annoyingly uttered as he wiped the remainder of the remnants from his mouth, “I can feel your fear from here,” added, then started walking towards him, slowly, taking his time until he was face to face with him.

“Hm.” The grunt hit a skeptical note. “Put it on the ground boy, slowly and carefully.” For some reason, the sight of the dagger was enough to give Cade a pause. He stared at him for a moment before reacting.  “That dagger—is mine.”

Cade’s grim expression did not change. “Sorry to disappoint you, Billy,” he said in a low, hard voice. “This party is over.” He gestured, and all around the area, lights blazed to life. Cade curled his lips in a combination of amusement and pleasure. This is going even better than he had hoped. “Brave, but foolish, child,” he said gently to Billy.

The crowd went perfectly silent.

  The boy was frightened and kept shifting his weight from foot to foot. He wished desperately that he hadn’t come with his ideas tonight but his fear of the man overrode any common sense. This time when he moved, it hit the old grandfather louder as it responded by chiming out of rhythm and time. As he turned the still-standing corner of a hallway, movement caused him to raise his stake reflexively.

Sparks danced in front of his eyes. The edges of his vision faded to black. Blue and dark swirls spun around him, wraith-like. He felt momentarily faint and wondered if it was possible to dissolve into the telekenisis. He was a speck caught in the updraft over a fire—yet somehow he had the audacity to try to command the fire to do his will. Frightened and unarmed, he found himself confronting inhaled sharply and froze. 

“It’s settled, then,” immediately Billy replied, his voice rising into full oratorical mode with an offsetting smile on his face, one of confidence and calm.  The fight began immediately, then an idea pops in his head. He presses the button on his watch, which transforms into a high-tech eavesdropping device. He puts it in his ear and is now able to hear The brothers and Cade talking. Quickly, Billy pushes another button on his watch, which fires a mini-dart at Cade. The dart goes into Cade’s neck line as well as injects him the venomous cure instead.

That seemed fair. Cade saw Billy throw a second grenade behind the line of approaching vamp. When it went off with a resounding crack, it blew a vamp backward like a bowling ball into other vamps knocking them off their feet. Some of them were the vamp flying, arms and legs flailing, ectoplasm exploding, knocking Cade out temporarily. But knowledge was not the same thing as experience, just as clever technology wasn’t the same thing as he was confident that he could defeat them at a fair fight.

 Billy caught the dagger in his free hand and attacked again. But even with two daggers, he could not hold back Cade for long. Billy smiled and began to toy with him, knocking the extra stake out of Damon’s hand. Leaping and spinning down from the wall, he swung his stakes at Damon, trying to close into tight defensive groups, their stakes deflecting the bolts wildly. Billy hit a trigger on his proton pack. Two smaller proton pistols popped out. A skilled deadeye, started taking down Vamps with dual-hand ambidextrous precision. He then began firing with dual-hand precision. Billy gave himself over to the open area, to his awareness of his surroundings, to his sudden oneness with the Salvatore Brothers trying to kill him.

A Bluetooth phone device stuck in his ear. Then Billy pulled a fake dagger from his pocket and threw it at the closest Cade. The dagger flew uselessly past the man’s ear and leaped into the air. He took advantage of the noise and tore through and sprang his hidden blades at ready. Billy saw Damon’s shadow and turned, too late to draw a weapon, but not too late to stare into Billy’s blue eyes as the slender metal pierced his throat from behind, closing in on the few vamp guarding the siege weapons.

Billy stared at his hand, seeing the blade activated, lean and lethal beneath the five digits—no, there were four, he had only four on his right hand, the ritual—

“I can do this,” He said, staring at the ceiling. he jumped when fingertips touched his skin, but he tried not to tense. He could see the worry in his eyes when the buzzing began.

Billy stood toe to toe with Damon, and they looked directly into each other’s eyes. He stabbed the closest enemy while running past him.

Each blades were unique. He had adjusted the mechanism on one of his gauntlets to enable him to fire his blade as a projectile weapon, turning it into a throwing knife. His other blade, knew, was twin-pronged. Two poisoned knives flew in, their blackened blades burying themselves into the backs of two vamps. In a flash now, he flicked his left wrist and plunged the two sharp metal points into the belly of the lone vampire standing beside him. As he doubled over, he snatched the man’s own stake, sprang back, whirled it around, and drew the stake’s point along the vampire's neck fell upon the enemy.

Billy caught this only fleetingly. He was busy taking down those who might follow him. He punched one vamp, who stumbled backward, whirled to slice the throat of another charging vamp behind him, then completed a full circle to seize the vamp’s head and slam it into the dusty, hard-packed ground.

At least it made him drop to his belly. The aisle he had been climbing had no cover. He had nothing to hide behind. Billy took more time to line up the second dagger, but the injured vamp was still alive and thrashing around. His elbow slammed into the side of her jaw, and pain shot through his head. Frustrated, he shoved him away. Cade in the aisle used his distraction to shoot again, but his wounded comrade was just as much of a distraction for him.

The bolt missed him and hit the chair behind him, kicking up marble debris. Billy exhaled and waited a second for the steadiness he needed, ignoring the ringing of foot steps coming up the aisle from behind his target, and threw.

  The stake slammed into Damon’s heart. He jerked, his runestaff went dark and clattered free, and slumped onto the floor. Billy shifted around to check on Stefan’s fight, only to see him further down the rows, clutching the shoulder of his brother drenched in blood. It was Stefan. One of the vamps coming up his aisle prepared to shoot again.

Without taking time to aim, Billy grabbed a stake from Damon and threw it at Stefan. The Stake hammered into his chest, and he flew backward, the staff escaping his grip. It banged on the edge of the wall before sliding back down the aisle, back into the darkness of the amphitheatre.

Billy heard a faint whistling sound. Then something thudded into his shoulder. He looked down to see that it was a bone dagger, he looked up for a moment, catching his breath, his eyes on the biggest threat present—Cade. The man was not only massive and a cunning pyschic, he was intelligent. That was why Billy, had selected Cade as his own target.

Forming, at last hearing, a request. A request that wouldn’t go away, he knew. It would never go away. He made up his mind. Instead of retreating, he advanced. Instead of running for safety, he took up the challenge. There was no real choice, he told himself as he advanced to the edge of the walkway. Looking down at his watch again, there wasn’t much time left as he knew his plan hadn’t worked. Billy looked down at his blades; he couldn’t kill him; he knew he was going to slaughter him. Billy felt cold, the dreadful feeling of impending danger creeping into his bones. A small figure knelt hunched in front of it. He raised his gun and called out, all but snarled his reply. “Cade!" The word escaped his lips involuntarily.

Billy's voice caused Cade to freeze where he was. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Billy turn his gun toward his advanced on him. Billy leapt at high speed. The gun discharged harmlessly into the air. Cade saw the dark figure at the safe lunge and heard the discharge of a revolver. He dove toward the floor and returned fire. A second shot sounded within seconds of the first.

Cade’s back arched as the bullet struck him. His hands slowly slid away from his shirt and he slipped to the floor. He watched as the light from the lamp seemed to recede into the distance and it occurred to him that he was suddenly cold. Hadn’t he remembered to build up the fire? The pain intensified and he found it harder to bring in the air that he needed.

He began to panic and with as much strength as he could summon, while still hid in the shadows. 

“Wait.” Billy breathed, trying to catch his breath he had to count to three before he dared to open his mouth.  "Come and get it.” When he felt them angling in toward him, he twirled his bone dagger in line while he took his fighting stance, and batted Cade away from the brothers. Awaiting his pleasure, rising from his hiding place.

Billy didn’t waste energy on speech, blocking each of Cade’s moves and driving Cade a step backward. Frustration made him strong, even if he presently had no outlet for that strength. Bringing down the ceiling could kill both of them and probably wouldn’t have a profound effect on the ground. If it really was distributed across the entire planet, it could be unkillable.

Billy stepped slowly at first, then came on in a sudden rush, his dagger coming in hard, right to left. But with only a slight movement, the fake dagger stabbed under the other dagger, then lifted up, and Bill'ys dagger went flying harmlessly high of the mark. With a slight reversal of his wrist, Billy stabbed straight ahead, and Cade had to throw himself backward. He brought his dagger across as he did, trying to parry, but Cade had already retracted his blade by then and had settled back into perfect defensive posture

“Don’t be embarrassed, Child. As you can see, my powers are far beyond yours,” Cade said with complete confidence and calm.

  “I don't think so,” Billy countered, moving toward him in a more measured and defensive manner, his borrowed dagger held across his body diagonally, up over one shoulder.

Against that posture, Billy's sudden flurry of attacks seemed exaggerated and inefficient, for Cade. Now, as the battle played out between Cade and Billy, who the child showed its brilliance proceed to leapt and spun, slashing side to side, chopping and thrusting, but all of Cade's movements seemed far more efficient. He followed a single line, front and back, his feet shifting to keep him constantly in perfect balance as he retreated and came on suddenly with devastating thrusts that had made Billy move backward. “Child, you disappoint me,” Cade taunted. “You holds you in such high esteem.”

Billy steadied himself and shifted his dagger from hand to hand, getting a better grip on it. Then he exploded into motion, coming on again fiercely, his dagger flashing all about. He kept a better measure of his cuts this time, though, reversing his angle often, turning a wide slash into a sudden thrust, and he soon had Cade backing, the dagger working furiously to keep Billy at bay.

  Billy pressed forward more forcefully, but Cade continued to fend off the strikes, and then his momentum played out. He was too far forward, while Cade remained in perfect balance, ready for a counterstrike.

  And then it was Cade suddenly pressing the attack, his dagger stabbing and retracting so quickly that most of Billy's cutting parries hit nothing but air. Cade had to jump back, and then back again, and again, as those thrusts moved ever closer to hitting so Billy stepped forward suddenly, stabbing low for Cade's thigh. Down went the dagger to intercept, but to Billy's horror, retracted his weapon and thrust it right back out, up high and across the other way. Cade couldn't get his weapon.

Cade gave a little growl and thrust forth his hand, loosing his grip.

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Farewell, and Goodbye Part 3

A few of the audience settled back, thinking that the show might be starting again, but most of them knew better.

There was an electricity in the air, as if the entire building had been put through a giant electromagnet. The curtains crackled with it, and a pattern of soft, vague, blue static discharges crawled over the screen, flowing, concentrating

DAMON: It's suicide, Stefan. And if you screw this up we don't know what he'll do to Elena.

STEFAN: I'm sorry, Damon. I have to do this.

Billy: "You people, are insane."

CADE: Heroic effort but it seems your bell stopped ringing. [Knocks Stefan flying] I miss this kind of violence. It's personal. Do it. Now you know what I always have: the human mind is weak and its flesh is even weaker. [Holds his dagger at Stefan's neck.]

DAMON: We had a deal, Cade.

CADE: Our deal was that you would bring me the dagger in exchange for Elena.

DAMON: So what, you got what you wanted. Now it's time to pony up.

CADE: Fine. I will give you one soul. [Sets Elena's coffin on fire.]

He heard Damons’ voice shout just before darkness overwhelmed him, “No!” and his entire being yearned for his younger brother.

Cade stiffened ever so slightly as he leaned forward. “Enough witless banter.” He held out a hand. “Boys, give it to me.” he paused, waiting for their reaction, but when he gave none, he continued. "Billy.” Cade stared across at the child. Wearing an expression that showed great sympathy, but one that Billy certainly did not trust, the regal man loomed at him. “I’ve been waiting for this day for a long time.”

Slowly, Billy reached for the pistol he kept in the back of his pocket and turned toward the sound but suddenly felt his gun against his temple. "Where is my mother?!" Billy stood and asked him furiously through his gritted teeth. He was so angry at him now that he was in front of him. He didn’t reply, his head still lowered. Cade appeared out of the darkness, Cade dragged Stefan's neck to expose his face to their view. Billy stiffened and shot him a glance, but Billy’s attention was fixed on an older man, seemingly the leader of the group.

“And so was I,” Cade looked at him not realizing he had said it out loud. Suddenly felt something sharp pricking into the back of his shoulder and knew that he was in trouble.

A hand lifted his gun from his holster and Joe, looking across the hallway at Stea’s white face, heard the sudden silence in the saloon behind him.

“…..can't give her to you. ” The pressure on the knife blade relented and Billy sighed slightly in relief, while tensing his muscles to make a break for it. Suddenly, the knife appeared against his throat and Stefan rose. Very slowly, Stefan turned his head to see who was holding the knife. The man standing behind him gave Stefan a wolfish smile. He was so similar in looks to the stranger now standing across from Billy.

 “Though, these are the stakes, boy,” Cade announced, dragging Billy’s attention back to him. “We’ll play cards and if you can make Damon kill anyone, I’ll let your friends go. If you make Damon kill again, I’ll let your mother go. But if you lose…” Sensing what Cade meant to do, Billy made a move to protect Stefan, but he was too late. He grinned unpleasantly pushed past Stefan to grab Stefan by the hair. Cade put a dagger to Stefan's chin. “He’ll die.”

Billy wondered how a harmless game of fun with Cade could have gone so wrong. Yet suddenly, a careless, throwaway remark, made in jest, had his life, and the lives of two other people, hanging in the balance. Swallowing, he forced himself to meet the man’s eyes with confidence. 

“Those two were a fool, that’s all,” Billy answered, hoping that would be the end of the conversation. He had used a voice meant to warn off any further inquiry but he should have known this would only serve to ignite the inquisitive side of his nature.

Billy was not about to give up. His bright eyes began to sparkle with the challenge. He’d get the truth out of Cade if he had to pester him to death, just like he did when he was a kid.

“Let’s just get this done,” Billy says, his voice a little pleading. “Then, I’m not giving you anything until you put him down.” he invest as much stubborn determination into his voice as he possibly can. Even if he is actually terrified.

As he extended an arm toward the dagger lying in Cade's grip. It twitched and then began to vibrate while stretching out his hand farther, straining, Cade beckoned powerfully—and the dagger rose, to come bulleting toward his outstretched fingers.

And past them.

  Taken aback, he whirled—to see the weapon land in the hand of Billy standing in front of him. Billy appeared equally shocked that he reach for the weapon had exceeded his. He gazed down at the weapon now resting in his grip.

Cade takes a step toward him. Billy take an involuntary step back. “I think there may have been a little bit of misunderstanding, kid your mother isn’t here.”

  His smile is wide and terrible.

It is a trap. The realization doesn’t even surprise me. He never should have trusted him. He should be worried about himself, stuck in this nest of vipers, but all he can think about is Rocky.

Suppressed the pang of grief he still felt when he thought of his mother, killed by Cade.  “Then, Where is she?” There’s a tremble in my voice. He only wished he held that truth as solidly as he had just proclaimed.

  “I sent some of my boys to pick her up.” Cade’s voice is full of consolation that I don’t buy for a second. “She got a little excited and things escalated. Sorry, kid. I guess you’re on your own.”

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Farewell and Goodbye Part 2

“Wow.” The word was barely audible, more exhaled than spoken.

Rocky desperately grabbed Billy’s shirt and pulled him as close to him as he could. It wasn’t supposed to happen that way and he could not accept the truth of it. As he droned on, memories overwhelmed him.  

“What is a hero without you? What is she without me?" he asked while still demanding holding the moonstoon and putting it back to his pocket, twinkling eyes belying his stern expression and was a bit unsure if he was hearing what he thought he was hearing right. Thought it over and looked slightly abashed, shaking his head. Billy felt a hand squeezing his shoulder and found himself looking into the swimming blue eyes and tender smile of Rocky.  Startled, he tried to pull away, but he held firm.

His soft voice whispered, he could hardly stand to ask for fear of the answer. Shook his head rapidly. Raised his gaze to him, struggling for confidence. “We need each other. I do not know Elena as well as the others.” he turned his head away, biting his lip and trying not to let his tears fall as a result of the stinging sensation.  Billy tried to be as gentle as he could, but as Rocky said the name uncomfortably, as if claiming a familiarity that he wasn’t entitled to. Thus Rocky was more touched by his words than by any amount of praise from the world.

He stared at him, trying to figure out what that was supposed to mean. “I have.” He waited for him to elaborate. Something clicked in his throat as Billy swallowed. He couldn’t think of another way. And he was right.

  “I know,” Billy said. He tried to smile but his lips only twitched and nodded eagerly then bit his lip in sudden doubt. “Trust me.” He felt the warmth of the light reach all the way inside, and the pain began to go away.

The statement was whispered, a silent observation. His blond hair was sun-bleached and his amiable face was weathered and full of laugh lines.  "Buddy, back when we were kids, you saved me. Now it's my turn." he said with his blue eyes sparkling as long-ago memories began to surface, along with a distinct lack of enthusiasm. Rocky stared at him, a sick feeling in his stomach. Fear leapt from his eyes as it felt like it punched him in the gut, he barely registered the incredible views or those faces that looked at him, full of curiosity, he felt numb, as if even his vision had been dulled. “It’s not what you think.”

Despair escaped him in a gasp. He closed his eyes, fighting to process his feelings while figuring out what was going through his mind. “But, I know deep down I am in love with her."

Rocky's heart and stomach jerked at those impossible words. He gasped a little. “But, then I don’t know…” he says in a vague tone, as though there was more he could say about the short period of time he’d spent time with Billy, but decided better of it. So, he shook his head. “Feels so wrong. Like… I could never be good enough to be in her presence.”

He sucked in a breath as a sob, then he wiped along with his tears rolled down his cheeks with the desperately whispered words. “Billy,” he said in a voice husky with emotion, “you can send me to the ends of the earth, and it won’t make a difference. But I. . .” he paused and swallowed hard, as though he was clearing tears from his voice, "I can't loose you forever, there has to be another way," he paused and swallowed hard, as though he was clearing tears from his voice.

“No.” Billy shook his head emphatically, refusing to listen to what Rocky was saying. “No, I won’t. Every time someone puts their life on the line for me, they get hurt—or they die. I’m not letting that happen to you. I can’t. I won’t.”

“Yeah, what about me?” Josh questioned in a tone that said he didn’t appreciate being drug into this discussion.

“So, No,” Billy gasped, shaking his head, vigorously. The words made him desperate. Desperate for something he didn’t understand. He could tell he wanted to say more – he saw his mouth move as though he was trying to, but he couldn’t get any words out.  He stood, mumbled something about having remained where he was, a tear slowly trailing down his cheek because he wanted nothing more than to take his pain away before it got dark.

Billy gave him an indulgent smile, he tried to pull away, but Rocky held firm. "I have to go, Rocky", he whispered, sounding shaky, like he questioned the decision himself. Resisted the urge to shake his head at Billy and his sanctimonious ways.

The black fitted neatly into the surrounding darkness. If not for the light jacket, loosely draped around his shoulders, Rocky wouldn´t have seen him at all. His first thought was to move towards him and tend to stay put. As it was, neither of them moved.

Billy shifted uneasily. Suddenly he felt he knew how others must perceive Rocky, for in this very moment he felt like prey staring into the dark depths of a cave where death was always waiting.

Finally Rocky licked his lips, uncomfortable with the stretching silence. Heart throbbed in his ears. From the depths of heart he wanted to protest, but a tiny voice inside him told him that Josh was right. He wasn´t sure what he had heard in Josh´s voice because his words had killed him. The much more because there was nothing he could say. His actions had already belied all words he could have said now.

“Billy…” his voice was soft, with one word trying to convey why he was here. “Just, Come home with me.” Tears dwelled up in his eyes. A comforting hand landed on his shoulder.  He turned to look into the gentle eyes of Billy. “Please," he whispered, his voice cracking as he spoke and looked at Billy face to face as the dampness of his tears. As such as he was able to felt a hand on his shoulder and heard the soft warm voice for the last time.

Sadly, there were far fewer to tend by then but still Rocky had forced himself to help everyone equally, wanting all the while to never leave his side. “Wait!” he said with a trace of bitterness. The first trace of real worry crept into his voice. Billy spun at the sound of Rocky’s voice and held out a hand, warning him not to come any closer. “Don’t!” Billy looked behind him, waiting to see if anyone else would follow.

  “I don’t like the sound of all this,” ventured Rocky, starting to get extremely worried, something his friend could tell by the tone of his voice.

Once again, as was often the case, he had offered the reassurance that he had needed. “It’s okay,” he said in calming tones and was thick with emotion, but he knew better. It was not okay and he apologized in a contrite voice, he added. “I didn’t mean that,”

“I think I understand,” Billy said before he could further avoid his questions by employing stammered words and unfinished sentences.  Billy looked over his shoulder once or twice, noting Rocky's sullen expression. “You still care about her, didn’t you?” hinted and asked by Billy, but his voice filled with curiosity.

 Half-heartedly, “Yes.” he complained, his voice filled with frustration. His eyes drifted off in remembrance for a moment. But he shook his head quickly. Calm. As if he hadn’t just admitted to purposefully putting him in the same space as he feared the most. Without saying another word, he stood and sprinted off in the same direction from which he had come.  He reached out and caressed his tear-stained face. In a voice choked by tears,

“Please, don’t leave me!” pleaded Rocky as he stretched out his hand to stop Billy from leaving.   Billy jerked his arm away and glanced around nervously. A weak smile appeared on his face as he look up at his face. Shocked silence. Everyone was stunned. Most men looked in awe at Rocky who is next to Billy shaking with emotions. Sadness, fear, frustration, impatience and love were written plainly on his features, and noone dared to interrupt him, not wanting to come into the line of fire.

   “Perhaps,” agreed Billy with an air of dismissal. Looking a bit uncomfortable, Billy cleared his throat. "Because, I have too." answered Billy, the patience in his voice wearing thin.

“Right,” Rocky acquiesced with a distracted air.  Affectionately, he laid his hand on Billy’s shoulder. Billy’s stay had been brief, but in that short amount of time he must have seen how much they needed him.  “I don’t think of you as anyone else,” he chided softly, a smile dancing in his eyes. Billys face initially remained expressionless.  He could tell, though, that he wasn’t upset with the whole situation, but instead, just plain shocked by it.

Rocky crouched so that he was as close to eye level as he could get to Billy. To cradle that big head on his shoulder and let the tears come as he leaned forward and buried his face in the strong shoulder of Billy, allowing his aching heart to find solace in the embrace of the man to whom he had given comfort all his life.  The irony did not escape either of them, but neither cared as they stood together, each missing his best friend and finding love and emotional support in the arms of his remaining like a brother.

 “I have to go,” he said, feeling like he was choking on the words. His voice was so faint he thought, at first, he had not even heard him. Not this time, however. Clearly he had no desire, no matter how melodious, speak on his behalf. Slowly, laboriously, he said, “I will … never … forget you … Rocky …”

He smiled through the tears that had refused to stay behind his eyelids. “This is your home,” Rocky said insistently. “Being with me is your home.” he said feeling mortified but compelled to tell someone what was eating away at him. The feeling was strong inside him by then, and it was like before, when he'd cured his tears, but it was different, too. And not just because there was nothing wrong with me this time. It was different because this time he didn't know he was doing it. Lights were going on inside him where there had never been lights before. Not just in his brain; all over his body.

There was a speakerphone set up in the middle of the table, and his voice came over it. “All teams are on stand-down. We’re ten minutes outside the battle zone.”

The highly excitable voice shot back, “I’ll tell him you are here, sir,” he heard Ryan say in a voice that was clipped yet full of protective authority. Squatting in the bloody pool of flickering light, drawing in the silt with the point of his gladius.

The static seemed to clear slightly, as if the radio was steadying—or the hand holding it was.

At that particular moment, Josh, who was seated behind a desk, feeling frustrated and uncertain. Time was ticking down, and he had no play. Instead he was left sitting there, staring at an array of monitors that were providing him with nothing. He had a collection of rumors, of half leads, but nothing definitive. He needed to be able to see, he needed rock-solid intel from someone on the ground, and he was being relentlessly deprived of all that.

Suddenly an image appeared on the screen, causing Ryan to jump to his feet. But that wasn’t sufficient for him, who rapped the speaker box on the table as if Rocky were inside it. Ryan touched his finger to his lips. “Rocky, listen up. We only have one guy close enough who know anything about how to fight these things.”

A queasy knot began to tie itself behind his ribs. “But it’s our team, Ryan. Your discretion. I’d back you up as best I can.” replied Rocky, feeling just a little bit out of sorts now, with two voices in his head and the commotion of the party playing out all around him.

 “None of us does. Not really.” Josh put a hand on Rocky’s shoulder and frowned deeply into his eyes. “Rocky, you know I am your friend.”

"I know,"

There were GPS readouts coming through as well, localizing where the broadcast was originating from. In the meantime his fax machine came to life, spitting out a rushed transcript of the entire broadcast for reference.

  “Sending combat teams now … it’s a suicide run!” Ryan said sharply. Then he paused, considering Josh and Ryan were already starting to clear the area. Rocky knew he had to do so as well, because nothing was going to be served by standing close enough just to get fried. Even so, he remained as long as he could before he started to walk away. His communications channel open, Josh said, "I’ll radio exact targeting coordinates in T-minus five!” Looking down at his watch again, there wasn’t much time left as death is arriving soon.

 “Eagle, do you read?” came the concerned voice of Ryan over his communication device. “Billy,” he said, her voice a low warning. “We’re running out of time.”

“Clarification, sir,” came the voice of Billy.

Shocked by the familiar voice, Rocky whirled toward the speaker, confusion in his eyes. “Whoa, wait, what does that mean?” Rocky was suddenly less sanguine about the whole notion. “Billy, explain that—”

The hand that was holding an upwardly pointed thumb flattened out and wavered side to side, conveying the sign recognized throughout the galaxy.

Josh mind started filtering some of the information he was hearing. “Channel’s still open. He’s just not talking. What— what are your orders, Sir?”   Josh considered. He had listened. Now he had to decide whether or not to commit. The whole battle group would be waiting on his decision.

  Meanwhile, Billy fought to keep the alarm out of his voice, not wanting to scare him. "Rocky. You're the best friend I could ever ask for. And you always will be." he said in his most innocent voice with tears welling up.    He gave a certain puppy dog eyes that Josh, Ryan and Rocky only knew so well. An infinite reach of time passed in a moment as a shared lifetime of memories, but his memory would always be with them and just maybe a bit of that wonderful gentle spirit of his might come to reside in his namesake.  A flood of emotion swept over Rocky and he could not stop the hot tears that had begun to course down his cheeks.

Rocky's mind locked up completely. He simply couldn’t process what he was seeing. "Billy!" He shouted, his voice cracking in fear.

He heard Rocky’s panicked voice shouting, "We have to go." he hesitated and then, seeing the look in his eyes, switched tracks and continued but Billy ignored him. Or perhaps he didn’t, if one could term doing the exact opposite of what you were told ignoring the speaker.  “I—” was all that came out, and it was barely a whisper. I closed my eyes, trying to let her reassurances calm me, but there was still so much that I didn’t know.

He opened his eyes, a look of utter devastation straining his face. There were tears in his eyes as well. “I can’t.” The words croaked. The tears were coming faster now, tickling his cheeks and staining his lips with salt. “I'm going home…”

Turning to look at the map. All that energy was still rippling through him. He could almost see it. But his mind seemed to be a million miles away. Or, maybe it was years without a single regret, . The taste of salt in his mouth was surely from both of their tears. He was certain now that he knew their pain. He pulled away and felt an emptiness that threatened to break him.

Rocky wiped away the tear trickling down his cheek, just as he had that day decades ago when this boy had come into his life. It was only right that he should try to smile, to wish Billy well as he went back out of his life today.  He placed a hand on Billy’s shoulder and a deep understanding passed between them. “Promise you won’t leave me,” Rocky said, reaching for his hand and then both of them laughed, too, acknowledging with a nod the well-earned reputation of his favorite mischief-maker. "I promise," Billy responded by giving him a smart salute. The promise seemed to satisfy Billy, who squirmed around to see where he was going instead of where he’d been.

 He so desperately wanted to speak more with Billy. He couldn’t decide what he would ask him first. Tears of sorrow and joy brimmed in his eyes, blurring his view of the landscape. He wiped his tears away before they could fall. Lifting his chin up high, he took a deep breath to cleanse his emotions from his throat.

Josh and Ryan focused ahead with no sign of recognition. His head rose, and he turned to look at Josh. Rocky started to halfheartedly protest, but he was determined now. Josh took Rocky's sleeve and pulled him a few feet away, dragging him out from Billy's tense stare. Josh’s hand on Rocky’s chest stopped the boy from lunging at Billy. Sighed before he looked into Billy’s shimmering blue eyes. Ryan moved closer to Rocky and placed his arm about Rockys’ shoulders.

  “Now, please,” he whispered and took a breath and lightened his heart. Still, his hands on the back of his chest, his cheeks, memorizing every faces of them. He looked up, feeling like at any moment, he could and would give him all the time he had. “I must go.” Billy shook his head and muttered, feeling the heavy sinking of utter loneliness in him. Rocky stood motionless until he knew in his own heart as he glanced at Billy, the tears glistening on his face remained unmoving seemingly unaware that he rested in his Josh's loving embrace.

There were few words to capture the emotions swarming around Billy. Staying by his side, whom who refused to let go of his hand. As the wind tousled his hair, his heart pounded with delight and sorrow. He felt the need to keep squeezing his hand, reaffirming his new reality. The fear Billy might disappear, or he might wake from a dream, made it difficult to look away.

This time, he left the place on foot. His gaze drifted over Ryan and Josh, then around the horizon. He searched for lurking foes everywhere, led by the Salvatore Brothers, and Cade, with Ryan at his side.

Lifting his eyes, half expecting trouble, he stared disbelievingly at him. “Rocky?” Billy arched his eyebrow skeptically, now certain that he was dissembling.

As though freed by his movement, Rocky took a step closer; Rocky's face was closed and expressionless. But then his genial smile faded to a frown, they looked at each other as if over a vast distance, then Rocky took the final step till he and Billy stood close enough to place his fingers on the wall, in frustration. Even though he can hear the thud, thud, thud of his footsteps behind him, and he know that he’s pursuing, but not really keeping up. Meanwhile, Billy found the round stone door with the worn triquetra. Billy ran his fingers over the faded symbol, then let his hand sweep wide over the surface in a circling motion. Billy put his shoulder into it and shoved the stone. It started to shift, and rested his hand on the door.

“Its about time, Josh." Billy said, nearly whispered to an edge of touchiness in his voice. 

His footsteps come closer, and he don’t dare move for fear of making noise and drawing his attention. While Billy standing watching, thus his places his fingers on the glass wall, activating the door in which he pauses just a few steps away, and Billy wonder if he’s being spotted. Rocky gasps in horror, after the door then locks. Now, that the door completely locks, Rocky whimpers as he watches the lock's reflection of the glass door Billy dissipate, turning into a glowing green lock of the handprint; Rocky then suddenly places his fingers on the glass wall one more time, which makes the entire dome to vanish back into the temple's present state; After a second, Rocky looked at Billy, and something glittered in his eyes, and then he was gone, so quickly that Rocky wasn’t sure what he’d seen.

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Farewell and Goodbye Part 1

Turning his head to Billy, Rocky tried to catch Billy’s attention, but failed. He tightened his grip on his fist, hoping that Billy would look at him. As he set his concentration and burst into the open, arriving in what he hope looks like a flurry of frustration. Though, Billy couldn’t hear them, but he could see their lips moving. Josh was studying the source, trying to figure a way out, while Rocky was attacking the shield, clearly trying to get to Billy.

Billy was facing Rocky, trying to get his attention, while Ryan seemed to be doing what Josh was doing.

Finally, he was able to muster up some words. “Billy!” he cried out in recognition to the child in the room. But, the voice was low in Billy's ear. He glanced at his face. In the dim light, he wasn’t sure if he was enjoying this or not. There was something unreadable in his expression.

“We have to leave, We have to flee now. There are too many men to fight.” he detected a hint of panic in his voice, his eyes fixed on Billy. He looked at Rocky as well. It seemed surreal to know that these men had been talking about him, about this, without him being there.

Billy met his gaze, an unspoken question on his face. Where was this coming from? For him, it was like being hit in the stomach. He had often thought of Rocky. He thought of him every time he looked at the picture of their friendship that Rocky had given him. He had wondered what he would say if they ever met again.

So, Billy took a step towards still looked back at their friends at the same moment that Rocky looked at Billy. Though not looking at directly at Rocky, for a moment, everyone except Rocky could not understood why Billy hadn’t stayed around, he had expected him to wait until everyone was safe. Though his eyes stayed on his opponents, until he was sure there was going to be no trouble. So, he took a step towards Rocky. And knew that Billy would had hurt him badly when he left, but Rocky had never given up hope that Billy would return one day safely.

“Billy!” The word barely reached Billy’s ears. When he did finally look away as his head turned toward the direction of his voice. He still wasn’t used to the sightless eyes, or the way they didn’t land on his face when he spoke to Rocky, but instead, stared off somewhere beyond his shoulders.

His heart ached at how dull those eyes were now. And his heart ached over when he had that paragraph memorized, and could hear the tone of his voice each time he read it. But, became aware of someone standing looking at him.

No longer relied only on his hearing or eyesight for his brain to register someone’s presence. He lifted his head and smiled. He held out his left arm, and used Rocky's voice to guide him. His expression grew more sober and that’s when the tears began. The tears and the memories and thoughts, an emotional overload all at once, came flooding in.

Suddenly he was terrified, almost choked with a need to get out of there. Rocky took a deep breath to keep from making a sharp retort. "Get out of there." he said in a tone that warned the young boy he’d best agree with him, but for a moment he felt frozen there, as if he did not want to go.

Then Billy heard, through the darkness, his own name being called upon by Rocky. They met on either side of the glass. The beam of the lantern he unveiled turned it veined and gold as he held up a hand. Billy was silent for a moment before answering and his blue eyes had filled with tears but he fought not to cry. Billy watched his face, his expression changing from his excitement at seeing him to the realization that he still can't be freed. And he tried hard… damn, he tried so hard to push it away, but he couldn’t.

It had hurt him, leaving Rocky like that, but he hadn’t wanted to be burdened with Rocky’s emotional dependence, like Elena and Stefan were. Life had been too hard for Billy to understand that it wasn’t a burden for Rocky and his friends. He just knew that he couldn’t live up to Rocky’s expectations, and so he had left. He briefly wondered if that was disobedience, but he didn’t think so.

Where did he fit in? he wasn't sure. he was still someone who'd suffered as a result of someone's actions, so he stand at the glass wall watching him. In the last two days some change has come over him and the events surrounding his death would stay with them forever.Still, there was no given reaction, then Billy shook his head. There was a pause, and what sounded like a resigned sigh. 

Billy lost his enthusiasm for life and ignored the words and kept his own tone calm and gentle.

“I can't,” There was a forced quality to his voice, honestly. He don’t have that kind of power and a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. Even though they had lost contact with him, Billy told them there was no reason to lose hope.

As Rocky looked down at him, his face now illuminated by the overhead light of the door. Once he saw him smile, and shake his head. He hadn’t been sure what to expect, but this really wasn’t it.

"Billy?" There was concern in his voice, but slightly puzzled by the look on his face. He thought he was offering Billy the reassurance he wanted, but it didn’t appear that way.

Rocky's voice broke into his thoughts, it was done with a perfect unstudied naturalness. His brow creased below that expanse of his head. Then the lines smoothed out and he smiled. "I have to do this.” he said with as much sincerity as he could muster. There was a little block in his throat, and he tried to swallow it away. Began to think, looking back on it, that something bad had already begun to happen to him, but he was too fixed--mentally and emotionally--on doing his duty to notice.

During that time, he longed for home; he wished to be any place but where he was.  His wishing was in vain, as were his cries.  He was far from home and the family he loved more than life.  They couldn’t help him, not this time, for it would take a miracle to get him out of his current predicament. He’d made a fatal mistake; of that he was sure.  But he was innocent, he was sure of that as well.

Billy just caught the look of distress on Rocky’s face as he looked down. It was enough to see his eyes mist over and he gave an involuntary shudder as he fought to keep in control.

Rocky looked at Billy wanting an answer that might help him understand why he had had to cope on his own. Rocky slowly shook his head. There were tears streaking down his face. Looking at him instead; suddenly realised that he found that he hadn’t noticed his presence yet and he was able to listen to the heart to heart conversation. He had been so consumed in his own grief that he hadn’t thought about Billy and what he was going through.

 A deep sense of sadness filled him. Since, Billy doesn’t answer. Instead, he take a step back, all of a sudden feeling stupid that he asked. Why would he not tell me?

 "Billy, what are you doing? You’re not supposed to be in there." he yelled on the verge of a fresh set of tears, but there was a little edge to his voice that didn’t escape Billy’s notice, who was cool and detached, apart from where Rocky was concerned and he lift his eyes to meet his through his lashes, frowning with his hands fist on the wall, getting annoyed.

Rocky looked at him with his strange eyes--bloodshot, distant, on the verge of tears . . . and yet calm, too, as if crying was not such a bad way of life, not once you got used to it. He even smiled a little.

Rocky took everything in stride, nothing ever bothered him, darkness never seeped in deep enough to stain his happy-go-fucking-lucky attitude, his hands blocking his face but not the sobs he could hear. Each one chipping away at his image of him.

  Billy backed away from his meltdown unsure of what to do. He wasn’t the comforting one and he was very close with Rocky making all of this a lot harder.

  Out of nowhere, while he watched in horror, his tight fist banged against the glass wall like it would soothe him.

Rocky inhaled his tears and congestion, swiping his shirt down his face trying to clear away the fact that he was still crying. Unfolding a paper from his pocket, he saw a photo of Billy and him.

“Go ahead. I know you’re dying to say I told you so,” his voice was horse and broken into sharp shards.

"Yeah, I am. I used to think that I couldn’t do anything right, that I didn’t deserve my powers," Billy said in a not-quite-steady voice as he spoke to him in a low voice, so not even Josh and Ryan, would overhear.

But his golden eyes just grew wider and he stared at Billy in utter disbelief. He swallowed again. And then somehow found the courage to speak. "But there’s something that I can do."

Silence.

He didn’t move one muscle, the kind of confidence that didn’t need actions to prove he meant what he said, it was just clear as day. But watching the strongest person he know break… it made him feel even more fragile.

Billy was dumbfounded. He couldn´t speak, couldn´t think. All thoughts that were left whirled together in his head. And centred around one thing.

For a moment, mercifully brief, Billy saw the pain burning away from Rocky's face and revealing the watery blobs of jelly which had been his eyes.     The words hung in the air. Billy could have answered in a few ways. He could have reminded him that everyone had known the danger when it comes to the town they reside in. But that would be worse than saying nothing.

“No,” he replied, flatly, and looked up at him with steady eyes, but he cut in. " I can save all of you." his voice had grown softer with every word. He was shivering. When he finished, he found he was barely able to look into Rocky´s eyes.

Rocky couldn’t believe what he was hearing. "But it’s all or none!" he yelled in a troubled voice that reeked with unspoken fear that he might somehow lose this special friend of his. When he spoke, it was a low rumble, a half breath, like it was cracking his ribs all over again just to say it.

This couldn’t be, thought Rocky, not the kid who had saved his life on more than one occasion, only to find out later that they would become close friends, very close, each of them staring at the opposite wall. If there were mirrors, they would have seen endless versions of themselves.

And suddenly from behind them, Ryan yelled as loudly as he could, "incoming!"

A jet was howling through the air in their direction. Rocky hoped for a moment that it hadn’t spotted them, that it was just hurtling past on its way to somewhere else. That notion was quickly dashed when the jet angled straight down toward them and opened fire with a strafing run.

Everyone was scattered in all directions, and it was just Rocky’s luck—or maybe it was by design—that the jet appeared to be zeroing in on him. It chewed up ground behind him, and he knew that it was catching up. It was only a matter of seconds before it overtook him, and there was nowhere for him to hide.

  And suddenly the jet exploded, blown right out of the air.

  The concussive force knocked both Rocky off his feet, and he fell flat onto the ground. Rocky threw his arms over his head to protect it as huge chunks of the fighter bounced all around him. He saw the head of a pilot, go rolling past, and—with the sound of the explosion still ringing in his ears—he looked around to see where the blast that had destroyed the jet had come from.

 They stood outside of the open area for a few seconds, getting their bearings. Josh had equipped them with sturdy LED lanterns, but it didn't feel like the light fell very far. There could be anything lurking ten feet away, Josh thought. And there probably was. Ryan shut down his lantern and just . . .disappeared. It was startling, but they knew he was going to do it, at least; the plan was that he'd get out ahead and save the world. Ryan lifted his head and smiled. He held out Josh's left arm, and used his voice. As the walkie-talkie clicked a moment later--no voice message, just the quiet electronic signal and to guide Billy.

“Go . . .” Ryan paused for a mo­ment, seeking an appropriate descriptive based on the brief bit of conversation he had absorbed from Rocky and those who had been whispering behind him.

The radio jumped to life as Josh heard the words he dreaded most. Stood straighter, glanced sideways at Josh, and moved his lips closer to the pickup so he could lower his voice. "We're okay. " 

Billy slowly looked up. The clouds did look threatening, but there was no smell of storm in the air.  They should still have time to go and return—with all of them working together.  He hesitated and then looked into Ryan's eyes. 

Josh’s security stormed the open area, when he came running to their side hoping for answers. “Sir, there hasn’t been a breach. We aren’t sure what’s happening. We need to lock it down now. No one in or out.”    “If we are to do something, we need to do it now!” Billy voice was soft and authoritive. Then looked back over his shoulder at the people standing behind him and raised his voice so that everyone could hear his words. 

“What do you want us to do?” he asked, losing interest in the subject. “Guard Rocky,” he called back to those behind him. Josh checked his ink to Kathryn and found it closed. He sighed in relief as it showed she was shielding herself.   “and I will protect your back.” Ryan moved to stand at his side.

Then Rocky pleaded wordlessly, and to Ryan he nodded at once almost before he was conscious of doing so.  He smiled slightly at how easily he could bend him to his wishes, and it occurred to him and automatically he rose and moved to stand at Josh's side. As Ryan stepped up next to Josh as both the men nodded agreement with him, but he knew he was right.   Billy explanation was cut short by noises ahead. But, had to fake not knowing what he meant when Rocky looked at him confused, waiting for him to explain. His labored breaths had him worried enough after his heart was almost physically broken to match how he felt now.

  Shrugging, he gave him the best performance I could knowing how committed he was to being his characters. "Yeah."he said, although he felt a lot less confident now than he had before.

“What do you mean?” he says, genuinely concerned.

 To Rocky’s astonishment, Billy froze in place, and he turned his head in the direction from which the plea had come: he could have taken that moment to lash out. Instead he made no move at all, waiting to see how this unexpected interruption would play out.

Billy agreed, drawing himself up. “I… I have to do this,” he said, feeling like he was choking on the words. His voice was so faint he thought, at first, he had not even heard him. Still, insisted with all traces of seriousness embedded deeply into his dark features. He stopped in mid-sentence, reflecting on the sud­den thought, deliberating over the realization.

“You don’t understand.” his voice seemed even farther away than it actually was be seen as he nibbled on his lower lip, clearly anxious. It was totally endearing.

It took a long moments to recover his breath.Billy tried to speak and couldn't. He could, though. What he said next was the longest he ever heard him speak. Well, okay, he probably don’t like to reply. He doesn’t need to threaten him with a good time when he is already chasing death.

 Who was Rocky standing before him and speaking so res­olutely? The same tentative, almost timid youth he had so recently seen off as emotional and mental scars that had been left behind. Shifting his gaze, he eyed Rocky stand­ing silently behind him. No—he had become something else. Something more.

If he could turn back the hands of time over the last few years and foresee what would befall him, Rocky would have taken Billy out of harms way, if necessary, and made sure that Billy was safe in another town away from the dangers that lurked.

Rocky smiled through the tears that had refused to stay behind his eyelids.

There were tears in his eyes as well.

"All of my family gets to live and none of them gets hurt. " He said in a husky voice.  He looked quickly around at the confused faces, then directly into his eyes. It was like a brick wall had been built between them, and it was getting harder and harder to reach in and find the real Billy.

The boy had changed so much over the past few weeks. He had been a confident young man full of energy and laughter who filled the house with love and joy.  Now the boy was sullen and withdrawn and spoke rarely unless asked a question, and even then it was a battle to get some sort of answer.

Rocky swore to himself that he didn't care how long it took, but he, Ryan and Josh would be there every minute of the day and night, if necessary, just to bring Billy back safely.

The tears were coming faster now, tickling his cheeks and staining his lips with salt.

"Billy, I’ve never had a family. You know that. Everybody I’ve ever cared about, they all left me. My mom, my dad, everyone."

His eyes closed and he gritted his teeth tightly to force back the pain. When he opened them again Billy was still there. The expression on his face had not changed. His smile was weak and tortured, so he shook his head, reliving the pain, the suffering made real. " So when I found you guys, I had to hang on and I’ve been hanging on too tight."

Billy knows the two of them have endured enough misery in their lives. He smiled at the sight of the two, once companions, knew something more. They deserve to find that bit of happiness together.

  Yet, he found himself scanning the grounds, searching for more faces. The faces of his friends, those he’d never see again.

Billy laughed a little at their serious faces, wiping his eyes self-consciously.  “I…I didn’t mean to cause a fuss. But, you."

Tried, to speak but the words jumbled together. His throat moved and he drew in another faltering breath. “No, you need to leave,” Billy said. And he didn’t think he could explain it to himself at the moment.

Forced a smile into his voice and picked up the moonstoon Bonnie had given him, holding it out to him. As he took his free hand, holding it tight, with Rocky's blue eyes fluttered open. They could see the pain lurking in the dark depths.

“You need to get as far away from here as you can. Take the moonstone with you. Protect her at all costs." Billy spoke softly, as if he could control the agony by parceling out the amount of breath it took to speak. There was a brief silence and a subdued laugh on the line.

"He will not rest until it is his. Everyone needs to split up and go their separate ways. If we aren’t together, we can divide his resources. It will confuse him for a while. He will need to regroup, form a new plan, before he can come after any of us.”

“Split up?” Rocky asked, shaking his head and a single tear tracked down his dirty cheek. “You can’t be serious.—”

He could see Rocky didn’t really believe him, so at the expense of additional pain he took a deeper breath and relax as he spoke strongly. "Rocky, I won’t let you go on thinking this way. Look at me," he demanded, and Rocky reacted instinctively to his voice. Billy spaced his words carefully, forcefully. "It was not your fault," he said. “He doesn’t want them as badly as he wants her and the moonstone. You are a hero, Rocky. You can find someone who will give you a child, and you're gonna watch him grow."

Moved behind Billy, put a hand on his shoulder. "She will be a great asset to you. You will find a Warrior ten years after that who will protect you in your quest. Do not guard your heart against her, for she is your girlfriend. She will know things, like I do. Trust in what she says, and she is not like the others.” And then his eyes slid lower, widening a bit. 

“Yeah, yeah, ha ha, very funny,” Rocky said, but there was laughter in his voice.

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NINA DOBREV as ELENA GILBERT  “Bring It On” S4E16 | THE VAMPIRE DIARIES (2009-2017)

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nina dobrev has to be one of the most beautiful women in the world, like just look at her.

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ELENA GILBER "necklace" Appreciation Post

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FREYA MIKAELSON The Originals (2013-2018)

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Caroline Forbes and Klaus Mikaelson in 03x14 "Dangerous Liaisons" The Vampire Diaries (2009-2017)

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Murder House Party Part 1

Bonnie walks towards Professor Shane. Damon and Elena start walking into the party looking at people.

"Inebriated sleezeballs all covered in blood." his tone added a sarcastic edge to his words.  Damon's own lips drawn into a tight, humorless smirk. Then he turned once more to face Elena, his icy blue eyes, steady, unblinking, fixed on Elena's opaque, mocha eyes. Waiting, wanting her to speak next.  "Come on. Pick one." he said In his voice was flat and authoritative with the inarguable, mad logic of the totally obsessed, his eyes were fixed on hers.

[Elena sighed inwardly, as her eyes gazed around the room looking for her first victim, landing on person to person. Finally, her gaze rest on a man that had just slipping roofies into a girl's drink.]

Her voice was cold as as a cold void opened in her chest and she has a pretty determined heart. In a small, cautious voice, she said, "I think I found one."

It surprised Damon when Elena answered him without hesitation. "Roofie guy?" Damon questioned softly, respectfully, as he looked in the direction she was looking.

Elena forced herself to stare back into the clear icy blue eyes. "Mhm." Elena nodded, it was simply a feeling, too clear and direct and powerful to be denied, every molecule in her body seemed to come alive at the mere scent of this blood. "Nice choice. Go get him." Damom said, encouragingly. It was an order much more difficult than it should have been. Her striking gaze was unseeing and her lips were parted slightly. She was submissive and subdued in his vampire trance. Elena nodded and walked past him briskly, over towards the roofie guy. Purposely she bumped into him, spilling her drink. "Oh.. I'm sorry," she said, setting her doe eyes on him. "…Drink?" she asked, her interest indeed piqued, edging her cup closer to his hand. "Sure," He replied, a smile gracing his lips. Elena smirked, walking past him into the other room. The guy followed as he now stood in front of her was hesitated, for some reason uncomfortable with what she was about to do. Roofie stared at her in bewilderment and was still talking to Elena, looking hopeful, even good-humored.

"Great party, right?" he asked,

"Yeah." A small smile curled at the corners of her mouth as she spoke. She hadn’t felt this excited since her teeth had last sunk into the neck of an unwilling victim. As he leaned into kiss her, she pushed him back. His back hit the wall with a thud. "You're not going to make a sound," she told him pleasantly, began as her pupils dilated. Slowly her face changed, the veins sprawled out underneath her eyes, her fangs protruded from her canines, and then ventured down to his bare neck then bit into his neck. The warm, red liquid, ran down her throat, eliciting a small groan of pleasure from Elena. She held onto him tighter as her fangs sank deeper into his neck, the blood beginning to run down her chin. Damon walked in then, watching her with amused eyes. But then, threading his way through the crowd, Rocky noticed the fleeting look that passed between the crowd. Brief though it was, Billy saw it, too. Damon turned to regard the man who had stepped forward, over whom he towered by at least a foot. It was Damon who spoke first, crying out in a startled voice, “Rocky!” he frowned at him, that flash of anger back in his icy eyes and a muscle in his jaw flexed as he ground his teeth in frustration.

The image of the pool of blood collecting on the front ground, Rocky's hand, limp and still, in the middle of it, came to him, and he squeezed his eyes shut.  "Well, look at that,” he exclaimed and threw back his hood and ignited his blade. Then he stepped back and touched one of the smears of blood that had dried to a maroon smears on the foor.  That caught his attention, he glanced away from the Elena for a second before looking back in at his reflection.

Saw a baby cooing and giggling back at him. His eyes widened as he looked away from Elena, a blinding white light changing his view.

     A baby's cry echoed and around him flames and wood came falling down. In the midst of the flames a devil stood tall, he raised his sword and let out a call. Demons came running, some were invincible and others pershing his mother.   Another memory hit him, a quick flash of his mom and his crying rang through him. Then the devil jumped back from one of the fallen demons, his glare aiming right at Rocky's mother and into the flames to be buried before disappearing to darkness.    Reaching under the same wooden planks, Po pulled out the toy he once held as a baby.  His eyes wide as he felt it's side in his claws. Billy watched from her own flames, smiling slowly as he was getting closer to recall his past, "Stop fighting. Let it flow." He looked straight to Elena and then looking down, he placed the red liquid to his cheeks using his two index finger, before furrowing his brows and recalling his memory with Elena.      Taking a deep breath, he listened to the noice next to him. He swayed his right foot forward in a circle, gently dragging it in front then behind him. Frowning softly before bringing his hands together. In a swift movement, his arms rotated in a circular motion before reaching with his right hand catching the air in his hand, but instead of it dispersing, it stayed together.

Rocky opened his eyes, expecting to see Elena in front of him, and cracked an amused smile in his lips, blue eyes narrow as he is filled with a new determination. A crumpled hand closed his fist around Damon’s neck and lifted him off the ground. The icy eyes bulged, but he kept his silence.

Digits contracted. Reaching up, a hand clutched the startled Damon and him pulled him violently forward. That Damon was now close, closer than he had ever been to it. As Damon contined to struggled to breathe in that remorseless grasp, While desperately tried to pry herself loose, but to no avail. Keeping calm while maintaining the air in its sphere-like shape.

"Let me go," Damon gurgled, barely able to breathe. From somewhere deep within, he dredged up a squeal of outrage. “This is a… I'm doing the orders… Did you not see our… markings? We’re on a… blood… hunt.” he elegantly maneuvered the air letting it glide along his skin as it also moved into his arms and body, moving the air to the other hand now steering the air up in his arm. Slowly lowering his hands onto his side that he turned it into a fist as he was not pleased.

The young man cast his blue eyes over his shoulders at the man behind him and silently cursed the dirty bearded man. "You hurt those people," He squeezed harder, the threat in his grip implicit. "Elena, know that." he swallowed the knot that had suddenly grown in his throat and tried to turn his eyes away from the piercing blue eyes that scrutinized him. 

Thick digits tightened further, and Elena struggles became more and more frantic. His last words were muffled and choked past intelligibility. When he finally replied, Damon's voice was a bare, choked whisper while putting desperation into his voice. “Only... you ruining everything.” Even though the figure went limp with an awful,

unquestionable finality, that hand continued to tighten, only then his panic makes him become more impulsive.

  Sensing Damon’s anger surge, his mouth tightens. His anger is now like a living presence in the room.

"What are you doing?," Damon growled, furious as he was and knew there was nothing he could do. So many plans so carefully laid, so many intentions that must now go unfulfilled…

“Just wait until I get my hands on that boy!” Damon muttered under his breath. There is no compassion, no love in Damon's voice. It has been seared away by the furnace of anger smoldering within him. "you are ruining everything!" His voice took on a timbre lower and more menacing than any man had ever heard.

Heart was pounding so loud it was eclipsing all other sounds. 

"Leave me alone!" Damon yelled, so desperate to save Elena's life by distracting Rocky, and to his relief, Rocky unclenches his fist and Damon's body crumples to the ground.

"….or you'll die!" he demanded, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Felt a warm glow of satisfaction, "Yeah, yeah no pleasure," he said, but in his voice there was none of the old wry pleasure in his own wit. Rocky then turned, and lifted while his hands pretend to wavered in the air, holding Elena just like Damon by the throat several centimeters above the floor. 

Pulling himself up to his full six foot two inches, Damon spoke slowly, deliberately—his deep voice low and threatening, his eyes never breaking from his adversary.

Rocky watched him carefully, gauging to his reactions.  The tiny smile twisted into a sneer and Damon bravely said, “Alright, I surrender—”

Rocky raised his thick brows. “Begging your pardon?” he gulped, astonished beyond measure, “but you actually know of such a person you are?”

 At the suggestion, Rocky's blue eyes suddenly widened. “alright, I forgive you,” he admitted in a more subdued voice, as though he had had a choice in the matter. Held his breath, expecting Damon to turn his wrath on himself. But the angered man held himself in check. Damon's eyes were like black onyx and his breathing was slow and deliberate. Rocky watched Damon's apple move up and down as he swallowed his emotions. He felt his own throat constrict and he was forced to swallow as well.

Suddenly, Damon stopped speaking. Rocky made a powerful pinching movement with his digits and then suddenly Damon's in the air, and caused Damon to desperately reach to his own throat, he gasp for air thus he can't breathe. Icy eyes remained fixed along his gaze as his fist tightens as his body spasmed.

Even though Damon went limp with an awful, unquestionable finality, that hand continued to tighten, producing a chilling snapping and popping of bone, like a dog padding on plastic. Then with a disgusted wheeze Rocky finally threw his hands like a doll of the dead man against a far wall.

 Rocky’s shoulders slumped as his large frame relaxed. Blue eyes took on a faraway expression. Lips that had minutes ago been taunt with stress, turned upward forming a half smile.

"Now remember, the idea is not to kill him." Damon suddenly spoke softly, his incredibly clam voice carrying the power of ages behind it. When there was no response, a small trace of worry crept into his features. "Elena," he repeated, commanding Elena’s attention. Still nothing. "Step away from the ledge," he said, as he moved closer to her. His smile vanished, and the next words came out in a sinister hiss. Keeping his eyes on her, "Elena!" he called out her name in a loud voice enough for her to hear.  

That was when she was able to pull herself away, mouth full of blood, It ran down her chin, neck. As her face returned back to it's normal state, she eyed the guy. The crimson liquid slowly oozing down toward her tongue.

"Leave and forget about this." She said as there was of course no need to raise her voice. While meeting her gaze head on and swiftly compelling him. The man froze, his eyes wide, his pallor pale.  She smirked as she turned to Damon, any sympathy she felt instantly washed away as she wiped the blood from her mouth with the back of her hand and strode back toward Damon.

"Nice touch." He said while smiling maliciously, "How do you feel?" Damon asked, observing the partially closed eyes while leaning over her.

"I..I…I feel good." Elena said, though his tone was not disrespectful, and a hint of teasing in her slightly gravelly voice.

Damon looked at the self-satisfied expression on Elena's face. Damon smirked, eyeing her. Elena let out a small laugh and rushed towards him, throwing her arms around him in a hug. When she was close enough to his ear almost a whisper, "I want more." She shook her head, and he saw a small flash of regret in her eyes.   [They smile at each other and Elena walks away. Billy came running back a few minutes later. “Rocky?” Billy steps out and stands in front him, his eyes searching mine. “Dude, What happened?” "Elena tries to murder the dude." he shake his head from side to side and tease his tongue bar across his lips. “Elena and Damon just did the unthinkable," But this is a new level of weird to come into his life and he wish to fucking God that he never had those images shoved into his head. He hang his head and cross his arms. “Sometimes it would be so much fucking better if they just didn’t exist. Does that make me a bad person?” “No. Just the Salvatore family are a bunch of dickheads.” Billy throws his head back and sighs. Billy blanches and his lips curl back in disgust. “That’s pretty fucked up even for her.” “I know, Billy. I know.” Shaking off the melancholy that’s wrapped itself around him, straighten up and head back inside. “Jesus Christ, woman!” Rocky shout, throwing my arms in the air. “I do not need to know how good Damon is in bed, or how big his dick is. I am going through a drought right now, you know! I have cobwebs and shit down there.” "You should try it sometime, Roofie. You’re so uptight it’s unreal.” His eyes narrow at their face, lip curled back as if he’s disgusted with what he sees. “Oh stop it. How many times have I had to sit here and cringe whilst listening to your romping tales?” She takes a sip of her wine and raises a brow at me. “Yours were so much more graphic, may I add.” He pretend to look like his deep in thought and had to concede. It’s true. he talked to her about every sexual encounter Damon had whilst she wasn’t getting any. He guess it’s only fair that she listen to his. “But I see Damon all the time and I don’t want to picture the big brute naked. No, nuh uh.” Katy throws her head back, laughing so loud that the students turn their heads to scowl at them. He poke his tongue out at them, very immature and that he know. “Sorry, but that was pretty fucking comical. You never cease to amaze me with what comes out of your gob.” Katy is still laughing, but quieter this time. I glare at her. Like, serious death glare. “Okay, okay. We’ll change the subject.”   “As long as the topic stays off a certain knob head, then yeah, lets.” She knows who he is talking about because for a few months now he had avoided any kind of conversation about him. Tried to, anyway. Katy is convinced he is pining after Elena but she couldn’t be any further from the truth. The way he spoke about Damon after it hooked up in his mind, it will be forever etched into his head. Dickhead, douchebag and he’s so many other fucking things too. ]

Elena and Damon are dancing with two girls. Damon bites the neck of the girl he's dancing with and drinks from her. Elena continues to dance with her girl and grabs her by the shoulders. She compels her.] Elena: Don't scream. This isn't gonna hurt. [Elena tilts the girl's head over and bites her neck and drinks. She stops. There is blood dripping down her chin. She lets go of the girl and begins to dance again. Damon sees her from across the room and starts to walk towards her. Elena sees him and smiles. She wraps her arms around his neck and they start to dance together. Elena runs her hand across Damon's neck and licks the blood from off her fingers. Bonnie reenters the room and sees Damon and Elena dancing together. Elena sees Bonnie and starts to come down from her high. Bonnie looks shocked. Elena stops dancing.] Elena: Oh my God. Oh my God. [Damon tries to stroke her cheek, but she backs off and walks away towards Bonnie. Damon watches her go.] Elena: [to Bonnie] I've got to get out of here. [Elena walks past Bonnie. Bonnie continues to stare at Damon who is still dancing.]

He was about to go over and say hi, when an idea came to him. After what he’d just learned from listening to Elena’s conversation he opted for a little more eavesdropping.

"I'm here to help," he replied. His voice was light and relaxed and its rare for him. He was usually wound up tightly, ready for any attack. Probably he figured he was safe inside or at least as safe as he could be around his friends. Rocky was the only one who had trouble ignoring the romantic tension between them.

“Rocky, What are you doing here?” Elena managed to ask while trying to fight off the surreal feeling that was coming over her. said, his calm completely unruffled, his dark eyes wholly unnerving.

Not only Elena have been called in, but Rocky are caving in at the first sign of adventure. He can only glimpse part of his face beneath the hood, but he recognize the signs.

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CHAPTER I: Dwellers In The Hills (preview)

The afternoon sunlight poured in over the swinging doors at the bar's entrance. Someone had tacked a picture of him and posted against the wall, but that was the extent of his company. Places like this didn't run to providing him for their clientele. Just to liquor and cards.

It was a routine Thursday night at Bella's; the piano was tinkling tinnily in the background, and the specialty of the house-nothing more than rotgut with a fancy label on the bottle-was flowing freely despite the especially sparse population of the house on this night.

Lustrous color from the sun, when it shone upon him, he was so light-eyed and light-haired that the self-same rays appeared to draw out of him what little color he ever possessed. His cold eyes would hardly have been eyes, but for the short ends of lashes which, by bringing them into immediate contrast with something paler than themselves, expressed their form. His short-cropped hair might have been a mere continuation of the sandy freckles on his forehead and face. His skin was so unwholesomely deficient in the natural tinge, that he looked as though, if he were cut, he would bleed white. Rocky was hit with the smell of cheap beer. Momentarily overwhelming his senses.

Rocky had to bite his lip, to prevent himself from gagging. The Saloon wasn't the nicest saloon in the West Virginia but it was one he visited often. The saloon was filled with the quiet roar of conversation and a slow out-of-tune piano song, enough to drown out any conversation the three men were having. Around the crowded corner table sat with the two best friends. One flashed his signature smirk before downing the rest of the liquor in one sip. The patron swallowed down the strong liquor with a grimace and a smile as they stare at him or the closest they could get to enjoying a drink here. There was quite a bit of commotion coming from a poker table in the corner. No one so much as looked at him as he walked in. Anyone still had their attention elsewhere. Momentarily forgetting his mission he drifted close to the table. The commotion dragging him in. There was a game of poker taking place, and it seemed to be taking an interesting turn.

Across from the dealer was a woman. She was dressed in men's clothes. Her blonde hair pulled up, revealing her pinkish lips and grin. She gently slumped her arm against her chair, feet kicked up on the table. From the reaction of the crowd she seemed to be winning this game. Though she had no expression on her face, all of her focus on her hand.

Since the three of them had put Jenkins in his place, they had changed, become hardened. They had robbed bigger targets, killed more people. Gotten a little too proficient in guns, rifles, and other methods in how to bring harm. But only out of necessity, at least that's what they told him. Sometimes late at night they wondered if Rocky had that wicked grin.

Being in Rocky's world during the year of his birth - was something they could never had imagine.

The distrust in people's eyes, the whispers that followed him. People looked down on him, treated him differently. Often they had a distrust of Katy as well. He was treated coldly, as if he was being punished for something. Others believed he would end up just like his father had. Giving up on her before he even had a chance to prove himself. But no one could replace Katy as his girlfriend. He wasn't sure he ever wanted to. For most of his childhood, his best friends did their best to shield him from evil. Raising him to be kind and loving. They taught him how to ignore what the world thought of him, how to persevere in the hardest of times.

His future no longer wanted to be remembered for his battles. He hoped his legacy would be carried on his kids, he would one day leave behind.

Which was why his disappearance baffled him. Despite everyone's insistence that they all had changed. Rocky knew better, his friends would never abandon him.

His mother had changed him, had made a life for himself. Rocky had a family, pff...why would he give that all up? Rocky glanced down at men in their desk once more. Scanning for any kind of clue that could be useful to him. Just like before he found nothing. Only a cigarette and a bottle of whiskey. Sighing, he ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. It had been nearly a week, and he had found nothing.

Found someone sitting around him now. He can be seen smirking, he leaned back in his chair, her opponent slumped forward in defeat. Rocky caught a glimpse of a pistol under his black leather jacket. The bartender seemed to notice him too, green eyes stopping on him as he glanced over the onlookers. Regarding him for a moment before moving on to the next hand of cards.

Collecting his thoughts , he headed to the counter. He couldn't lose focus he had to remember why he was here. He had to find something he was depending on. Looking up he found the saloon's owner. Though he often spent most days behind the counter. Cleaning glasses, as he indulged in whatever rumors customers brought with them.

❝Raoul, look what that kid dragged into. Oh, wait! That's the kid!❞ Pablo, said putting a bullet inside the gun between his eyes. Pablo flashed a broad grin.

Loaded the gun as it cluck!

Facing them with- a hidden astonishment- those cocked pistols of a type that was new to him. Where the hell had they got those from? But this was no time for questions.

He whirled through the air at them, unleashing his hidden-blade and slicing each neatly through the jugular before they could even fire.

The bar patrons all laugh, Rocky tried to hide the cringe. How this place got any business was beyond him. How he had been a frequent customer here was an even bigger mystery.

Blue eyes darted to one of the men, who was keeping watch with an odd, unreadable expression, as though these were events that did not require his participation. ❝Well, then you are sorely mistaken,❞

❝Bottle of tea, please.❞

Rocky hefted the ring in his right hand. But still he hesitated. Rocky knew, he couldn't throw such a great treasure away, and his uncle's words had swayed him. Surely Katy would not have allowed him to take back the ring without the reason.

❝Those bastards don't give up easily,❞ he said through gritted teeth. For now, Rocky swung it over to the bartender, who quickly stowed it in his saddlebag. Gives the skull ring he'd stolen earlier to the bartender as a payment.

❝What are you doing here, Senor? Did you lose your balls?❞

The patrons burst out laughing and slapped Eric's arm. Only Rocky could say something that random and out of the ordinary. But it broke through the tension that was trying to settle over them and both patrons sat there laughing.

Blinked in confusion, feeling as if he had just missed a section of the conversation.

Rocky had to admit, the tone annoyed him slightly. Kept his eyes fixed on the door, wanting Ian to appear. the sprinkling of goose bumps on his arms seemed to grow with each passing one. It didn't make any sense, but something felt wrong. Low and gravelly voice vibrates through his whole body.

❝So funny.❞ Tried to laugh it off and didn't succeed. In a slightly strangled voice he said, ❝Okay, well... gotta get back to work.❞

A voice was deep, challenging. It almost cried out for Ian to take a swing at him. There was none of the quavering protest or traces of uncertainty to which Ian had become accustomed.

❝Excuse me?❞

Sitting across from the bartender, trying to express the frustration and confusion he was feeling, he brought his friend up to speed about the latest turnaround with Ian.

Rocky liked the bartender, a good-natured fellow a little older than himself. The bartender greeted him warmly.

❝To what do I owe you the honor?❞ he asked.

❝I think I'm due some new tea,❞ said Rocky, a little ruefully.

❝One tea coming up.❞

The Bartender can see his take the opportunity to afford himself a glance out the window.

He shudders at what he sees, and Rocky cannot blame them. As for him, however, came long a way since given up his shudders. Rocky have seen and but never done too many horrible things to indulge in pointless displays of physical concern.

But he has many shudders left, apparently, much as his mother seem to have an endless fount of tears available to him. The bartender looks again, in the same manner that one keeps glancing at a wanted sign. It is a terrible sight, and he is also aware that he should not, but it carries with it a grim fascination.

❝If they find out you've been here . . .❞ he says, a voice trailing off. After all, who knows what hideous punishment is reserved for the awful crime of seeing what one should not have to look at?

❝Very well,❞ replied Rocky, hoping that the meeting he was to attend that evening would not result in having to leave Kansas immediately.

❝Someone's coming, Mr. Rocky,❞ The bartender tells him, the voice a whisper, unaware that his every word is audible to him. ❝He's the only one who can look out of the place. That's why you can't stay. You have to go, before-❞

Can't believe he have been here all afternoon, but can't make himself leave. Too many memories, too many regrets to try to move on. A deep shiver just ran through, making him wish he hadn't wear his jacket but he have no strength left to move.

The sound of an old bounty hunter coming in brought him back to his senses. ❝Dammit,❞ he swore, turning sideways as he reached back and pulled the blue hood of his white leather jacket up over his head. Raised his head to see who it might be and couldn't help smile when he recognized the silhouette. It figured. he know they're all worried about him.

A boom echoed in the room as the door was kicked open.

Ian stood in the shadows for a moment in the doorway with his shoulders squared and hands clenched, then stepped forward into the narrow sliver of light cast by the nearby lamp. A glance around the room. It was just enough for Rocky to see his ruined face. Half of it was now hideous, grotesque, mangled from the bomb that had hurled at him.

The one of the biker reached over and picked up a knife.

❝A fine weapon,❞ Rocky said, one of the men running his thumb along the blade, ❝but blunt.❞

Rocky was clearly shocked by the sight, taken aback. Clearly wanted to look away... but could not do so. Ian's shoulders sagged, as he looked stricken with despair, apparently knowing that he had embarked upon a fool's errand but being committed to seeing it through.

There were so many things Ian wanted to say at that moment. None of them, though, could surpass the elegant simplicity of ❝Where's Rocky.❞

Rocky turned away and, when he glanced back, saw that Ian had indeed departed. Ian started pacing the room, hoping against hope that Rocky would make some sort of last-minute appearance. Two steps forward, one step back. Check and recheck. They were shining their flashlight beams into one seat after another, front, back, up, down, counting heads, checking the counters, sometimes checking bathrooms.

The sharp retort of a rifle reverberated across the room.

Being more instinct than actually thought he threw his hand to his hip, Ian and his men drawing their own pistol as they spun in the direction of the shot. Moments later another shot echoed across the room and then another, and another.

Part of him told himself to turn away from the sounds, there just wasn't any good for him to go and get tangled up in any more trouble. Not many of the bounty hunters liked Rocky. But there was a feeling in his gut, something that told him to check it out to see what was transpiring beyond the counter in front of him.

Snatched up the reins of his mount and crept over to his shoulder to where he heard the sound of shots and as he look closer, the sound of battle whoops echoed in the air and the Rocky instantly felt himself stiffen. Blue eyes opened in shock at the sight before him, swallowing in vain attempt to smother the fear that swelled in his chest.

Even from where he was he could see a large mass of blood soaking through the floor in several different areas, including a shoulder and side. There was few men beyond the door, prancing nervously as the bullets continued to pepper the air.

For a long time he just sat there and watched the scene play out before him, contemplating whether or not to join in the scuffle. Rocky didn't mess in people's business, no matter the circumstances but it wasn't like he had much a choice to begin with.

Another bullet roared from one of the rogues and it leveled heavy into petron's shoulder, knocking him clear off his feet. However Rocky didn't get up.

❝Rocky, come out,❞ said the bounty hunter as he brandished his pistol. The other bounty hissed as he rose up from his hiding place. His gun was leveled firmly in his hand and he sent a volley of bullets blazing at the customers. They were startled, to say the least, but they didn't even have a chance to fire back before Rocky had all of them cut down.

When the danger had been eliminated the man turned his eyes steadily to the fallen stranger, he had still yet to move. Trepidation guided his actions as he moved down beside the wounded man, pushing his bay off away from the wounded along with more men.

Ian walked up to a man and hit him knocking him across the room thus searching for Rocky. More hunters followed him then and pulled the man up to hit him again despite the man's protests that he had done nothing wrong. While Ian walked over to grab Rocky's shoulder.

❝That's enough. He's not worth it.❞

Letting the man fall back to the floor, Ian was about to turned to Rocky.

Nothing here.

❝No, Rocky, here? .... is he?❞ said with wonderment.

No surprise, his words were slightly slurred. All looked down at the man cowering on the floor. Rocky could hear angry men coming towards him. Both looked down at the man cowering on the floor. Rocky was big physically, but his heart and soul were inadequate for a man.

❝he never was.❞ he thought. But some part of them refused to accept it.

Their opinion of him had not affected the stand he had taken. Not many men would have stood against the pressure he had faced, but not many had faced death because they had been pushed into an untenable position by a group when logic and common sense told him he shouldn't have done it.

There wasn't much more time to reflect on what had happened. The local bad boys arrived. Two or more men burst into the scene noting the unnamed men on the floor.

They glared at a tall silver-haired man who stood over the injured man with a dark-haired man at his side. Behind them was a mascular man and a very large one. They may not have been the guilty parties, but they certainly looked the part.

❝What's been going on here? We heard there was a brawl. You two beat him?❞

Ian stepped forward. ❝I hit him once.❞

With the bikers men there, Ian got enough courage to kneel and then stood. ❝I did nothing and he come at me.❞

He stopped and turned to face Ian, speaking as if he could reshape reality just by force of will.

One man with a leather jacket looked disdainfully at Nathan. "I know you well enough to know it was likely there was something." Looking over at the bartender, Nathan had another question. ❝Any sign of Rocky here, Rosco?❞

❝No, nothing he was gone. It was like he said. He only hit him once, but like Ian said, he just walk up and did it. I didn't see anything happen to cause it.❞

The biker men returned his attention to Nathan. ❝You intend to continue this?❞

❝No, he's not worth any more trouble. I paid him the debt I owed him.❞

❝Twenty dollars then for disturbing the peace, and you leave the city. That will settle everything.❞

❝We have rooms already paid for the night. Can we stay until morning and then leave?❞

❝I guess that will be all right as long as there aren't any more fights. You spend the rest of your time here confined to those rooms. Anything else happens, and you'll spend some time in my jail instead of being able to leave. Fine is payable either way. You disagree, you got the right to sit in jail until the judge makes his circuit.❞

Handing over twenty dollars, the bartender nodded. ❝Thank you. You have been more than fair.❞

❝Hey, is that all you're gonna do after he attacked me?❞

❝That's it unless you want to argue with me, and then I might fine you or even arrest you for interfering with an officer in performance of his duty.❞

Ian got the message, pulled his chair back to the table, and sat down again. The two men gestured to the door, and Nathan and his men preceded them out of the saloon. When the four men got out, Rocky couldn't hold back any more. Shot Ian a glare that would have brought on a spring melt faster than a warm sunny day.

Took a deep breath. Rocky had a feeling this wasn't going to be a pleasant conversation.

Ian and Raul exchanged another look before he spoke up. ❝Wait, wait...❞he cried, but before the word was uttered, Held his hands up to the open area in a 'pause' signal. Silence greeted as they couldn't believe that he is serious, logical but never done anything so daring and foolhardy before unlike now.

Sideways glances at his shoulder to check to see if he was still there grinning or serious. Because he was so good at telling tall tales, they both wondered if this could be one of them.

A bunch of bounty hunters pile out, each one carrying a beastly gun pointing it straight to Rocky. But not for himself. Unlike the hunters, he knew their bullets would be useless against him. They were in a bar, and flying bullets didn't discriminate between hunters and outlaws.

No eye contact. He was staring at the side of his face, willing to turn around.

Instead, to his surprise, Rocky advanced on them and then while he looked in the small mirror, straightened his tie, and pulled on his white leather jacket as he announced, ❝I'm really going to enjoy this.❞ Remaining cool in the face of the unexpected, Pleased at how things were progressing, the bartender tossed Rocky the gun he'd brought from town. Rocky strapped the bandana around his forehead and checked the pistol.

Just as the five men squared off, people cried wildly out as they jumped from the rig running between Ian and his men.

Out of the corner of his eye. Raising his hands up slowly as their faces tightened into firm glares as they regarded the man with steely blue eyes. A jaunty voice broke through his musings on omnipotence. ❝Any of you have seen John Wick? Me neither.❞

Rolled up his sleeves, Slid his fingers through the holes in his black leather gloves.

❝Hit it, Dolly.❞

"9 to 5" by Dolly Parton begins playing.

Turned towards where the camera angle would be, as if he was in a movie, directly to the billions of people reading the fanfic. When he smiled slightly, Rocky was convinced that he was making some headlines. He angled a shoulder toward them and said, ❝Let's count 'em down.❞ Although the words rebuked, there was a cheerfulness that belied it.

They cast a sideways glance to Nathan and then to Pablo, who just stared at the floor as his right foot shifted back and forth. Injured man raised one eyebrow and then returned his glance back to Rocky. After a quick nod, the innocent man cleared his throat. ❝If that's the case, it can't be me.❞

Startled into action. Just as Ian bent low, drew his gun, and fired. Rocky leaped out of the open counter and shot two of the men in the head, killing them both.

The rest of the men had paused in their shooting to see to see what Rocky was going to do. Seeing that he killed half of their friends, they quickly restarted their bullets as Rocky landed on the ground neatly.

12 bullets left.

Pablo fell backward when his bullet burned through his lower right arm.

❝Fine! I only have twelve bullets, so you're going to have to share,❞ he yelled before walking over. The man was face down [Ok, he was dead], but as he rolled him over, recognition dawned on one of the men's face.

A half dozen bullets embed themselves in the dusty counter behind Rocky, sending puffs of white chalky plaster into the air,

❝Bullets are like my kryptonite except for this one....❞

There was the sound of a clicked. As he heard one of the man's finger starts squeezing, thus releasing the trigger, causing Rocky to turn just in time for the men to shoot him in the arm.

The sound of gunfire answered his question and spurred the men to take action. Still on top of the stage, Blaze kept his eyes on the crest of the hill looking for any sign of Rocky. ❝Frank, you go first; I got you covered from here.❞ Puzzled by the lack of movement, he turned and this gave him a shake. ❝Frank! Come on you got to move!❞

Shook his head briefly before he continued, ❝Shit,❞ Rocky cursed. He held up his arm and peered through the very wounded hole, that was already closing up, just in time to see a man walking very fast towards him.

❝this guy piss his pants.❞

Some times Rocky was such a clown and one of the men laugh until he peed his pants. Rocky knocked down a table and took cover behind it, there was about six guys left. ❝Mother fucker! Ten.❞ Rocky quickly raised up, shooting one in the head as blast blew backwards.

Shaking his head now. He let out a muffled curse. ❝Holy Shit! Nine.❞ he shoots another in the arm. Before more shots were thrown his way, he got out his pistol, shooting the one who he had wounded in the arm right in the chest, killing him as the body ripped through his torso.

❝That's great, just perfect but there's just one more thing.❞ Rocky fired another bullet and hit him right in the chest knocking him into the wall. ❝Jesus Christ, Eight,❞

Frowned briefly as they looked at Rocky, whose head was still lowered. Whatever it was that was down there must be mighty interesting, Phoenix thought to himself, but now was not the time to ask Red about it – there were more important things at hand. Just as he was about to open his mouth to speak, he was caught by surprise as Red quickly raised his head and spoke.

"This guy is a guman.❞ cried out in agony. "Quickly, There is no other way!"

He felt himself drifting toward unconsciousness.

This left about eight guys left.

Rocky slid over to the other end of the bar, taking cover in one of the booths, he rolled himself to the floor and rose up and fired off a few more, while shooting another in the stomach, causing the men to drop to the floor, he then shot another in the head, killing him on impact.

The bartender raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. Eric and Joe exchanged looks. They all knew that Ian with his mind made up was like an immoveable bull. It was somewhat understandable that Rocky enjoyed playing checkers with them, but he minded himself that evening.

Moving as fast as he could he reached behind the seat and grabbed two cookies. Had to duck as a bullet whizzed overhead. Abandoned his search for ammunition as he heard the bounty hunter's frantic yell to get moving. Fired one more shot in the general direction of the men and then turned to the edge of the floor and jumped. Knew right away that his landing would not be graceful, for he had not been in the right position to fall. Hit the ground hard, the glass bouncing noisily behind him. Immediately pain shot up from his right arm. Knowing he was in a vulnerable position, Rocky tried to get back on his feet, but he soon found himself face down in the dirt when his knee gave out from under him. As he made another attempt to push himself to his feet, he could hear the bartender shouting, urging him to move quickly. With his heart throbbing in earnest, he tried once more to rise.

A groan had escaped his lips as he felt a bullet tear right through his shoulder. At least it went right through, it hurt like shit but he'd be able to take care of it. He fell to down into the floor, making it seem like the guy had got him. The man approaches.

In all reality, he was just playing possum. ❝I got him, I got the fucking Rocky, time to celebrate!❞ The man yelled as he rushed over to where the men laid in weight, his blade drawn. Rocky slowly raised up, a wide grin on his lips. ❝You thought wrong,❞ he sliced the man's throat, blood began to pour onto himself and the floor. Wasn't the first time Rocky had gotten a little dirty, but could be the last.

Before the last men could react, Rocky took hold of his katana and chucked it across the room, the tip of it hit the man's forehead and went in a few inches, the man's back hit the wall and he slumped down to the floor, he was alive but barely, it wouldn't last long either.

The first real emotion Rocky had seen on his face besides his stoic indifference. Ian was beginning to fade, his outline growing bleary and he saw shadows encroaching his eye sight.

Rocky hit him before Ian had a chance to even think about trying to fight back. Ian tried to defend myself but Rocky got the best of him. The walls and the floor around him immediately begin to sway, colors bleeding together, fraying at the edges. He screws his eyes tight shut and then opens them again, hoping not just to clear his head but to rid himself of the vision – the chaos of the wrecked room around him. Fractured furniture, crippled objects, torn clothes and smashed glass are all that remain. Ian refuses to talk. Silence fills the room, as fragile and intricate as frost; so much silence, refusing to be stirred. Ian can hear the sound of his own breathing, shallow and unsteady, in the silence of the room. His heart is knocking wildly against his ribcage like an animal trying to escape.

Ian managed to get to my feet but his man came in by then took a deep breath to fill his lungs as he laid his head back onto the wall. His dark eyes closed. Ian glanced at his men and with a nod of his head he motioned them toward Rocky. It was too late because Ian could only hear agony fading into the abyss of unconsciousness.

Quietly, Ian's eyes opened slowly.

❝That son of a bitch-,❞

Holy mother of a milk maid Batman

❝I want to thank you very, very much for coming today, shit fuck!❞ He yelled. There was another men hiding under the table unaware he can be seen cowering as he rifled his bullets. Rocky leaped over a counter and took aim, but by that point he could lost his chance and there was no way he could waste his remaining bullets on a shot he could not make.

That would be stupid.

For a moment they were all silent, then he spoke. Looked up at him with a brief display of confusion, but then he understood. As he sat opposite him, he spoke in a very calm and distant manner, with no trace of emotion or mourning in his voice. ❝Oh, I know I shouldn't, but if I had kept out of it...❞ When they saw his puzzled expression, they had a feeling this wasn't going to be a pleasant conversation. Reprimanded himself with a shake of his head. But then he noticed one of the men sneaking around the counter, and since this man was unware that Rocky knew what he was doing, Rocky was able to sneakily kill the man by shooting him in the head.

Shrugged and then looked right at him. ❝Seven. Good motherfucker,❞ he caught sight of hunters in the crowd then spoke quietly to praised himself.

Another man began to shoot at Rocky. Logically, Rocky hide behind a counter and listened as the man reloaded his gun and shoot some more as he stomped over to the counter, jumped up on the floor...

And Rocky was waiting for them in a very sexy pose. A slow, sexy smile spreads across his beautiful face, rendered speechless as his insides melt. He is without a doubt the most beautiful man on the planet, too beautiful for the people below to kill him.

At that moment that he hear the sound of familiar footsteps enter the small, enclosed space. The man glared, growled, and tried to fire his gun. But it didn't work. Instead, it just clicked. ❝Someone's not counting,❞ Rocky said in a resigned voice. His amusement displayed on his face. Raul had no doubts as to what Rocky meant by that. Without giving anyone time to reply, he continued. And then he shot the man in the head. ❝Cinco.❞

Two men started to approach Rocky, one with a grenade he was planning on throwing at Rocky. 'Planning' was the key word in that sentence, because Rocky shot it with his fifth bullet, while it was still in the man's hand. This caused the grenade to blow both men up.

Started to moonwalk...until he of course, pull the trigger and shot from behind. For minutes later one of the men fell forward, shot in the back. Blue eyes stare down at the body at his feet. Looked down again, he had scored a point. He didn't feel at all victorious though. Rocky allowed himself to fall over, acting as if he had really sustained a wound from the shot. Still Rocky lies on the ground, pretending to be dead. He could see from that a man sneaks up and was coming towards him. He hadn't noticed Rocky's gun poking up between his legs.

In fact, he didn't notice that Rocky was even alive until he groaned, leaned over to the men before killing him. Gently brushing back his hair, he lightly kissed his forehead. ❝I love you.❞ he whispered before leaving the room. ❝Four,❞ he certainly didn't sound happy. Then shot the man. His death must have come as a surprise for him.

But didn't have the time or the strength to worry about that. He was focused on the pain he was feeling as he got up from the ground. ❝Ah! Right up main street,❞ he said, causing the young man to straighten himself proudly.

Even if his bullet wounds healed, they still hurt a shit ton.

Turning towards the man he had just shot, Rocky couldn't help but shoot him twice more.

From the look on his face, they could tell Rocky wasn't looking forward to the conversation any more than he was.

❝Three! Two! Stupid!❞ And then looked at them, as an audible sigh escaped him, ❝Worth it.❞

Of course, more men had to start shooting at Rocky, because he was just that popular.

But Rocky had problems to deal with. Three problems with guns, to be specific. Ducked behind a counter as soon as the next round of bullets had started towards him. He could hear them approaching and he knew, with only one bullet left and three of them, that he only had one chance...

Leapt into the air and over the table all while shooting his last bullet at the men, who had lined themselves up diagonally. The bullet went through one head...two head...three head! The shell dropped to the ground as the three men fell down next to it, thoroughly dead.

Bringing his smoking pistol up to his nose, took a deep breath and let it out slowly. inhaled deeply and smirked. Straightening up with a long drawn-in breath by Bringing his smoking pistol up to his nose, query was met with a grin. Lips twitched into a smile. ❝Ooh. I'm touching myself tonight.❞

Shrugged, but he was intrigued. Rocky was up to something. Began with his pistol leveled at Pablo's chest, edged toward him.

Seeing the bounty hunter grabbing at his right arm with his left hand as blood spurted through his fingers, quickly removed Ian's gun from the holster and tossed it away, then slammed his own gun into its holster.

The bullet had gone through but a bone was protruding so I worked to straighten it as best I could and wrapped the arm tight with his scarf to slow the bleeding.

❝Don't think you'll be using that arm for a long time, if ever again.❞ he said boldly, knowing this was his last chance to change their mind.

Anger and hatred filled Nathan's eyes at those words. ❝You're gonna pay, Rocky. You ruined everything.❞ He looked over his shoulder toward his men. As he wiped down his digits with his bandana, followed by his gaze.

He stiffened then dropped his shoulders down.

At that moment, Ian, who had been listening to the conversation. When Ian opened his eyes some times later, he knew that there was something different. For a moment, Ian just lay still, allowing everything to settle down. Slowly turning his head, but he knew it was hopeless when he saw Rocky heading over his way.

Eric walked over to Ian and handed him the pistol and holster.

❝Here!❞ Eric thrust the gun toward Ian and his lower lip toward the floor.

Ian recognized the old pistol. Ian lowered his fist and moved his hand toward his gun. He took it from the holster and checked that it was cleaned and unloaded. ❝This belongs to you.❞

As Ian got up from the floor and when he was standing there, ready to draw. Before Ian could say anything, he reached for his gun. Before Rocky did. Stared at Ian and could see the anger in his tense stand. The same way anyone could sense a predator nearby. A slight raising of the hair on the back of his neck, a subtle frisson of something down his spine that curled into a feeling that was a confusing mix of annoyance and anticipation. Regardless, he couldn't be sure. Rocky felt it once or twice since then.

As he slowed his breathing, the light glinted off his face and his hand hovered near his gun.

Then as another figure stepped out into the light Joe's face took on a bemused expression.

Thus, Rocky pulls out a gun and puts it to Ian's head. With his pistol leveled at Ian's head, edged toward him. A good gunfight wasn't something they would willingly miss.

"The worst part about being Freddy Kruger isn't what it does to you. Its about shooting you in the dick,"

Ian's timing was wrong to begin with.

Ian's upper lip curled.

Ian right eye twitched with annoyance as he turned toward Rocky.

Ian smirk at him and raised both hands to show he wasn't a threat. In one hand was a leather travel satchel and the other was empty. Still, the gun in his holster was real enough and it wouldn't take much for the situation to change.

It was a start.

"Well, well, if it isn't Rocky, The amazing ninja warrior."

Ian voice is a deep bass that draws his attention and managed a smile in his direction, trying to hide his irritation. Ian however, was curiously able to immediately sense the atmosphere in the room and his wide grin faltered slightly with confusion.

(to be continued)

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REBEKAH MIKAELSON LEGACIES | S4E05: I Thought You’d Be Happier To See Me

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Before We Met (Preview)

Prologue

In a world inhabited by mythic creatures, love was commonplace several millennia ago, though difficult to master. After his training advances over the decades, his powers became obsolete and were largely discarded.

[The camera zooms in on the city and two blazing specks of light dash all over the place as one shoots lasers at the other. We then see an enemy aircraft flying throughout while it's chasing a young man, who is running from the pursuer. We see full closeups of a guy in his craft and Rocky as he runs. The scene freezes after an explosion with Rocky barely missing it.]

[voice over]

Through the years I have been known by many names. Marshmallow, The Furry Lover, The Daredevil, Frisky Two Times and then The amazing Ryan Reynolds. But to most, I am Rocky, the awesome one!

[Some other women, leaning across the wall, and Rocky getting his shades from his pocket. Put it onto his eyes. While he puts his hoodie onto his shoulders. Rocky was dressed like a gentleman, but he fought with honor or dignity and pulled at the knot into his tie. Females are not meant to grab his attention, and if it does. To be fair, he heard most of what he'd said up to this point. The parts that weren't of his interest, anyway.

Okay, maybe that wasn't much]

His sigh is heavy with exasperation,

"Can you keep your dick in your pants at the gala?"

Grab his phone from his pocket, automatically switching it out of Bluetooth mode, and bring his earphone up to his ear.

I will never forget you, Margarita. [The female stops and cringe after hearing the name. His blue prominent eyes were not well adapted to winking. They were rather of the sort that closes solemnly in slumber with majestic effect.

Rocky pretend to consider as Rocky step out of the car and button his tux jacket. "Hmm."

"Nice wheels, sir," the valet says, unconcerned that he was on the phone. Rocky pull out his wallet and flash a fifty-dollar bill. "Take care of her and this is yours."

"Yes, Mr. Rocky."

"I mean, Rosa. Uh...sorry. I think maybe I should go.???." She wrapped her arms over her chest and shook her head with a smirk curved across her face. Rocky grinned and raised an ironical finger in salute Rocky starts backing away. "You can't get away with it." the security guard muttered, holding out one hand. He was moving very slowly, thinking Rocky was the enemy or something. Blinks at her as a farewell, but glance with a smug as he sees the vampire's ring. Mind was so wrapped up in thought that he didn't notice the familiar vampire standing behind him. A vampire with bad breath psycho. "Hey, come on, dickie! You're trashing public property here!" He is thinking about how he had to sneaked up onto the roof and is currently standing a few feet behind him.

Rocky then gently slides the ring off the vampire's finger using his katana.

Light glinted off a myriad of his Katana and the vampire ring. Spray from the dust to blew up into his face, but sweat more than seawater moistened his palms as he gripped the eagle. His eyes were as blue while the vampires eyes were cold as the stormy weather.

"Hey, it's Gale calling," says Rocky called over his shoulder to one nefarious vampire. "Love the shiny suit. Really brings out the sex trafficker in your eyes." Rocky had commented, half jokingly and straight up confident, how that guy would have been considered handsome - if he ever bothered to smile.

Cut to a shot of a cliff.

A grim expression again carved itself into the soldier's face as he gazed up at the jeering vampires, their bodies smeared with blood, upon the cliff tops. Even the most cowardly of tribes in Gaul would fancy its chances from such advantageous ground, one being was mused. The sound of their jeers was occasionally accompanied by the high pitched swish of an arrow, as the odd archer tried his luck. Invariably the missile would zip harmlessly into the sea, or at best a thud could be heard as it struck as a human shield or the solid surface of the earth.

Cut back to the fighting scene. Rocky is skewering a guy with his swords, and kicks the vampire in the chest, sending him back down and puts his sword away. The guy gasp and starts fighting with Rocky. This continues for awhile until Rocky get's away again. Using two fingers he salute the vampire as a goodbye.

Making a soft chuckle. He flicks the vampire ring up into the air. It comes back down and lands into one of the streets, causing his background to explode. The shards of fire fell in slow motion behind him.

He is consumed in the explosion, as his body can be seen flying off the ground, flipping off the camera as it goes. "Oh, fuck." Rocky mutter under his breath. "Oh, I'm sorry." A small apology leaving his lips with a smirk.

"That will teach you, not to mess with me," A familiar voiced ask, up righting his head as he walk over the circles and appeared in front of him,

(narrator)

So, I know what you're thinking. Why is that incredibly handsome guy being chased by a madman with a huge shiny fangs from the Civil War?

[The scene freezes after an explosion sending Rocky flying off the ground from the ground. After the dust settles, leaving Rocky lying unconscious on the ground.]

This guy's got the right idea. Well, to be honest, it feels like I've been the captain of my whole life. Is this too much? Am I going too fast? It's kind of what I do--You know what? Let's back up.

[We see the whole fight going in reverse as well as frames of future clips for a split second each time, one passes as Rocky mimics a rewind sound effect] Cut to close-up of Rocky gets up to his feet. Cut to him sitting on the side of the gable roof at night. Wondering how long it would be before he saw the city again. He had been born with a wandering heart, and he embraced adventure, unafraid to face the dangers often presented by journeys into unknown places. Leaving civilization behind for the wilds of the frozen north, legs dangling over the side as he listens to his Walkman next to him playing 'Shoop.' Rocky was vaguely singing along, making hand gestures along with the lyrics, but he was focused on his own drawing, while listening to the music and coloring a picture with crayons. We see that the picture he's drawing is him shooting the vampire in the head, he was doing it with some crayons he had with him.

It was fun to see that getting shot in the head, even if it was just a crayon drawing. He'd never soon change it to a reality. And then turned his head and stared directly at the camera, or the person reading, or just whoever balls happened to be paying a lot of attention to him.

Wha- Oh! Oh, hello. I know, right? Who's balls did I have to snap to get my very own story? I can't tell you, but it does rhyme with dick. And let me tell you; he's got a nice pair of fucking underwear, he finished in an Swedish accent.

They'd get that joke, right?

Anyway, I got places to be, a kiss in the ass to fix, and - oh! hot weird vampire to kill.

He watched eagerly as the flashes of light began to appear below him – lots of rippers were a very dramatic little shit, after all – we're panning quickly towards the edge of the roof he was sitting on. Now having an appointment to keep, Rocky was quick to get onto edge of the roof and, in one fluid motion, opens a music playlist called Tunes of Anarchy on his Walkman, and the song "Where Evil Grows" by The Poppy Family stays playing in the background as he jumped off the roof, landing in one of the coolest bar in Mystic Falls. It seemed that they had been drinking peacefully, listening to 'Angel of the Morning,' but when Rocky landed and that's when their peaceful night was over.

They look around for which they finally see as Rocky stands at a wooden doorway wearing a cowboy hat, black sunglasses, and red a white hoodie as he opens a music playlist called Tunes of Anarchy on his Walkman. Opens up and the door swings open and the music resumes with people dancing and lights flashing as he goes inside the bar.

Nothing.

Absolutely positively not a fucking thing.

First one person turned, noticing him. Then more followed, until the whole patron was hushed, waiting. Everyone was watching, the same bewildered look on all of their faces. Eyebrows raised and narrowed eyes, etc. God, for months he'd played this moment over and over inside his mind. It most definitely never turned out like this. Whatever this was.

As he walks up to the bar. The room was narrow and about 90 feet deep. Light did manage to worm its way into the establishment, though. It seeped through the windows scattered along the walls, and through the gaps in the door between its wooden panels. A bar on the left at the front, then some upholstered horseshoe benches, then a cluster of freestanding tables on what, on other nights, might have been a dance floor. Then the stage, with the band on it. The band looked as if it had been put together by accident after a misfiling incident at a talent agency. The bass player was a stout old black guy in a suit with a vest. He was plucking away at an upright bass fiddle. The drummer could have been his uncle. He was a big old guy sprawled comfortably behind a small, simple kit. The singer was also a harmonica player and was older than the bass player and younger than the drummer and bigger than either one.

The guitarist was completely different. He was young and white and small. Maybe 20, maybe 5-foot-6, maybe 130 pounds. He had a fancy blue guitar wired to a crisp new amplifier and together the instrument and the electronics made sharp sounds full of space and echoes. The amp must have been turned up to 11. The sound was incredibly loud. It was as if the air in the room was locked solid. It had no more capacity for volume. But the music was good. The three black guys were old pros, and the white kid knew all the notes, and when and how and in what order to play them. He was wearing a red T-shirt and black pants and white tennis shoes. He had a very serious expression on his face. He looked foreign. Maybe Russian.

I watched them for a minute, and then I looked away. My name is Rocky, and once I was the most wanted man, with heavy emphasis on the past tense. I have been out nearly as long as I was in. But old habits die hard. I had stepped into the bar the same way I always step anywhere, which is carefully. One-thirty in the morning. I had ridden the train to West and walked south on Sixth Avenue and made the left turn on San Francisco bar and checked the sidewalks. I wanted music, but not the kind that drives large numbers of patrons outside to smoke.

His attention was taken away from patrons. It was at that point that he saw the young beautiful woman alone at her table, Her name tag read Katy, and her shirt clung tightly around her chest. Her hands worked quickly and gracefully with the bottles as she poured them another and took the empty's away.

I watched her in the gaudy, reflected light, with the music shrieking and pounding all around me. The two guys watched her. Her bodyguard watched her. She watched the guitarist. He was concentrating hard, key changes and choruses, but from time to time he would lift his head and smile, mostly at the glory of being up on the stage, but twice directly at the girl. The first of those smiles was shy, and the second was a little wider.

What met my eyes was a beautiful girl with golden hair and a bright smile that melted my heart. She was blond and blue-eyed, American woman who have a glow, and a smoothness complexion. She lives in New York, singing, listening to a band, and I was in love with her angelic voice. That was clear. There I was, a guy further back in the room, stood in the room staring at her. I was 6ft tall, wide man with a white hoodie and a black leather jacket under a hoodie. She was part of the reason I was here with her back in a city when we were at the age of 19 or less.

It wasn't the kind of glossy place that had a policy about dating rich girls, either for or against. Some call it a gold digger, and I guessed they had looked at her and her minder and made a snap decision against trouble and in favor of tips.

The part of her gaze that wasn't wary was filled with adoration, and it was all aimed in his direction. She was rich. She was alone at a table near the stage and she had a pile of A.T.M fresh twenties in front of her and she was paying for each new bottle with one of them and she wasn't asking for change.

She was a waitress and I loved her.

The woman stood up. She butted the lip of her table with her thighs and shuffled out from behind it and headed for the counter in back. I got there first. The sound from the band howled through it. The ladies' room was halfway down. The men's room was all the way at the end. Rocky leaned on the wall and scanned the room. As Rocky watched her walk in and squeeze through the crowd and she sat down on the bar stool, 1 feet away from him.

"Hey, Raoul, look what this kid dragged in. Oh, wait! That is the guy!," but they didn't hear. Too much noise. He caught them by the elbows, one in each hand. They spun around, as if ready to fight, but then they stopped. Fortunately for him, the first two who approached her were quick to heed her dismissal. She wasn't there to mingle with huge ass in leather jackets. She was just there to grab a drink and relax and pretty sure she made that pretty clear when she shot the first couple of idiots down.

The third guy, however, wasn't ready to take no for an answer.

"How about you let me buy you a drink, sweetheart?"

Their sex appeal eyes pried upon their eyes from the television screen above the bar and looked at the newcomer. With his hair greased back and one-size-too-big biker jacket on, the guy looked like prime wife-beater material. Perfect. Just what they needed to interrupt his evening.

"Thanks, but I'm good," she said curtly, gesturing to the beer bottle in front of her.

"That's it? You're gonna chug that shitty beer and call it a night? Come on, let me get you a real drink."

She scoffed. "What? Like those idiots you got over there?" she glanced past him at the table where he and a couple of his friends had been sitting.

"It's a warm-up. Trust me, honey, we're just getting started over there. You should join us."

She wanted to roll her eyes. "Like I said, I'm good."

She made the move to turn away and focus her attention back on the football game on the television when the guy grabbed her by the arm.

"What the hell's your problem?" This guy gripped her arm tightly, this guy's face practically scrunched up in a beastly snarl. "I don't like to be ignored, y'know?"

She yanked her arm out of his grip and stood up to face him directly. She knew pretty damn well where the conversation was headed and sure as hell were not about to get in a bar fight with their ass glued to the seat.

Before she could open her mouth, a familiar voice spoke up from behind her.

By hearing it and raising their head to turn to his voice, her smile grew a tad wider, recognizing the voice immediately. They simply looked so annoyed, at least much more than usual. His lips pulled into a tight frown, while their eyes narrowed, eyebrows furrowed, back hunched over slightly if you'd look hard enough. Yep, those guys are just being grumpy as usual, but seemingly much more grumpy, except with their eyes laced with the slightest bit of concern. For herself, most likely.

The said person stopped, and looked over their shoulder to the voice. She put on a mellow look close to her usual one. Confrontation- unnecessary confrontation- was not exactly his thing. He tended to avoid fights like these. He could hold his ground better than most, but he preferred to keep out of the brawls and spats that others got involved in.

A voice caught his ear, she sounded like she needed help, despite the overconfident tone the stranger used. "Look, I don't wanna interrupt, but is this guy bothering you?" he looks up at her and says greeted casually, as casual as someone could be hanging for dear life. She looked up at me, startled that he was there. "I'm sorry. Did I scare you up?" he softly asked, when she turned to get a good look at the stranger in his handsome voice. She wasn't expecting the sight she was met with. A pair of piercing blue eyes smiled over her, puffing out her cheeks childishly when she looked at him. After she looked to her right to find Rocky taking his place beside her. Her pinkish lips turned up in a small smile as she ducked her head briefly with a laugh before tucking her hair behind her ear, "No, you did not," she said. He couldn't keep the amusement out of his voice. She turned her head to look at him, catching his gaze with her own. He gave a small smile, stroking her hair softly with his index. "So, What exactly are you doing here?" she said softly, trying to maintain an even tone of voice.

"Oh you know, I was just passing through the neighborhood when I thought I caught a whiff of filthy human garbage coming from this place," he said,

"And sure enough here I am."

Desire pools dark and deadly in his groin. Gaze up at her, releasing her lip. Katy flush a deep crimson in her cheeks, and he runs his index finger down her cheek before handing her the headphones. "I'd like to kiss you, too, but you won't let me down, are you?." Rocky asked her. Besides, he's pulled the straps so tight he can barely move.

Amused smile on his lips, he's wearing his enigmatic half smile. He glances down at her, light blue-gray eyes alive, he glances up when she looks at his way and their eyes lock. And in that brief moment, she was paralyzed, staring at the impossibly handsome man who gazes at her with some unfathomable emotion. His gaze hot, burning into her, as they lost for a moment staring at each other.

It's there in the air between them, that electricity. It's palpable. He can almost taste it, pulsing between them, drawing them together.

"Oh my," she gasps as she basks briefly in the intensity of this visceral, primal attraction. The two men stood back, saying nothing, but looking at him with hard eyes.

Katy had, somehow, stammered out some sort of reply that must have made her look insane. Coby, hearing her, had come over to check on her and had ended up having her go make Rocky's a drink while they chatted. Ever since that first meeting, though, Katy had completely fallen for Rocky. There was something about his smile, or maybe it was his eyes? Whatever it was, it made Katy's entire body feel light as a feather.

To be continued....

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My Kim Possible - It’s A Match series

Story Rating: Explicit, 18+ only Warnings: Blood and Gore, Deadpool Level Violence, Daddy Kink, Sexting, Phone Sex, Masturbation, Size Kink, Fluff, Crack Relationships: Piotr Rasputin x Reader or Colossus x Reader Word Count: 9923 Summary:  You match with Piotr on Tinder thanks to NTW and Yukio. It goes from 0-110 real quick y'all.

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Chapter 1 - First Date - ish

“Weasel, you little cockslut, get me a drink,” I hollered as I stepped through the doors of Sister Margaret’s School for Wayward Children.

“Oh look, my favorite lady mercenary,” he deadpanned while pouring straight tequila into a pint glass. 

“Excuse you, I am your favorite. Full stop. Period. End of story.” I insisted, pointed a finger at him

A gunshot went off at the far end of the bar and shot off my finger. The initial shock didn’t register in my mind. Hot, molten pain seared as a dark green emerald started to form where my finger used to be. On the floor, my once flesh finger turned to ash and revealed an amethyst crystal. Only one dickbag would be bold enough to even raise a gun or hand to me.

Deadpool, aka my BFFL. 

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Character Wiki

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BASIC INFORMATION

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REAL NAME: Rocky Morningstar

CURRENT ALIAS: The Awesome One

Aliases: Spawn of Lucifer

《PERSONALITY》

Free-spirited, fearless, energetic, cunning, stubborn, playful, optimistic, sweet, quick-thinking, talkative, bubbly, opinionated, cheeky, strong willed, confident, brave, hilarious, fun loving, outgoing, boisterous, impulsive, caring, heroic, determined, exploratory, slick, calculating, crafty, sly, funny, caring, good-hearted, selfless, vulnerable, witty, sentimental, laid-back, romantic, supportive, humble, cocky, kind, selfless, regal, streetwise, wisecracking, cheerful, genuine, sophisticated, generous, daring, friendly, reckless, charming, playful, cool, witty, athletic, mischievous, friendly, sweet, adventurous, sarcastic, rebellious

APPEARANCE

dark brown hair, blue eyes, short sleeve open collar striped shirt, dark indigo necktie with red-and-blue stripes, blue jeans, black and white converse

《Relatives》

Lucifer (biological father) †

Kelly Kline (biological mother) †

Jack Kline (biological brother) †

Castiel (paternal uncle/chosen father/guardian)

God (paternal grandfather)

Amara/The Darkness (paternal great-aunt)

PETS

Esteban (The Cat)

Damon (The Cow) †

Hell-Hounds

LOVE INTEREST

Katy Miller (Ex-girlfriend)

Elena Gilbert (Girlfriend)

ENEMIES

Evil angels

Demons

Evil monsters

Eternal Stud

Damon Salvatore

《POWERS/SKILLS》

Abilities

Genius-level intelligence

Master detective

Master escapologist

Peak human physical condition

Master martial artist

Access to high tech equipment

HOBBY

Singing, dancing, practicing sports, causing trouble, getting on adventures with Dean and Sam, eating and sleeping

GOALS

Master his powers (succeeded).

To start a love relationship with Elena

To restore his bond with his brother, Jack (succeeded)

To find true love (succeeded)

To find a safe place (succeeded)

HOME

Kansas

LIKES

Pulling pranks, attention, singing, having fun, dancing, being right, being in charge, his family, competing with The Salvatore brothers, pizza, spending time with Elena, food (especially cookies), surfing, hugs, playing the guitar, Elvis Presley, animals, wildlife creatures, music, adventures with Dean and Sam, money

DISLIKES

Damon Salvatore, Katherine Pierce, cats, things that are difficult, Isolation, rudeness, shutting him out, embarrassing himself, betrayal, his own crimes, losing loved ones, failing, losing his friends, threats to his family and friends, people getting upset with him, failure, getting in big trouble, not having any fun, losing Elena to death, rejection, loud sounds, rudeness, Elena shutting him out, betrayal, his grandfather's crimes

BASE OF OPERATIONS

Mystic Falls, New York City, New York; San Francisco, California, Kansas

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IDENTITY

Known to Authorities Identity

CITIZENSHIP

American

MARITAL STATUS

OCCUPATION

Mercenary, former fugitive, enforcer, Hunter, sumo wrestler, assassin, bodyguard, Guardian of the Gate, Hell's Torturer, Vessel of Kai Parker, Soldier of Hell (formerly), Bearer of the Mark of Cain (formerly), Knight of Hell (formerly), Member of Team Save the World (formerly), Stripper (formerly), Comedian, Singer, Songwriter

SPECIES

Human

Knights of Hell

Nephilim

Ghost

EDUCATION

High School Student (Graduated/Formerly), Football player and basketball player for the Timberwolves, College Student

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GENDER: Male

HEIGHT

6'0" (Feet)

1.83 (Meters)

EYES: Blue-Gray

HAIR: Dark brown

ORIGIN

ORIGIN

????

UNIVERSE

The Vampire Diaries

PLACE OF BIRTH

Kansas

CREATOR

— JAKE

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Rocky is a bad boy with an edge, and he has enough personality to bring excitement to a Celine Dion song (it’s actually a beautiful song). He’ll slice you up without a second thought and make fun of you while doing it, which makes him endearing and cooler than his peers. Whether you love the character’s zany exploits or hate them, there’s no denying that he’s one of a kind. His fourth-wall-breaking antics make him a hilarious and off-kilter alternative to his hero brethren, and even after nearly three decades of delivering wisecracks, bloodshed, and meta mischief in the panels of New York, City's beloved titles, in the past couple of year, half of the universe as a whole has been seduced by his charms.

History

Early Life

Rocky was born on [Insert Date here], in the district of Kansas. He is the second son of Lucifer, making him a hybrid of Human and an Angel. He is the second and only known Nephilim to be sired by an Archangel. Rocky was taken in by his nice adopted family who would teach him how to behave like a normal being and tried to master his powers.

After being born, Rocky began searching for his father, Lucifer and showed great confusion at the world around him. All that he appeared to know was that his mother was good and his father was supposed to be waiting for him, but nothing beyond that.

Since his father is Lucifer, it is a general assumption that Rocky is the embodiment of pure evil. This belief was originally shared even by his mother, who attempted suicide after his younger brother Jack was conceived so that her second child wouldn't be unleashed upon the world. This made Rocky learn about the consequences of his actions and gain a better understanding of mortality.

After that his younger brother resurrected their mother, however, as their mother then became convinced that Jack could be good, and that the world needed him. Unfortunately, for Rocky he was already a bad boy before he was conceived.

Eventually, after Rocky helped them defeat a demon, his Uncle also became hopeful that Rocky can turn out to be good, and could make the world a better place. They both even claimed to have been shown a vision of a future without pain, fear, or suffering.

Childhood

Rocky never knew his father, as Lucifer left shortly after his son was conceived. Rocky grew up in Kansas under the care of his mother, Kelly and his Uncle, Castiel. Throughout his childhood, Rocky became something of a wild child, getting into numerous fights. He became very close to his mother.

When other children asked where his father was, Rocky told them that his dad was the president and was busy with his career.

Losing his Mother

When he was 11 years old, Rocky's mother became afflicted with humanity, that, unbeknownst to Rocky, Kelly killed herself, who feared that both of her sons growing attachment to Lucifer would turn him away from his plan. His mother's death worsened over time, and shortly before she died, she gave Rocky a note attached to it. In her final moments, she begged Rocky to hug her, but he could not bear to look at her. She died seconds later, leaving Rocky distraught and screaming for her as he was pulled from the room by his Uncle, Castiel.

Directly after her death, Rocky ran out of the house crying.

Castiel knew very well of Lucifer's true nature and plans. So, he instead decided that he and the Winchesters would keep Rocky and Jack as their own and chose never to tell him about their father.

Raised by The Hunters

The hunters taught Rocky how to be the perfect Hunter. Rocky later recalled how, growing up in a hunter clan, Dean Winchester had often "kicked the crap out of him in order to teach him how to fight and kept him in terror by threatening to eat him.

As he grew older, Rocky started going by the name The Awesome One, which was a nickname given to him by Dean. Dean gave Rocky a few to win a girls heart. When he was ten years old, Rocky had his childhood crush, Katelyn Miller.

Quest for a hunt

Rocky built up a reputation as the self-proclaimed legendary outlaw and continued to work for the Winchesters. During his time with the hunters, Rocky had become disloyal to them, eventually planning to kill an innocent.

Before joining the Winchesters, Rocky lived in the ways of an average criminal and thug, going so far as killing an innocent.

Before The Apocalypse

After his younger brother, Jack accidentally killed someone, Rocky showed great devastation and remorse for his brother’s actions and left his home and was sent to a better place because they were afraid that if he stayed, he would eventually hurt them. This act also motivated him to go out on his own and master some of his powers to prove he is good.

The Apocalypse

As God offers to bring back his friend's mother if a hunter kills his brother, but his friend refuses, knowing that the hunter's mother would never want that. With the hunters continuing to refuse to cooperate, Rocky hopelessly watches as God eventually snaps his fingers and smites his younger brother Jack in front of him, leaving Jack with his eyes burned out and surrounded by the imprint of his wings.

After his younger brother's death, Rocky kneels on the ground before he expresses understanding for what is about to happen, stating that he knows what his brother has done and that Rocky has been right all along and God is turned into a monster. However, he can't bring himself to kill God and instead throws away the gun.

His Uncle is disturbed by the fact that Rocky's every attempt to be bad and says he no longer feels anything no matter how much he wants to as for him it was all for fun.

Still distressed over his part in his younger brother's death, he sits alone in a warehouse and asks for his Uncle's ghost to help him, instead he is met by his subconscious manifestation of his father, who tells him that the hunters still hates him and he needs to understand he is all he has left.

Something in him instead of him appearing vicious, he appeared to be sweet and mischievous.

It was learned that he will be hunted down by few hunters and he is beyond redemption, and offers him a place in Mystic Falls so as to make the world a better place, assuring him that it will make God happy.

Shortly after the war, and, in an attempt to escape, after discovering the evil behind his origins from God. Once he eventually left and found a better place to live. As for now he was sent to Mystic Falls to start a new life.

The Arrival

The Arrival II

About a year after the events of the previous encounter, Shortly after arriving, Rocky wasn't fearing that he would revert to his old destructive routine and instead he would do it for fun.

As a result, Rocky eventually left to find his place when he saw the damage he was causing towards Elena's. Rocky and Katy reunite shortly afterward, but having enough of the trouble he's caused.

Just then, one of the hunters attempts to destroy Rocky during the confrontation, and though he nearly succeeds, Rocky gains the upper hand and manages to both save his own life and manage to kill him. They then run into his old friends, who gives him a ride back to escape.

Afterward, Rocky was captured by God but then he was allowed to stay on earth as exile due to God's change of heart and Elena's legal ownership of him.

Background

Rocky, a young man raised in Kansas, moves to the town of Mystic Falls, Virginia, to live with his new life. Soon after arriving, Rocky befriends Elena's friends, as a result, this draws Rocky into the supernatural world of Mystic Falls, where it is plagued by vampires, werewolves, witches, doppelgängers and Original Vampires. He soon meets and falls for a troubled teenage girl named Elena, who has feuding two vampire brothers Stefan and Damon vie for the affection of captivating teenager Elena.

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Personality

Rocky's flawed personality, he is a very unique person that is a rather likable character with a couple of positive traits. He is good-hearted and generous to others as well. He is known to take pity on stray animals and is kind to most people in need of help, sometimes even to other villains in the show.

Rocky usually discards the very norm set in the vampire diaries world. A hero has to be the villain who takes care of others, save their lives and even spare innocent beings from a death sentence. A villain is expected to create mayhem, abuse the helpless people to blackmail the superhero, and crave for world dominance at the end as a hero.

Rocky is unique in the sense that he is a combination of both. He is neither a good guy nor evil. He is nothing but a bad boy who has a good heart and does what he wants and is exceptionally good at it.

He is the king of sense of humor. His intelligent and stingy remarks can take the tension off in the gravest of situations. Rocky's ability to stay cool by acting like a fool really works for him. His people have even nicknamed him as "the awesome one" for not taking things seriously. Yet he never fails to deliver. Maybe that’s because he never panics.

Rocky also enjoys chatting about pop culture, particularly movies and celebrities. He purposely wastes much screen time talking about other movies instead of creating content for his own one, which is a sign of laziness.

As he was loaded with the anti-hero's self-indulgent sarcasm and over-the-top meta movie references, but with all his time spent on ass-kicking, there's a question as to how Rocky finds so much time to just Netflix and chill.

Physical Appearance

“ He's good-looking, but don't you dare tell him I said that. ”

– Katy Miller about Rocky's appearance, in The interview

Rocky has blue eyes and dark brown hair, which he inherited from his father and mother. Katy later states that when Rocky pleads, his blue-grey eyes seemed to be "like a cute baby seal that needed help" and marvels at how men and wo had ever won an argument with him. He is 6'1"--- making him taller than his younger brother Jack—and muscular. Rocky gets his handsome looks from his father, a reason why Katy wanted to preserve her love of him. He doesn't seem to know it or may simply refuse to acknowledge it, but a great number of girls find him extremely attractive.

At the beginning of the series, Rocky was average in athletics but later from his training, becomes very fit, muscular, and lean. After his reunion with Katy, Katy says that Rocky grew even more handsome, and muscular. Rocky had a short sleeve open collar striped shirt, dark indigo necktie with red-and-blue stripes, blue jeans, black and white converse, In The Ship of Conquest, Rocky wore a white T-shirt, black jeans, and black and white sneakers.

Rocky is noted to be "handsome" by other characters constantly. Unlike any other being seen on the Vampire Diaries, Rocky's eyes glow gold. They often glow when Rocky uses his powers. When his friends discovered Rocky hiding in the corner of the room, they were visibly frightened by Rocky's somewhat creepy appearance. After he encounters Kai, Rocky obtains an outfit.

Rocky has also been shown with a large pair of angelic wings, which seems to be as big as those of Archangels. He once used them to shield an individual from the explosion and showed them after absorbing an angelic grace to show the others his powers are back.

After being a murderer, Rocky's eyes glow red.

Powers and Abilities

Paraphernalia

Equipment

Weapons

Relationship

Love Interest

Etymology

Rocky is a name referring to a tough person. Taking the last name from his father, "morning star". His first name Rocky, was named in reference to the movie The Return Of Xander Xxx .

Notes:

Trivia

• The inspiration for Rocky's name comes from the

• Over the years, he had crushes (or interests) on many female celebrity characters. Some examples include Brittney Spears, Taylor Swift, Kelly Preston, Demi Moore etc.

• Rocky was, and is, known as the self-appointed "leader" of his own group.

• He is more interested in vandalism / pranks than violence.

• Knowing that he wasn't meant to be an embodiment of pure evil. He seemed to be quite happy. Since he is technically a failure because he is willing to belong and to find happiness.

• Rocky loves reading his favorite storybook, The Ugly Duckling by Hans Christian Andersen

• It is implied that Rocky kills people only because he was provoked; but since he has a personality of his own (a fact that only few people truly understand), he also has the choice, and even the will, not to do so.

• Rocky is not prone to having temper tantrums when things do not go as well as he hopes.

• Rocky hates it when somebody insults his relatives and his friends

• Rocky somewhat sensitive about his personal self, and can at times have a very bad reaction to others mocking it

• He believes in loyalty.

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That exactly what I was gonna say. A trash can

Damon, addressing the squad: and if you have any suggestions feel free to put them in the suggestion box.

Elena: but- that's just a trash can

Damon: it sure is!