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thinking abt trying out a multi muse again after many fails. u all can point and publically shame me if it flops again. just along for the ride and my couple of lesbians that im throwing back into the wind

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short starter call?

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mia healey’s recent tiktok ✨

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#we see you Caroline

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES S4E17 ✧ Because the Night

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* 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝟑: 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟏.

feel free to change pronouns / wording! potential spoilers!

" we have been apart for far too long. "

" seems as though your business is thriving. "

" there's no need to shout. "

" you've gotten rather good. "

" do you not wish to greet me? "

" i was nowhere and everywhere. "

" the lack of interest here today shall usher me to an early grave at any moment. "

" i simply could use some peace. "

" the truth has a way of rearing its ugly head. "

" i take it you are finally done with daydreaming? "

" do you find yourself back in town for any particular reason? in search of something or... someone? "

" i do not wish to see a citrus colour, ever again. "

" you have never been one for silly romances. "

" a man cannot tell his secrets. "

" i have kept your secret exactly because i do not wish to keep revisiting the past. "

" i must make a good impression. "

" i wonder what whistledown will write about next issue. "

" what a striking gown you have on. "

" i should like a moment alone. "

" once one finds oneself on the wall, it is difficult to come off it. "

" you do not much like attracting notice, do you? "

" it is a pity you did not choose something sturdier. "

" if you are going to make me say it out loud, i miss you. "

" what you did was cruel, and unnecessary. "

" i'm sorry for intruding. "

" it pains me to see you upset. "

" if a husband is what you seek, then... let me help you. "

" what i have learned is that charm can be taught. "

" i do love a game, especially when i am so often the victor. "

" i do not fear change, i embrace it. "

" i do not care what lady whistledown writes about me. "

" i should like to see your skills as they are, first. "

" i suggest you make good use of it. "

" you agree, i am unteachable. "

" you already know how to do this. "

" it is impossible to be in society and not care what others think. "

" do you think me a magician? "

" we needed a place to be alone. "

" you don't have to be embarrassed, you know me. "

" that's exactly why i will feel even more embarrassed, because i know you. "

" somehow my character gets lost between my heart and my mouth, and i find myself saying the wrong thing or more likely nothing at all. "

" your eyes are the most remarkable shade of blue. yet, somehow, they shine even brighter when you are kind. "

" your writing... it is very good. "

" they've taken to hunting in packs. "

" you know, whenever i have a disagreement with an acquaintance, i find the best course of action is simply to pretend they are dead. "

" talents? no. unless you consider a knack for saying the wrong thing at the wrong time a talent. "

" now i can stuff my mouth with chocolates without fear of appearing impolite. "

" i do not much care for idle gossip. "

" i think i am somehow afraid i will do something wrong. "

" despite the cover of night, there are still eyes upon us all at all times. "

" what is foolish is being unreasonable about what you can achieve. "

" men can often cause much more trouble than they are worth. "

" i bribed her to give us a minute alone. "

" a small taste of the light can lead to that most dangerous of emotions: hope. "

" once hope is lost, a lady may become reckless. "

" would you kiss me? "

" i do not wish to die without ever having been kissed. "

" i apologise for the late hour, but i had to see you, immediately. "

" you occupy my every thought. "

" you slept late. "

" i slept peacefully. "

" a week sequestered in your room, and you come down and you say this to me? "

" i noticed you have not been seen in society for some time. "

" i would certainly rather be predator than prey. "

" i think i see a corner in which to hide myself. "

" you must simply follow your heart. "

" it is the mark of a good man, to help a friend in need. "

" unfortunately, i require all pity for myself. "

" i find your frankness immensely refreshing. "

" is there some reason you are trying to escape civilisation? "

" we can do whatever we want. "

" i have heard a great deal about you. "

" that was a thrilling distraction, was it not? "

" it was a good thing no one was injured. "

" a man can be pensive, can he not? "

" i am in awe of your heroism. "

" some cannot help being heroes. "

" in need of some quiet? i have been in search of it all night. "

" perhaps we can enjoy the silence together. "

" well, then you have misjudged me. "

" i am not afraid of you. "

" courage is within us all. "

" as long as we are honest with ourselves and about our feelings, it is possible to do anything. "

" the person i was earlier today... i was pretending to be someone i am not. "

" how many yous are there, exactly? and where do you hide them all? "

" i have come to call on you. "

" i do not wish to be called on. "

" step another pace backwards, you read me too well. "

" i do not wish to interfere. "

" i cannot have you growing distracted. "

" i do not mind a stirring tale or a book of fact but, in truth i find myself drawn back time and time again to stories of... love. "

" i do not believe i have ever had a friend call to the house before. "

" a gentleman must keep some things to himself. "

" do not tell me you are holding out for love. "

" love is make-believe. "

" do you know what is romantic? security. "

" i am grateful to you, for keeping me company. "

" past lives are dangerous places to revisit. "

" if you need to keep your distance from me a while, i understand. "

" you are unlike many people. "

" i do not feel much like talking. "

" i am not a man of many words. "

" my work has such a large portion of my heart it may be difficult to make more space. "

" i cannot stand by and watch you make a mistake. "

" the only mistake was me ever asking for your help in the first place. "

" it is said that the heart is forever making the head its fool. "

" will you please let us ride home in silence and leave me alone. "

" what if i did have feelings for you? "

" i have spent so long trying to feel less. "

" these past few weeks have been full of confounding feelings, feelings like a total inability to stop thinking about you. "

" do not say things you do not mean. "

" do you think anyone saw us? "

" are you going to marry me or not? "

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PROMPTS FOR ASKING FAVORS *  assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary

would you just stand there for a second? don't move.

i need you to do something for me.

can you keep a secret?

hand me that over there, would you?

i need your help with this. seriously.

just give me five minutes of your time.

i've always helped you out. why can't you help me?

could you bring me a glass of water?

there's no one else i can turn to.

i'll show you, but you have to promise you won't tell anyone.

would you pick that up for me?

just stand there and don't move. i won't hit you.

please turn the music down.

here, would you sign this for me?

take this to [name] and say it's from me.

you drive. i've done enough driving for the week.

there's something important i have to ask you.

what if i said i needed you to do one more thing?

could you stick around and help me for a while?

i can't do it without your help.

before you go, there's something else i need.

can you grab it from the top shelf? i can't reach.

i just need you as a stand in.

would you cover for me?

could you swing by and help me?

it's a big ask. i don't think you're ready for this.

i need to run into town to grab a few things. will you come with me?

hold this for a second.

i need you to lure them somewhere.

i could really use your help if you're willing to give it.

no one else wanted to help me.

can i ask you to do something for me?

i need a favor. it's urgent.

could you tuck me into bed?

i'd really like some advice from you.

i can't sleep. would you stay here a while?

there's no one else i can ask.

if they ask, tell them you're me.

you owe me a favor.

i need you to go in my place.

i'm asking a favor. a big favor.

i don't like asking you for help, but i don't have a choice.

this is a big ask. are you sure you're willing to help?

i need more than just words. i need action.

i'm having trouble lifting this. can you help me?

i'm terrible at making a bed.

you didn't have to help me out there.

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just finished all of my drafts on this blog … feeling like a New Woman . now it’s naptime

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“I’m not going to leave it, Derek. You’re bleeding. Last I checked that needs attention.” Caroline scoffs, pushing back at him and his angry demeanor. The blonde has never been the type to back down when someone yells at her, and she’s not going to now. “He’s probably hiding down at the falls. There’s caves. There’s also the old lockwood property where the really old werewolves used to chain themselves down every full moon.” She grumbles, hand at his bicep as she forces his arm down. “You can go when I’m done wiping you off if you’re so dead set on leaving and becoming a wolf kebab.”

the wound iteself doesn't actually hurt all that much,    but his pride certainly does.    there are many people who would argue that he's not a good fighter,    and situations such as this will certainly add fuel to that fire,    which is just exhausting to even think about.    (    he doesn't know how to fight,    he knows how to kill.    )    the werewolf decides that he is not going to have this argument with her,    despite how tempting biting back currently was to him.    it would be counterproductive,    and he doesn't particularly want to start a fight on territory that isn't his own.    ❛    —    leave it,    it's already healing.    ❜    (    injuries from an omega rarely take long to fully clear up.    )    ❛    if you insist on making yourself useful,    ❜    (    he uses that term very loosely    )    ❛    then give me a list of places he could have run off to hide in.    ❜   

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Perky wasn’t the worst thing she’s been called, so she’ll take it. Andie was murdered just like Caroline was, but Caroline’s seemingly had a smidge more time to process it. “We’re both vampires, you don’t need to fun aunt me.” Caroline teases, letting her blonde locks fall down her shoulders with ease. It’s been a rough couple of days for the both of them. With Andie, it was memory lane, with Caroline it was trying not to get her head chopped off. Both painful, just in different ways. She knows that Andie’s past was difficult to get over, she had a life. A career she loved. Of course she’d hate to get rid of it.

“I think you were better off leaving.” Caroline says honestly. “I came back for a similar reason and somehow I got roped up in the same drama I tried leaving.” Her old friends getting into predicaments that they can’t get out of alone. “Went to New Orleans just like you and somehow we’re both back to where we started.” A shake to her head, a small sigh. She went back trying to find an old flame that wasn’t there. Now she’s going down memory lane without her mother being alive and she’s at a standstill of what she wants.

“Do you want revenge or do you want to get on the road and move on?”

@for4bes  sent      :      i  may  be  a  pest  but  …  i'm  a  good  listener.

returning  to  mystic  falls  had  been  an  interesting  choice.  one  that  𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍  𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛  didn’t  make  likely.  it  would’ve  been  simpler  to  stay  missing;    to  keep  on  running    &    leave  behind  the  memory  of  andie  star.  there  was  just  one  problem  with  that      —-      𝘴𝘩𝘦  𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥  𝘵𝘰  𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦  𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨  𝘩𝘦𝘳.  the  person  she  grew  to  be  wasn’t  something  that  happened  overnight.  that  version  of  her  had  been  built  on  hard  work,  determination    &    𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀  𝗮𝗺𝗯𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻.  girlhood  hadn’t  been  kind  to  a  shy  overachiever,  but  as  a  woman?  she  thrived.  it  wouldn’t  have  been  impossible  to  adapt  a  second  time.  she  just  didn’t  see  why  the  hell  she  should.  mystic  falls  had  been  her  home  and  damon  had  already  taken  enough  from  her.  he  didn’t  get  to  take  this  too.

of  course    …    in  hindsight?  it’s  a  terrible  plan.  being  here  spites  her  more  than  it  spites  him,  unable  to  venture  into  daylight  or  return  to  beloved  job.  the  life  she  left  behind  is  not  here  anymore.      —      thank  god  happy  hour  at  the  mystic  grill  still  starts  after  sunset.      ＂    i  know  we’re  both  vampires  now,  but  i’m  still  older  than  you.  i’m  pretty  sure  i’m  supposed  to  be  the  one  that  offers  to  listen.    ＂      andie  knows  it  isn’t  that  𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎  anymore.  they’ve  been  through  an  irreversible  change  that  ages  them;    𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲  𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝.  age  means  very  little  anymore,  but  she’s  still  processing.  still  𝗮𝗱𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴.      ＂    and  you’re  not  a  pest.  you’re  just    …    perky.    ＂      it’s  said  with  a  smile,  meant  as  a  compliment.  she  used  to  be  perky  too,  though  the  emotion  feels  like  a  distant  memory  these  days.      ＂    i  don’t  know.  i  guess  i  just  thought  coming  back  here  would  give  me  something.  y’know?  𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎.  or  comfort.  but  mostly  i’m  just  pissed  off  even  more  than  i  already  was.  i  miss  life.  i  miss  being  alive.  i  don’t  know  how  the  rest  of  you  make  it  all  look  so  easy.    ＂

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With being a party princess , Caroline has come into contact with all kinds of kids. Loud children, who attack her as soon as she gets to the door, tugging on her dress and won’t let her move until their parents pull them off of her. Quiet children, who sit and stare at her until they’re comfortable enough to sit beside her in her giant blue dress whilst she sings happy birthday to them. And children who are frightened of a Princess showing up at their door unannounced. Melody just so happened to be the second type, which Caroline was perfectly fine with.

“Hi Melody.” She says softly, Cinderella voice on display and she’s kneeled down at her level but not as loud as usual. Gloved hands are wrapped around her small basket of goodies, large pearly white smile staying on her lips as the father welcomes her inside. Her job is to make sure every child has a good time, even if she has to do some tricks to get it out of them.

The house is nice, homey. Whenever Caroline goes to a house, she doesn’t pay too much attention to anything besides the child, but it was hard not to pay attention to the art work on the walls. “Wow, Melody. You have such a beautiful home!” Caroline exclaims, glancing around the room for something she can talk about. “Is that you?” She points to a picture of Melody and her father. “And who is that? Is that dad?” She points back to Eric with a grin.

“I brought you some gifts, Melody. Would you like to see them?”

❛ alright.  okay,  i  trust  you,  you  are  the  professional. ❜  he  lets  out  a  nervous  chuckle,  despite  his  words,  ❛ so  i  guess  we'll  see  you  soon. ❜  and  find  out  if  she's  right.  he's  really  hoping  she  is.  

after  speaking  with  caroline,  eric  checks  in  on  mel.  thankfully  bluey  is  still  holding  her  attention  for  now.  he  knows  it's  not  the  best  idea  sticking  her  in  front  of  the  tv  but  the  moment  of  peace  it  allows  gives  him  time  to  make  the  place  presentable.  and  he  desperately  needed  a  moment  of  peace.  he  flits  around  the  house  to,  at  the  very  least,  make  sure  the  place  isn't  a  death  trap  of  tripping  hazards.  stuffed  toys  and  dolls  removed  from  the  floor,  stuffed  under  an  arm.  

it  hits  him  then,  his  parenting  is  going  to  be  on  display,  judged,  by  someone  who  has  seen  plenty  of  other  children  and  their  parents.  walking  back  to  the  living  room  he  chews  on  his  lip  anxiously.  he's  always  thought  he  was  doing  a  good  job  with  mel.  she's  healthy,  clever,  seems  like  a  happy  little  girl. . .  but  that  could  just  be  what  he  sees.  what  he  believes.  

those  negative  thoughts  are  thankfully  interrupted  by  someone  at  the  door.  he's  quick  to  turn  off  the  tv  and  toss  the  toys  into  the  toy  basket  before  picking  up  melody,  carrying  her  to  the  door.  a  playful  gasp  as  he  opens  the  door,  mostly  for  mel's  sake.  but  he  has  to  admit,  caroline's  cinderella  get-up  is  pretty  on  point—  he's  become  quite  the  princess  aficionado. 

he  turns  to  the  little  girl  in  his  arms,  ❛ mel,  who's  that?  is  that  cinderella?! ❜  his  voice  overly  excited.  enthusiasm  falters  as  the  little  girl  bashfully  buries  her  face  into  the  side  of  eric's  neck,  refusing  to  even  acknowledge  her  favorite  princess.  little  arms  tightening  their  grip  around  him.  he  tries  to  get  her  to  at  least  say  hi  but  no  attempt  is  a  success  and  he  doesn't  want  to  force  anything.  ❛ i'm  sorry,  she's  not  usually  like  this. ❜  he  states,  scooting  aside  and  gesturing  for  cinderella  to  come  inside.  there's  a  hope  that  maybe  mel  will  warm  up  to  their  visitor  eventually.  and  another  hope  this  whole  thing  doesn't  traumatize  her.  

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Caroline feels as though she’s offended, but she shakes it off as quickly as she can before she’s adjusting her ringlet curls that were falling from her hairpin. They were sat at a table , and as much as Caroline could claim that she was a skeptic, Cassandra comments could make anyone a believer.

“And what kind of growing awareness do you have?” She questions, leaning in close to her from across the table. “Any secrets about me I should be aware of?”

      @for4bes    said;     to call a person superstitious is to imply they fear magic . ( cassandra )

╰►    SOURCE:      sleepy hollow sentence starters

CASSANDRA SHAKES HER HEAD, BROWS FURROWING whilst she smoothes out the wrinkles in her crimson red gown.

                “On the contrary,” She responds, offering Caroline a small smile amidst her quiet words. “I believe that receiving such a label ought to be a compliment of the highest order. It implies a growing awareness of our universe that most souls will never manage to acquire.”

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Caroline puffs up her cheeks with air before letting them deflate, looking around for in case someone else was lurking around. “Okay,” she wearily sighs, taking a step closer to him. “If something bad happens to you and I get my head chopped off for treason I’m going to die along with you and haunt you from the grave.” She warns , pointing her finger at his face. Not that it would happen, but it could. Caroline takes another step closer, locking eyes with him before her fangs are on full display, beginning to run at him.

Caroline had a long path ahead of her and he was responsible for her success . fighting was one of the first talents she had to master in order to stay with them - to be useful to the leaders '' we've been training for a while now . I want to see your skills —and please , do not insult me like that . if a bite could kill me that easily I wouldn't be here now . do your best . i expect nothing less . ''

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“I’ve heard stories about serial killers since I was young. Even the smallest of towns have history, sir. Mystic Falls is no different.” Caroline says, feeling smaller in her spot as he follows her inside. He’s tall, towering above her without heels on.

The blonde nods feverishly regardless at the notion of him wanting to walk her home and spend even more time together. The fact that he cares about her safety is enough to have her mind spinning. She is just a girl in that aspect, cheeks pink at the thought of a man asking her mother permission to walk her home. “I’d enjoy that very much. Getting to know you , that is. But also asking my mother for permission.” She says, not as excited or bouncy as her insides, but still grinning ear to ear. “If you are uncomfortable you do not have to stay if you do not wish to.” Caroline interjects, leading them towards the small hole in the wall kitchen. “My home is not much, but I’ve been told I make a good cup of tea.”

There’s a part of her that admires the man’s chivalry, and she’s unable to hide the glimmer of sweetness that sits in her gaze whenever she looks back at him. Caroline’s mother is never home, and when she is, she’s trying to pretend like she has been home all along. It’s bittersweet to be so ignored yet loved at the same time, whether her mother realizes it or not. If she comes home tonight it would be a miracle. If she comes home tomorrow, it would be a surprise, considering the sheriff breathed work more than she breathed motherhood.

With the stove turned on and the kettle placed onto the burner, she moves over to the counter and rests her back against it as she crosses her arms over her chest. “Where did you say you were from, Mr. Mikaelson?” She asks, already pressing him for answers. “And do you travel often?”

“ Another…serial killer? I was not aware that the lovely town of Mystic Falls had to endure such a heinous thing, I was hoping that perhaps smaller towns would be spared from such…cruelty. ” His face reflects his words, worry, and concern so perfectly painted on, a mask that fits perfectly in every nook and cranny. It had to have been Katherine, she must have had her fun before running away. Especially since he had heard that she was associating with other vampires, a whole group of them, and to feed a group of vampires, well…some blood would have to be spilled.

“ I hope that this time around it is as the mayor had said, just some very unfortunate animal attacks. I’ve heard the menfolk will be gathering in the square tomorrow, with their guns to venture further into the forest around and catch the mountain lion or whatever it has been causing all of this grief. ” He’ll give them something to find, make sure that they are at least a bit perplexed, unsure if it was all due to vampires, and get them off his trail. He still needs to stay there for a bit longer, so he should play nice, for now.

“ A cup of tea would warm me right up Miss Caroline, thank you. ” Eyes glance down to her neck before Klaus smiles, the girl unknowingly had invited in the worst monster of them all. “ I won’t stay too long, it wouldn’t be proper and I wouldn’t want your mother to think of me…well on bad terms, especially since I’ve been enjoying your company, and hope to enjoy it more during my stay, of course, if you are in agreement. ”

One step over the threshold and he is inside, eyes still glued to the beautiful Caroline. He wasn’t lying, she was a lovely surprise, a nice way to spend his time while he makes his trap and finds out more about the town in the meantime. “ I would be happy to walk you home anytime you’d like, especially while it is still dangerous…if you’d be more comfortable, I would ask your mother’s approval first? ”

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Caroline accepts Esme’s recommendation, a nod to her head as she stuffs her hands in her hoodie’s pockets. The night is beautiful, moon glimmering up above. Back when she was human she used to be an early riser, and would be awake before the sun even came up. Now she can’t see the sunset without her ring. Not all vampires have had the same tools as she does, so her interactions with the cullens have been under the light of the moon or through the overcasted clouds.

“Are you happy as a vampire?” Her voice ponderous, cutting it straight to the point. Caroline’s forwardness has always been a touchy trait, yet it’s heightened with her vampirism.

“What I mean to say is, would you change it?”

Esme let Caroline dictate everything; next move, distance, decisions. She could have left the girl alone, but it didn't settle right on her shoulders. Even a simple check in would help put Esme's mind at ease regardless if Caroline wanted company or not— at least Esme tried.

She waits for Caroline to throw the hoodie over her head, only getting back on her feet when Caroline confirms she wants to get out and about.

Esme offers a nod, following Caroline as she leaves the room, gently closing the door behind her. She trails Caroline until they're outside, the woods offering space walls can't. "We can follow the stream," Esme suggests, almost in a whisper. "I often find the water a good distraction."

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Caroline notices the marks of the fangs that once pressed into the other woman’s neck. She’s not phased, nimble fingers dancing upwards to trace around the scars gently. There was a time in her life where she’d been involuntarily the fangbanger, but now she’s the one with the fangs. Caroline still can’t believe how her life has ended up sometimes, but in the moment none of it matters except for the fact that she’s here at some skeezy bar with one of the cutest girls she’s ever seen.

“I guess so.” She says simply, licking her lips. She’d ask how many vampires have fed off her if she cared. Maybe it was one and maybe it was one hundred, but she didn’t know this woman enough to get jealous. They were strangers , that’s it. “You’re giving me orders?” A laugh, but she can sense how needy the other woman was. Caroline thinks that Aurora wants it more than she does, but it makes her snicker and feel boastful with pride. Like she’s the one in charge, because she is.

Caroline hums, dipping her head down to press a kiss to Aurora’s neck before going for the bite shamelessly. Caroline is messy when she eats, and this time is no different. Her fangs pierce porcelain skin, but her tongue does most of the work. Sucking and lapping up the divine liquid as she presses the woman against her fangs, not the other way around.

aurora's breath hitches in her throat when caroline touches her. the vampires didn't usually beat around the bush. they were always so hungry. but things didn't always turn sexual. sometimes, it was just a feeding. wham, bam, thank you ma'am. but the way that the vampire is now spreading her legs open and slotting herself between them, she knows that she's going to end up fucking the vampire, tonight. not that she has anything against that. caroline is sexy, even for a vampire. ❝ yeah, i suppose i am. everyone needs to feed. even vampires. i'm just helping my fellow men. ❞ so what if it was...

exciting? true blood was disgusting. synthetic. like crappy, junk food. blood bags were like frozen food. who was she to deny a vampire the good stuff? organic, range free food? one hand moved to the other woman's shoulder, grabbing onto her. she shuddered at the whisper, biting her lower lip as her free hand grabs hold of caroline's arm. she lets out a breathless laugh. ❝ does it? don't we both want the same thing? ❞ she pulled back enough so she could meet the blonde's eyes. hers went to her lips, the fangs on display making her moan. she tilted her head to the side, blonde locks falling out of the way to expose a flawless, pale neck. it had been a while since her last visit.

but the faint scars of two fangs were still present. ❝ i want you to feed. ❞ she purred, one hand now grabbing caroline's hair, fingers threading through the blonde locks as she gently pushed her head towards her pulse point. the heat was already pooling in her stomach.

[for4bes]

There’s a feeling of pride coursing through Caroline, that she’s won something that didn’t exist. She grins, however, pointing over to the mantle. “We can start over there and make it festive.” She says firmly , warm gaze meeting his as she just loves the time of year where everything is lit up and people can come together. Caroline bends down to grab a box of her own. “Do you like the holidays?”

he pulls a face at the comment,    but doesn't dignify it with a response.    (    blondes aren't his type    . . .    once was enough.    )    ���    —    we all have our delusions to get us through the day,    ❜    he mutters dryly,    gaze flickering towards the stack of overflowing boxes,    reluctantly accepting that it's going to be an all day job.    (    caroline could not have chosen a worse person for this task!    )    ❛    alright,    where are we starting?    ❜

[for4bes]

First note to self : do not compare animals to other animals that can be found in cutesy animated movies. Caroline writes that down in her brain for later. Second note to self: She is like the cheetah that preys on the zebra in all of those nature documentaries. Caroline stands awkwardly as he explains the whole ordeal, blinking every couple of seconds to make sure he knows she’s still listening, but also incredibly icked out. Caroline rolls her shoulders back as she shivers, running a very uncomfortable hand across her face. Stefan was gone in a blink of an eye, and Caroline’s face scrunches together as she hears the deer wail.

This would be the time to turn around and frantically run through the bushes like a coward with her arms flailing out. Caroline, if she was still human, would probably be doing that, locking her door behind her and never seeing Stefan again after murdering Bambi. Caroline instead speeds next to him, covering her eyes as she listens to him speak. The deer is still alive, she can hear it’s heartbeat like a snare drum. “Yes, I will drink.” She replies, unenthused, peeking at the bloody deer through her fingers.

It doesn’t smell as good as human blood, but it kind of reminds her of vegan meals. It’s almost the real thing. Got a different texture and ingredients but if you squint it could be the same thing. The blonde’s already broken rule number one, and she already knows she’s got the first flight down to hell when this is all over anyway.

Caroline jogs in place a moment , taking a deep breath before she’s on her knees, bright blue gaze locked onto the fear struck deer for a moment before that same stare is clouded over by dark veins and black rims. “Sorry, Bambi.” She mutters, before her staggered breathing is subsided by her fangs piercing into the skin of the animal, tongue lapping the blood until it’s heart begins to falter.

Caroline reaches up to grab onto Stefan’s arm, as if to say “Stop me before it dies.” She squeezes his arm at the same time as she laps up the blood, because at least she’s not alone in this.

stefan can tell that caroline is still on the fence about attacking a wild animal. he could compare this to a documentary or the circle of life but he's sure that it would make her even more uneasy. "rule number one, don't compare them to animated deer. it'll make it harder to hunt them."

he takes a step back, forest green eyes fixate on the bushes as he uses every sense to track down the mammal rustling about. completely unaware of what's about to happen to them. "it may look a little awkward since it's been a long time since i did this in front of anyone." the last time was around lexi after she proposed to have picnic together. they went off to the woods, the younger vampire hunted his meal while the eldest drank from a blood bag. it was a good day.

"it's all about speed and since we're faster than the average deer and rabbit, it should be easy." he explains, "you just have to lunge at them, like for instance, those animal documentaries when there's a heard zebras or antelopes and cheetah just comes charging towards them?" there it is. "it's like that."

in the blink of an eye, the vampire speeds behind the bush. a sharp yelp rings through the woods before it goes silent. he holds the deer down, it struggles underneath his strong grip. "pierce your fangs through the jugular," fangs sink into the mammals neck, their convulsion becomes gradually more lethargic as he starts consuming its blood. after taking a couple of drinks, stefan pulls way and cleans the corners of his mouth. "want a drink?" he cautiously asks, turning his head in caroline's direction to see her reaction.