“ Are you sure you want to do this? ”
† ―――― SOMETIMES BUFFY HOPED WHEN SHE WOULD WAKE UP FROM HER SLUMBER THAT ALL OF THIS WOULD HAVE JUST BEEN SOME BAD NIGHTMARE. but every time she woke, she was thrusted back into the new reality of the world. she never thought she'd see the day that walkers would overtake the world and change life as she knew it. of course, she's spent her whole life protecting humanity but this was one thing that, no matter how much she fought every day or how many she killed, she couldn't change. the world belonged to the dead now and buffy had to make peace with that. the new threat to the world was humans themselves and how was she supposed to fight that after all she's ever known was to spare those that had a soul. that was the new question that lingered in her mind; did these horrible people have a soul at all or were they just doing what they needed to survive? did the new world change who they used to be and was it truly their fault for the way they were now?
BUFFY ASKED HERSELF THAT EVERY DAY ABOUT @xxgotthedevilinsidexx. she desperately wanted to know what kind of man he was before the virus had infected everyone on earth. was he kind? compassionate? forgiving? all traits she hadn't seen him display thus far but buffy was alone now. she had no friends, no sister, no hope [ .... ] negan was all she had and it was something she wasn't sure she could let go of. if she let go of him, his company and her safety net, she'd have nothing and she wasn't sure she could survive this world if she had to tread it alone.
HER HAND SQUEEZED THE DOORKNOB THAT WOULD LEAD INTO WHAT USED TO BE A FARMING SUPPLY BUILDING. they hadn't explored this area yet together and buffy knew it was infested with walkers but it was something they needed to scavenge. they had other communities growing food for them and raising animals but buffy had convinced negan that if they were going to force them to work for the saviors, they had to at least provide the needed supplies to do such a task. buffy still contemplated on whether or not she was going to stay in this vicious community but she knew if she left now, she might not make it out of alive [ .... ] on the account of negan's track record of making an example out of anyone that dared speak against him. she looked up at him, towering over her, with confident eyes, “ we have to ” she responded, avoiding his question but not entirely. “ we should split up. i'll take one side and you take the other. we'll cover more ground that way ” she suggested but more like demanded. if she was going to be by his side, she was going to have them do things her way.
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𝔡𝔞𝔪𝔬𝔫 & 𝔟𝔲𝔣𝔣𝔶 - 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔲𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 @xxgotthedevilinsidexx.
damon knew buffy wasn't always a fan of the way he handled situations he found himself in — or created, but that's neither here nor there ... right? so, he wasn't entirely surprised by her reaction. the werewolves have been infesting mystic falls lately and, ever since he had murdered mason, they've all been looking to strike their revenge on damon. he needed to protect himself, and he needed to protect buffy. who knew when they would go after her just to get back at him? he sighed softly at her words, ❛ buffy, do you really expect me to just stand here in mutt guts? ❜ he responded, flicking his hand to shake off some of the blood that tainted his skin. he certainly was hoping she would show up after he had cleaned up this mess in the living room of his home and himself as well but, things didn't always work in damon's favor, especially when it concerned buffy. she always showed up at the wrong times. he took a small sip of his drink as he smirked behind his glass because of her blushing cheeks. good to know he was able to get a rise out of her, even if it was just a small one.
he pours buffy a drink behind walking over to her, stepping over the body in the process, and hands her the glass, ❛ come on, why not? don't we have a duty to save the planet by saving water? ❜ he asked nonchalantly, still wearing that devilish grin that hung off of his lips. he shrugged slightly, ❛ i could help you to get those hard to reach places ... ❜ he trailed off, his eyes looking at her up and down as he visioned the both of them in the shower, enjoying each other in ways they haven't. damon wasn't sure how he felt about buffy yet or didn't really knew what kind of relationship they've formed, but he knew one thing for certain — he was undeniably attracted to her. it wasn't just her flawless looks that he sought after but her strength, her courage, her ability to see things others could not. he admired her, and he wanted to show her just how grateful he was that she remains as the only person that hasn't given up on him. he knew that wouldn't be an easy feat, more so because he had no idea how she even felt about him. were they just friends and could they ever be more? he takes another sip, ❛ promise the shower is big enough for the two of us ... ❜
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@xxgotthedevilinsidexx sent from buffy summers to niklaus mikaelson : “ Would you believe me if I said wrong place, wrong time ? ”
⚰️ ―――― NIKLAUS AND BUFFY HAVE HAD AN ON - GOING BANTER OF SORTS AND A PART OF NIKLAUS ENJOYED IT. he could've killed her long ago but he hadn't and there was a reason for that. something about buffy summers, the infamous vampire slayer that every creature feared, had created a soft spot in his cold, dead heart. no one has ever challenged him, inspired him, the way she did and he clung to that feeling; maybe that's why she remained alive even after all the attempts of her trying to kill him, ruin his grand plans, and stop his hybrids. but now, with him arriving home and seeing that she had defeated two more of his hybrids, he grew furious. not only because two more of his creations had been taken down by the slayer but mostly because during their battle, she had ruined all of his paints. everything was destroyed and that made him more angry than any death of a hybrid would.
HE STOOD THERE, SILENT, ABSORBING WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO HIS PRECIOUS, LONG TIME PAINTINGS. he's kept these over the centuries so, for them to be gone forever, hurt his heart. he ignored her words and sauntered over to the destruction, picking up the broken canvases and torn a part drawings. after a long moment, he turns to face the slayer with fury in his eyes, tossing back down the useless objects, ❛ you couldn't have done this outside ? i couldn't care less about my hybrids, i could easily make more. i'm upset with the fact that you had completely destroyed the one thing that i care about — ❜ he told her, pressing his lips together in a thin line and then stomped over to her, towering over buffy with a locked, pained gaze. ❛ care to fill me in as to why you've invited yourself into my home ? from what i can recall, slayer, 've not bothered you for some time as you've requested and yet you've made a point to come here and destroy my things. you've got five seconds to explain yourself before i rid of something that is near and dear to you — and i cannot guarantee that it will be something inanimate. ❜
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𝔫𝔦𝔨𝔩𝔞𝔲𝔰 & 𝔟𝔲𝔣𝔣𝔶 - 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔲𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 @xxgotthedevilinsidexx.
niklaus has never met anyone like buffy summers before. he's faced vampire hunters in the past, one of those being a member of the five, but none of them seemed to compare to her. she was born, made, to kill the likes of him and others that stalked in the night. she's been doing it for most of her life at this point, and she was fearless, confident, in doing so. it intrigued him and only enticed him to learn more about her; dive deep into her mind and figure out exactly what made buffy summers so tick. he found that her scent was already intoxicating; it left him desiring more. he couldn't help but chuckle lightly under his breath at her words, shaking his head briefly, ❛ oh, naive little slayer ... you've seen nothing yet ❜ he warned her, a devilish smirk curls at his lips, continuing to caress her cheek. he didn't want to stop staring into her eyes but — his train of thought was derailed when buffy had suddenly escaped his soft grasp and sent a whirling kick to his chest, causing him to stumble back, bumping into a tombstone.
his breath was hitched for a moment, a hand over his chest as he composed himself from the aggressive surprise. he leverages himself up by using the tombstone and dusts his clothes off, ❛ i'd agree with the interesting bit, luv ❜ he started and then used his vampire speed to flash in front of her within an instance and then proceeded to grab her by the throat, squeezing but not too hard; he wasn't anywhere near finished with her yet. he cocks his head to the side, biting down on his bottom lip as he watched her eyes struggle within his grasp, ❛ you are going to be an interesting dance partner ❜ he whispered to her. he used his other hand to swipe her hair off her neck while canting her head to the side, exposing her veins that ran through her flesh. he leaned in and inhaled her scent, finding himself drowning in it. ❛ it takes two to tango, buffy ... ❜
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𝔡𝔞𝔪𝔬𝔫 & 𝔟𝔲𝔣𝔣𝔶 - 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔲𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 @xxgotthedevilinsidexx.
why wasn't she afraid of him? what did he have to do to show her that he was a monster, someone that couldn't be trusted to do the right thing? he did things for his own selfish gain and helping buffy, saving her even, was to his own advantage because, as much as he didn't want to admit it, he had strong feelings for the vampire slayer. if something were to happen to her, he would lose himself, and if he ended up being the reason she met death, there is no hole deep enough he could bury himself in. he pressed his lips together tightly, forming a thin, angry line, as he maintained intense eye contact with her, never daring to break it. ❛ because sometimes the truth is worse than the lies, buffy. maybe i'm just trying to save you the heart break ❜ he told her, but he knew he was only attempting to keep up this faux attempt at being the worst person alive. it was true; damon did things that were unforgivable, to say the least, and downright irredeemable, but that's exactly what he didn't want buffy to get caught up in. he didn't want to risk her seeing him for what he truly was under his humanity. if he lost his humanity, if the flip was switched, he knew the first person he would go after would be her — because she'd be the only person that would be able to turn it back on.
he stared at her in disbelief, unable to fathom that he didn't smell one whiff of fear from the slayer. her heart rate never picked up when he aggressively grabbed her wrist and didn't let go. her breathing never hitched when his eyes would be consumed with the darkness that infected him from within. she should be running, why isn't she running? this would all be much easier if she would just run. his hot breath ghosted over the skin of her wrist, his fangs vibrating at the thought of piercing through her flesh only to experience what slayer's blood would taste like washing over his tongue. as much as the vampire inside wanted to devour her, his human side would never let it happen. he took in her words, listening to the sincerity that dripped from her tone, and saw how her eyes darkened as she stared right back at him. he caught that glimpse of truth shining in her mesmerizing orbs, and he couldn't tear himself away. he didn't have the strength to fight her, whatever it was between them, anymore. he just — wanted her. his eyes slowly fluttered shut and, instad of drinking from her wrist, his lips press a tender kiss against her veins. one single tear slowly slid from damon's eye and down his cheek, the droplet splashing softly on her wrist. he kept his eyes shut, afraid to look at her, ❛ i could never hurt you, buff ... never. ❜
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𝔫𝔦𝔨𝔩𝔞𝔲𝔰 & 𝔟𝔲𝔣𝔣𝔶 - 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔲𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 @xxgotthedevilinsidexx.
klaus was obsessed with the idea of having a sense of control over the vampire slayer. and it wasn't just any vampire slayer — it was buffy summers; she who is the longest living slayer and is world renowned, creatures feared her ... But not klaus. no, he wasn't afraid at all, rather he was intrigued and absolutely fascinated by her. she's vanquished many enemies in her time and has established herself quite a name — he wanted to know how, why, what made her so strong and stand so tall above the rest. he had made it a point to find out himself, but he was quickly stopped by the slayer herself. she was too smart, too insightful to sneak past and watch over. she would always know when he was around and the question begged; was it because of her extraordinary senses or was it because they were connected unknowingly? he felt her when she would near and he would miss her when she left. why? that's what he had to know and that's why he had to have control over her because, if he didn't, he might lose control of himself.
he couldn't take his eyes off of her. ❛ don't worry, slayer, i read between the lines, how could i miss it? it's not every day someone is as brave as you would threaten an original; thee original hybrid, no less ... ❜ he replied, smirking slightly with his brows raised up mockingly. just another thing that continued to plague klaus' mind, her bravery and her confidence, he's never met anyone like her. he couldn't help but roll his eyes at her words, ❛ m' sorry, i didn't realize i was speaking to such an expert. what makes you think you know me so well, buffy? i would be very careful with making assumptions 'bout people that could hurt you. careless, slayer ... ❜ he scolded, wiggling a single digit at her. as much as her boldness frustrated him, it made him drown in her even further. that's why he wasn't going to lose her before he even had her. he shook his head at her explanation and the words she used so sarcastically. how could she be so playful right now? ❛ please, i was never worried about you to begin with. not until now ❜ he responded through his teeth, grabbing the hand she used to hold her obvious wound. he flipped her hand to see it covered in blood, his eyes turning a golden shade as his concern only grew. he let her hand go and took no hesitation in biting into his wrist to create a blood flow through two small holes in his flesh. he presented his bleeding wrist to her, ❛ there is no choice here for you, miss summers, drink. you must heal. ❜
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@xxgotthedevilinsidexx sent from buffy summers to damon salvatore : “ What the hell did you do ; tap - dance all over the body with ice - skates ? ”
⚰️ ―――― YEAH, SURE, SHE WASN'T ENTIRELY WRONG ABOUT THE BODY DAMON HAD LEFT WITHIN THE CONFINES OF HIS LIVING ROOM, BUT HE HAD NO CHOICE. the man was a werewolf and he had come in here to inject his deadly venom that was inflicted by a werewolf bite. it had been a close call, teeth snapping at him as damon fought hard for his life, but he managed to fight off the wolf boy and pierce him with a sharp blade. once his enemy had fallen to the ground, groaning and bleeding out, damon took it upon himself to punch his fist through his chest and rip out his still beating heart, tossing it into the lit fireplace. the body laid in a crimson pool of blood with its killer standing over it, admiring his work, until he was interrupted by the vampire slayer. he had no choice, buffy had to understand that. it was either him or the werewolf and damon would pick damon any day of the week.
DAMON TURNED AROUND WHEN HE HEARD THE SLAYER'S VOICE, WINCING SLIGHTLY AT THE SITUATION THEY WERE BOTH IN. ❛ well, this isn't exactly a sight for sore eyes, is it ? ❜ he stated, a sarcastic grin hanging off his lips. he wasn't sure how to approach this situation but he knew it had to be delicately. ❛ the puppy was going to bite me, buffy, i had to do something. what was i supposed to do ? become puppy chow ? ❜ he responded. well, so much for delicate. he stepped over the body and approached the slayer but still kept their distance as he didn't want to push her. he pointed at the fireplace to direct her attention, ❛ don't worry, he's been muzzled. threw his heart in the fire. you're welcome because he would've gone after you too ❜ he told her, wagging his finger at her. ❛ now, if you'll excuse me, i really need a drink — and a shower ❜ he told her, looking down at his blood coated clothes and waltzed over to his cabinet of bourbon, pouring himself a drink. he smirks and peers over his shoulder to glance at her, ❛ unless you'd like to join me, miss summers [ .... ] ❜
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