original sired.

     eloquently dressed, charming – surely this man had to have women swooning at his feet wherever he went. the moment ‘klaus mikaelson’ left his lips – katherine’s interest was piqued. her darkly colored orbs remained on tristan’s features, head cocking to the side as the smallest hint of a smirk tugged at the corners of her lips. “that would be me, yes,” she confirmed with a small nod of her head. “eluded that man for over five hundred years. if that isn’t something to be proud of, i don’t know what is.” of course eluding the man for so many years had come with its own set of consequences, but she’d survived & that was all that mattered.

     darkened hazel hues lifted to meet his, a questioning look overtaking the brunette’s features. she was certain she’d never met this man before, as it was highly unlike her to forget a face. “i’m sorry – have we met?” he obviously knew who she was, but she knew absolutely nothing about this man. hayley’s arms remained crossed over her chest, keeping her defenses up as she still had no idea who he was. “you obviously know who i am, but i’m afraid i have no idea who you are.”

     this man was far more aggravating that what she’d expected. the stories she’d heard of him definitely portrayed him as being arrogant, but they just didn’t truly do him justice. jane could feel herself growing more & more irritated by the minute – & while she was typically a highly irritable person, nothing had succeeded in making her this irritated. “i don’t care about your private jet,” rolling her eyes at his words. if he was trying to push her buttons, he was doing a damn good job.

     “the volturi’s agenda is none of your concern.” it was situations like this that caused the very well put together façade she put on to fumble & that immense amount of power she held within her to slip. jane was rarely alone, so she always had someone to pull back on the reigns & bring her back to reality – however, now she was alone. the person that had to pull back on the reigns was herself & she didn’t know if she held enough trust within herself to do so. “stop,” she instructed, rising to her own feet as she eyed the other vampire. “either you sit & we have ourselves a nice little chat – or this will end very poorly for you.”

            she  was  insufferable  and  tristan  wasn’t  amused  by  a  long  shot .  that’s  one  reason  he  wasn’t  thrilled  with  the  volturi .  arrogance  and  the  need  to  have  others  bow  down  to  them .  other  who  weren’t  even  cursed  in  the  sort  of  way  he  and  his  sister  were  .    a  soft  chuckle  came  from  him --  one  that  was  more  on  the  dry  side .  slowly ,  he  turned  around  to  face  her   ,  eyes  narrowing .  

                 well, shit. she shouldn’t have expected it to work. especially because she had no idea what half of the people going to the party really were. she recognized his voice from the beginning of the evening, the host. so much for getting on his good side to be invited back to the mansion more often. at least she had a good look around before she got caught. sheepishly, she poked her head out from the curtains with an apologetic, lopsided smile that didn’t reach the haze of intoxication over her eyes. guess getting caught hadn’t done much for sobering her up a  bit late.  

                “i’m sorry – i had to pee – and then i got curious. pretty sure the bathrooms are bigger than my motel room…” she rambled on, because of both the champagne and the piece of her that had the common sense to remember how she was in danger right now. “not exactly the best party guest but i could already use a nap.”

               comments that would be looking for her swirl around in her mind. maybe she would toss one out if he grew angrier, rather than what she would classify as disappointment or annoyance.

          she  was  so  obvious  with  her  racing  heart  and  her  scent .  tristan  was  amused  and  he  couldn’t  deny  it .  his  hands  were  tucked  inside  of  his  pockets ,  waiting  for  her  to  finally  peak  out  from  behind  the  curtains .  and  just  a  moment  later ,  there  she  was .  clearly  she  was  drunk  and  tristan  rolled  his  eyes  in  a  sort  of  playful  like  manner .  

                    right. the part of the invitation that made her worry more about the tense feeling that rolled through the town. was this party a ruse for targeting hunters? she had to hope that the packed ballroom didn’t mean that everyone apart from those that might be human were in agreement to use the beautiful marble floors as host to a mass murder. she knew that if nothing happened tonight that she would have to keep her eye on him and the people serving as the bodyguards for the event, no matter how her optimism made her hope that this party served simply as a distraction for them all. 

                 “ you have a stunning home, tristan. i was surprised by the invitation and even more surprised that you know my name. ”

                            perhaps  by  the  end  of  the  night ,  the  hunters  would  realize  just  how  outnumbered  they  were  and  some  perhaps --  even  fallen  victims  to the  very  things  they  despised .   tristan  eyed  him ,  listening  in  on  her  heartbeat  that  seemed  to  skip  in  the  worried  manner .   something  that  seemed  to  bring  a  slight  chuckle  from the  vampire .  there  was  nothing  like  hearing  that  sound .  knowing  what  it  meant  and  the  fact  that  he  could  perhaps  use  it  to  his  own  advantage . 

     the dress was definitely her style & while she wasn’t typically the type to ask for another’s opinion – he was definitely an attractive man & well, she simply couldn’t help herself. “you have impeccable taste,” the brunette commented. not that she was surprised at all, especially given his own attire. “i don’t believe we’ve met – i’m katherine.”

emma  chewed  at  her  lower  lip  a  little  anxiously  .  she  wasn’t  used  to  kindness  without  some  kind  of  ultimatum  .  that  just  wasn’t  how  it  worked  .  but  ,  it  was  in  her  best  interest  to  accept  this  offer  ,  and  so  she  did  .  “ o  -  …  okay  .  i  don’t  totally  get  your  angle  ,  but  okay  . ”

  within a moment lilith’s attitude returned to the sweet and innocent persona she displayed around devil hills. her blue gaze nervously shifted around the room, making sure none of the wrong people caught a glimpse into the private interaction she was having with the party’s host. a cocky grin passed over her red-painted lips as she saw realization within tristan’s eyes.

                            ❝ i’m sure. ❞ lilith replied, enthused about the possibility of a professional relationship with the vampire. 

     the way he described his self-built empire peaked the attention of the original demon even more, head slightly tilting as he spoke. ❝ thank you. it comes with centuries of work. ❞ the demon retorted, mimicking the sentences tristan had said to her just moments before. ❝ i must pick your brain… but, this isn’t my preferred setting. too many paranoid hunters who would desire my head on a platter should they know i’m here. i don’t think i could risk it, it being so pretty and all. ❞

             the lack of a costume and a mask were clue ins to this man being the mysterious tristan de martel who had sent out the invitations to the party. looking around the growing crowd, she saw some scattered looks of recognition and light claps as he descended the stairs. she was genuinely curious why the invitation had been slipped under her motel room door, but she wasn’t about to ask either. staying lost in the crowd would probably be the smart move with the possibility of him knowing she was a hunter, but if she got anything from her father it was certainly his foolish bravery and impulsive nature. 

              “ you must be our gracious host – or deserve a bit of kudos for getting in without following the dress code.”

                       tristan  stuck  out  compared  to  everyone .  a  host  breaking  his  own  rule  .  he  had  his  reasons .  after  all ,  he  wanted  himself  to  be  known .   once  the  claps  had  stopped ,  things  went  back  to  normal .  and  he  made  his  way  around , greeting  those  with  his usual charming  smile .  her  voice  stood  out  though .  and  he  turned  towards  her .  a  hunter .  though --  how  he  could  tell  is t hat  she isn’t  the  first  he’s  ever  encountered.  after  all , he’s  ancient  and  they  carried  themselves  in  a  certain  manner .  plus  their  scent  of  metal  and  gunpowder  gave  them  away . 

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           her trek had started out innocent enough, desperately needing to use the bathroom with how much she had hit the open bar. it would be a terrible decision, in hindsight, to get hammered in a ballroom teeming with monsters, some of whom would no doubt love to kill her to prove some point to sam. after exiting the guest bathroom and nobody around at the top of the stairs, a drunk jessica decided that nobody would miss cher horowitz while she did a little exploring to imagine what living with this much wealth would be like.

           assuredly, her footsteps were anything but quiet as she was only another martini or glass of champagne away from staggering. the bedrooms in the place were as immaculate as the rest of the house and the beds were quite inviting for the giggly drunk, but she still had enough of her wits about her to know better than partake. taking the hallway the same way she came, a shadow at the end of the hallway let her know somebody was coming. a soft gasp blew from her lips as she twisted behind some of the large curtains leading out to a balcony, her cheek striking off the corner of the wall in the process.

                            things  were  going  smoothly  and  he  couldn’t  have  been  more  pleased  with  it  all .  everyone  seemed  to  be  having  quite  the  time  and  even  he  himself  was  as  well .  up  until  the  point  when  one  of  the  strix  members --  security  informed  him  of  a  human  who  seemed  to  be  lurking  around  where  she  wasn’t  suppose  to  be .  he  didn’t  have  too  much  to  hide  but -- he  also  didn’t  want  just  anyone  lurking  around  his  home .   he  nodded  to  the  other  before  finishing  his  glass  of  champagne  and  setting  it  down .  

                aya  remained  watching  and  socializing  while  he  took  care  of  this  little  situation .  tristan  followed  suit  ,  slowly  .  her  scent  told  him  that  she  was  close  by  and  it  seemed  as  if  she  was  trying  to  hide  once  she  heard  that  he  was   approaching .   he  stopped ,  a  few  feet  from  the  curtains  and  sighed .  

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maybe this was the ‘rich yahoo’ who was throwing the shindig.  or maybe just another posh-boy vulture flocking to wherever there was a bit of coin flashed to see if there was any trust fund loot going spare for bad investments.  either way - dean gets a ‘vibe’.  spidey senses.  whatever.  he’s never really been overly well spoken at the best of times… sure, he can pass himself off as a variety of things - fbi, park ranger, priest, yaddah yaddah… but ‘upper class’ wasn’t in his repertoire.  which makes something of the rebellious side of him elbow to the fore… and perhaps he’s a little more crass than usual…

there’s a grin - wide and bright - something made even more striking in contrast to the black mask and shadowed eyes.

“i dunno - i enjoy a wet t-shirt competition as much as the next guy.  but the participants have to consent to those – so - sure…  ‘admirable’.  or y’know - just helping someone out.”

‘we’.  the guy says ‘we’ and dean is attempting to figure out if that’s a ‘royal we’ - a random all encompassing thing.  or a specific ‘we’ - which infers personal interest on his part.  

“i’ll take a wild stab in the dark and guess you’re the one throwing the party.  doubt anyone else would be too concerned about a tray of champagne ending up on the antique rug.  unless, o’course, you’re invested in protecting peoples… modesty.  which - given some of the outfits here - y’might’ve already missed by a mile.”

                  tristan  always  took  pride  in  himself  and  his  accomplishments .  one  being  taking  over  the  strix  when  elijah  abandoned  it .  he  had  gained  so  much  more  than  he  already  he .  and  by  that , he  had  potential  of  taking  over  any  place .  with  money ,  charm -- compulsion  and  the  brilliance  that  seemed  to  out  do  most  anyone  elses .  but  he  had  a  downfall .  his  sister.  his  beloved  aurora  whom  he  would  do  anything  for .  she  was  everything  to  him . 

         the  ancient  couldn’t  help  but  crack  a  small  laugh  at  his  words .  “  i  meant  that  as  most  within  this  room --  probably  would  have just  allowed  the  drinks  to  spill  all  over  that  poor  woman . “  tristan  replied .   his  eyes  remained  on  the  hunter .  closely ,  not  daring  to  break  from  him .  the  sound  of  his  heartbeat  was  loud to  his  heighten hearing .  but  he  wasn’t  like  most  other  vampires .  it  took  years  of  training  to  nail  patience  and  re-frame  from  making  anyone  a  meal .