IN STRANGE AEONS

                        FATE    BROUGHT    US    TOGETHER               SO    THAT    I    COULD    TEAR    YOU    APART    !

part one. taken from seasons six and eight various episodes of the vampire diaries. adapted for rp. tw for mentions of murder, mutilation, suicide attempt,

Oh, you think this is annoying? Hmm.

Oh, you think this is annoying? Hmm. Try listening to you and [name] bicker every 5 minutes.

You like lifeguards, like… Hot ones?

Temper’s gonna get you in trouble. It’s already driven [name] away how many times? Oh, oh, oh, wait. I know. 13!

If you really want to know the reason I’m following you, it’s because I want to kill you.

Who didn’t see that one coming?

The useless one is here. Thank God.

What are you gonna do, fail at me?

If you torture me, I’ll get mad, and then I won’t want to help you.  What kind of person needs to have that explained to them?

Let me guess… You killed the pregnant woman.

I was listening, in my sleep.

I wanted to feel your hand on my chest.

It’s like they expected me to be evil.

Hello! Not everyone died.

I had a soft spot for one of my sisters. ‘Cause otherwise, I would’ve cut her lungs out, and not just her spleen.

Look, well, these two, I, uh, hung off a stairwell railing. Then I put a hunting knife in her abdomen, and him, I drowned in the pool.

This place isn’t your hell. It’s mine.

I wanna go back and give the rest of them an excruciating death.

The future sounds great, all right? I’m super excited about the Internet.

Uh-oh, she’s being brave.

Did you really think I hadn’t tried to kill myself before? Because I had– lots of times, lots of ways.

I know you think I’m a monster.

I mean, I did murder or heavily maim most of my immediate family, but after a long period of self-reflection, I’ve come to the conclusion that I could have handled my anger better.

Come on out, [name]. I know you can hear me.

Come on out, [name]. You know I won’t kill you.

Oh, you would have been super-impressed with my flying skills, but I’d already knocked you out with painkillers.

Ah. Memories: Pitter-patter of little siblings’ feet, witchy-woo chanting in the air, mom and dad calling me an abomination.

Ah, memories: mom and dad calling me an abomination.

I get it. I knocked you out, kidnapped you against your will. Can’t you see I’m trying to apologize?

Can we at least have one last dinner conversation before my eternity of aloneness resumes?

My father treated me like crap for 22 years and then locked me here.

It’s like his… like his kids didn’t even matter.

I don’t feel anything.

You ever worn skinny jeans? Agh. It seems wrong. I’m all bunched up.

Did you know you can follow celebrities? They all Twitter the stupidest things.

Last time I saw you I was trying to kill you. Why don’t we pick up where we left off?

I’d rather not kill you, but I will.

Feel like making a deal with the devil?

I stabbed her.

I was willing to kill you when your brain was the size of an acorn. You don’t think I’ll do it now?

Isn’t it gonna be funny when I kill her using her own magic? Wait. Is that funny or sad? I get my emotions mixed up.

Sorry, I’m nervous. You’re like, really pretty.

And then I was like, “Don’t judge me.” And then I gave him a heart-attack.

I tried to give him a heart attack, but all I did was make him vomit uncontrollably, which was like, ugh, let’s stop that.

I think I broke his spine?

You know, it’s no wonder America got dumb while I was locked up; they’re never in school.

Anyway, do you mind if I try to turn your blood into acid again?

I’m starting to see why he digs you. You are crazy-pants.

My favorite memory is when I finally beat him to death.