Elena Gilbert RP

Part of her wanted to leave, he scared her sometimes, even if it pained her to admit it. Another part wanted to take all of her anger and hurl it in his face. "Besides, you've actually killed me, did you really expect everyone would welcome you here after all your destruction?"

tvd meme ♔ nine scenes

(From @elena-gilbertrp )

🖤 — has your oc killed or seriously wounded anyone before? have they broken someone's heart and/or broken someone's trust? lmaoooooo the easier question would be who hasn't he killed or seriously wounded before. he's not a mindless killing machine, but he is a killing machine. he doesn't kill for no reason outside of the fun killing sprees he goes on with kol (bonding!). if he goes on sprees on his own, they're always purposeful, e.g. killing katherine's entire family as punishment for being a betrayer and a thief. if he kills humans, it's often while he's feeding. if he kills someone who didn't deserve it, it's probably because he was getting back at someone who crossed him. as for the second part, yeah. to both. he's a heartbreaker<3 and though he advertises himself as a man of his word, he phrases things in a way that allows him to do whatever he wants and technically keep his word. so nobody trusts him. and they're right not to. you can only trust this mans to make your life worse.

She woke up slowly, a creek in her neck and a blooming, insistent pain along the side of it. Her vision was blearily as she looked around at the ruins of the clearing. There was ash where fire had been last night, the moon replaced by the sun. It’s rays permeating through a thick cloud cover.

She waited until she felt steady, surprised at the lack of hunger, she felt human, not like the vampire she was supposed to wake up as.

Just a few feet away from her, Klaus lay dead. She stared at him for a long while, remembering his teeth in her throat, his hand in Jenna’s chest before he killed her. A part of her was scared he’d wake up.

The thought of Jenna made her breath hitch, and she looked around as she got up. She had to leave or she’d keel over from the pain.

But the farther she moved, the more destruction she saw. Greta, Jules, Jenna, everyone was dead. And still…..no one was there. Not Stefan or Damon or Caroline, which made her wonder what had happened. She dug into her pockets, grasping at her phone, but no one answered, even when she called over and over again.

      the silence after a devastating forest fire was as oppressive as the silence of this clearing. only with the difference that this clearing - apart from the smell of smoke still hanging in the air - was so much worse for elijah. it's where he had killed his brother. it's where he had done something as utterly despicable and nefarious as raising his hand against his family. no, not raising his hand against his family; it was so much worse. he murdered niklaus. he had done something even more horrible than mikael ever did.

      the abhorrent thing, however, was that it felt good at first, and he felt like he was bringing justice. eye for eye, tooth for tooth. niklaus had condemned their siblings to eternal suffering; left in the ocean and impossible to be found; gone from the earth's surface for eternity. it was the tip of the iceberg full of lies, betrayals, paranoia, and daggerings.

      in that moment, the only thing elijah felt was rage. blind, hot rage at niklaus. rage that had built for decades after he was made aware by him that he had dropped their siblings into the ocean. pent-up anger and rage at his powerlessness; of not being able to find and save their siblings.

      nothing could have changed his mind and nothing did, in fact, change the course elijah had set. not niklaus' pleas; not niklaus' promises that their siblings were safe and not in the ocean; not niklaus' promise of reuniting elijah with them. niklaus had begged for his life but elijah had refused. and in the end, he took his life. held his once-beating heart in his hand.

      it felt good.

      until the darkness settled in and regret deployed.

      like nuclear fallout after an explosion, it poisoned his thoughts and mind. the deed he has done at him.

      'now, i am become death, the destroyer of worlds' – nothing felt truer than this. if he was capable of descending something as vile as death upon his own family, then what will come next?

      if only he could undo what he has done. if only he could turn the time back.

      going back to the place where niklaus was still lying was terrible. it was elijah's fault. he did this. he was responsible for this. he killed their family. not only niklaus, he had also lost his siblings forever to the depths of the cold and dark ocean.

      despite the negativity, sadness, anger, and self-loathing swirling inside of him, he felt indescribably numb at the same time. nonetheless, he knew that he at least had to bury niklaus and secure his body. he couldn't just let him rot out there. and perhaps … perhaps if he had atoned for this act it will be possible to find a way to undo this.

      elijah gulped when he ordered the men he had brought with them to lay niklaus in the brought-along coffin. he couldn't-; didn't dare to touch him. he couldn't even look at his brother's lifeless frame. instead, his rigid blank stare was forced onto the ground which was darkened by ash and dried blood.

      ever since he realized what he had done, elijah was trapped in a strange tunnel vision; his mind and thoughts racing and swirling into a toxic mixture before they were swallowed into something like a black hole. it actually surprised him that he detected something outside of the mental prison where he was detained, but he did.

      a movement near the edge of the clearing only observed from the corner of his eye; a faintly recognizable scent. elijah's nose flared before he turned his head in the direction of the movement.

      within the next second, he was standing in front of a surprisingly alive elena gilbert. his cool eyes scanned over @elena-gilbertrp features until they got stuck on her torn-up neck. his hand reached forward and grabbed her by the neck, ignoring her injury.

She has walked to her death, she had let Klaus tear into her throat like the lamb she was and the wolf he was. She had done everything right, she didn’t run, she didn’t turn into a vampire, she listened to Elijah and his plan, and still, her aunt was dead. Her aunt was dead and Klaus had ripped her life away.

The weight of it seemed to hang over her shoulders, which were bowed, threatening to touch the earth she sat upon. The clearing had been lit by fire just last night. Now it was all ashes.

She sat there for a long time, wracked by sobs occasionally, pain that seemed to bubble up within her chest until it became unbearable and was ripped from her throat. She stopped eventually, reminding herself that she needed to be strong, before it happened again. She wasn’t sure how much time passed before she heard footsteps, and looked up to see Elijah, a few more people with him. He’d come to take Klaus’ body.

She looked away from him immediately. She was afraid that if she kept staring at him, she’d feel her fingers twitch. She wished she hadn’t handed over the dagger to him, she wished to sink it into his chest again and again until he felt her pain.

He probably already did feel that pain, she thought as she sneaked a glance at him, the way he was staring down at Klaus’ body.

She knew he was walking closer to her, so when @deceptivemorals reached her and did his fingers into her open wound, she wasn’t as surprised. She barely felt the pain, in fact, she was glad for the distraction it provided from the heaviness in her bones.

“I don’t know,” she muttered through clenched teeth, although she was sure he heard her, “I don’t know how I’m alive,” she could feel a lump forming in her throat, tears falling easily, “why I’m alive. But why isn’t Jenna?”

She got to her feet, pain blossoming in her chest, beneath her breastbone, “you promised me Elijah. You gave me your word that if I did what you said, you would protect the people I love,” maybe it was the sight of her aunts body that spurred her, but she didn’t care that he was an original in that moment. “Well, I did everything you asked me to, and you got what you wanted! You got your revenge, so why is my aunt dead?”

She was shaking - already it felt as if a strong gust of wind might make her collapse in on herself. And the anger, the anger was the only thing keeping her upright. “You said you were a man of your word and I believed you. And this is what I got for it.” Part of her wanted to move away from him, to put as much distance between them as possible, another part was relishing in the pain.

“So let’s keep this between us. Why involve half of Mystic Falls?”

@elena-gilbertrp

She knew, logically, that it was quite stupid of her to try and make Klaus agree to her agreement. But she had to try, enough people had suffered in her name.

It made sense, she thought, that he had killed to protect his family. He made her wonder sometimes, late at night, if she’d be like him if she unfortunately ever became a vampire. Not as strong but as ruthless. It wasn’t entirely unwarranted, given that his morals seemed to align with her own.

"Don't worry, the blood isn't mine."

content warning for themes of violence, gore, death,  horror and general dark themes as stated in title. obviously these can be used for any context but i figured i’d provide some content for spooky season. ♡

ANTAGONIST 

“  did you really think you could hide from me?  ”

“  no one is coming to save you.  ”

“  now,  i’m gonna have to kill you.  but i won’t let it hurt.  i promise you that much.  ”

“  what?  crying already?  ”

“  keep your goddamn mouth shut!  ”

“  oh,  don’t look at me like that.  surely you’re used to being hurt by now.  i always pick the damaged ones.  ”

“  damn—  you’re a really fucking fast runner you know that?  ”

“  it’s so cute that you think you’re going to survive.  ”

“  you can scream all you want.  no one will hear you.  ”

“  i’ve been planning this for so long.  ”

“  oh yes,  i remember now.  i had so much fun killing that one.  ”

“  i really wish you hadn’t said that...  ” 

“  well shit.  i didn’t want you to see this—  blood really isn’t my color.  ”

“  i’m warning you to walk away now.  forget you saw this.  ”

“  if i see you again,  i’ll take your eyes.  ”

“  don’t give up now,  i’m just getting started.  ”

“  i was hoping you’d put up a fight.  ”

“  stop squirming— it will hurt less.  ”

“  you’re not getting out of this.  ”

“  i’m afraid it has to be this way.  ”

“  it was always going to end like this.  just accept your fate.  ”

“  i really don’t like having to do this.  please don’t make it harder.  ”

“  just let go,  feel the life draining away. it’ll be peaceful.  ”

“  shh it’ll all be over soon.  ”

“  oh,  you’re going to be a fun one to take apart.  ”

[ INTIMIDATE ]  for one muse to use gentleness in a threatening manner  (  stroking their face or hair etc  ). 

[  CRUEL ]  for one muse to threaten the other by putting a hand around their throat without fully choking them. 

[ TRAPPED ]  for one muse to wake up bound to chair. 

[ GROUP ] for both our muses to wake up,  bound and about to be tortured. 

[ KNIFE ] for one muse to stab the other.

[ BULLET ] for one muse to shoot the other. 

[ CRACK ] for one muse to break the other’s bone  (  feel free to specify location  ). 

[ BRUISE ] for one muse to punch the other.  

[ CAUGHT ] for one muse to discover the other in the act of killing someone. 

[ LATE ] for one muse to discover the other after they just killed someone. 

[ QUIET ] for one muse to menacingly put a finger over their mouth to indicate the other to hush. 

[ WHISPER ] for one muse to put their finger over the others mouth while intimidating them.

TARGET/WITNESS

“  why are you doing this to me?  ”

“  what the fuck do you want from me?!  ”

“  i swear to god i’ll shoot!  ”

“  what the fuck is wrong with you?  ”

“  i’ll do whatever you want,  it doesn’t have to be like this.  ”

“  why are you like this?  what happened to you?  ”

“  please—  help me—  ”

“  i think i’m dying—  fuck i’m gonna die…  ”

“  i can’t keep running.  ”

“  please, stop—  ”  

“  go to hell you fucking bastard!  ”

“  i won’t cry for you.  ”

“  hurt me all you want,  i won’t let you break me.  ”

“  go fuck yourself.  ”

“  oh,  i don’t think you’re misunderstood.  i just think you’re a little bitch who only gets off when they’re hurting people.  ”

“  newsflash asshole,  we’re all fucked up.  you don’t see me going around killing anyone over it.  ”

“  what did you do? what the hell did you just do?  ”

“  you said you wouldn’t do this anymore.  ”

“  enough! just.  stop.  ”

“  okay,  you’re really starting to freak me out this isn’t funny anymore.  ”

“  just leave me alone! ” 

“  we have to keep running—  ”

“  get the fuck outta here,  it’s not safe!  ”

“  we can’t hide here forever.  ”

“  who’s after you?  ”

“  don’t leave me here!  ”

[ DEFEND ] for one muse to fight back against the other. 

[ LOGIC ] for one muse to try and reason with an antagonist. 

[ FLEE ] for one muse to witness the other do something violent and immediately run away. 

[ LIVE ] for one muse to be injured by an antagonist and barely survive. 

[ HELP ] for one muse to stumble upon the other after getting attacked. 

[ SURVIVE ] for one muse to have to leave the other behind to run from an antagonist. 

[ GRIEF ] for one muse to watch the other get hurt/killed. 

[ PURSUIT ] for one muse to chase the other. 

[ SURPRISE ] for one muse to grab the other from behind,  hand over their mouth but with the intent to help them hide. 

[ COLLIDE ] for one muse to run into the other’s arms after fleeing from an attacker. 

[ AID ] for one muse to find the other in shock,  hiding from something or someone.