#a; threads

@leftinlavender

The Mikaelson mansion. How long had it been since he had spent time here by himself? When alone, it was pretty boring. Asher was walking through the many hallways, his head sometimes turning to look into the rooms that almost seemed too clean to have been occupied by any living – or not – being. His vigilance was almost broken when he felt another presence nearby; a vampire he wasn’t familiar with. It could be many people in this place, but it didn’t mean it couldn’t also be undesirable visitors. He kept walking, searching for the vampire in question, and it wasn’t long until he found the mysterious stranger. When she stepped out of the room, Asher bumped into her. “Well, seems like there’s an intruder here… Or maybe you’re the new nanny? I’ve never seen you before.”

Ashed didn’t really want to pay a visit to the Mikaelson. In fact, the less he heard about the new baby and the last antics of the Originals, the better. But, he knew that he had to at least pay a visit to Klaus. After all, he had disappeared to Vegas without even telling him! His friend – and sire – at least deserved this.

He parked the flamboyant 1978 Trans Am Firebird in front of the mansion, and got out of his newly acquired car, another ‘gift’ he made to himself while in Las Vegas. Turning off his humanity had been beneficial for him – or at least in his view. He felt great, and free. He could do whatever he wanted without caring about the consequences, which was an amazing thing.

He walked inside the mansion, as he always did, although he was probably not expected here now. As he took a few steps into the hallway, he recognized a familiar figure and looked away, searching for a quick escape. He quickly stopped and frowned, turning to face the brunette. He didn’t have to hide, after all. She knew that he was gone, and he owed her nothing. “Hey babe.” He said in a husky voice, a smirk plastering his lips. “Long time no see.”

He grinned when he read her last text. He had a feeling that this evening would be interesting. He lit the cigarette stuck between his lips and took a long drag, rereading the very short conversation. She was probably not angry, and even if she was, he would simply pretend to listen, or tell her to shut up. He walked to the fridge and grabbed a beer. After opening it, he took a long sip, and returned in the living room to wait. He wondered where she was, and if it would take her long. He was not very patient, especially since he had turned off his humanity. Right now, he didn’t feel his love for Hayley. He was simply curious to see what would happen. 

He took another sip of beer and looked at his phone again, the time on his phone had not changed. Asher sighed and leaned on the couch, taking another drag of his cigarette and drinking his beer. He wondered how she would react when she would learn the truth.A smile grew on his face, large and mischievous, and he was tempted to text her to see if she was coming soon.

Asher had taken a nap, which had turned out very badly. With everything going on in his life right now with Hayley – although he still wasn’t sure if he could call what they had a relationship – his nights were short, and he didn’t sleep very well. The nightmares of Kathryn and that terrible night when he found her dead happened almost every night now, and he had hoped that for once, he could sleep peacefully. But God, was he wrong. He woke up sweating and terrified again, shaken by the horrifying memories of the blood staining the bathroom and his wife dead, lying on the floor. The only reason why he kept dreaming about it could only be that it was all his fault. After more than one hour staring at his wedding picture – carefully hidden inside the last drawer of his dresser – he decided to leave his house, incapable of standing the perpetual silence of the place. He had to go somewhere noisy, to distract himself. He headed to the Grill, and sat in a corner, where nobody would bother him. He drank in silence, emptying glass after glass without noticing that his phone was vibrating in his pocket. When he finally stood up to leave, he felt dizzy, and staggered to the exit door.

He chose to drive home, which could have been a terrible decision, but ended up being a very good one – or at least for him. On his way to his place, Asher found an innocent hitchhiker waiting on the side of the road, who apparently didn’t seem to mind too much that the driver of the pick-up truck was completely wasted. They chatted for a couple of minutes until he finally stopped the car. For one very rare time, Asher compelled the girl to stay quiet, and bit her. He couldn’t even remember the last time he had bitten someone. He fed on pouches of blood, most of the time, and the taste was so much better. So much that he never noticed the girl weakening when he drained her to her last drop. Panicked, he threw the body in the back of the truck and drove to his place erratically. When he finally achieved to open the door, struggling with the key during a few minutes, he was drunk and covered in blood.

And then he noticed Hayley. “What the fuck are you doing here?” He asked, rubbing his bloodstained hand in his hair. “D’you miss me?” His speech was slurred, and he couldn’t walk straight, looking completely ridiculous. “I need a drink.” He added, more for himself than for her, heading to the minibar.

ASHER: Where are you?