#empathet

alicia’s hands were hot and sticky from the blood. the ichor substance ruined her shirt as if a bucket of the liquid was thrown towards her stomach. her hand held her machete as tight as it could with blood covering it as she made sure there was nothing hiding upstairs. the owners of the house held empty, horrified stares as their bodies laid flat on the first floor. 

the upstairs seemed clear as there was just one room left to check. alicia leaned her blade on the door to open it and found the room visibly pink from the moonlight. a lone crib stood at the center and alicia nearly dropped the weapon in her hand. 

a baby, not much older than three or four months, looked at alicia with air-dried tears. the huntress dropped her blade and scooped the baby in her arms. it’s been so long since she’s seen a baby, let alone hold one. she let a few moments pass with her eyes closed before she called out to her partner. 

‘ elena! ‘ 

❛       I       would       be       LYING       if       I       said       I       was       not       𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝       .          I       cannot       recall       a       human       having       successfully       put       a       dagger       in       an       original's       chest       .       ❜                  head       cants       as       piercing       𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗       hues       observe       with       minor       fascination       .

he was tired of damon being so extra

‘did stefan eat him’ i’m dying

Claire’s gaze lifted from the class schedule sealed to the inside of her binder with a couple pieces of clear packing tape, the Home Ec teacher’s introduction to that day’s activities slipping abruptly from her attempts at attention like water through a sieve.  Thankfully, she did remember her station, notable due to its location directly below the room’s fire alarm.  As for her partner...

          ❛ For life be, after all, only a waiting for something else than what we're doing, and death be all that we can rightly depend on. ❜