#fangbangs

Her head throbs. A steady pulse of pain in her temples from being struck in the head an uncertain amount of time ago, and when she tries to stand from the chair she notices she’s been sitting on, there’s something sturdy wrapped around her wrists, keeping her in place. She remembers a figure, a woman, a name that sounds familiar in a distant memory, and darkness. Worst of all, she can’t find her magic -- there’s nothing she can siphon power from as long as its out of reach, and her hands shake. Lizzie feels unsteady and nauseated, but she’s not sure it has anything to do with the mild head trauma. 

DAMON AND ALI SALVATORE - @fangbangs

It’s not the quiet night she anticipated, though a little partying left no true mark of burden on our starlet. Tastes cheap, that liquor easily gliding down a long, hungry throat. She’s beauty, and she’s grace, but she will set fire to your face. Small stature and wide eyes will confuse her enemies, proud of her unassuming nature, though she clearly makes up for it with that big, fucking mouth of hers. Never could be a fake, and we could wager she’s in the wrong line of work --but when the cameras are rolling, it’s an entirely different story. She sees him, even dares a stare above the rim of her glass. Watches her elder flirt with him like a relentless school girl, yet knows she’s much more capable of satisfying such a rare breed of man. Fiona’s time has passed, but she’ll make nice for the evening-- after all, the old twat did voice a truce.

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The blonde vampire was sitting down on the couch, one of Stefan’s books in her lap and a glass of wine in her hand when she had smelt the blood first before her mother came in, covered in blood. When she had asked, her mother just shrugged her shoulders, saying it was nothing, before stating something about new hunters. 

“Why were you near hunters? Did you do something to piss them off? Wait---it is you, after all.” Ali sighed, as her mother poured herself a drink and sat down beside her. Assuming this is going to be even a longer night, the blonde closed her book and put it on the coffee table where her mother’s feet are. 

“They think that they know everything, but clearly don’t.” Ali drawled, highly amused by her mother’s insults about the new hunter’s combat skills. She stared at her mother’s bloody shirt, and thought, I wonder if the hunter survived after ruining her mother’s shirt, her train of thought was interrupted when her thought was answered and then her mother had asked her about her night. 

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