#macabre:open

Slipping through the crack, a painful reminder of who he had been before tortured by the memories he received as dreams only to be unaware of everything he had been. It was a cruel punishment; one instant he’d been feeding and the next something snapped, having him recall several violent acts from his former life that only had him begging the person before him to leave.

The thirst was the part that annoyed Kai the most in being some kind of vampire. He didn’t care enough about people to let them live, and that’s how that night, he ended up wiping the blood of his mouth with the sleeve of his jacket, looking down at the body he let fell on the ground. “I would say I’m sorry, but I’m not.” The heretic stated, as he sighed deeply, feeling like someone was nearby. “Are we playing hide and seek? You could’ve warned me.”

the world around her had grown hazy and dream-like, leaving only a sense of moving through a bubble where she couldn’t tell what was real and what wasn’t. her body felt numb, the uneven cobblestone beneath her feet felt like marble and the sun that pounded down on her was barely barely enough to warm up the cold she felt. her own blood had now stopped dripping from her hair and had started to dry on her skin, but the wounds were nothing compared to the hole in her chest. no. she’d said no to the love of her life, said no to getting back what she’d died for-- she’d said no, and it felt as though it had been worst than saying yes. 

“There was times I just had to look at someone to have them to do something for me.” The vampire sighed, as she looked at her nails. “And here we are now, and people aren’t the same as before, and ask me to do things for them. Twenty-first century really suck in that way.” She vented as she looked up to the other. “So, what can I do for you, sugar?”

“well, well, well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes” said Damon while looking at you from the back “and what exactly are you doing here in the front door of my humble apartment?” he chuckled as he had no response from the person standing in front of him “you should be glad I’m a human being who respects life and not a vampire so I don’t have the strenght to rip you head off anymore” he said sarcastically as he took off his keyes from his pocket

“Feels like I’m back in high school,” Elena muttered, pouring some more champagne in her flute. “I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. Most likely bad.”

“This is the fanciest party I’ve ever been to and everyone looks sort of stressed out. Did I miss something? Am I imagining it?”