#ryanthesinner

She had spotted him from the other side of the room, almost as soon as he walked in. Kennedy had tried so hard not to stare, but all it took was a glance and her eyes practically followed him like a sad puppy as he glided through the room. So much so that her friend and cousin Peggy noticed and tapped her arm with a fan, startling Kennedy. “His name is Ryan Sinner,” she nodded towards him as the pair danced with their partners. “Henry and he are in the same battalion...if you would like us to orchestrate a meeting.” Kennedy looked over at Henry, Peggy’s fiancé, and immediately he grinned, a plan already seemingly in motion. ❝ I would like to make his acquaintance... ❞ Kennedy could tell just from the couple of glances she’d stolen that he was pretty popular, every man in the room seemed to greet him as he made his round about the room, and she was sure she wasn’t the only woman that was watching him. She’d never been so nervous to just meet anyone, let alone a man; in her experience, men were easily distracted with her looks rather than her brain.

Henry and Peggy hopped out of the dance while Kennedy continued dancing with her partner, though he was a bit dull to converse with. By the time the room finished dancing and began applauding the musicians, the young girl smoothed out her pale blue gown and sighed. She’d lost sight of them midway through the dance. She felt a light hand cup her shoulder, and she turned around slowly with the polite, but radiant smile expertly aimed at her friend rather than the handsome man before her. She didn’t want to appear too eager. 

❝ Mr. Ryan Sinner, may I present to you my cousin and dearest friend, Miss Kennedy Salvatore, ❞ Peggy introduced, to which Kennedy curtsied. ❝ It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Sinner. ❞

The night had been far from lacking to say the least. Elena had lost count of just how many surfaces they had managed to have sex on throughout the day. It had been one hell of an apology and Elena was still tender, thighs a jello like consistency anytime she tried to move.

It was  the middle of the night when she woke, the brunette sitting up and glancing over to see a naked Ryan peacefully asleep beside her. She knew she wouldn't be able to get back to sleep very easily and somehow, inspiration had struck. It always seemed to happened at the oddest of moments, but considering she’d been struggling to write lately, she was pulling herself from the bed and tugging Ryan’s shirt through her arms while making her way out to the kitchen. As she grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, she took a seat at the island and pulled her hair into a messy bun. Pen and paper in hand, she started drafting out some ideas that she had for the continuation of the novel. 

“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?” Sophie asked, grinning at the vampire. It had been a while since she had seen him, and her heart tugged a little when her eyes caught sight of him. 

Okay, so this was going to be a good birthday. 

She had run away from home. That she remembered. She had run out of her house in the middle of the night, her heart broken with the knowledge her mommy and daddy would never make her wish to be loved come true. But she’d had some hope inside her that she could find somewhere else where her wish could come true.

And then the memories got fuzzy. She had been alone wandering the streets when a man had appeared and grabbed her and bit her. It had happened so fast and she remembered it hurting and feeling dizzy but then she couldn’t remember anything more. She’d woken up alone in an alleyway and her neck hadn’t hurt anymore so had it even happened? She didn’t know. She had wondered if she had fallen asleep and had a bad dream that just felt super real but she didn’t remember ever going to sleep in an alleyway…

She had started wandering again, soon starting to feel so thirsty but even drinking the rain that had started falling hadn’t helped. She had been wandering outside in confusion knowing she had to find a place where her wish could come true but feeling to thirsty to focus on where to go to find it.

And then a woman had found her, asking her if she was okay and Hazel had been so upset she had told her everything, how she had run away and how she thought a man had bitten her but she couldn’t remember if it had happened or just been a dream because she’d woken up alone not hurting but so thirsty that it hurt and then the woman had said she would take her somewhere safe.

She stayed waiting on the couch, squirming, the thirsty feeling was so strong it was making her dizzy. Along with the thirsty feeling she was growing frightened her mom and dad might be called, she didn’t want to go back home, they would not love her, she had to find a new home… one where her wish could come true.

Why am I so thirsty? It hurts… It hurts… She thought, squirming around in pain on the couch. She hoped the woman would bring her something to make the painful thirsty feeling go away.

Elena was getting used to being out on her own again. Each time she did, her anxiety lessened. She was no longer thinking about what danger may be just around the corner. No where near as much at least. It seemed as if living that kind of life was now behind her. She felt...safe. Something she couldn’t say a few months ago. In fact, it may have been years since she actually felt that way. 

She’d been gone several hours now and so far, she’d really only managed to buy lingerie. Perhaps she was a bit too excited about their secret little room finally being done. So she had managed to buy some actual clothes, as well as a new perfume, but the day was winding down and Elena wanted nothing more than to go home. She had just about been ready to go home before the unexpected happened and her compassion for others kicked in. 

“Ryan??” She calls, carefully stepping into their home as she held the hand of a little boy who seemed far too timid for his own good. “Just a minute, okay? You don’t have to be afraid here.” He was so shy and so lost. Perhaps it hadn’t of been the best idea, but Elena knew that she couldn’t have just left him. 

☠  @bonniexisms || @ryan-the-sinner  ☠

      The three of them had been home from the trip to Italy for about a week, but there was something in the raven’s gut that told him something was wrong.  He was about to go check on Ryan and Bonnie and say that Stefan and Elena said hi, when he saw the two of them in the parlor.  Bonnie practically looked like she was dead.  Her eyes were rolled back, she wasn’t moving.  Ryan looked like he saw a ghost.  The word Amanda repeatedly falling from Bonnie’s lips singled that everything was not okay, but he wasn’t so sure which of the two he felt more worried for.   Walking in completely he rested a hand on Ryan’s shoulder, nodding his head.  “You okay? What’s happening here?  I don’t think I have seen either of you like this.”  Before he could get any further details, he noticed blood starting to drip from the witches nose, and he was by her side instantly. He rested his hand on her shoulders, and tried to shake her out of whatever she was going through.  “bonnie, Bonnie come back to me.”