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❣ - An unpopular opinion I have

Okay, unpopular opinion. Let me think. I don't really know one that is related with TVD. Maybe that the whole 'let's celebrate katherine is dying yay!' party gives me killer instincts. Even when I usually love all the characters that are in there. But, whatever. I don't even know if that's unpopular or popular.

  Carving knife went through like butter, delicate and with perfect precision, Katherine butterflied the male open on the table. Normally she wasn’t necessarily the type to get so gory with her kills, but she was starting to revel in it. Get a thrill from it. She blamed Damon, who was on the opposing side of the table, she could smell unadulterated lust, thick and viscous in the air between them. At the moment Katherine could focus on nothing but their freshest kill. She indulged herself, reaching into the chasm of his chest, breaking the ribs away in a scattering of bone fragment and indulging herself in the rich and vibrant taste of blood from a still beating heart. Her eyes rolled back slightly from the succulent burst of flavor, shivering in ecstasy as it traipsed past her lips until she’d drained it dry and discarded it with ease.  

    “Fuck.” She hissed, licking her lips and reaching across the table to tug Damon’s mouth ruthlessly hard down to hers to spread the coppery taste to his mouth, her arms elbow deep in scarlet. “Try some Damon.” She giggled, the sound reflecting into a twisted noise around the deserted warehouse they were currently at.

  They’d been doing this for a while. Killing. Slaughter. It seemed to be the only way she and Damon could bond, by accessing their true nature, and preying on the innocent. Their assignments were precise, though never simple, and originally she'd loathed the idea of working with her ex-flame. Now however, she'd found there were advantages. They knew each other, worked well as a team even if they were at one another's throats a majority of the time. Once they were fueled by instinct alone things ran more smoothly. They took what they wanted and left nothing behind. This was their fifth kill together, and Katherine was quickly growing addicted, faster than Damon was. She just wanted more, was never satiated, it was never enough. 

17: How did you first get introduced to tumblr?

Well, originally I began with a personal and just reblogged random things that I thought were funny. But then, I found the fandom side of tumblr. And let me tell you, it was the best and worst discovery that I have ever made. Soon afterwards, I began neglecting my personal for RPGs, and then i quit those, and began Independent Role-play. ;3 

18: How much faith do you have in tarot card readings?

Um, I've never actually had one myself, though I would like to because I'm interested in horoscopes/personality tests and like measures. (Can you tell I'm a psychology student yet, or?) But i don't think they can predict everything totally accurately. 

24: List five things you’ll do everyday without fail

Check my phone

Check tumblr

Listen to music

Look at Ian Somerhalder (shh me and him are my phone wallpaper)

Fangirl about something fandom-related

            [ A small cursory mark was made from neck to shoulder, deepening as it went, blood pooling in thin streaks. And all he could do was watch, helplessly, as the torture progressed. The vampire before him was covered in crimson marks, till it was hard to tell where blood ended and skin began. ] 

                       "Stop, just stop." He'd been shouting for hours now, his voice breaking with every word. His frame curled forward in desperation, pulling at his bonds till his wrists were chafed raw. 

         [ What worried him more was the fact that Damon hadn't yelled, other than the occasional grunt as the knife struck bone, as if he was completely unfazed by the whole experience, his blue eyes a careful blank as he gazed ahead. 

                         He wasn't sure sure which was worse. ] 

          "It's really useless to mark him," he murmured. "He'll heal.... and I won't. Far more effective that way, don't you think?" 

               { The muscles in his jaw were taut, every inch of his body lathered in a sanguine crimson, seeping through the tattered cotton of his shirt, the dark denim of his jeans plastered to his leg by his own blood. Pain flared through him, scorching his veins as he braced himself for lash after lash, his lacterated flesh being hapharzardly jabbed and prodded at with the knife in his perpertrator's hand, even with the occasional knick of blade against bone as he tugged fruitlessly on his restraints.

          He'd lost track of time completely, the searing pain made it impossible for him to think about anything else; all he could feel was a burning need to end this and get his human companion out of here. He should've never had to witness such a thing. }