#tvdfelijah

Lucy was lying in her bed after the competition. The whole day had been exhausting, and although she didn’t win, she’d had a better time anyways, even though she had slipped up with her bloodlust, she’d gotten something else. Something she’d been wanting for a while. 

Lying in her pyjamas, Lucy heard a sharp knock on her bedroom door. “Come in!” she called, still smirking as she recalled the night.

“Dad do you seriously have to scare everyone that comes here or looks at me?” Lucy sighed, holding her glass of champagne in her hand, hoping her father wouldn’t care about the alcohol, but she had a feeling he would. He knew her habits of drinking and losing her control. 

Lucy was lying on her bed, recovering from the trauma her body had gone through, a blood bag in her hand as she idly sat and drank, her cheeks tear stained. She heard a knock on her bedroom door, but didn’t want to answer it. “Please, just leave me alone,” she said, her voice breaking.

“If you would just give my fathers locations, that would be much appreciated. I need to talk to him. It’s urgent and I don’t want to get into details...”

After nearly getting burned to death by the sun’s rays this morning, Kol had spent the past 13 hours pacing Bonnie’s home. He already tried to kill her multiples times, all while trying no to kill her at the same time. It was an intense internal struggle, one that he wanted everyone to pay for making him feel. The moment the sunset, and nightfall welcomed itself, Kol set out to destroy anything and everything, but first he thought he’d pay a visit for his always calm, and rational brother. Simply because he was not at all feeling those things. “Elijah!” He shouted, kicked through the doors.

“Looks like we’re actually back, brother. It doesn’t feel like it just yet. There’s no brother standing over a casket ready for us.” He pouted. “I was expecting a welcome back party. Coffins, chains,, daggers, the whole shabang.” 

You really like torturing me, don’t you?

Mikaelson: Klaus and Elijah Mikaelson. Makes me wish I had a brother, in a weird sort of ‘I will always want to kill you’ type of way.

Salvatore: Esther and Blair. They are my angels. I will always love them.

Lockwood: Mackenzie and Lily. Would it be creepy if I admitted that I’ve imagined both of them in my bed… At the same time? For an add bonus, throw in Nivaya. Now that’s what I call a party.

Gilbert: Grayson and Jacob. Who do you think would win in a fight? I’m kidding of course… Or am I?

Guerrea: Carmen and Natalia will always have an open invitation to my bed, or desk, or kitchen counter. You get my point.

Saltzman: Alaric and Isobel. Is it just me, or anyone else shocked that daddy Saltzman hasn’t killed Damon yet?

Donovan: Matt and Matt. He’s a survivor. Enough said. He might be my hero.