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Kai had been sent to his own personal hell, and you were aggravated to uncover that, almost as you had been when you had been tricked into thinking that your brother had killed him. It was impossible not to mope around the house, ignoring any word that your siblings had to say to you; they knew that you and the sociopath had been close, but just not as close as they had expected. And this, the world now without him was your personal hell. If you could go back and reverse the cruelty that had been done you would, however Kai had already dug his own grace when he killed his sister. The wedding had been a massacre, in his rage he had even snapped your own neck, and when you had came to all you saw was his head flying off from his shoulders.

But it had all been a hoax, a trick to calm the people and deceive them into believing that he was no longer alive. You weren’t going to give up, and thus you continued looking through the grimoire that you had taken from the Parker residence in Portland, searching for any way to extract someone from a prison world. As you looked upon the aged pages, your lids felt heavy and your stomach began to rumble, strange. Perhaps it was lack of hope since there was nothing that you could find that devised a ploy of rescuing someone from such sentenced lengths; you felt helpless, depressed from losing the one thing that you had learned to love through the almost two centuries of which you had been alive. Or perhaps it was something else, you thought as you felt a stab from within your stomach drive you insane.

Against your better judgement, you rose to your feet, being a little wobbly as you began to walk through the house until you came to the locked away refrigerators that housed the blood that had been passed from hospital to immortal hand. It was the only source of food that your body craved, and it appeared as though it were starving for a developed taste of the substance; for it to moisten your tongue, to slink down your throat and overall exonerate any hunger that pardoned it’s interior. And thus you grabbed a bag and sunk your fangs messily into the plastic, drawing out the liquid gold within, but one was simply not enough, not in the slightest. You became lost with how many you had drained, slumping yourself upon the concrete floor and your back against the container as you held your stomach that finally appealed some kind of satisfaction.

One thing you had not anticipated was for anyone to see you in this carnivorous state, but frankly you had no choice in the matter as the door was peeled open and one of your brothers glanced down at you with wide eyes. They all knew that you were in mourning, and anyone else would assume that this devised appetite was a symptom, but Stefan could tell there was something else burdening you. He walked closer and ducked his head over so that he could peer into the cold basin; it was empty, void of any more supplies that him or Damon may possibly need to control their own urges. “What is taking you so long brother, I thought you wanted to grab a snack for the road and go?” Damon spoke before the latter could, he was slowly getting better with people, all things considered what with Elena in a long term sleep that would not be broken until Bonnie deadly hit the hay.

“There’s none left.” He stated, almost scared of what force had conjured you into doing so and leaving them scarce for resources, but Damon tutted, walking in but instantaneously halting his steps when he was met with the sight of you. “Y/n… why did you eat it all?” It was the question that all in the room were wondering, including yourself but you could amount to no conclusion and simply shrugged your shoulders, wiping your blood stained lips with the back of your hand. His blue orbs squinted at you, aware that this was very out of character for you, and as he thought long and hard, he sighed, coming to what he thought the problematic answer to be. “Is this about Kai? If it is you should know that we had to-“ Within an instant, you had used your enhanced speed to your advantage, and despite the oncoming dizzy spell that was clouding your senses, you pinned your eldest brother against the wall, hand reaped onto the chest of his heart, it looking as though you were threatening to rip his heart out as he had metaphorically and poetically done to you.

“It’s not about Kai, and don’t you dare say his name, not after what you did!” You seethed, your brother no doubt thinking of how he flawlessly removed the heretic’s head from his eloped shoulders rather than his future imprisonment. “It’s about this rousing feeling that is tugging at my gut, I feel immobile to speed around, it’s taking all of my energy to hold you here, and with no surprise I am still hungry. So go and bring me back a nice human steak for me to chomp on, or I’ll choose to go out hunting on my own, ripper style. Stefan knows what I’m talking about.” Your words were practically growled out from the tight seal of your lips, Stefan's eyes were widened from the venom that left them, amazed that you so much as dared speak to your brother in such a way. After all the years of his various wrong doings, you had never exploded in a rage like you were in the moment, you kept your emotions contained as you saw it as Damon being misguided and lost, and he realised that was probably how you must have been feeling right now.

"I'm calling Bonnie." Damon stated, a line invading the centre of your face as you stiffly frowned towards him, crossing your arms and banging the back of your head against one of the brick walls. "Don't give me the look that you used to when you wanted to throw a ball around with us and father wouldn't let you; this, you right now, need tending to. Something is wrong and I am not going to leave you, you'll be miserable either way as I see it so suck it up little sis. Now I have a witch to bother, and it may take some convincing because she is already pissed off at me. So you are very welcome for my help." He walked out of the room, retrieving his phone out of pocket as he headed out of the house to the garden, calling Bonnie's number. It was amazing that she even picked up, considering her current mood with him. "Hey Bon Bon. How are you? Good I hope. Anyways I was wondering that you could do me a favour, and before you say no, it's not in regards to you." A huff fell through the line, before the rant from the Bennet witch began.

"Is this about how you brought Kai back? Because if so, I am out. I want nothing to do with that psychopath, and you need to let your siblings know of your stunt, otherwise if he appears I fear that y/n will have a mental breakdown and that Stefan will kill you. If you'd like I could help with that, see to it that you don't have the opportunity to pull some stupid act again." He could already imagine how Bonnie was expressing her irritancy, Enzo would no doubt be worried; her hand would be exposing a white grip around her phone and she would be profusely pacing, no doubt wearing a dent in the ground.

"Y/n's already kind of having a mental breakdown without knowing about Kai's return. So I need you to do your witchy woo crap and find out what the hell is wrong with her, and before you say it's because she's a Salvatore, vampires aren't supposed to walk all zig zaggy and struggle to stand, not to mention she drained our entire freezer of blood and we only had it restocked at 5am this morning. And then she threatened me a bit when I so much as mentioned her heretic fanboy. So could you please get here ASAP and make sure she isn't going to suddenly die on me?" Damon gave Bonnie a minute to answer, and when she said nothing he took her silence as compliance to the favour that he was asking for. "Thankyou."

“She’s pregnant…” Bonnie’s face was filled with shock as was your own, the mouths of your brothers hung open as they acknowledged the fact that had been dismissed into the air. It hardly appeared as though that was possible, a vampire being impregnated, you were supposed to be dead and unable to obtain any sense of procreation unless that meant turning somebody into a vampire, but that wasn’t the same. The witch’s expression distorted into a frown as many things ran through her mind, her focus searching for any answer that could explain this unnatural miracle. You licked your lips as you worried for what she was next to ask, it was obvious what it was to be, and it seemed that she was the only one that could question it as every one else in the room had lost any sense of speech. “Wait… who is the father?” Gulping, you swallowed down the truth that only you knew, aware of how they would all react to the exposure of who the father was.

For the first time, it made you relieved that Kai was in some prison world, but simultaneously that made him a sitting duck to any advances that your family may have tried to pull on him. "Tell me how to get Kai out of the prison world and I'll tell you." It was an offer that all were displeased with, Bonnie more than the others considering that she thought that you deserved to know. "Oh come on, don't give me those looks, of course I knew. My hearing has gotten so much better, maybe because of this child inside of me, or because I simply miss him. It's a fair trade, so come on, fess up and I'll let you in on my little secret." You raised your brow at the three musketeers that were watching you, however Stefan's gaze shifted behind you as an applause from said location began to emit. It made you nervous as to who that would be, and so you turned in where you sat, seeing no other than Kai Parker taking up residency in threshold to the room. "Malachai." Damon's next disgruntled and unimpressed sound drew the attention of Stefan, who was more than cautious about his involvement.

"Damon, what did you do?" There was a mixture of underlying anger and fear in his voice; he wouldn't have freed him from his imprisonment for no reason, and it was his intention to uncover why he had done so. Laughter peaked from Kai which had a smile breaking out upon the heretic's face as he walked into the room, Bonnie was sneering at him, more so as he began to walk closer to you, and you did not mind his proceed to do so at all. Damon gulped down his shame, lowering his head. "We have to kill the sirens somehow." It was another selfish thing that he had commended, they had made him suffer and so he planned to do the same with an experienced sociopath by his side. "Though you're timing was rather interesting," Damon spoke, his words spilling through his bared teeth, "stay away from my sister, she doesn't need your congratulations."

"Oh don't be so sour Demon, and I think as the father I should get some credit. I mean, she wasn't able to procreate by herself. Must have been before I turned now I think about it, I think I probably siphoned out the magic of her vampirism, and well from there you can picture it though I recommend you don't do that, it'd be weird, you're her brothers...and Bonnie. Does this mean you'll be our midwife Bon Bon, I mean as long as you don't try and kill them behind my back like you did to me then we should be all good. And come on Steven don't give me that look, with how much time we spent together you couldn't have thought we were just friends." Your eyes widened, unsurprised by the confidence that Kai emitted but more surprised by the excitement that he poised on the matter.

"You seriously fucked him y/n?!" Damon half yelled, to which you nodded feeling not shamed in the slightest from having done so. "You seriously let this little weasel put his hands on you? And you let him put it in you? Jesus, I need a drink, more than the amount of which you drained earlier. Ugh, this is disgusting, never thought you'd be this psycho's fuck buddy, that is just- thinking about it makes me want to throw up. Bonnie do you have anything that will make me deaf because I don't want to hear anymore?" However this is what Damon got when he exploited the ability of Bonnie Bennet; things always went to shit but nothing before had ever gone this wrong.

"May I just say my 'little weasel' didn't go inside of her because of some arrangement, we were dating, I'd like to think we still are despite my absence which is not my fault, also I am a sociopath, and if you want me to help with that I can slap your head right from your neck if you'd like, it's a say so like you scratch my back and I'll scratch yours." Damon picked up a glass and threw it at the heretic, though he managed to catch it and drop it carelessly to the ground. "Now that wasn't very nice."

"Neither are you." Bonnie stated, causing you to sigh. You rested your hand on Kai's thigh as you rolled your eyes at the erupting drama around you; it was as though Elena was still awake. "Can you all shut up for one second? Everything is out in the open now, so just piss off or something so I can speak to the father of my child in private and if not we'll go elsewhere." Damon stood strong, but Stefan subtly nodded towards you, grabbing your fuming brother, Bonnie following after one last look of disgust towards your partner. "So... this was kind of unexpected, though you had rather great timing, otherwise I'd be getting grilled all night and day until I let it slip that it was you." You puckered your lips together to fill the silence, Kai ran his thumb over your bottom lip, moving closer so that he could tug on it with his teeth.

"Does this mean that you'll call me daddy more often?" A whack to his arm caused the heretic to snicker, however he pulled you into his body, pressing a warm kiss to the top of your head. "Joking, well not really. But know that I'll be here for you and our little Gemini babies, that's why I came here, I could feel them, it was as though they were calling out to me. It's quite crazy, I could feel them when I was a world apart too, they actually made me stronger, and I had a plan to escape up until your brother released me and ruined my elaborate scheme." A smile fell onto your face, Kai's arm was snug around you as the heat of the fire warmed your bodies, you pressed a kiss to the underside of your jaw. You were content to stay like this until you filtered through his previous words. Gemini babies, them. Shit this was going to be a long ride.

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Stefan could not help but allow his eyes to linger on the exposed skin of your thighs, they were practically begging for the attention, although seemingly you weren’t. You were stood with your friends, red solo cup in hand as you laughed at something Elena had said, spilling a little of the liquor that ran down your body and onto your legs, only making Stefan grow more desperate. He usually tried to be more collected with his lust when other people were around, but the control was no longer in his hands, your arm was as he dragged you away as hunger caused him to salivate, the dress was pretty though it had to go for the greater good, no matter how selfish the purpose on his part was.

You followed along with him, careful not to trip in your heels as you narrowed down the route that you were taking in the boarding house, stepping up the stairs and to the most sensual room, the one that belonged to your vampiric boyfriend. He closed the door stiffly behind your form as the moonlight seeped through the window, illuminating the structure of his face, his jaw was tense as he trailed his pupils down, lurching against you to cup your face, pursuing his lips upon your own, engulfing any questions that you had intended to ask. “I see you took the hint Salvatore.” You remarked as your arms encased his neck in their amorous loop, his head had been nestled against your neck, laying marks upon the vulnerable flesh, but from that statement his eyes grew darker, enraged by betrayal.

So all along you had known what you had been doing, his chin lifted so that he engaged with eye contact with you. “Take it off.” If you weren’t already on vervain you would be sampled by compulsion to do what he said, but as said you weren’t, and so with pushing him back, you grasped the straps, tugging them down your arms as you shuffled the rest of the midnight material down your body until it bunched around your ankles. You were a vixen, a sly fox as you stood there bare before him, your nipples pebbled and straining for his attention. Now he could see that you had been his prey all along rather than the reverse of that method, and he was okay with that, so long as passion ensued.

He claimed your mouth again, turned on by your devious little tricks to aggravate and arouse him, as he tugged your nude body to be resting upon his comfortable bed; it truly was a myth that vampires did not sleep, in fact Stefan liked to make the most of it, he enjoyed imagining that he was mortal once more, and no longer had to drain the blood of the living to survive, he wanted a mundane life with you as boring as others may have found it. And though he was not, he felt like a teenage boy to have a woman laying in his bed, he felt giddy as your hands crawled up his back, tugging at his shirt and ascending the fabric over his head. Your hand traced against his smooth skin as your legs wrapped around him, your head digging into the plush pillow below.

Stefan could hear the music from where he was, whilst the party continued to play out downstairs, the two of you shared your own celebration, one of love and historical infidelity. “You’re still wearing too much.” Your voice ushered up to his ear, causing his cock to stiffen further within the confines of his black jeans, and thus sitting back on his knees with the aid of your desperate fingers, they were dragged down his legs, soon joined by his underwear as he rolled atop of you once more, sweetly adversing his mouth atop of yours, as he angled his tip to trace down your prepared folds that were starving to be filled with his length. And ever the gentleman Stefan Salvatore was, he complied, breaching a strangled moan out from your swelling lips.

You took him so well, he could still feel the patch of damp on your leg where your drink had traced until it cried on the floor, it only fuelled him to make a rugged pace, grunting as you gasped in his face, his hair being tangled between your fingers as you tugged on the locks. “If you kept going any longer down there I’d have had you in front of everyone.” The thought of what he said caused a flush of heat to run beneath your skin, the image in your mind somehow causing your cunt to get wetter even more. If he had dared done so, it would have been a party that nobody would have forgotten, and you’d surely never shake off the annotation that would appall your reputation like a rich blood stain.

“Wouldn’t that have given you performance issues?” You tutted, only to earn yourself with smushed cheeks as he held your mouth closed with an intimate force, his face sinking into your neck once more, his hips clapping against your own faster as his teeth lightly pierced shallowly into your flesh, drinking a small amount of your intoxicating venom. It was clear from your wide eyes and puffed cheeks that you regretted your words, and so Stefan decided that he would allow you to cum, so slithering a hand down, he pinched and fiddled your clit as you pathetically whined, your lashes fluttering as Stefan pressed kissed to your cheeks and nose.

He wanted you to finish first, that was always his aim, he held his own need to release off until your hips keened upwards, stuttering with his thrusts as your walls locked around him until he emptied himself deep within you, huffing for a moment until he flopped beside you, dragging you into his side by his arm. “There’s still a party going on downstairs.” You pinched your brow, worried that someone may have heard you. Stefan clasped your hand away, pressing a delicate kiss to your lips before speaking. “Don’t worry, at least we know we had more fun up here than anyone down there is having.” Elena had a craft for throwing parties but nothing was quite as affirmative nor memorable as laying beside your lover at somewhere he thought of as home, listening to his breaths and laying against his glowing chest.

Bloodlust provoked his every instinct, he was insatiable for more, deliriously hungry for each drop of mortal essence; Stefan, as he had become yet again, growled through his stained fangs, observing the sounds that renegaded through his sensitive ears. He could hear a heart beating, and that in itself set him in overdrive as he lurked in the house of his victim, prepared to devour whomever had entered the derelict residency that he had already satiated. The scent the new comer carried was familiar, like a candle lit in the cold weather of fall, sitting atop of the tables in the grill, brewing away its cinnamon induced scent through the devised wick that was burning with a sunset hue flame.

“Stefan.” His humanity was off, and in this moment of his face being strewn with his delicious sin, he cared not for the label that pitiful humans knew him by. He was not a person, he was a creature of bad intent, desiring nothing more than rip into another living organism and drain it for every ounce of which it was worth. With the back of his hand, he wiped the crimson residue from his lips, soon licking them after as he chased after the echo, plodding down the steps with a full stomach that was screaming for more plentiful satisfaction. A stake of wood flew into the apex of his shoulder as he reached the bottom step, he cared not in regards to the pain that blossomed in the area of impact; he felt nothing, especially towards the shooter. Her face coiled at the sight of him dressed in the spillage of his appetite, his clothes were drenched in blood, she could smell the putrid stench from where she stood.

“If it isn’t y/n. Pretty little naive y/n, chasing after the big bad vampire. Is the thrill fun? I’m sure the pounding of your heart sends such sensations down to your cunt, doesn’t it little hunter? I guess Jeremy’s stake just isn’t big enough to give you what you really want.” He was toying with y/n as though she were his prey, and it would be no surprise if that were the case; she had seen the trail of massacre that he had left in his wake, that was how she had found him. Of course she had gone against everyone’s wishes to uncover his whereabouts and tread lightly in his chaotic footsteps, Damon had been hellbent on stopping her, being well aware of all that his brother was capable of. This wasn’t his brother, it was a serial killer, a ripper that loved nothing more than to adjourn every life form he encountered into one of his many names on his wall.

“I’m here to stop you, and get Stefan back. Cut the chit chat unless we’re gonna get down into the deep talks of your mummy and daddy issues.” Y/n whirled her grasp around her gun which contained bullets that were laced with vervain; she had spent much time in a dingy hotel room making them, preparing for this very moment where they came face to face. And his face made her feel sick to her stomach, it was clustered with liquid roots from inside multiple bodies, the evidence of his slaughter doing nothing more than possibly foreshadowing soon that she was to be painted on his face amidst the murder that was already sprayed across the palette.

His eyes were humorously dark and bloodshot as he dared to step another inch closer; y/n’s finger shot to dance over the trigger, sufficing her threat right before his malevolent features. “I do like to be called daddy if that’s what you’re asking; perhaps you should keep that in mind for later when I eat you.” If y/n ever heard normal average Stefan say such things, she’d have laughed at the concept, throwing her head back and not caring if she was bearing her neck to his exquisite vision. However, Stefan was deprived of all personality, he was a walking conductor of life, taking it where he pleased, and affirmatively having a decline in consequences for any result that he snatched.

“You’re funny, I’m hysterical from you threatening my life.” Y/n rolled her eyes in his presence, Stefan’s face turning stoic from her dry sarcasm. “But we both know that when you flip the switch back on, every single thing that you have done is going to come back rolling in waves, and you know exactly what that’s like, you’ve been here before, as well as drowned when you were cast into that safe. So do us all a favour and let it out Salvatore, it’s going to save a lot more blood shed.” Sneering at the words that y/n proposed, he whiplashed closer to her, taking her off guard as he pinned her strictly against the wall, his fangs seething in front of her eye line as he pushed her hair over her shoulder, feeling her veins pulse beneath his criminal fingertips.

“I’m going to send you to heaven and back, but I’m not going to kill you little hunter. I’m going to leave you here as a reminder for Alaric and Jeremy to abandon their hunt on me, and well, I’m going to be constantly on your mind afterwards.” He tucked his hands in the loops of y/n’s belt and beneath as he dismissed her daggers to the ground, throwing them so they raced away from her feet, pressing his chest against hers, his lips tantalisingly brushing against her cheek and dragging a smear of red along the natural structure of her face. It made her cringe, she gulped as she thought about Jeremy and how he’d react if she were to give into the seduction of the vampire. As that thought surpassed her mind, it was as though Stefan could read her mind as he pressed his lips to her tense occupation of roots at your hair line, and whispered deviously. “He doesn’t have to know y/n, no one does. It can be our little secret.”

She couldn’t say that the offer wasn’t vastly tempting, though you didn’t want to give into his sensual whim. If y/n did she couldn’t even blame the aggravation of compulsion, as she had a river of potent vervain coursing through all chambers of her body, and Stefan was aware of that, not only could his nose burn lightly from the derived scent that whisked up the passage of his nostrils, but he had watched her digest food and water containing it in the past, she had even had gone so far as injecting it into her bloodstream as a method to take all possible precautions. She was practically a bomb ready to blow in his looming presence, a temptation that would bring him to his demise. He remembered how there was an ache tormenting his dead stone heart when he watched y/n and Elena’s little brother grow into more than friends, but now he felt nothing, if he so much wished he could take y/n without feeling an ounce of regret, and that was what his damned demeanour planned to do.

“And what about how you’re going to feel after this shell of emotional protection smashes from around you, and you crumble and reflect on how I took advantage of you. I don’t want that on my conscience; nor do I want to be seen as the monster after you stop being one. That is what I’ll know, what I did, how I betrayed not only Jeremy but the real you. I’d rather you not stare at me with disgust every time you see me when things return to normal, because I can assure you that they will, I’d rather not hate myself because of you.” Gritting her teeth against one another, she fought back with all she could; words. Weapons were of no use to her now, she was trapped between a deterred vampire that and a stiff wall, it was an impossible escape. Everything that she could have used had been stolen from her cusp, Alaric, her teacher, would be so disappointed in her lack of continuing spite.

“It’s would be a mutual expense of taking advantage of each other.” Stefan corrected y/n, tipping her chin up to face him with the pad of his index finger, tapping on the spot in which he had used as leverage afterwards. “And little old me, goody two shoes Stefan has always liked you Stefan, this would merely be fulfilling one of my past fantasies and bringing it to a realistic light. Perhaps I’d be as good in the sack as you perceived I was in your diary, that was an accident that I read that part, it was back when you went missing at the end of senior. But I not only found you through that but what you want me to do to you, and boy, if I were you I’d already hate myself.” He used his infamous ripper tactic, stripping a woman down from the confidence that she held, and it was working as he heard y/n take in a sharp breath, and he took that as his chance to put his hands on her waist, noticing how her breath continued to hitch, as he grasped either side of her shirt, and tore it from her body, revealing her display of flesh that had him licking his lips.

It was quite the sight, her breasts balanced in the bra as she ogled up at him; it was on a crossroad between a glare and a yearn for more, though it was clear that she was not fighting back as she allowed her hands to fall loosely at her sides. Stefan had defeated each vessel of preparation that she had carried with her, and now y/n was defenceless. His hands next danced over the waistband of her jeans, as he jingled with her belt until it smacked on the ground, making the poor little lamb that was at his mercy jump from the sudden noise. “You may hate yourself but I can tell that you don’t hate this. I can smell you soaking through your panties, and my, it is quite the aroma. And I did say that I would eat you.” As he descended to his knees and pulled her trousers with him, he realised that her eyes were flickering between him and the weapons that were scattered upon the old wooden flooring, if she wanted y/n could send her knee into his face and crawl to grasp one.

But it appeared that the old entry in her diary remained true as she kicked her shoes and the bottoms she wore off from around her ankles, changing her gaze to subject to him alone. Stefan reeled his hands around her calves, ascending them as he rubbed his eager nose against her hidden bud, reprising a bite of the lip from the huntress above him. God, did she smell captivating, like a spring morning whence the flowers bloomed and sent their seeds into the tall grass. He chose to rip the fabric that tightly wrapped around her ass and other areas too, aware of how much she would be humiliated when Jeremy and Alaric finally caught up with her, not only would they find out that she hadn’t managed it save Stefan nor the people that lived in the house, but they would see her fabricated in nothing more than that housed the courteous ladies if he didn’t decide to ruin that garment too. They’d know of what they did together, and Jeremy would see how much better her body reacted to Stefan than him.

“Do something Salvatore, or I swear that I’ll get a stake from my trunk and fuck myself with it.” That sounded like an interesting rouse of which he’d like to see, but he couldn’t deny himself for any longer, he had to taste all that y/n had to offer. He leant forwards and latched his mouth onto her dripping cunt, his fangs prodding either side of his labia to remind her of what he was rather than who. Sounds spilled from her lips as her hands clawed at the wall, not wanting to mess his locks up even if he was no longer sporting what she used to call his ‘hero hair’. It didn’t matter, none of it, nothing did - in this moment all that was reeling through her mind was how good his tongue felt as he pleasured her with it, running it around her entrance until he slipped it inside. Now that was one place he didn’t need an invitation to be, though if he did, then she’d happily give it to him. All those disgraceful thoughts in what she liked to call her set of ‘vampire diaries’ had been correct the whole time, Stefan could digress above and beyond with the experience in the bedroom that he had had in the last century, it was certainly no let down.

“Stefan, I’m going to cum.” She was right about him being a careless monster as he separated his face away from between her eyes that were now stained with the intentional blood from his victims, she whined as he parted from her, a deep chuckle riveted from his chest as he licked his lips, rather pleased himself from the flavour that he had delved into head first, literally. Y/n was about to cause more of a scene in regards to her denied orgasm, but as her eyes carded over Stefan’s large hands, she realised that he was releasing his hard shaft from the confines of his trousers, and she was amazed at the length that he had hidden away so well beneath his clothing. It was large and red and throbbing, and she wanted to inhabit the devices of a vampire and suck it dry, but she had no control as Stefan took himself in hand and pressed his body against his own, stifling his height down a little so that he could easily slide the tip of his cock across your drenched cunt, and eventually push in.

Hands belonging to the huntress found their way onto the ripper’s bouldering shoulders, she was well aware that there was a tattoo beneath the material on his right arm, but she lost that track of thought as his tongue swiped up her neck, pushing the rest of his length into her as she keened into his strong chest. He hardly waited a moment for her adjust as he established a pace; it wasn’t sweet and caring as she had once premised the image of how Stefan would bed a lady would be, instead it was brash and rushed as his hips acted as piston, hammering his sufficient cock in and out of her stubborn walls that were attempting to absorb him in one place. “Always knew you’d be so tight, guess I was right about your Gilbert boy.” The mention of Jeremy had y/n swallowing down the feeling of vomit as she shook him free of her imposing thoughts, attuning all of her devotion onto this momentous occasion with the man that she had grown affectionate towards.

To know that he had felt the same and now he was using her as nothing more as a directory to get off stung a little, but she gulped it down, a moan fragrantly abandoning her well bitten lips as Stefan’s fingers pinched at her clit, toying with it beneath the hood and deriving insane sensations to render through her body. “I’m going to cum Stefan. Shit- I’m so close.” The crown of her head jested back against the wall, and Stefan’s vein rooted eyes drew in on her neck, but he had to remain sensible, otherwise he would be caught. But he couldn’t help himself, not as he simultaneously sunk his teeth into you and came inside of you, both actions triggering your orgasm to flutter around his length. A poisonous burn afflicted his gums as he pulled away, a mixture of steam and blood composing from his mouth. Luckily Stefan hadn’t torn off her bra, and this, as y/n caught her breath, she took out a small injection that was filled with vervain, and stabbed it into his own neck, getting revenge as he crashed to the ground. Now it was time to call Alaric and Jeremy and let them know that she had for once and for all caught the ripper, and better yet, proved them wrong.

He was the anti hero, the bad boy that drew attention wherever he went. Despite your better judgement you were unable to lock him out, and thus he snuck right into the valves of your heart, dragging you into the crowd as the music played, but it was in the background as all that you could focus on was him, he seemed calm in this environment with no troubles or his past affecting him. His hands grabbed your own as he turned you through the flurry of people; you were human, you didn't know why he had dragged you on a night out, perhaps it were that it wouldn't matter if your life was put at risk.

You were just human, an expendable piece of meat that would one day shrill and die. It was a problem to be entranced by someone like him though the attraction could not be helped. Damon Salvatore was irresistible, the worst thing was that he knew it, and he could no doubt hear your heart beating profusely in the cage of your chest. Stefan was the good brother, it'd have made more sense if you had been pulled to him, but instead Damon's darkness and brooding exterior had pulled you under and you were drowning.

Nothing or nobody could help you, you were a lost cause as you gazed with amazement at him. One of your hands slipped from his own, going up to streak along his cheek, feeling the ageless exterior beneath your fingertips. It was insane to believe that he was over one hundred years old, that was nothing short of the truth, his entire appearance was a deceit to appeal to his prey. Damon froze from the contact, refraining from moving away, your touch was so soft and gentle, no one had treated him in such a way.

He was always seen to be rough around the edges, and he was, and thus from then on every one that he had ever met treated him like so. It was something that he didn't enjoy in the slightest, he'd like to forget for a moment that he was a monster, and it wasn't hidden deep down, he allowed his hunger to get the best of him the majority of the time, and in this moment he stopped it from happening again. A kiss was all he wanted, but it would be cruel to taint you from his lips, you deserved better. Anyone was better than him.

Walking the thin line to him was nothing other than a death sentence, each person that he had ever cared about had died, and allowing you to follow the path would be allowing the slaughter  to carry on. "Damon..." The vampire shut his eyes from the sound of your voice, it hurt to ignore the calling out that you prompted him with, but it was for the best. Each instance in which he heard your heart flutter a pang would be sent straight to his own, reminding him for once in his life to not be selfish.

The best thing to do was pretend to be selfish with someone other than you, a mortal that walked around in a suit that would one day fray. He released your other hand, stepping away from the contact as he cupped the inner corner of your elbows, gulping down to remind himself of the journey he had returned to in this town of Mystic Falls. "Y/n... I can't... I have to get to Katherine..." Yes that was right, she was supposedly still in that tomb, rotting away from starvation. "I'm sorry." Fell from his lips, barely audible, but you heard nevertheless.

"It's okay." You told both him and yourself. "If you're going to love someone it may as well be forever, and it seems the two of you have known each other for that long." Damon tried to grab you as you walked backwards and disappeared into the countless bodies, he wanted to chase after you, tell you that Katherine could stay in her endless sleep, but he couldn't move. He was frozen on the spot as he dealt with the pain that he had caused not only himself.

Elena supposedly looked like Katherine, and as she sat in the other half of your bed with you, the duvet racked up in her arms, you couldn't help but ogle at her. Of course Damon would choose someone that looked like her, she was beautiful, and you were simply an average ant in the grand scheme of his life. A sad smile appeared on your friend's face as she looked away from the screen and passed you the tub of ice cream that she had confiscated from you. She thought it was wrong that Damon had became to you when he was amidst getting back the alleged love of his life.

He had appeared into your social life before even Stefan knew that he had came back to their hometown. The eldest brother wasn't terrible company, you had learnt that quite quickly, he was funny and charming and a good friend, and you'd suspected that he would be as more too, however things dwindled after the revelation of his true return was commenced. "He doesn't deserve to be the one to leave you in this state." The doppelgänger said, no doubt thinking you could do so much better. "I'm pretty sure my brother likes you, why not go on a date with him?"

Jeremy was sweet and it was rather shocking that Elena was offering her brother up to one of her friends like so, often she'd be irritated by his not so secret admiration of you, but you shrugged in reply, delving your large silver spoon into the frozen dairy and plummeting it into your mouth. "Because I know you think I'm crazy, but there was something there. I think I might have even loved him..." she frowned from you using the L word, pained by your heartbroken sorrow. Such an important description did not deserve to be wasted on him, he was no good, he had hurt you. That was all he did, hurt people.

Damon was hurt. Stefan could tell as he watched his sibling continuously sip out of the bottle of bourbon, he hadn't even bothered with a glass. Usually when the vampire would hurt he would kill someone or bring a woman back home, but neither of such things were occurring, this must have been a different kind of pain than one he had experienced before. Sighing, Stefan realised that whilst he still was annoyed at Damon for all that he had done, that it was only fair that he spoke and enquired on the matter that was no doubt affecting his brother.

"What's the matter Damon?" The younger of the two asked as he approached the enriched couch, taking a seat on the edge so that he wasn't too close to his brother if he became unexpectedly volatile. His suspicions were that this was about Katherine yet again, it always was because he was not the better man. In fact Stefan was believed to be, which he would not argue with despite the countless people he had beheaded during his ripper days that would hopefully be no more in the future. Another swig was taken by Damon before he dared to answer.

"We'll brother, for the first time in a century, I wasn't selfish." He allowed himself another congratulatory sip, swirling the bourbon around in his mouth so that the bitterness would spread before he swallowed it. "I let her go Steffy, like they say if you love something let it go, or else it'll end up like a bird with a broken neck." He pictured such a morbid scene whilst Stefan frowned, confused by Damon's behaviour still. He tilted his hero hair styled head, analysing each aspect of his brother; he was hunched and his eyes were glazed over from the booze. Whilst this may have seemed like he were himself, there was something odd about the sight.

"You've given up on getting to Katherine?" Was what he had taken, but Damon shook his head as he downed the leftovers within the glass bottle. "Then what is it Damon?" Something was undoubtedly the matter, Damon was always the one of the two to let his emotions get the best of him and allow them to show. On the outside he may have appeared like a mess, however at least he released all the pain that he felt, unlike Stefan whom hoarded it like a drug. "Damon." He clicked his fingers at his brother drawing his attention back to the matter that had shifted his focus.

"I- I don't know if I love Katherine any more brother, I think I love someone else." Tears swam in his eyes as he glanced helplessly at his brother like an abandoned puppy wordlessly pleading for help. He dropped the bottle on the ground as he sucked at the insides of his cheeks, hating to admit this to himself. "But I pushed her away because I didn't want to fall in love again, I couldn't risk her getting hurt, she means so much to me. She's twice the woman that Katherine ever was with much less than half of her lifespan left on this world. I didn't want her to waste her life on me, or risk her getting killed before her time."

"Who are you talking about Damon?" Stefan was wary, afraid that his brother would answer with the name of her duplicate, Elena Gilbert. That was the last thing that he wanted, for another girl to come between them as though it were a pattern, and ironically it would be one of identical appearance as her and Katerina looked the same. Damon reached for another bottle, cracking it open as he drank a large amount instantaneously. He needed it if he were about to confess to his brother as though he were a teenage girl with a little crush.

"The most beautiful human that I have ever seen." He gulped on his own saliva as he imagined nothing but your face in his mind, it haunted him, made him feel proud that he had finally refrained himself from sinking into the depths of another relation and denied himself of what he desired, as well as finally believing that after so long he had done something that he perceived to be a good thing. "You know her." He added subjectively, as he knew that you and Stefan went to school together, as well as him being acquainted to each other through Elena. "It's y/n."

A vast pressure released from Stefan's chest as he heard that name rather than his girlfriend's. It was a large relief, and Stefan simply nodded his head allowing the truth to sink in. "Well what are you going to do brother?" He asked as he watched Damon fiddle with his own fingers, something that he did not do very often at all. It was common back in their days where they were enveloped within the rules of humanity, he'd do it when their father scolded him, or pretended like he didn't matter. The truth was that Damon did matter, Stefan knew that, and all he had ever sought out was his father's approval.

"The right thing. Nothing." Damon took a hefty swig of liquor, making his head hurt a little from the amount that it had already dealt with. Stefan patted his brother on the stiff shoulder, standing and walking away, but he stopped on his way out, and turned to face Damon one last time. "I think you are doing the right thing." Even if he had never had Giuseppe's approval, in this moment he had earned his brothers. He didn't think you needed to be pulled into this gruesome life anymore than you already were.

"I think you're doing the right thing." Elena told you as she fixed your hair, moving out of the way so that you could look in the mirror at yourself. She had done quite the job considering only hours prior you had been crying to her about Damon, and here you were, getting ready to go on a small date that she had arranged. "Jeremy should be here in about twenty minutes, I think he's taking you to the grill for a bite to eat and then down for a stroll to the lake." Admittedly it sounded nice, and you knew that Elena was not only providing you with a distraction but also Jeremy; he had been getting high a lot recently.

"Thank you for this Elena." You smiled, pulling your friend into a hug as you felt grateful for her help on making you feel better. It was ensuring to know that somebody liked you, even if it wasn't the man that you had prematurely stated that you thought you were in love with. He didn't matter now, and whilst you dreaded thinking of him or seeing him next, you were happy for him returning to Katherine eventually, it sounded like they deserved each other. They could be in love forever, an eternity spent wrapped in each other's arms, as Katherine had told him she had planned before turning him.

Turning him into the monster that he really was and allowed to get the best of him, but rather associating him with pointy fangs and a thirst to drink blood, all you could perceive him as within your mind was the man that broke your heart. But it had to be for the best, you could never be enough for him, you were too young and your life would no doubt be far too short. At least you could try and live your life without going out dancing with him, or feeding the ravens together, he could simply be a shadow in the corner of the room, and Katherine could join him when she was finally awoken.

“Shhh.” It surpassed your mouth as a rumble onto your lover’s lips, as yours stretched out into a hushed smile. He too showed an expression of happiness, as he pecked your lips, his hands sliding beneath the material of your top, soothing your back with his calloused and wise hands.

There was a problem rendering you with the necessity of being quiet, it would be a terrible travesty if anyone within the household were to hear you, giggling like a teenage girl (which you were), their Bennet curiosity swiping off their nose and leaping into action as they would surely, and most definitely, take aid to discover what it was that had you amused so.

Their opinion on the immortal men of time, that were transformed into a whole new species by one transfusion of exchanged blood, and a sentence of completed death, was not an optimal nor within preferred context. Vampires had taken so much from the Bennet witches throughout the years, that there was a stifling resentment wedged between the two.

You and Stefan were the exception, the two star crossed lovers entailed in a forbidden romance. He wasn't the enemy, but that did not mean that your sister Bonnie would be pleased with the current partner that you were adjoined by in your relationship. She'd watched Elena fawn over the green eyed charmer, it would be an utter nightmare for her to discover that you were now coiled beneath him on the rectangle of your bed, as he pressed tentative kisses along the length of your neck, smothering you with affection.

It was inevitable that your secret rendezvous would one day be revealed to all, including your sibling, however that wasn't something that you wanted to think about as Stefan's hand crept down, and over your skirt, sliding beneath the flowing material, and up the skin of your thigh. His action extracted a wisp of a gasp out from your mouth, as you pawed at his chest, distinctively staring through silence that you were keen in removing the shirt from his body.

The message was delivered as he reeled it up over his head, exposing his lean and fit body to your eyes. He continued to feather your skin with amorous touches, as he removed your panties by sliding them down your legs, shoving your skirt up so that your intimate skin was bare to his touch. “Stefan....” you whispered his name, as he slowly slid a finger into you. Your eyes fluttered peacefully shut, as his thumb coiled in a circle around your clit, for a moment it was silent, until the door opened.

“Stefan?!” Your sister repeated your words, making you instantly cover up your barren flesh, and your boyfriend to roll off you. There was digress in Bonnie’s eyes, she was severely judging you in your choice of partner, you were well aware of how her mind worked. Her arms became crossed as she rigidly shook her head, Stefan tossed his shirt back over his head, trying to make the predicament that little bit more bearable.

“Bonnie, I can explain...” it was rather obvious what was going on. An explanation wasn’t wanted nor was it needed, everything that was necessary to know was right before her face. The two of you had been caught in the midst prior to sex, which was as awkward as expected, however more so considering your sister remained glaring back and forth between you and the vampire.

“If you’re going to tell me that it’s not what it looks like, I’m calling bull on that.” She stated in an unimpressed manner. “This also means that you invited him in.” Her and Stefan didn’t hate each other, their kinds had simply been used as pawns against one another for far too long, and she hated to see you, her twin, in a cycle with a vampire, especially a Salvatore.

She had a feeling you were seeing someone, call it a fraternal thing. Though out of the entire town, it had to be one of those brothers, the brooding and dangerous siblings that survived by drinking blood and often compelled people close to them to admin their whims. “You have too much trust in people y/n.” She sighed, and she wasn’t entirely incorrect with all things considered.

“But he’s the right person to trust.” You tried to reason with her, but after all the pain that he had put the Bennet family through, it was difficult, and logically so, to believe your words. “Come on Bon.”

“No. I can hardly believe you, you went behind my back to see him, out of all people.” She spoke angrily, her tone wavering with hurt. Stefan took that as the moment that he was meant to intrude, he stood, walking towards your sister, a small and kind smile upon his face.

He appreciated her instinct to protect you, but you weren’t as naive as she thought you to be. It had taken him multiple accounts to even sway you into even agreeing going on a date with him, though he realised that all those rejections had been worth the price of pain, because he had grown significantly upon you.

“I love your sister.” The vampire informed the witch, glancing over at you with a newfound smile on his frozen in age face. Your eyes widened, the two of you had yet to exchange such words, though rather than interrupting by saying them back, you allowed him to continue speaking, despite Bonnie’s light scoff. “I know you don’t like it, but can’t you accept that she’s happy, don’t you want your sister to be happy? That’s why I’m fine my brother is with my ex, I care about his happiness above all.”

“I’m not giving you my blessing.” Her chest heaved at her statement, she was far too protective to give anyone the pass of go ahead at you. “If you hurt her, I will pierce a stake straight through your heart, though I’ll make sure you suffer first. This is not a forgiveness Stefan, as you said, every sibling wants theirs own to be happy, but if I see one tear that you are responsible for, you’ll be praying to god.”

“That is understandable.” Stefan nodded his head, Bonnie sent him one last furrow of her brows before leaving and closing the door, slipping in a few words about keeping the volume down whilst doing so. “Now where we?” He licked his lips after his enquiry, as he crawled onto the bed, and cupped your face, leaning his own down closer to your own.

“In the midst of me saying that I love you back, and that I would take not doubt my sister in the slightest Salvatore, she’ll kick your ass if you hurt me; and so will I.” He kissed you, bringing your hand up to his heart, as he stared his emerald pools into your y/e/c galaxies.

“That’s not a part of my plan.” He promised, only to suffocate your attempted response with his lips once more. You were vastly aware that you had to tone down your noise, to keep Bonnie calm. You could practically feel her stare at the wall in the living room, although you were clearly in your own room. “I plan to spend forever with you.”

“Oh, nothing.” He laughed, walking closer to you, and grabbing your jaw, moving his face closer to your own. To test the waters, he spat in your face, to which you wiped it away, and grew confused by his sudden aggression.

“What the fuck Kai?” He only got like this when he was mad, and his outburst and directory of saliva hinted that he wanted to work it out, despite what others may have thought if they were to witness the crude exchange.

You went to turn, about to abandon him in this room. It was far too late to have to deal with this kind of Kai, where he was being childish and confusing, but before you could pass the threshold to your bedroom, he spoke once more, which inclined you to turn towards him.

“I could ask the same, flirting with Stephen. You can’t help being such a little slut can you?” It wasn’t something you’d have liked to admit, but the degradation pooled a little wetness into your underwear, he had never called you something so... dirty? Yeah, that word felt right, but to no one’s knowledge, it felt good.

It was certainly a change from being a goody goody. That was all that you were known as, and in turn, treated as. Your friends were even confused, them being people as ‘Stephen’, why you would date the Kai Parker. 

He was everything that you were not. His hobby had once been causing pain, wishing to eradicate your friends, however now, he was rather content with living a modern life with you. But perhaps underneath all the outer layers of his loving boyfriend exterior, he had a need to make someone feel bad about themselves. Maybe, just maybe, that was what he was trying to do with you...

“His name is Stefan, and we weren’t flirting Malachai.” As you used your partner’s full first name, a darkness loomed inside of his grey irises, like a storm hovering over the dusky sea, preparing to release all of its frustration.

“Don’t call me that girl, how about instead, you call me daddy?” Kai snarked, the name making you whimper and shuffle, the atmosphere completely shifting to one of lust and desire. Malachai was aware of how much you enjoyed calling him such a title, and now he was using it in his favour, to bend you to his will, and avoid any kind of argument that could occur.

“Yes daddy.” You bowed your head, awaiting his next instructions. His large, ringed hand trailed from where it had gripped your jaw, he lightly tapped your cheek, his hand almost covering half of your face.

“How about you go wait in the bedroom for daddy, huh?” Kai leant down, lightly pressing a tip onto the tip of your nose, watching as your eyelashes fluttered at the notion. “And be naked, because daddy really is eager to see this nice tight body, that is only for his eyes.”

Nodding, you immediately spun on your heels, walking to your destination, feeling all giddy. Out of the routes the debate could have turned, you were relieved that it had take this one. It involved no conflict, and no involvement of anyone else. It was just the pair of you, and it was just how you liked it.

First, you kicked your footwear off, next sliding down your panties and leggings down together in a smooth union, leaving you half bent over. However you were startled when a low, and suggestive whistle was released by the doorway. So you obediently turned, pulling the fabric from around your ankles, and leaving yourself half clothed to fulfil his satisfaction.

But Kai was not completely satisfied, whilst he had taken in the sight of your exposed cunt when you had your back turned towards him, there was still material hugging your body. “Continue.” The witch ordered, and as though he had some kind of magical affect upon you, you seamlessly replied, until you were dressed in nothing more than your own skin.

“Perfect.” He stated, his eyes wandering dangerously low, a growl settling at the farthest point in his throat. “And already wet for daddy, aren’t you a slut?” Another whimper rattled from your mouth, as your eyes engaged with Kai’s own, hungry for some attention, and more importantly contact.

“I am daddy. Only for you.” He began to prowl around the room, taking in every angle that the light portrayed of your bare and priceless body.

“Nothing for Steffie?” The heretic teased, letting a hand drag over your bare waist, making your skin prickle on his silent command. “Poor vampire is going to go all hungry, and he doesn’t know the taste that he is missing out on.”

“Kai, me and Stefan aren’t-“

“Uh Uh Uh.” He wagged his finger at you, dismissing you from speaking, reinforcing his dominant role within the relationship. “We aren’t going to talk about that old man, unless my little girl would rather have his well versed tongue on her little princess parts instead.”

“No daddy.” You returned to your role, feeling guilty that he had to even remind you of it. All you had wished to do was convince some sense into him, you hated seeing him jealous, whilst you got pleasure out of his moods, that wasn’t the only point. It was a known fact to you that he could be made insecure, and you loved him, and wanted him to think well of himself.

“Good.” He flicked his hand, which threw you upon the mattress. Like a tiger, he prowled, finding his destination in between your legs, his accessorised fingers dancing on the insides of your thighs, blessing you with a cooling sensation from the metal bands.

Kai’s fingers slipped up, swiping through your entrance, which in turn caused your hips to jut upwards, and he was inclined to hold them steadily down. “Remain still if you want daddy to eat you.” He lowered his head, sinking his fangs into the flesh of your leg, causing a small squeal to leave your mouth.

When he removed his mouth, blood painted his lips. He tilted his head, poking his tongue out to collect the spilt flavour, before once again lowering his brunette head, and finding home at your pussy, feasting as though he were a starved man.

“Daddy.” On instinct, you went down to grab his hair as he rolled your clit in his mouth, but instead, he brought a hand down on the side of your ass, not too gentle, nor too harsh. It was the perfect in between, and it sent a spark through the entirety of your body, and it made your hands find a grip upon the sheets instead.

Whence he pulled away, he stood up, reaching for his belt, and you rolled around on the bed, crawling so that you were on your hands and knees facing him. “Best pussy I’ve ever tasted I swear.” He threw his head back and laughed a little, holding his cock as he pulled it out of its confines. It was already hard, a bead of precum upon the tip, and you could only lick your lips as you viewed the perfectly natural masterpiece before yourself.

“Please daddy...” You pouted, batting your eyelashes at him, wanting nothing more than to grab his hard dick and get a taste as he previously had.

“Fine.” He reluctantly sighed, stepping forward, and purposely hitting your face with his erect member. “Go ahead.” He laughed at his own pun, but it quickly transitioned into a moan as you engulfed half of his offering instantly. “Oi, no hands.”

You withdrew them, which left you with nothing more than your mouth to please your beloved. And so on, you hollowed yourself cheeks, and moved your head in a back and forward motion, eventually feeling his tip nudging at the furthest point of your throat.

It made you gag, and your eyes water, but despite that, you continued, bobbing your head, that was until one of Kai’s hands laced through your hair, and pulled you off of him, leaving only a strong of saliva connecting you to his cock.

“Why’d you make me stop daddy?” He pulled you up, spanking your ass as he forced you to degree your position oppositely, so your ass and the goods below it were easily accessible for his eyes and more.

“Well, daddy doesn’t want to waste his cum down his little cum slut’s throat. He wants it inside of you, so then you’ll never think about another man again, you’ll have motherly duties to occupy yourself with.”

He began to push his tip into your entrance, making your thighs clench, and the vampiric bite mark to become sensually prominent as it pressed against its opposite leg.

“Fuck Kai.” Another slap resonated against your skin, and swiftly he entered the rest of himself into your walls, filling you completely with his length.

The pair of you had already been close from your oral exchange, but had been pulled away from your highs. And so Kai was ruthless with his thrusts, chasing something that he had denied himself of. He was hungry for release.

“Yeah, I’m going to put a baby into you.” He seemed to be speaking more to himself than you, as though it were his mission to give truth that to his words. “Fuck!”

He grabbed a hold of your hips, moving your body to his will, your head finding solace upon the duvet, and resting tiredly upon it. There was nothing more that you could or wanted to do, other than to take what he gave you.

“I’m gonna cum daddy.” It came out as more of a squeal, as your mouth opened and closed from no accordance. And so, to push you further, he reached his hand down lower and rubbed at your aroused clit.

“Go ahead baby girl, cum.” Your walls clenched one last time. And then, finally you reached the heights of your pleasure. Kai wasn’t far behind you, pouring his seed inside of you, causing him to slump against your back, as though the pair of you were a ying and yang.

A breathy laugh feel from your lips as you wiggled out from beneath his collapsed form. “Where the fuck did that come from?”

“My dick.” He rolled his eyes, his eyes glancing down to where he had began to spill out from within you.

“No, I mean the whole baby making thing.” You playfully slapped his arm, rubbing your eyes as you awaited an answer.

“I mean, Stefan is sorta like a dad figure to Lizzie and Jo, and I guess it’s made me realise everything I’m missing out on. I kinda want what he has, and I thought that might be why-“

Stefan opened the trunk of his car, a frown taking ahold of his features as he noticed that you had yet to abandon the passenger seat. And thus he walked around the side of his cherry painted vehicle, looking at you through the window; your expression was blank, as though you were not trying to think about anything in this moment and block your surroundings out, which was an accurate assumption of the coping mechanism that you had chosen to go with.

He tapped on the window with his firm knuckles, and reluctantly you spared your boyfriend a glance. It hurt so bad, knowing that you were to be forced apart by distance all because you had to go off and learn something! Screw education, you’d already been through years of it and once more you were having to continue it, the worst part of all was knowing that through everything that had gone on in Mystic Falls the past few years, life was meant to diverge onto a very different road. Rather than killing vampires that dared to hurt your friends, you’d slowly be killing your self with the consumption of caffeine that you maintained in your schedule.

Stefan could easily predict how torn you were, it was a vast change from all that you had adapted to, he felt sympathy towards your cause. Sighing as you felt his piercing stare through the glass, you surrendered and opened the window, turning so that your gazes met; worry worn on his whilst you were cloaked in the shadow of conflicted face. It wasn’t fair, Bonnie was gone, she was dead whilst the rest of you were expected to move on like you had done in the past, but this time nothing motivated you to continue down this road of adulthood, not even the fact that Elena and Caroline would also be in the same hall as you. Licking your lips, a gulp danced down your throat as you blinked back any threatening tears, refusing their company as you forced a fake smile for your boyfriend.

“You don’t have to do this year, or at all if you don’t want to.” Advised your boyfriend, resting his hand on the edge of the door between you from where the pane was empty. “No one is going to blame you if you wait, you have to think about yourself, and I need for you to be happy with whatever decision that you decide on y/n.” A dimple encompassing smile loaded onto his face as you stared at him and tried not to cry from how much of a gentleman that he was; you truly had a keeper, although out of the pair of you you were the one with the ticking time frame left to live, as you would age and soon be nothing more than a corpse.

“I do. I want to.” You blubbered, forcing your lips to refrain from shaking. Sweeping your fingers below your eyes to dismiss any water that had gathered there, you smiled through your pain, trying to remain strong. You had gotten this far, there was no way that you were caving in because of your emotions now. “This was the last thing that Bonnie wanted to do, I’m not doing it just for me, but for her as well.” It was the closest that you could get to her again, merely being parked outside of your dorm building had you feeling significantly closer to her, it was strange but it was like her presence was lingering, waiting for you to arrive. “I’m just going to miss you so much.”

Adoration sparkled in Stefan’s green orbs as he watched you break, he took that as his opportunity to open the door to where you were sat, and lean inside of the vehicle, holding you in his arms as you sobbed lightly and shook. “It’s okay, I understand.” He rested his chin atop of your head, reminiscing about how he still liked to Bon Jovi concerts so that he could feel closer to Lexi, it had been a tradition for them, and so he continued it on in her memory. “And she’d probably kick my ass if I tried to convince you to come back to Mystic Falls.”

“And it wouldn’t be the first time she had done that.” You remember softly, laughing at such a memory as you tasted a bitter ending poison your mouth. This felt like it; no more Bonnie, no more stories about her Grams and their family’s history, it was simply a new beginning without her. “Okay, I think we should start taking stuff in so that there’s not loads of people around before we finish.” You wiped your sweater sleeve across your cheek one last time as you exited the car, Stefan shutting the door beside you as you both grabbed boxes. The process continued until everything that belonged to you was void from his car, and you sat in the room on the unmade bed, holding Stefan’s hands.

They were stereotypically cold, and to know that he had killed people with them in his past made you feel closer to the Other Side, if there even was one, though Bonnie was the anchor holding everything in its rightful place. Death, no matter who he took, made everyone gravitate towards him, and you were in the midst of such thoughts, Stefan brushed your hair behind your ear, causing you to turn to look at him. “I don’t want you to leave, what if I never see you again? Something could happened between now and the next time that I see you, and that’s the last thing that I want. I can’t lose you, I love you.”

“I love you too.” He spoke tenderly, the subordination of guilt already tripping into his words before he had even done anything. He made strong eye contact with you, your pupils dilating as he captured every ounce of your attention, his abilities feeding off of it. From holding your hand he had slipped your vervain bracelet off, it was on the floor beside your feet, deposited away from your skin on purpose. “And you are going to be just fine here without me; you’re going to be happy, and you’re going to try your best in class. I will miss you so much more than you will me, I want you to remember that I love you more than the world itself and that I would do anything for you. And if you want to see me, don’t hesitate to call and I’ll be right on my way here.”

He gently released your hands as he watched you blink, your mindset returning to the environment that it was in. A frown tugged at your face as you scratched your wrist, finding it empty. “Have you seen my…” before you could finish your question, your boyfriend leant down and picked the twine with the pretty charm off from the ground, ravelling it back around on its fitted place on your arm. “Okay I should probably start to unpack.” Stefan looked at the time as you walked over to a box with a pair of scissors and unveiled the sides of cardboard, ready to start emptying its contents.

“I should probably get going.” He fondly spoke as he walked over to you, and you abandoned the task that you were about to delve into and turned to face him, wrapping your hands around his shoulders. “I’m going to miss you.” He informed you, watching your face mould into a smile, as you pulled him down for an elegant kiss. It was longer than a singular peck, but it wasn’t too in depth that it would lead to anything else, as you pulled away, you stared into his eyes, brushing your thumb across his defined cheek, drowning in the softness of his timeless skin.