#vmprre

▣ ▣            ⸺          BLOOD - MOUTH UPTURNS,              HUMOR - HEAVY AND SMUG.               it's enough to draw saccharine - deity to scowl.               MELLOW,              MELLOW,              you coax yourself.               vampyr will not rattle,               evidence that is the intention behind his taunt.               to provoke,               to promote power.               BLUNT - CANINES PRESS TO CARMINE PETAL,               BITING BACK SASS.               inhale of tension'd air tastes bitter and repugnant on tongue,               but you prevail.               girlbert women always prevail. 

         “         I'M SERIOUS,               DAMON.         ”          sincerity intertwines each syllable,               with disgruntled frown 'pon cherry'd lips.         “         i haven't seen or heard from stefan in days       —       SOMETHING'S WRONG.         ”          love's berceuse has dissolved,               heart no longer pierced by cupid's arrow.               there is care,               here,               BETWEEN SERAPH / VAMPYR.               BETWEEN GIRL / BOY.               BETWEEN ELENA / STEFAN.               BUT MAIDEN BEGS TO BE FREE OF MYSTIC FALLS PURGATORY    and that's when friendship between mortal and succubus unfurls.         “         i don't want your help,         ”          there's a pause,               sorrel gaze fixates,               surveying features :         “         i need it.         ”

        katherine lingered in the doorway just long enough to make it clear she hadn’t come by accident. the last time she’d stood this close to him, she’d watched the hope drain out of his eyes the moment she’d said she didn’t love him. a necessary lie, and cruel in all the ways that kept them both alive. but it didn’t mean she enjoyed the way it echoed now in the quiet between them.

       she let her gaze flick over damon, assessing the tension in his shoulders, the anger he hadn’t bothered to hide since her return. he was still too focused on the emotional wound she’d left to notice the far larger blade hanging overhead. typical damon. always bleeding from the wrong place.

       "you’re still thinking about that night," she said lightly, "about what i said." her tone softened an inch. not enough to be mistaken for comfort, but enough to signal she wasn’t here to twist the knife deeper. "but you’re wasting time being hurt over the wrong thing."

       "there’s more happening in mystic falls than you’re seeing. more than you want to see." her eyes narrowed, the warmth draining from them entirely.

blood: painted on her lips, dripping down her chin. blood: staining her fingertips, colouring her clothes. blood: source of her behaviour, unmatched by any other desire she might hold. a sudden cloud over her judgment that makes her do unforgivable things, unforgettable things. can she live with the things she's already done? can she live with the things she is bound to do because of the thirst? she doesn't know, but she must obey her instincts.

the body falls to her feet, no light behind the janitor's eyes anymore. she took it away. she killed him, and his blood is on her hands. . . her clothes, her chin and her lips. a stumble, weird sense of humanity washing over her. " no, no, no. . . god, please no! " a cry leaves her as she kneels by the man, trying to will him back to life. " no, i'm not- i didn't mean to. please! " fable attempts with no outcome make her run. she wants to run until her legs hurt, until reality is nothing but a blur, until all this becomes a dream. . .

" i'm not lying! " if his tone didn't already suggest otherwise, the grip stefan had around his brother's neck all of a sudden most certainly did the trick. he was on fire, every nerve in his body buzzing with a combination of rage and hunger and something else he couldn't quite place. guilt? pain? whatever it was, he was nearly convinced it would eat him alive in that very moment.

it took one look at his brother's face, one brief pause to actually see him, to bring stefan somewhat closer to reality.

almost as suddenly as he attacked, stefan was letting out a soft laugh. his hand moved to damon's shoulder, patting him there firmly as a brother would do in a much lighter, happier moment.

" i'm fine. see? just fine. i had a little bit of blood three days ago, and now it's long gone from my system. we're all good, brother. promise. " minus the stacks of bodies he was hiding in the woods, the three innocent townspeople who were walking around compelled to do whatever he wants whenever he wants, and the raging, constant burning in his chest for more. everything was perfectly fine.

“ let  me  take  care  of  you. “ / @vmprre