family demands sacrifice.

  How did the world get so turned upside down? Damon had no idea. He was determined to put everything back in the right order. He didn’t want to be the responsible one, that was what Stefan did. He enjoyed doing what needed to be done no matter who it hurts or what the outcome was. Damon had his own way of doing things and it didn’t include doing things Stefan’s way which he was sure most hated him for it but he didn’t care. He wasn’t Stefan and he wasn’t going to pretend to be.

  “ All that matters is that we’ll get rid of him in the end, ” Damon stated softly, his gaze staring off into space, his face blank. If there was one thing that Damon was certain about was that he would get rid of Klaus. He never objected to spending time with the witch. As much as he didn’t want to admit it they were very alike. They were both the type to do or say whatever it takes to get things done, mind you Damon was the type to not care about feelings while Bonnie tended to take them into consideration. But she was the one person he found himself at ease around. She was, dare he say it, turning into a close friend. “ You take what you can get Bon Bon, and that’s where you’re wrong Stefan was never this fun. ” he corrected with a teasing tone of his own.

she’d  D E F Y  nature  itself  to  rid  the  world  of  klaus  but  she’d  also  do  WHATEVER  it  took  to  ensure  everyone  else  survived  --  him  included;  this  remained  the  very  reason  she’d  found  herself  choosing  to  remain  silent  regarding  her  plans  (  what  he,  and  everyone  else  didn’t  know,  couldn’t  hurt  them  ).  in  some  fable  of  irony,  she  even  hoped  anything  she’d  NEED  to  do  wouldn’t  mean  ruining  this  --  a  friendship  neither  of  them  had  wanted  and  yet  found  themselves  in  regardless. 

klaus hummed as if entertained, lips curled into the hint of a smile, but eyes cold as ice as he regarded the witch. ❝ bonnie bennett… ❞ her name was humble, unsuspecting, no one would imagine a powerful witch to stand behind it. he approached the girl, little more than a teenager herself. young, but oh so very determined to get herself into trouble. ❝ believe it or not, i like you, bonnie. you’ve got some … spirit, however inconvenient it may be at times. ❞ 

he came to stand before her. ❝ but you keep talking like that and you’ll need to be taught a lesson … on control, and how little you have over me. after all, you may be able to protect your friends … but surely you can’t protect them all at once? and i would feel terrible… ❞ klaus brought a hand to his chest for dramatic effect. ❝ …if i had to kill some poor innocent soul just to show you in how many ways you can lose and i can win. ❞ then he smiled, bringing his hands behind himself. ❝ besides, i don’t mean elena any harm - just a weekly donation … frankly, you should be more concerned about what damon might do to the girl. why do you think i tried to take her away? i’m simply watching out for her. ❞

she’d  always  burn  so  B R A Z E N  and  in  ways  no  ice  could  truly  hurt  her;  sure,  he  had  the  power  move  --  that  with  the  snap  of  his  fingers,  everyone  she  cared  about  could  fall  one  by  one  BUT  she  didn’t  fear  that  (  not  like  she  used  to  ).  “  inconvenient...  ”  she  notes  as  if  the  word  was  said  in  polite  conversation,  enjoying  the  idea  that  it  may  just  get  under  his  skin.  “  I  kinda  see  it  as  a  pleasure  --   setting  traps,  watching  you  run  around  like  a  lost  puppy.  ”  she  shrugged  at  the  sentiment,  letting  the  smirk  seem  more  present  in  her  tone  than  her  features.  “  nothing  inconvenient  about  that.  ”

@xtrasensory​ // bonnie bennett

The last time he killed it was irritatingly messy. Blood in his hair, on his favorite shoes and dripping from the previously pristine leather jacket. He didn’t even get a meal out of the girl. There was no need to prolong her death as such. He could have done it swiftly and relatively painlessly, without her knowledge even, but perhaps in the end it was worth the ruined shoes. Rinse, repeat. Stefan takes a  blond girl to the back of a deserted alley and wastes no time to sink his fangs on her neck. Her eyes are wide and her pulse like lightning. Her dying gasp is in gratitude. It’s then, just when he starts to feel her heartbeat weakening, Stefan drops her. His head explodes in waves of pain. So awful that it makes him fall to his knees. 

there  would’ve  been  a  time  she’d  have  D E S P I S E D  having  to  do  this  to  him:  that  once  upon  a  time,  she’d  have  seen  her  friend  --  the  vampire  who’d  given  her  EMPATHY  for  the  species  that  had  torn  so  much  from  her  (  someone  that  had  taken  her  prejudice  and  dissolved  it  into  ash  ).  he  was  gone  now,  buried  beneath  compulsion  and  still  wearing  her  friends  face,  but  gone  nonetheless.   

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        Green eyes looked over at the hybrid before her . Something about him screamed wolf but something else as well . She couldn’t quite figure it out . Still , he seemed to be someone to be entertained by for the night .  Head tilted to the side considering she didn’t know what he had said . “  fríðr ? “  She repeated as best she could . 

       Davina noticed the evasion of her question . She didn’t push considering she didn’t know the guy and it didn’t really matter to her . “ Yeah , “ Davina finished her drink and set it on the bar . “ – I just started one actually . Picking cute guys who like to fight with anger issue . I hear a little roughness between the sheets is another good way to release pent up anger .” She smirked . Teasing the male before her ,  while also avoiding his question . Its not like he cared anyways . 

he  took  pride  in  his  E V A S I O N:  to  remain  unknown  had  become  easier  only  in  detail  over  the  centuries  but  the  rest  --  he  was  so  often  surprised  that  he  or  his  brother  hadn’t  had  better  murder  attempts  (  though  they’d  all  certainly  be  at  the  fault  of  his  rage  ).  “  beautiful.  ”  he  explained  with  no  change  to  his  tone,  perhaps  finding  a  little  comfort  in  the  few  beings  who  remained  unaware  of  old  norse  words;  as  often  as  the  good  slipped  into  his  translations.  so  did  the  bad  and  there  was  nothing  better  than  cursing  in  a  language  few  on  earth  knew. 

       since her arrival in the past, josie had done the best she could to adjust,  and up until now, she’d thought that she’d done a pretty good job at it – but seeing caroline in person for the first time and not having it be her caroline – her mother – that had seemed to send josie into an emotional meltdown. just as she did in her time when she got overwhelmed, josie found her way to the park and took up residence on a bench that was as far away from other people as possible. taking in and letting out one deep breath at a time, the young witch did her best to regain her composure – which she thankfully was able to do before she heard footsteps approaching. turning to face the source of the sound, she offered a weak smile and a delicate wave. ❝ hi. ❞ she hummed softly. ❝ don’t mind me, just getting some air. ❞

there  was  always  something  so   B I T T E R  about  small  towns:  about  the  reminders  they  seemed  to  raise  in  all  the  wrong  parts  of  his  brain...then  again  maybe  they  were  the  right  parts  (  he’d  lost  the  brevity  to  what  was  earnest  so  long  ago  now  ).  he’d  come  here  wanting  to  remain  a  shadow.  a  watchful  eye  to  ensure  his  sire  remained  undaggered;  there  had  been  quite  enough  collateral  to  last  another  thousand  lifetimes.   “  yes,  I  do  suppose  that’s  helpful  to  most...  ”  he  could  only  WISH  his  ailments  and  demons  were  so  easily  dulled.  charming  smile  taking  over  his  features  for  a  moment,  the  kind  offered  out  so  much  his  cheeks  would  hurt  if  he  could  feel  pain  so  easily.  he  was  going  to  leave  before  the  commotion  at  the  school,  before  his  path  had  been  reset  but  now  he  felt  it  best  to  plant  himself  here.  able  to  better  use  his  resources  to  understand  the  strange  creatures  that  happened  to  be  making  themselves  known  (  they  were  after  all  the  enemy  he  hadn’t  seen  coming  ).  “  mystic  falls  --  is  it  a  good  place  ?  ”  he  questioned  the  child,  curious  if  she  was  one  of  the  few  unaware  of  the  world  around  her  or  if  she’d  lie.  “  specifically  for  business  but  I  find  both  questions  important.  ” 

       She had always wondered what has become of her sons . If she had known Aethelwulf prolonged his life and still alive and around , tatia would have watched him . She would have watched both her sons and how they navigated the world as it changed . She was clever and smart enough to put two and two together once he spoke about ensuring their lives and protecting themselves . Its good to know that they still had each other . 

        “ I have no doubt in my mind that no matter what , I am proud of you , Aethelwulf . I am proud to have you as my son …” She watched his turmoils come to surface when he didn’t look at her . Losing her must have been hard . He was the closest to her and perhaps even when young she wondered if she had suffocated him with the love she held . Had she suffocated them both ? No matter what , tatia would always fight for them . Even against the gods themselves if odin presented himself against them . “ As my son , do not do that to yourself .” 

         when he finally looked up at her , tatia cupped his face . For some reason fearing this would be all but a dream or an illusion of her own making . “ It’s okay to let it all out … It is not weakness to show and express how you truly feel . “ 

though  he  could  hear  the  words,  he  R E F U S E D  to  place  them  next  to  himself;  if  she’d  seen  the  atrocities  he’d  committed,  how  often  his  rage  had  become  uncontrollable  then  even  as  his  mother  she  would  regret  having  uttered  words  like  proud  but  he  could  not  bring  himself  to  break  the  illusion  --  remaining  selfish  enough  to  save  her  from  all  of  it  (  was  that  not  what  a  loving  son  did  ?  ). 

        “ Unless forced to .” Hope pointed out . “ If I force your hand … “ Yet she knew it was a trait she herself had . She was a natural born leader , not a follower , and to hell to anyone who told her what to do . Especially where its concerning about her family .  “ He will accept you eventually . Even be someone he trusts once you prove yourself , you know … Dad left me in your care . “ Especially after he had passed . Freya was not only her aunt but her mentor as well . 

          “ We deserve more .” She said firmly. 

it  was   U N D E N I A B L E   and  yet,  where  others  who  use  it  as  an  insult,  she  could  only  fill  the  words  with  empathy:  a  kind  of  care  only  an  older  sister  could  have...or  an  aunt  “  so  much  like  your  father. ”   she  notes,  certain  the  words  would  resonate  though  she’d  remain  uncertain  in  which  way.  “  you  know  I  never  knew  him  when  we  were  children,  I  never  got  to  see  what  the  softer  sides  were  or  the  cruelty  he  endured;  his  existence  was  used  against  me  like  a  weapon,  ”  she  couldn’t  help  the  slither  of  sadness  because  that’s  the  knife  dahlia  wielded  and  stabbed  her  with  over  and  over  again  (  the  reminder  of  those  she’d  never  know  ).  “  i’d  heard  stories,  as  secretive  as  your  dad  was  centuries  ago,  there  was  always  a  witch  or  two  willing  to  talk  --  ruthless  and  so  much  rage... ”  words  she’d  heard  a  thousand  times.  “  but  that  could  only  ever  translate  to  scared  and  alone:  that  beneath  everything  your  father  wanted  the  world  to  see,  he  was  just  as  scared  as  the  rest  of  us  and  just  as  lost.  ”  

-

her words were met with a chuckle that pass kol’s lips. “not just a mikaelson… a tribrid… she’s a vampire. a werewolf and a witch..” kol stated to his sister. kol watched the female before frowning a little. when rebekah had first encountered freya she was asleep in the asylum in new orleans, but she was here… several years earlier… “hang on a minute… freya… how are you awake?” he questioned. “it was 2012 when you woke up…” perhaps the shift in power was the result in her awakening earlier. 

perhaps  if  she’d  been  more   S H E L T E R E D,  she’d  have  found  it  all  preposterous;  after  all,  their  brother  went  against  nature  itself  in  his  existence.  it  seemed  no  surprise  that  his  daughter  would  too  (  and  good  look  to  nature  in  any  attempt  they’d  make  against  them  ).  “  well,  it  seems  in  the  very  way  our  niece  defies  nature,  she  did  so  and  awakened  me....or  something  equally  as  powerful  did.  ”  she’d  admit  that  her  arrival  seemed  a  surprise  either  way,  there  had  been  no  intent  for  her  to  be  here.  so  finding  out  why,  also  meant  having  a  way  of  severing  all  ties  from  the  ropes  that  bound  her  (  things  were  going  to  work  differently  now  ).  “  then,  I  suppose,  i’m  not  the  freya  you  know  but  still  freya  nonetheless  and  one  that  will  still  need  her  family  for  all  that  is  to  pass  --  if  you’ll  accept  me.  ”

    pink lips pressed together, unimpressed at bonnie’s words. yes, there were people in town much older with more experience - but the fact they were pure evil was enough for caroline to know the two needed to stay as far away from them as possible. ❝  oh yeah, i’m sure they’d love to pitch in. i can already picture it - hey, would you help us? sure as long as you give over elena to be my personal blood bag. ❞ the blonde lowered her voice as gruff and man-like as she could before rolling her eyes.  ❝ face it bon, our best bet is alaric or even damon before them. ❞ 

she supposed she ought to be a little more leinant, as she’d already crossed paths with one of the original family members. rebekah hadn’t been that bad - in fact, considering the fact she had woken up to find her boyfriend was taken by someone else and it was a new decade the woman could be a lot worse. but still…the idea of asking any of them for help felt wrong.  ❝  i’m sure alaric must of researched other monsters when he was a vampire hunter….i vote him as our best bet. ❞

their  help  might  just  be   I M P O S S I B L E,  given  her  recent  choices:  that  should  they  go  to  asshole  incarnate,  it  wouldn’t  just  mean  a  bargain  it  would  mean  a  loss  of  DIGNITY  --  to  have  won  and  then  handed  the  trophy  back  as  if  all  the  effort  had  been  for  nothing.  so  while  she  hated  to  admit  it,  there  was  a  truth  to  what  her  best  friend  was  saying  (  that  they’d  need  to  go  through  the  rest  of  the  alphabet  of  plans  first  ). “  gotta  give  damon  some  credit;  ever  since  nice  stefan  went  bye  bye,  he’s  been  a  little  more...proactive  with  his  help.  ”  still  damon  but  a  damon  that  wasn’t  only  working  for  himself.  she  gave  a  small  shrug,  eyes  darting  over  in  the  blonde’s  direction.  “  worst  case  scenario,  I’m  always  happy  to  torture  an  original.  ”  mostly  a  joke  but  it  was  a  nice  thought. 

  The hero. He was never cut out to be the hero. With Stefan going off the rails Damon had to step up. He had to be the good guy getting everything back on track. It was something that he detested. Damon was the bad guy, the one to make the final decision, no matter who’s feelings he hurt, in order to get the best outcome. He was ruthless and cruel at times, he wasn’t like his brother. He wasn’t Stefan and it royally sucked. He needed Stefan to come back so that he could return to his normal habits. So that he could be the normal Damon. 

  This was how Damon found himself sitting on his couch, nursing some well-kept bourbon. He heard her before she even opened the door and said a word. He could only watch her with a brow raised and the bottle in his hand. “ You, a buzzkill? You could never. ” his voice was soft as he kept his eyes trained on her. His gaze tracked every movement as she moved through his house. He knew that she hated all of this as much as he did. “ Though I’m glad to know that you’ve finally sunk down to my level, by all means, grab a glass Bon Bon. Come and join me. ” he gave her a slightly sarcastic smile, not that he intended to but times were stressful. “ Do you really think that this won’t be one of the first places that our Care Bear tries to find you? I mean I’ll gladly hide you away but it’ll cost you. ”

even  she’d  admit  he’d D E F I E D  what  most  would’ve  expected:  that  despite  all  his  insecurities  about  showing  even  the  slightest  sign  of  ANY  redeemable  quality,  he’d  actually  managed  to  do  it  (  even  if  stefan  going  off  the  rails,  remained  his  excuse  ).  it  had  been  as  if  the  universe  had  pulled  a  freaky  friday,  undoubtedly  with  some  moral  lesson  attached  and  while  she  missed  the  stefan  she’d  become  good  friends  with...she  couldn’t  say  she  didn’t  like  the  way  his  loss  had  pushed  damon  into  being  better  --  positive  change,  right  ? 

      “cute . I can clearly see that .” A light chuckle escaped her lips , noting his confidence yet so much darkness under his tone and eyes . “ The type that likes a good fight to take out your temper .  Bringing the glass up to her lips , the brunette witched listened to him before setting the glass down on the bar . “— Luckily for them , you don’t . “ Davina thought that she made a good call on that . Police comes with a fight in the middle of the bar , no doubt they would close the bar at this close to the end of the night . she at least wanted to finish her drink before heading home . 

        “ So besides fighting what do you do for fun ?” 

he’d  have  called  her  a   P S Y C H I C,  if  he  didn’t  have  such  a  personal  understanding  of  what  that  was:  that  within  the  old  world.  so  many  had  an  intuition  and  so  many  remained  ignorant  to  tap  into  it  --  there  was  something  about  her  though. “  oh,  I  just  enjoy  a  good  fight.  any  release  remains  a  bonus,  fríðr.  ”  there’s  a  devilish  grin  at  her  conclusion.  while  she  seemed  good  at  reading  the  manipulated  truth  (  that  all  he  remained  was  another  angry  soul  seeking  a  fight  ),  she’d  found  success  right  at  the  end.  he’d  have  commended  her  for  that  much,  if  he’d  cared  more. 

“  exactly  what  we’re  doing  now.  ”  an  evasion  and  a  lie,  shaking  his  glass  as  a  means  to  confirm  himself.  he’d  never  enjoyed  surface  talk  that  demand  a  chance  to  dig  deeper,  to  allow  someone  in  where  no  one  had  been  allowed  for  years.  “ and  besides  stopping  fights  and  analysis,  I  assume  you  have  hobbies  ?  ”

location : outside police station.

featuring :  @xtrasensory​​ ( ansel )

     Zaya found the man to look familiar , yet was unaware that the male before her was in fact , klaus’ father . After all , she was oblivious about the supernatural and well , he looked young to have even had klaus if the thought even crossed her mind . Seeing him standing there , zaya went up to the male and offered a smile . “ Hey , are you lost ? Sorry , I’m only assuming since i never seen you in town before so I can help if you need any help “ She offered. 

it  remained  P E C U L I A R  in  his  mind,  that  people  seemed  so  generous  now;  he’d  only  ever  recall  the  distance  that  remained  between  his  pack  and  the  rest  of  the  village.  how  the  minds  of  those  with  no  abilities  remained  curious  but  their  curiosity  did  not  eliminate  their  fears  (  even  his  children  had  been  forbade  from  playing  with  those  who  were  not  like  them  ). 

-

Vincent wasn’t a very talkative person now a days, having closed himself off from everyone, believing it was the best way for him to keep himself sane. And away from the drama that the supernatural world brought along. It didn’t seem to work though, as much as he tried to stay away from it, it kept coming back, events surrounding him kept happening and screaming at him that it was the supernatural who had a hand in it. Like the fire at the school. Although, Vincent reminded himself that he couldn’t get involved, he didn’t want to get involved, not anymore. It was why he left New Orleans in the first place.

“It’s painful, very painful. But they have each other for support, they’ll get through the pain and the loss together. It’s a lot worse when you have to go through it all alone.” Vincent spoke from experience. His unborn child, losing Eva to the dark magic and her insanity, it all happened before his own eyes and there was nothing he could’ve done to stop it, even though he blames himself for everything, everyday. Vincent couldn’t stay in New Orleans and look at the faces of the families who had lost their children to Eva’s insanity. “Just looking for a fresh start, away from the ghosts of the past.” He closed the notebook and put it away inside his bag. “Are you a local?”

the  sheer  earnesty  of  his  situation  would  always  R E S O N A T E;  there  was  a  certain  kinship  to  those  who  could  understand  his  qualms,  that  while  he  may  have  a  few  complicated  details,  the  idea  of  being  able  to  escape  his  past  and  build  a  better  future  seemed  so...irresistible  (  as  if  time  no  longer  locked  him  in  a  cage,  giving  him  rules  regarding  what  he  could  and  could  not  do  ).  

he’d  admit  most  of  his  hopes  were  steeped  in  cynicism  --  imagining  acceptance  from  a  child  who  could  only  ever  perceive  him  as  the  father  who’d  been  unable  to  save  him:  to  protect  him  from  the  very  violent  acts  that  remained  key  ingredients  in  the  insecurities  and  fears  he’d  took  on.