KyloGlenn
either born in hell or heaven sent
@L e n n e ♥
It was dark when Gwen walked up the long stretch of driveway, towards what she was fairly certain was the Salvatore Boarding House. It wasn’t like she could show up at any other point of the day. She couldn’t step out into the sun, it was unbelievably painful. Her skin literally burned, and not the sunburn she used to get when she was out in the sun too long.
How Gwen ended up here was tough to explain. It was all a blur. A painful blur. She remembered walking home and then being grabbed. Something thick and metallic being forced down her throat, something she’d later recognize as blood. And then pain. Then she woke up in the hospital. The lights were too bright. She could hear the buzzing of them. The chatter of nurses. She thought she had heard the beat of her own heart. But it couldn’t have been just her own. It was so fast…it seemed to sound from everywhere.
Her gums ached and she had been so hungry. She was always so hungry.
The Georgia native shook her head as she found herself standing in front of large, wooden, double doors. She so desperately hoped this was the right place. All she could hear was the sounds from the woods. Birds, rustling leaves. She thought she heard the crackling of a fire, but that could be coming from anywhere.
Her hand reached for the knocker and she braced herself for the noise it would make when it came in contact with the door. The sound made her flinch and it almost immediately turned into a headache. ‘So loud.’ She could barely hear herself think.
She waited for the sound of approaching footsteps, hoping they’d come. Hoping the right people would answer. She needed help, desperately. Every time she looked at herself, looked at her bloodstained clothes, she was reminded of that.
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Klaus Mikaelson had access to all the human blood he wanted. He could get it without a struggle, all he had to do was compel an unsuspecting human once and he had them for as long as he wanted to keep them. Feed, give them his blood, feed. Rinse and repeat until he had to dispose of them. And then he’d replace them.
But now, that seemed to grow incredibly difficult to do with the residents of Mystic Falls breathing down his back all the time. He’d been too caught up in making his hybrids. Trying to keep the doppelgänger alive to keep making his hybrids. And in turn dealing with the Salvatores and Elena’s friends who didn’t want him to drain her of all her blood.
But now Elena was useless to him. Turned into a vampire, unfortunately. He couldn’t use her blood to make any more hybrids. And now all he had left was what remained of his hybrid pack, as he declared Rebekah as not his sister.
And the funny thing was, even though none of them had any use to him anymore, he still found himself winding up in their escapades. One of the downsides of living in a small town, he supposed. Or was it the downside of being in a town that attracted any and all dangerous supernaturals?
Either way. He’d gone too long without searching for that one person with a particularly delicious scent. Drinking the same blood for dinner every day had gotten boring. Borderline nauseating. He needed something new.
And so that’s what the Original had set out to do that night. There was that saying about shitting where you eat, but he’d well passed that line. Besides, he figured anyone stupid enough to be out at night in Mystic Falls was begging to be a meal.
The wind carried scents. The sounds of hearts beating. He waited for that perfect, mouth-watering whiff of someone's blood. And once he caught one particularly dizzying scent, he followed it. Let it lead him. All the way to a blonde-haired woman. The woman.
Who seemed to be having some car difficulties. How convenient for him.
“Having car troubles, sweetheart?” He asked as he approached. He hadn’t decided what he wanted to do with her yet, keep her or kill her. He supposed he’d decide after sampling her blood. See if it was really as sweet as she smelled.
It was dark when Gwen walked up the long stretch of driveway, towards what she was fairly certain was the Salvatore Boarding House. It wasn’t like she could show up at any other point of the day. She couldn’t step out into the sun, it was unbelievably painful. Her skin literally burned, and not the sunburn she used to get when she was out in the sun too long.
How Gwen ended up here was tough to explain. It was all a blur. A painful blur. She remembered walking home and then being grabbed. Something thick and metallic being forced down her throat, something she’d later recognize as blood. And then pain. Then she woke up in the hospital. The lights were too bright. She could hear the buzzing of them. The chatter of nurses. She thought she had heard the beat of her own heart. But it couldn’t have been just her own. It was so fast…it seemed to sound from everywhere.
Her gums ached and she had been so hungry. She was always so hungry.
The Georgia native shook her head as she found herself standing in front of large, wooden, double doors. She so desperately hoped this was the right place. All she could hear was the sounds from the woods. Birds, rustling leaves. She thought she heard the crackling of a fire, but that could be coming from anywhere.
Her hand reached for the knocker and she braced herself for the noise it would make when it came in contact with the door. The sound made her flinch and it almost immediately turned into a headache. ‘So loud.’ She could barely hear herself think.
She waited for the sound of approaching footsteps, hoping they’d come. Hoping the right people would answer. She needed help, desperately. Every time she looked at herself, looked at her bloodstained clothes, she was reminded of that.
-
Klaus Mikaelson had access to all the human blood he wanted. He could get it without a struggle, all he had to do was compel an unsuspecting human once and he had them for as long as he wanted to keep them. Feed, give them his blood, feed. Rinse and repeat until he had to dispose of them. And then he’d replace them.
But now, that seemed to grow incredibly difficult to do with the residents of Mystic Falls breathing down his back all the time. He’d been too caught up in making his hybrids. Trying to keep the doppelgänger alive to keep making his hybrids. And in turn dealing with the Salvatores and Elena’s friends who didn’t want him to drain her of all her blood.
But now Elena was useless to him. Turned into a vampire, unfortunately. He couldn’t use her blood to make any more hybrids. And now all he had left was what remained of his hybrid pack, as he declared Rebekah as not his sister.
And the funny thing was, even though none of them had any use to him anymore, he still found himself winding up in their escapades. One of the downsides of living in a small town, he supposed. Or was it the downside of being in a town that attracted any and all dangerous supernaturals?
Either way. He’d gone too long without searching for that one person with a particularly delicious scent. Drinking the same blood for dinner every day had gotten boring. Borderline nauseating. He needed something new.
And so that’s what the Original had set out to do that night. There was that saying about shitting where you eat, but he’d well passed that line. Besides, he figured anyone stupid enough to be out at night in Mystic Falls was begging to be a meal.
The wind carried scents. The sounds of hearts beating. He waited for that perfect, mouth-watering whiff of someone's blood. And once he caught one particularly dizzying scent, he followed it. Let it lead him. All the way to a blonde-haired woman. The woman.
Who seemed to be having some car difficulties. How convenient for him.
“Having car troubles, sweetheart?” He asked as he approached. He hadn’t decided what he wanted to do with her yet, keep her or kill her. He supposed he’d decide after sampling her blood. See if it was really as sweet as she smelled.
