So I don’t really know what this is, The Originals came back on last night and I came up with the idea, but I was thinking that I may turn it into a sort of Vampire!Jimin series, so this is the first long part (6742 words) of the series, so enjoy~
It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Not at all, not in the slightest. You were only supposed to come back to this city after so many years on a personal errand, to hunt down someone in your inner circle who had betrayed you, Julius was his name. He had betrayed you and told an outsider your plans, so as the leader and the oldest of your coven, it was your responsibility to make sure that the traitor paid for his treachery with his life.
You weren’t supposed to come back here and fall hopelessly in love. With a mortal nonetheless. Just thinking about that word- love- made your stomach turn in disgust and your spine crawl in antipathy. How weak it was of you. You were over one thousand years old, a pure monster that hunted in the shadows of the night, tracking down those who brought harm to your bloodline, feeding on innocent souls, enjoying the adrenaline rush that coursed through your veins as the life was sucked out of theirs. In your long, long lifetime, you thought you had accomplished the skill of not letting yourself have feelings for anyone, especially mere mortals, not letting yourself fall for their ridiculous and maudlin charms- they did not work on you, or they hadn’t worked on you with any other human. So why was it so different with him?
Can we just talk about how, over NINE MONTHS of continuous psychological torture, Shaw’s feelings and loyalty towards Root have remained constant? Samaritan has made 6742 attempts to break Shaw and Every. Single. Time. it fails because Shaw cares about saving Root more than she cares about herself. She doesn’t feel things like other people do, but God, she cares with a ferocity that could rival any traditional understanding of love.
That’s a fucked up situation… After so much time we’ve not REALLY talked anymore you’re still so fuckin important to me. You’re like a wound that’s healed in a wrong way. You’re still there, the unsolved case. That wasn’t supposed to and up that way. And still, I can’t talk to you either. Besides this all, my life still doesn’t make sense. I’ve no passions, no friends, I’m lazy and easily get depressive. I’m ashamed of myself.
So here we go. Under the cut you will find a extensive analysis of 6,741. Everything that i noticed, my explanation of what happened and theories about what it means for Shaw’s future. It’s only my personal opinion and once again, i’m French so my level of English is far from being perfect. It’s a long ass post and i’m not sure it makes any sense.