Imagine: In 1919, while looking for ripper Stefan, who went missing nearly a year ago, you have a very pleasant meeting with one the oldest vampires in existence: Klaus Mikaelson.
Warnings: slight smut, bad words and, oh, well, it’s a vampire imagine, there’s gotta be a little blood. haha
N/A - Not quite as you requested, but I hope you like the same way, anon. :) Also, you guys could read this while listening to Sparks Fly by Taylor Swift. I heard it repeatedly when I was writing this one.
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am aware of the promise I made to sent you a letter every month, so
you know that I’m alive, but things have been a bit messy lately.
Moving from one place to another has not given me much time to write;
actually, my only true focus is finding our brother and getting him
back to his oldself. Perhaps I’ll be able to do that
here in New Orleans, which, by the way, is a wonderful city. You
should be here to see the night lights and cheerful dances.
shucks! That reminded me I have got to meet up with my friend Lexi in
twenty minutes at this famous pub. Apparently, the Original family is
here (yes, the one who created all other vampires) and goes there
every evening, she thought it would be a cool way to blow off some
steam while we don’t find Stefan.
might have a solid point.
I will not extend myself, for I have to leave, however, don’t worry
about me, everything is fine and I got the feeling this it. So, soon
enough, we’ll be joining you in Paris.
miss like crazy those cold winter days…
kisses and hugs to you from your loving sister
dropped the exquisite pen on the table and sighed, thinking that what
you were telling him was more than enough. Sure Damon would be
pleased to hear you were still breathing, because, in his mind,
chasing emotionless Stefan was dead end job. Not that he was wrong,
but you were never the kind of girl who would leave someone behind,
especially if that someone was your own flash and blood.
Salvatore!” A voice cut through the silence of your house. “I
can’t believe you’re not ready yet.”
Lexi.” You smiled and stood up, moving smoothly towards the
majestic mahogany wood wardrobe. “I completely forgot we were
supposed to go out tonight! That’s why I’m not…”
not making any.” This time an angry huff slipped, as you
diverted your eyes to the well hung dresses, not being sure which one
you were going to pick.
blonde woman, who was with arms crossed against the wall next to your
door’s bedroom, rolled her eyes and cave in, as usual, approaching to
help you get dressed. She always had a good eye for those stuff,
making anyone advised by her look hauntinly fabulous.
short time later, after your friend decided what was suitable for the
place, you stared yourself in the mirror, feeling ready to steal any
man’s heart because the baby pink gown you had on highlighted your
every curve, also giving an insinuating gleam to your once innocent
traits. Absolutely perfect to a girls night out.
should go.” Lexi blurted out, after checking on the huge clock
placed in one corner. “It’s getting late.”
sure that doesn’t matter” Your reply was gentle, as you worked
on your Y/H/C wild curls. “But if it means that much to you, we
can go now. And, maybe, we’ll find Stefan there, or at least a lead
on his whereabouts.”
no.” The girl rolled her eyes, shaking her head. “We’re
shutting off the ‘get my baby brother back’ thing for a night.”
Don’t argue with me.” Now her index finger was pointed sharply
on your face. “And listen: I know you love him and that he is
very important. However, not everything is about Stefan. Or Damon.
You are your own person, so live a bit and enjoy the pleasures of
you were not able to shout out a rude response. Instead, after a
couple of minutes, you exhaled tiredly and nodded, agreeing that she
was right. Lexi squeezed the nude skin of your shoulder and you
glanced at her, finding her so sweet and so comforting brown eyes.
we please have some fun now?”
that’s the Y/N I know.”
two shared a quick laugh and left the cosy pension room, going to
your natural habitat: the darkness.
Dear Diary, love bites. Sometimes it can make you feel like it’s the greatest thing in the world, it can make you feel safe, it can make you forget everything, like you could start all over again. But love can also make you feel out of control, scared, like it’s eating away at you ‘til there’s nothing left. Love really sucks.