but what if the roles were reversed and Simon was turned first
<b>Raphael:</b> *digs his way out of his grave frantic and thirsty*<p/><b>Simon:</b> *wearing a "welcome to the darkside we have blood bags" tshirt and sunglasses at night, makes 47 vampire puns and tries to casually toss Raphael a bloodbag but misses by a mile and hits a random headstone*<p/><b>Raphael:</b> *reverse digs himself back into his grave*<p/></p>
So our party got ambushed in the middle of the night by a bunch of vampires while we were sleeping in an inn. Our Elf Fighter got bitten, and turned into a vampire. The DM made his new goal to satiate his blood lust by attempting to kill his own party members.
Fighter (Vampire): I grab (Cleric) by the wrist and try to bite their neck quickly.
DM: Roll to see if it hits.
Fighter (Vampire): *Rolls a Nat 1*
DM: You not only miss, but you also end up biting your own arm instead. Take 5 damage.
Fighter (Vampire): Oh come on!
Later, the same Elf Fighter tried to steal a horse in its stables, to chase after the other party members as they fled.
DM: There’s two horses left, both untrusting of your intrusion. Roll for animal handling to get on one.
Fighter (Vampire): *Rolls a 4*
DM: Ok, while the horse didn’t try to hurt you, it quickly reared back and fled the moment you touched it.
Fighter (Vampire): Of course it did.. Of course. Can I roll to try the other one?
DM: *The DM is laughing by this point* Sure man.
Fighter (Vampire): *Rolls a 2* Why??
DM: So.. This one does try to bite you.
Fighter (Vampire): WHY DOES EVERYTHING I TOUCH GO HORRIBLY WRONG??
okay so my genius of a best friend just pretty much figured out what the hell just happened: stefan died and gave the cure to damon, obviously. delena got married and there was like a time jump or something to when they were walking down the street and damon just disappeared, that’s when damon died. then, elena sees the house and her family and that’s a sign that she died and basically all 3 of them died over a period of time and i am so at peace with that. the three main characters of this show being gone by the end without having the other characters mourn over it and go on with their lives and stefan has a lot to do with it. it also proves that no matter what damon goes back to stefan no matter what. it ALSO proves that stefan is for sure the main character of this freaking show because he started all of these characters lives and how they turned around mystic falls.
i don’t know but after this i’m satisfied with how the finale went down and i sobbed my eyes out the whole time.
ALSO BONNIE FREAKING BENNETT IS FINALLY HAPPY AND LIFE IS GOING GOOD FOR HER GOOD NIGHT.
My legs couldn’t possibly move any faster but I tried anyway.
I couldn’t remember what I was running from, all I knew was that it struck fear in every vein in my body.
“Paul!” I screamed, pushing up the incline that the forest provided.
“Paul!” I screamed again, tears flowing freely down my face.
I kept running, and running but I knew this entity was gaining on me. I felt its presence along my back, felt it’s heavy breathing on my neck.
“Paul!” I screamed one last time before the entity snaked its hand around my throat.
I woke up drenched in sweat. My pajamas sticking to every inch of my body.
“Shit.” I muttered into the empty room.
I grabbed my phone to look at the time.
‘1:22 am.’ I thought.
It was almost time for Paul to get off from patrols and I couldn’t let him see me like this. The man goes out every night looking for vampires for crying out loud, the last thing he needed after yet another long night was coming to see me and me panicking over a nightmare.
I got some fresh clothes and headed to the bathroom to rinse myself from the disgusting amount of sweat the nightmare produced.
When I got out, Paul was climbing through my bedroom window.
“Hey, baby.” he greeted, nearly knocking himself out on the window pane.
“Hey.” I greeted, trying my hardest not to let the terror I just went through show.
“You okay?” he asked, sitting himself at his usual seat along my bedroom wall.
“Yeah, I’m fine. I just haven’t been to sleep yet.” I lied, walking over to him.
I was welcomed by open arms and gladly leaped into them, wrapping my arms around his inferno of a torso.
I was just getting comfortable, finding solace in the presence of Paul and the unusual silence he brought with him tonight.
“Y/N, you’re shaking.” he whispered, taking my hand in his.
It was then I realized that I was in fact shaking, and I couldn’t even stop it.
“Y/N, baby, tell me what’s wrong.” he urged, turning to face me, stroking his thumb over my cheek.
“It was just a dumb ass nightmare.” I answered, my voice coming out too hoarse to sound even remotely convincing.
“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked, pulling me back into him.
“No.” I answered honestly, burying my face deeper into his chest. My tears starting to drench his shirt.
“Okay. Then, we’ll just sit here.” he said, pressing a kiss to my forehead.
“No, Paul, baby you need to sleep. I’ll be fine, it was just a nightmare.” I said, trying to wiggle out from his embrace.
“What I need is for you to be okay. You don’t need worry about me okay, baby? You just let me take care of you. As long as you’re okay? I’ll be perfectly fine.” he said, pressing a gentle yet passionate kiss to my lips.
And that’s the last thing I remember before drifting off into a perfect, dreamless sleep.