but i cant close the window

The Ripper

Originally posted by pretty-originals-diaries

        Stefan x Reader(vampire) 

    “Y/N! Stop!” You heard Stefan yell just as you were getting to the good part of your meal. You released your teeth from the mans neck and just glared at Stefan with a look that could kill. 

         “What.” You were angry now. You shoved the man away from you and made your way towards Stefan. You didn’t quite know why you were so angry, but you didn’t care, you had thrown care out the window a long time ago. “I’ve got 300 years on you Stefan, don’t tell me what to do.” You snarled. 

       Stefan stood his ground no matter how close you got to him, he stood still. “You don’t have too be like this Y/N. I can help you.” His words made you laugh. 

       “You think, you can help me. Your full of shit. I have been a ripper for far to long, Stefan, you cant turn it off, you just can’t.”  His hard stare softened, but his body was still ridged. 

         “I can help you, you just have to let me.” He sounded almost like he was pleading, but you knew he couldn’t possibly care that much for you.  

         You turned away from him and looked at your meal. The man was still standing there with blood pouring from his neck, you were honestly surprised he was still standing. While watching the man bleed, you had an idea. Stefan couldn’t win you over, but maybe you could win him.   

         “Stefan, do you know what its like too not have one care in the world?” You said coming close to him again. “Turn it off, Stefan, turn it off.” You place your hands on his cheeks, in hopes that your touch would help persuade him. 

         “I cant do that.” He shook his head and took your hands from his face. “I can’t do that.” It sounded as if he was trying to convince himself that he couldn’t. 

        “Just a month, be with me for just a month. Then you can turn if back on, and maybe I will too.” That promise was empty. You were never turning you humanity back on. You gazed into his eyes. You could see how hard he was thinking about this, but at least he was considering it.  

         “If I do this, we cant hurt any of the people I care about.” He said weakly. You were okay with that simply because you did’t really kill for sport, you killed for food. 

         “Fine, just be with me Stefan.” You were pleading now. Having Stefan by your side would be the best thing that has ever happened to you.

    You saw him do it. You saw his guard drop. You saw his humanity leave his mind. Honestly  you didn’t think you could break him, but you did. You won. 

        “Try this on, she is delicious.” Stefan said and he swung the girl into your arms. You took a bite like he said and he was right. Her blood had a strange sweetness to it. 

        “She must be Vegan.” You said with a grin. He smiled and made his way over to you. He warped his strong arms around you and kissed you. The fresh blood on his mouth was getting all over you, but you weren’t sure if you cared. 

        “ Should we clean up our mess?” you asked as his lips moved to your neck. You looked around at the 3 bodies scattered across the room. 

        “We probably should if we want to keep Damon off our trail.” He pulled away and looked me in the eyes. “But, yet again if we clean this up no one will see our glorious work.” He smiled. 

        “I say we leave it.” You said throwing your arms around his neck. 

         “Well then we leave it.” He said. He kissed you one last time before running with you out of the dorm room. 


      You rolled over on the bed to face Stefan. “Turn on the news.” You smiled knowing that word of your elaborate dinning sessions must had made it to at least the local news station. 

      Once the TV came on, the first thing you saw was ‘Killers Strike Northern Virginia’ You smiled and rolled over onto Stefan. “Look at that we finally mad it to TV.” 

       “You do realize that within a few days, Damon will be hear begging me to turn it back on.” Stefan said resting his hands on my cheeks. 

        “Well then we will just have to get him to join us.” You smiled. 


A/N: Sorry its kinda of short, but if you want a part 2 all you gotta do is ask. :) I hope you enjoyed. 

ALONE

My longest relationship has been with the open road

And i cant help but think what a shame that is

Laying in a cold rack on my back staring up

Into a colder, dark ceiling like whats the point

A cracked window relays voices of those

Midnight dancers and late night lovers

How I envy them the feel of touch

They’ll know each other tonight

Yet I only thing that I know

Closed eyes of a rushed life leads

To a heart robbed and dying alone.

No sweet words or tinder caresses required

No one remembers the Bastard Son.

My longest relationship has been with the open road

And I cant help but think what a shame that is.

@xxmcmcx

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 Review : This piece is tragically beautiful and I like how the ending mirrors the beginning; it gives it a sense of closure. One thing to note is to double check your spelling. Otherwise, lovely piece. Keep on writing ❤

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Ian could not stop shaking he was so excited. Fingers curled tightly around the seat belt, watching the streets go by. He knew they were getting close to their home, and he couldnt be more excited. Not even with the bags on his lap, and Yevgeny snoring in the back seat. He was going to see everyone again. The redhead could not wait to see how big Franny got. “You think everyones gonna be home?” He asked Mickey, eyes glued out the window. “I cant wait to see everyone. I wonder how Franny is doing? You think she’s walkin’ yet? I bet she is.” He gushed as Mandy begged him to stop talking. “Fuck you, I’m excited to go home. See my family. I havent seen them in forever. I am even excited to fuckin’ see Frank.”

ALONE

My longest relationship has been with the open road

And i cant help but think what a shame that is

Laying in a cold rack on my back staring up

Into a colder, dark ceiling like whats the point

A cracked window relays voices of those

Midnight dancers and late night lovers

How I envy them the feel of touch

They’ll know each other tonight

Yet I only thing that I know

Closed eyes of a rushed life leads

To a heart robbed and dying alone.

No sweet words or tinder caresses required

No one remembers the Bastard Son.

My longest relationship has been with the open road

And I cant help but think what a shame that is.

Kveta was lounging on the windowsill of a back bedroom window, three stories above the ground. It was a far drop if she made so much of a wrong move– one that would probably put an end of her misery. She canted her head, almost tempted. Instead she tipped her head back against the wall as she blew out a cloud of smoke. The ashes she watched as they floated off to wherever the wind would take it. They reminded her of the pieces of her soul which she felt she had left as she traveled around the city, though she really longed to get out of here and see what the world around her might hold.

A sound from down the hall caught her attention. Golden hues glanced towards the doorway. Sure she was squatting and there was a high possibility that it could just be a junkie, or another random homeless person, looking for shelter. Still, she could never be too careful. She was a girl on her own, and a small one at that. People often liked to over estimate her, thinking they could get the up and up on her. But she wouldn’t let herself get caught by some creeper who came to abandoned houses for shits and giggles. Didn’t they know people were trying to rest here?

“Goddammit.” She muttered under her breath. Kveta put out her cigarette out on the window and tossed the stub out the window. She hopped down on to the floor and tied her hair back. “Lis'en, I ain’ wanna figh’, so eit'er show yewr face or ge’ t'e fuck outta my ‘ome, yeah? Bu’ I ain’ afraid ya 'and yew yewr ass if yew t'ink I’s jokin’.” Her voice was bold– clear and loud as she called out to whoever dared to come into her room.

@perfectxenemy

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the actual show was incredible and my friend and i were singing along to a muse song before it started when dan tweeted that tweet and i almost cried again because we made him feel something. i screamed so loud so much and my voice is probably dead but i dont really care because they are amazing. i met so many internet friends and bonded with people while waiting in line bc dan and phil bring people together.

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love you
@danisnotonfire
@amazingphil