𝘊𝘈𝘙𝘌 —

the good vampire

[𝘊𝘈𝘙𝘌 — @OFBLONDEFANGS]

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𝘾𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙁𝙤𝙧𝙗𝙚𝙨—

“𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵”

[𝘊𝘈𝘙𝘌 — @OFBLONDEFANGS]

You’re looking at her.

[𝑲𝑳𝑨𝑼𝑺 .ᐟ @UNHlNGEDHYBRlD]

of course . who is to punish me ?

[𝘊𝘈𝘙𝘌 — @OFBLONDEFANGS]

You’re willing to risk that right now?

[𝑲𝑳𝑨𝑼𝑺 .ᐟ @UNHlNGEDHYBRlD]

maybe someone you love. .

just to prove a point.

[𝘊𝘈𝘙𝘌 — @OFBLONDEFANGS]

Who’s the (un)lucky person?

[𝑲𝑳𝑨𝑼𝑺 .ᐟ @UNHlNGEDHYBRlD]

it’s a want that quickly turned into a need .

[𝘊𝘈𝘙𝘌 — @OFBLONDEFANGS]

Need to or want to—?

[𝑲𝑳𝑨𝑼𝑺 .ᐟ @UNHlNGEDHYBRlD]

i need to make an example out of someone first .

[𝘊𝘈𝘙𝘌 — @OFBLONDEFANGS]

That’s not yes or no…

[𝑲𝑳𝑨𝑼𝑺 .ᐟ @UNHlNGEDHYBRlD]

well —

[𝘊𝘈𝘙𝘌 — @OFBLONDEFANGS]

If I say yes, will you behave?

[𝑲𝑳𝑨𝑼𝑺 .ᐟ @UNHlNGEDHYBRlD]

miss me at all ?

[𝘊𝘈𝘙𝘌 — @OFBLONDEFANGS]

Long time, no see.

[𝑲𝑳𝑨𝑼𝑺 .ᐟ @UNHlNGEDHYBRlD]

he’s 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 —

[𝘊𝘈𝘙𝘌 — @OFBLONDEFANGS]

gazing to his.

“I think we’ve both saved one another at different times…I think we’d be foolish to both deny there’s something else underneath the many complex layers,” she lets out a quiet chuckle, her hand slowly dropping from his cheek.

[𝘊𝘈𝘙𝘌 — @OFBLONDEFANGS]

She sends a softened grin over to him now, biting her cheek to keep from grinning wider.

“I’m aware you’re not afraid—I don’t think you’re afraid of anyone in this world honestly—“ she says noticing how much closer he’d gotten.

Call it nostalgia, or call it the weakness

[𝑲𝑳𝑨𝑼𝑺 .ᐟ @UNHlNGEDHYBRlD]

he snorts at the mentions of him being jealous, though she had hit the nail right on the head. usually he’d have nothing to fear when it came to the likes of tyler but. . he had the privilege of a relationship with her while he — he was sure that they had sex
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[𝘊𝘈𝘙𝘌 — @OFBLONDEFANGS]

that drew her toward him too—she couldn’t stop herself.

“I don’t really know either, we play this little game with one another and I think—“ she pauses, her hand coming up to cup his cheek for a moment.

“ I think under different circumstances—“ she trails off, her eyes

[𝘊𝘈𝘙𝘌 — @OFBLONDEFANGS]

;; the way this didn’t send til now 😒

[𝘊𝘈𝘙𝘌 — @OFBLONDEFANGS]

She scoffs at the mention of one of her exes—shooting a (semi) playful glare his way.

“We are friends now—I don’t think he’d necessarily come running..” she turns to face him, “But it is cute when you’re jealous,” she teases back.

“Look we—slept together so…it would be stupid

[𝑲𝑳𝑨𝑼𝑺 .ᐟ @UNHlNGEDHYBRlD]

he couldn’t help the eye roll at her rebuttal, knowing that was the furthest from the truth.

“so you mean to tell me tyler lockwood wouldn’t come running the moment you called?”

he did notice the rosiness of her cheeks, a small smile starting to grow amongst his
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[𝘊𝘈𝘙𝘌 — @OFBLONDEFANGS]

to say you mean nothing to me,” she ignores her heart fluttering.

“I think we’ve been through way too much together for you to believe that you mean nothing to me,” she admits, her tone softening as she can feel the gravitational pull they always seem to have toward one another.

[𝘊𝘈𝘙𝘌 — @OFBLONDEFANGS]

a friend.

“I—didn’t say I don’t feel anything,” she murmurs, clearing her throat and clearing her throat softly.

[𝘊𝘈𝘙𝘌 — @OFBLONDEFANGS]

She furrows her brows a moment with a quiet huff—

“I don’t have /that/ many suitors,” she argued back trying to avoid his intense gaze. If she looked up at him he’d see the pink in her cheeks, a dead giveaway of just how much she hadn’t thought of him as

[𝑲𝑳𝑨𝑼𝑺 .ᐟ @UNHlNGEDHYBRlD]

he listened to each and every word, hung on every syllable. he knew that he didn’t deserve her kindness, even now but —

he scowled at the mention of him being a ‘friend’ huffing as he gave her a pleading look.

“so out of all those suitors, you look at me
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[𝘊𝘈𝘙𝘌 — @OFBLONDEFANGS]

starting to see that having some kind of emotions—even if it’s just for a select few—that it’s not a bad thing,” she adds.

Sure she was rambling, blame that on the alcohol as well, “To answer your question—just having a drink with friend,” she says quietly.

[𝘊𝘈𝘙𝘌 — @OFBLONDEFANGS]

“I used to feel sorry for you,” she admits, and it was the truth. She pitied that he couldn’t understand how much hurt he’d caused to her friends—to people she cared about.

“But I think in the time I’ve met you—whether you want to admit it or not…I think you’re

[𝑲𝑳𝑨𝑼𝑺 .ᐟ @UNHlNGEDHYBRlD]

he too laughs. but not because he found anything she said humorous. she knew that she was one of the few people he showed affections for. she knew how to play on his emotions and yet. . he couldn’t blame her for it.

“yes, well. .” he begins to pace again, his
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[𝘊𝘈𝘙𝘌 — @OFBLONDEFANGS]

“I . . .dont know if I’m being completely truthful—I don’t know if I can stop caring. Even for you—“ she admits, albeit the alcohol making her a bit more open anyways.

“Maybe something pulls us back to one another,” she laughs shaking her head.

[𝘊𝘈𝘙𝘌 — @OFBLONDEFANGS]

She truthfully didn’t have a straight answer for him. It wasn’t like she could even explain it herself.

Knowing something could be bad for you yet never fully leaving it, it was a cycle, a roller coaster ride and for some reason—she couldn’t get off of it.

[𝑲𝑳𝑨𝑼𝑺 .ᐟ @UNHlNGEDHYBRlD]

his eyes meet hers and again, it’s as if the rage and anger is washed away — like it never existed.

he inhales deeply before he steps out of her reach. he was scared of people getting to close to understand the real him. that he was so much more complicated than
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[𝘊𝘈𝘙𝘌 — @OFBLONDEFANGS]

“If that were the case, we wouldn’t have a half empty bottle of whiskey in our hands—now do you want to talk about it and try to feel better?” She says in a much more tranquil tone, eyes fixated up at his own.

[𝘊𝘈𝘙𝘌 — @OFBLONDEFANGS]

She can feel the softened tension between the two of them. No, she hasn’t always agreed with him, nor his decisions.

But something always drew her back, made her stop and really want to know the man behind the facade he played to the masses.

[𝑲𝑳𝑨𝑼𝑺 .ᐟ @UNHlNGEDHYBRlD]

any other would’ve had their hand torn clean off but — he’d always held a certain softness for the blonde. even if it wasn’t always reciprocated by her.

but he does settle, shoulders dropping ever so slightly.

“. . there’s nothing to speak about.”