[Starter for @BulgarianVixen]
Elijah had been MIA for a couple of weeks now. It was often he avoided me like the plague but I was in desperate need of my brother's assistant and neither Kol nor Rebekah would be suitable for what I needed. I had him tracked down through →
@BulgarianVixen ← was not of my concern.
I blurred from the lounge area into the bedroom. I focused on the scent of my brother. He had certainly been here... His scent was wrapped up with the honeysuckle.
"When did my brother leave?" I scowled as I continued to face the bedroom. I knew →
[Starter for @EldestOccult]
I stormed through the Mikaelson mansion on the edge of Mystic Falls. As much as I enjoyed the company of my freshly un-daggered siblings, it pained me that nothing was properly prepared for their arrival. Now Finn was dead, Kol fled, Elijah was →
@EldestOccult ← should think again. Blonde or not, you are smarter than that," I muttered. I did know what, or should I say who, she was referring to but I did not need to entertain that idea right now. Everything was already falling apart and I did not need something else to be concerned →
@BulgarianVixen ← myself at the vampire, and pinned her against the wall. My fingers curled around her slender neck. She kept her neat fingers around the towel. "Where is my brother?" I asked in a foul tone. It was angry and yet calm as I tried to compose myself. It was not my fault Elijah →
[Starter for @EzraVillareal]
"You know," I made my presence known as I took my prize stool in Rousseau's bar. "Not many people have the courage to sit next to my seat in this place." I eyed the bartender who knew to keep my seat unoccupied. She nodded her head and immediately →
@EzraVillareal I pondered for a moment and nodded my head. "A clever young wolf. It certainly could be," I was not going to disagree. "But I hate to waste time, so if you wish for an audience, might I suggest you hurry up?"
The blonde bartender came over with a smile and placed my glass of →
← various sources, leading me to a penthouse suite at a plush in Miami. It was hardly the place I would consider my stuck up brother to go visiting...
I didn't bother stopping at Reception. I blurred my way up to the top floor and burst into the door.
My senses were →
← went to pour me a glass of her finest scotch.
"It must mean one of two things," I continued, facing the young boy who was sitting beside me. "One, you wish to meet with me. Or two, you are an unassuming tourist who happens to choose the most supernatural orientated bar in →
@GlowingPurity ← bore you. Besides, I think I might take some vacation days and spend more time with you..." It was very forward of me, and in all honesty, my business involved her. For some reason, I wanted to work for it, as opposed to compelling her companionship.
[Starter for @GlowingPurity]
It has been a long time since I set foot in Mystic Falls. This place was once my home many centuries ago. A place of naive and traumatic memories. It was strange to be back in modern times. I had learnt of the doppelganger nearby and in my →
@GlowingPurity ← but that was only natural.
I eyed her closely, just as her ears were captured by my unusual accent. I could have put on an American twang but that never quite did it for the ladies.
"Honestly sweetheart, I have business in town. It is quite dull and I would not wish to →