[She's played pretty nice so far. Maybe she's waiting for an opening, maybe she really just doesn't want to get caught.
Or maybe, this whole latern thing hits a little too close to home.
She'd seen them glowing from a distance and headed out to investigate. She remembers lighting her own latern for her father. Tyler's. Everyone else lit their own, for Alaric and Jenna and uncountable others.
She knows what Elena say, what Klaus would say, if they'd managed to get her here. She should light one for her Mom, solidify even further that she's alone, an orphan, that' she has no family left.
Or she could just eat this poor boy that decided to catch her attention and wave at her. Surely doing something horrible, feeding her bloodlust, would make that tiny twinge of pain fade away into the background, help her focus on pretending that it doesn't exist. To a vampire with no humanity, that seemed like the perfect solution.
Leading him away from the group is too easy, and as she reaches for him, guides his eyes to hers, her pupils constrict and she bends her will on him, smiling sweetly, even as her eyes start to fill with blood, her whites appearing almost pitch black in the darkness, the veins below shuddering beneath the skin. The tips of her fangs are stark white as they appear below her top lip when she speaks.]
Don't run. Don't scream.
[She doesn't take away his fear; she wants his heart to race, she wants him to be afraid, she wants him to squirm. Her grip tightens painfully on his shoulder, her other hand threads into his hair and pulls his head to the side, exposing his throat.
She bites with the speed of a striking cobra. It hurts. She doesn't care.]
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Or maybe, this whole latern thing hits a little too close to home.
She'd seen them glowing from a distance and headed out to investigate. She remembers lighting her own latern for her father. Tyler's. Everyone else lit their own, for Alaric and Jenna and uncountable others.
She knows what Elena say, what Klaus would say, if they'd managed to get her here. She should light one for her Mom, solidify even further that she's alone, an orphan, that' she has no family left.
Or she could just eat this poor boy that decided to catch her attention and wave at her. Surely doing something horrible, feeding her bloodlust, would make that tiny twinge of pain fade away into the background, help her focus on pretending that it doesn't exist. To a vampire with no humanity, that seemed like the perfect solution.
Leading him away from the group is too easy, and as she reaches for him, guides his eyes to hers, her pupils constrict and she bends her will on him, smiling sweetly, even as her eyes start to fill with blood, her whites appearing almost pitch black in the darkness, the veins below shuddering beneath the skin. The tips of her fangs are stark white as they appear below her top lip when she speaks.]
Don't run. Don't scream.
[She doesn't take away his fear; she wants his heart to race, she wants him to be afraid, she wants him to squirm. Her grip tightens painfully on his shoulder, her other hand threads into his hair and pulls his head to the side, exposing his throat.
She bites with the speed of a striking cobra. It hurts. She doesn't care.]