whatever-willbe-willbe asked: plllleassse continue with the nian fanfic i love it!! xxx
Awww thank you darling. I will I promise. My semester is almost over so I have all summer to write. ; )
mariebg asked: Are you going to continue the Nian fanfic? I really hope you do, Nian fanfics are very rare, and this one is incredibly cute :)
Awww thank you so much! Yes I plan on continuing it at some point. <3
Debekah - 3x18
My take on the Debekah torture scene in 3x18. Contains Smut and dark themes. Some lines are taken from the episode and the rest are my own. Enjoy. ;) xoxo
Hearing the crunch of bone she flinched slightly but would never allowing him to see. No, this had to be as intense as possible and as wicked as she had dreamt the night before. He groaned in pain as she closed the bear traps over his wrists keeping them in place. The traps had been attached to chains that hung from the ceiling, a crafty attempt at restraints. “I found them in the shed,” the blonde vampire spat, “What kind of monster would trap a poor defenseless animal?” She turned on her heal and clicked her way over to the table against the wall. Rolling her eyes as she heard him speak a smirk taking to her lips. “I’ve got to admit,” he began, “even for me this is a little kinky.” Of course he would make a comment like that, she thought, picking up the sharpened knife on the table. “You pretended to be interested in me,” she replied, ignoring his comment, “then you slept with me, so your trampy friend Sage could steal my thoughts.” Walking behind the raven-haired vampire, her heeled boots still clicking against the marbled floor. “Ever since then,” she continued, getting closer to face him, “I’ve had this incessant need to one up you.” Licking her lips as she was finally in front of him, “So I’ve decided to bleed the vervain from your system.” Her green eyes pierced into his ocean spheres, her dainty hands ripping open his blue dress shirt, the buttons popping off and cascading to the floor. A moan of pleasure omitting from his lips, sending chills throughout her body. Having to remind herself not to crack, at least not yet. Starting under his collarbone, she slid the knife across his chest watching the crimson current of his delectable blood fall from the cut. Once again he groaned, a mixture of pain and pleasure, gritting his teeth. A smirk hit his lips when she pulled the blade away, “You wanna compel me to be your boyfriend?” She shook her head, a smug smile lighting her lips, “We both know I don’t need to compel you to get what I want, Damon. However, bleeding you may take awhile, we should probably stick to the major arteries.” Placing the blade against his neck, she cut downward, the red-hot liquid rippling quickly from his wounds. Both vampires moaned in desire, the sight of his blood sent pooling heat to her core. Stepping a bit closer to his suspended frame, her tongue slid against his open lips. “Rebekah,” he purred, wishing he could pull her closer to his body however he thoroughly enjoying this little game. “Well look what you caught,” the voice sounding behind her back, the thick accent of her brother. “Trying to bleed him of vervain, don’t you think it would be easier to hang him upside down?” Rebekah rolled her eyes unamused, whipping around to face her older brother. “I’m perfectly capable of inflicting pain thank you very much,” she snarled. “Well excuse me,” he teased, giving Damon a little roll of the eyes, “It’s not like I have any expertise in the matter.” Shaking her head, “You know Nik, why don’t you just leave me be and go manage your witch. I don’t believe you were invited to the party, so please go, before you see things that might make your eyes bleed.” She wanted her brother gone, he was simply ruining the mood and she couldn’t have that. Klaus shrugged and excited the room, finally leaving the two completely alone. “Now where were we? Ahh, yes,” she purred, turning back to face Damon. Pressing the tip of the blade against his hipbone, before dragging the sharpened edge downward. “Fuck,” he growled, causing her to smirk devilishly. “You love watching me suffer, don’t you?” Of course the answer would be a yes, he knew it and so did she. “I do,” she answered, “but only because you enjoy it. Let’s not forget the pain you inflict on me, love.” A small laugh escaped him, “And you also enjoy it.” “Mhmmm,” she purred, lapping her tongue across the flat end of the knife. “God you’re such a tease,” he quipped, blue spheres full of lust and desire. “Taste so good,” she moaned, pressing her body a little closer to his. Slowly, Rebekah removed her black blouse, tossing the soft material to the floor. The bra she wore was lacey and see through, showcasing her perfect, tanned breasts. Tucking the knife into the side of her pants, she ran her fingertips down Damon’s sides, digging her nails in forcefully. Kissing his neck, nibbling at the tender flesh before flicking out her tongue. The pinked muscle traced over the deep cuts she’d created, his blood pooling past her lips. The life sustaining liquid burned her throat and set fire to her tongue, causing her arousal to heighten. He gazed at the blonde bombshell, watching as she sunk her body lower to the ground. Settling on her knees, Rebekah ran her hand over his bulge, feeling his throbbing erection. “I knew you would enjoy my little game,” she quipped, daggering her green eyes into his wintered stare. Slowly, she popped the button of his jeans and slid down the zipper. Tugging the denim material down to the floor, finding out immediately that Damon was sans underwear. “I love it when you’re prepared,” she growled, biting her lower lip as she took him in. Eagerly, she gripped his raging hard on, working her hand rhythmically against the swollen muscle. Gliding her thumb over the tip, sliding the pre cum down his shaft as she pumped him expertly. “Shit…Rebekah,” he groaned out in pleasure, “you dirty little bitch.” Of course she enjoyed when he talked to her in this manner, knowing it was all meant for better stimulation. Her tongue flicked past her lips, twirling around the head before dipping into the slit. One hand moved to the back of her bra, unhooking the clasp and allowing the straps to fall down her slender arms. As she began taking his pulsing manhood into her mouth, she stroked him with one hand, while she squeezed her buxom breasts with the other. Eyes full of deviousness; wanting nothing except Damon as she looked upward locking him in a stare. Lips sliding further along his thick length, moaning deeply sending vibrations throughout his frame. Every nerve ending was erupting inside of him, forcing deep moans of delight to omit from his lips. No one he’d ever met could do the things that the beautiful blonde original could do; her talent surpassed thousands. Gently, she slid her teeth against the sensitive skin of his shaft, her tongue gliding against the hardness. Lips wrapping around securely, the suction strong as she inhaled relishing in the taste of his skin. “Fucking Damnit!” Damon spat, never tearing his eyes away from Rebekah as she earnestly pumped his cock into her mouth. Abandoning her breasts, she slid the palm of her hand against his torso collecting blood as she traveled. Slowly, making sure he watched, she brought the crimson stained hand against her chest. Smearing his blood into her tanned flesh, coating her breasts and erected nipples. “Oh God,” he mused, licking his plum lips, reaching upward grasping at the traps, feeling the blood slide down his arms. He needed something to clutch and yet every movement brought him pain with an overwhelming sense of pleasure. Sliding backward, his member escaped her lips with a slick pop, tongue traveling from the tip to the base and back again. Her hand continued to pump him quickly, as she gave him a sly little wink. The blood stained hand glided down her toned abdomen, dipping into her pants, passing into the waistband of her soaked panties. “Oooohhh Damon,” she moaned, feeling the wetness against her fingertips. Eyelids fluttering dramatically, mouth falling open knowing the spectacle would have him reeling in desire. Opening her emerald eyes so that she could stare into his darkened orbs, beginning to rub the head of his manhood against her lips. Kissing the bulbous tip, before getting back to her feet, a smirk plastered to her mouth. “Shall I allow you to come play? Have you suffered, enough Damon Salvatore?” Pressing her body tightly to his chiseled frame, running her palms against his wounded arms, lingering over the springs to the bear traps. “Please,” he begged, “You’ve punished me proper, now let me down so I can have my fun.” Leaning forward, Rebekah collided her bee-stung lips with Damon’s, bringing him in for a deep, sensual kiss. Their tongues battled together for dominance, moaning hungrily against each other’s mouths. Tugging at his bottom lip with her teeth, pulling away, their eyes never straying from one another. “Don’t go gently on me lover,” she whispered against his lips, clicking the pins of the bear traps with her fingertips. Instantly the metal traps flew open releasing Damon from their traitorous grasps. Wrapping her arms around his waist, ensuring that he wouldn’t take a nasty tumble from the slight blood loss. Luckily, he was extremely resilient, obtaining proper footing against the marbled floor. “You’re in for it Barbie,” he growled, lacing his hands into her long blonde tresses, pulling her forcefully into a fiery kiss. She sucked at his tongue, moaning in bliss as he trailed his hands down to the waistband of her pants. In one fluid motion, he rid her of the dark fabric before clawing at her lace panties. Tearing the undergarment from her body, leaving her completely bare before him, Rebekah kept her eyes locked on Damon as he shrugged off his dress shirt. Using vampire speed and strength he pinned her down onto the blood soaked tile, even though she was stronger she allowed him the thrill of dominance. Smirking, she wiggled under his grasp, kicking off her boots, leaving them naked, skin-to-skin, finally. The dark crimson current pooled around her frame, his hands holding her down drowning her in his blood. The cuts along his torso began to heal, her eyes studying the pain the she had inflicted with masochistic torridness in her gaze. “Admiring your work?” He smirked, meeting her green stare. “Maybe a little,” she purred, moaning in satisfaction as he pressed his heavy body against hers. Swiftly, he wrapped his hand around her throat keeping her steady and exerting his primal urges. “Damon,” she gasped, even though they didn’t need air to survive, it was a habit that most vampires acquired. “Damon you caveman,” she growled, “I want you fuck me…please fuck me.” Smirking triumphantly, licking his lips seductively, feeling as if he’d won the ultimate prize. “I love it when you beg,” he quipped, “So sexy, you filthy little bitch.” Raising her hips upward, feeling his hard length against her dripping entrance, Rebekah groaned in need. “I’m aching for you,” she pouted, “claim me, Mr. Salvatore.” His eyes daggered upward, boring into her soft stare knowing that he craved her just as much as she did for him. Towering over her withering frame, he gripped his thick manhood and without hesitation guiding himself inside her drenched core. Bucking his hips forward he filled her with one swift movement forcing them both to cry out in ecstasy. “Ooooo Fuck! You bastard,” she howled, legs wrapping around his waist pulling him deeper inside her womb. Arms snaking around his neck, hands trailing into his raven tresses, forcing him down for a passionate kiss. The familiar throbbing sensation passed through their gums, feeling their sharp fangs extending. Damon rocked his hips with inhuman speed, hitting every sweet spot inside the beautiful blonde vampire. Shrieking in pleasure, screaming his name, their voices ricocheting around the high walled room. Pounding inside her wetness, feeling her inner walls spasm and quake around his pulsing manhood. Her razor sharp nails pierced into the flesh of his back, tearing all the way down and then back up again. Using her powerful, original strength, Rebekah flipped their bodies around on the marble, now looking down at the winter eyed vampire. Pressing her palms against the toned planes of his chest as she began sliding up and down his length. His hands flew to her hips, gripping the bones roughly, if she’d been mortal they would be broken. Moving quickly above him, noises of extreme pleasure tumbling for her lips, rolling her hips in a circular motion. “Damon,” she panted, one hand moving to palm her own breasts as she rode him harder and faster. Removing one of his hands from her hip, he began gliding his fingertips over her swollen little bundle of nerves. The move elicited a cry of approval from the vampire temptress, forcing her to move with increased force. Running her tongue over her exposed fangs, feeling the tiny veins appear under her eyes, Rebekah leaned foreword sinking her teeth into his blooded neck. The familiar tang of his savory blood splashed into her mouth, sliding with steaming fire down her throat. Retracting her fangs, she quickened her pace against him once more, knowing she was close to meeting her release. Damon held her close to him, sinking his own fangs into the top of her left breast, forcing her to spiral out of control. Inner walls clenching around his length; a scream of delight rupturing from deep within as she sailed over climax. With one final thrust, he followed suit, spilling his dead seed deep within her womb. Both vampires lay against each other satisfied completely. “That was a great idea,” he complimented with a smirk, “Kidnap me any time.” A small chuckle escaped her, “I knew you’d fancy yourself a good round of torture. I mean I know how much you like to play rough.” It was true; Damon had met his match in Rebekah, the only woman more cunning and devious than himself. The original far surpassed Katherine on so many levels, but unlike his former love, the blonde had a sensitive side. Standing up from the floor, she swiftly picked up his dress shirt, sliding into the blue fabric. Taking his large palm in her dainty hand, she led them out of the great room and into the hallway. “I think a shower is in order,” she smiled, guiding them up the staircase towards her bedroom. “What about the mess?” He asked, truly curious as to if they leave it for an unlucky housekeeper. “I think I’ll leave it for Nik,” she replied, “Seeing as he’s oh so brilliant at torture and covering his tracks.”
flyinghighdreamingbig asked: I loved your Nian story! Have you written anymore? :)
Awww thank you love! I mostly write Vampire Diaries fanfiction but I needed a Nian story. :) I’m in the process of continuing this one as of this morning. Thank you so much for the feedback, it’s greatly appreciated.
New York: A Vampire Diaries Fanfiction
New York. Winter. 1901
The snow is falling around the bustling city of New York, nearing the end of the year. The streets swarm with traffic, however off in Upstate New York, secluded from the city, the traffic is scarce. In this quiet area there stands an old mansion, in which one of New York’s most powerful families dwell, The Salvatores.
A black carriage appeared in the front of the mansion, the horses pawing at the snow covered ground. Helena Salvatore stared out the window of an upstairs bedroom. She clutched the lace curtains in her delicate fingers.
“Damon, the Pierce’s have arrived. Are you ready for dinner?”
Helena turned her head to find her son boring his cobalt blue eyes into her own sparkling blues.
“Mother, I’m not coming to dinner.”
“Damon don’t be this way,” Helena begged.
“What way? How am I suppose to behave, please enlighten me,” Damon replied firmly, pulling at the buttons of his vest.
“Damon, please darling, I understand why you don’t want to come down to dinner but I need you to.” Helena pushed her motherly influence onto her son, standing from the window seat.
She glided over to him, adjusting his tie. “You are so handsome,” Helena smiled.
“Mother, please. I detest that family and Katherine is a shrew,” frowned Damon.
Helena chuckled, “She is quite a harpy isn’t she?”
“A Harpy is putting it nicely. Why on earth does father want me to marry her?”
Helena seemed to shudder at the thought herself. “She is of noble blood, as are you. It would be a perfect match. Besides, she is very beautiful.”
“I don’t care about her beauty or nobility. That heart of hers is black and that shrouds her beauty,” Damon spat.
Helena grabbed Damon’s suit jacket, helping him into it.
“Just come down to dinner, say your peace and then come back to your room and push this from your mind for now.”
Damon, placed his hands on the sides of her shoulders, “I’m doing this for you mother, not them.”
Helena kissed his cheek, “Thank you, my son.”
Helena motioned towards the door, Damon following close behind. The two descended the stairs into the forye, the marble floor glinted in the light that shown through the open front door.
“Ahh there is my son and beautiful wife,” shouted Giuseppe Salvatore, “Did you both get lost in that grand room?”
“I wish,” mumbled Damon into his mother’s back causing her to smile wide.
Helena began to greet their guests, giving kisses and warm embraces to the family.
“Oh Katherine, Rebekah, how beautiful you both look, as always. And Niklaus, always so handsome,” Helena flattered them all one by one, her gorgeous smile and inviting presence convincing.
“You, Helena, are the true goddess in the room,” Niklaus marveled, placing a light kiss on the back of her hand.
He then turned his attention to Damon, “Brother, good to see you again,” he remarked, engaging in a firm handshake.
“Brother? Do you believe that’s bit premature Nik?”
Niklaus recoiled locking eyes with Damon, “Just a from of speech; nothing to get riled up about,” he smirked.
Damon hated the idea that everyone seemed to push Katherine and him together without any consent from Damon himself. More than this he wasn’t all to found of Niklaus or the youngest sister Rebekah. In actuality he despised them all, each coming with their own slew of reasons why.
“Damon,” Katherine purred, slinking over to him kissing his cheek, “I’ve missed you.”
“Lady Katherine, I’ve counted the seconds until we met again,” he commented sarcastically, a small smile twitching to his lips.
Katherine’s own smile however was large and prominent as she took his hand into hers. He stared down at her satin glove covered hand, wishing she would remove it from him. Just in time, Damon’s brother Stefan came barreling through the still opened front door.
“Did I miss dinner,” he joked sliding past his mother, father and Rebekah all engaged in conversation.
“You wish,” Damon smirked, hugging his brother, abandoning Katherine’s grasp on him.
“Stefan, would you accompany me into the study for a few moments?”
Stefan stared questioningly into Damon’s eyes, “Of course.”
“Excellent,” Damon quipped, “We shall return before dinner,” he commented towards Katherine and Niklaus.
Katherine’s face became sour but she tried to smooth her anger over with a light smile. The boys turned their backs and walked towards the study. Damon opened the large oak doors, beckoning his brother inside before locking the doors tight behind them. He pressed his back against the wood, looking relieved.
“You look pleased,” Stefan teased.
“Why must she call to me? Why not you,” Damon asked defeated.
“You are the eldest brother, and the most suitable for Katherine,” Stefan stated.
“I would rather sear my eyes out with a hot poker than engage in any sort of marriage with that Siren,” Damon said disgusted.
“She is quite dreadful, Damon.” “I need a drink,”
Damon hurried over to the end table adorned with different glass bottles.
He rummaged through them, bringing one to his nose,
“Bourbon, perfect.”
He poured himself a drink and then lifted a second glass towards Stefan.
“No thank you, I’m not in the mood to drink,” Stefan said.
“Brother, how at a time like this are you unable to consume alcohol,” Damon uttered.
“I don’t wish to make fool out of myself at dinner, and you shouldn’t either.”
“I have no reason not too, other than mother. I plan to become inebriated until life with Katherine becomes somewhat tolerable,” Damon breathed.
“We both know that if you keep on like that, you would always be drunk,” Stefan smirked.
“Then so it shall be,” Damon laughed.
“Boys,” Helena’s voice came from behind the doors of the study, her knuckles making contact with the solid wood frame. “Open the door please.”
“Mother I am not returning to the foryey or the dinning room, unless I am properly sedated,” Damon jested.
Stefan twisted the lock open to allow their mother entry. She crossed her arms sliding her way towards Damon.
“Drinking will not get you out of here.”
“Yes, but it will allow me to tolerated little miss Katherine,” Damon commented taking a large swallow of bourbon, “And the rest of that evil family.”
Helena shook her head extending an empty glass towards Damon, “Pour.”
He chuckled pouring the sweet liquid into her glass.
She sipped the alcohol looking at both of her sons, “What shall I say? Vomiting? Nausea?”
“What are you going on about mother,” Stefan asked.
“Well, in order to get you both out of this mess, I need to come up with something,” Helena quipped winking at them.
Damon’s chest shook with a deep laugh, taking Helena into his strong arms. “Mother, I love you. Please, do whatever you must to save me from this hell.”
“Feel this melody Elena, this is in your blood, feel it,” Alaric Salztman proclaimed gazing onto the brightly lit stage.
His hands snaked around the papers; a script he was most proud of writing. Alaric was the director at The Theatre New York, a small company of disheveled folk and passionate players. The theatre was run down but no one ever seemed to mind it at all; they sold out shows most nights. The theatre, were the rich came to watch the poor perform for little pay and even little hope of advancement. Some of the actresses sold themselves on street corners for extra income, while the actors tried to perform handyman tasks during the daylight hours. However, Elena was different, she believed that her situation was not unfortunate at all, but a test in her life. A test she strived daily to overcome, trying to keep a smile on her face and good spirit in her heart. This company was her family, this theatre her home. She owed her life to Alaric and his wife Jenna, for taking her and her young sister Caroline in when they were freezing and starved. In exchange for their accommodation to the ladies, Elena worked for Alaric as his leading lady in almost every production. He acted as the father figure she had never known, and Jenna as her mother. Her eyes saw the world in that of an elder who had seen every avenue and every trade. However, Elena was merely nineteen and Caroline only sixteen, still young with life ahead. She knew this was her only future and her fate but she wished so much more for her young sister, vowing to make a better life for them in any way she could. She pushed herself during rehearsals; sweat dripping onto her olive skin. The theatre was still as they watched Elena move on stage, her voice resounding a symphony of delight and yet stunned sadness. Her eyes gleamed a chocolate brown, as waves of her dark hair cascaded around her face and shoulders. The strap of her dress falling down exposing a bare shoulder as Matt grabbed her waist, accompanying her in this duet. Matt was a young man of eighteen, strong and talented, his charm was undoubtable and genuine. He brought Elena close to his tight chest, his hands encompassing her face, drawing her in for the kiss.
“Bravo, Belicima. Thank you both. Matt I feel your acting getting stronger and stronger by the day. Excellent work,” Alaric smiled, “Elena, we are done for the day, rest my love.”
Elena nodded hugging Matt, “Brilliant as always, thank you lover.”
“It is always a pleasure to kiss your lips. That is only second best to gazing at your presence on the stage,” Matt blushed.
She locked eyes with him, “Soon it will be you they watch. This time around they won’t be able to take their eyes off you.”
Elena winked, making her way backstage and out a side door, leading into the auditorium of the theatre.
“Ric, thank you for today,” she smiled leaning her head on Alaric’s shoulder.
“Always a joy with you Elena, don’t forget you are my star.”
Elena’s smile warmed her face as she placed a light kiss on Alaric’s cheek before turning to leave. She bustled out of the theatre making her way to the tall building across the street where most of the actors lodged. She journeyed up the winding staircase until she reached her door, pushing it open. The smell of incense filled her nostrils and the warmth of the room brought a pink tint to her cold cheeks and hands.
“Caroline,” Elena called to her sister, “Caroline have you eaten?”
“Yes, I have. Elena come here and look at the view, it is magnificent today,” Caroline proclaimed leaning her frame onto the railing of the balcony.
Elena rolled her eyes, “You always think the view is magnificent, Care.” “Well it is, and especially today.”
“Oh? And why is that,” Elena questioned.
Caroline smiled, “I saw the most beautiful boy today, from this balcony.”
“Is that so? Well did you go down and say hello? Or at least wave from your tower Rapunzel,” Elena jested, elbowing her sister.
Caroline laughed, her blonded hair blowing in the breeze, “No, I just admired him from affair. He went into the Tanzentic Bookstore a few minutes ago.”
Caroline gestured across the street, “His clothes were finally stitched, and I could tell he was from upstate.”
Elena placed a hand on Caroline’s arm, “Then you mustn’t dwell on him sister, he is wealthy and I can assume from my experiences a cad at best.”
“You can not assume that Elena, he looked positively delightful. His blond hair was perfectly quaffed and his skin seemed the color of cream.”
“You act as if you’ve found your love, Caroline.”
“Maybe I have, I’m in love with the bookstore boy.”
Both girls laughed, eyes still fixed towards the bookstore, both seemed content to wait.
“Aren’t you the least bit curious to see him? He did enter with another man, very different in contrast,” Caroline mused.
“How so? And yes I guess I’m a bit interested,” Elena smirked.
“Well, the other man was darker in features, but they laughed as if they were best friends. It brought me a smile just listening to them in the square,” Caroline blushed. “Here they come! Look sister!”
“You are as fair a maiden as they come, and your ample bosom draws me in with lust and desire,” Damon quoted staring down at the open book, “Honestly brother, you only read this for the lurid descriptions of women.”
He winked smacking the book closed against Stefan’s chest. Stefan’s hands grasped the book, “This is fantastic reading Damon.
”You’re just jealous because you can’t read.”
Damon’s deep laugh resounded in his chest, “Of course I can read. It’s your jealousy that makes you read those erotic novels.”
Stefan stopped Damon from walking, “What jealousy?”
Damon rolled his eyes smirking, “The jealousy you feel towards me and the woman I’ve seen. The bosoms I have touched that you can only read about.”
He laughed, pushing past his brother.
“You’re insatiable, my dear brother,” Stefan quipped, laughing.
“That I am, and I will always be.”
“Yes, until you marry Katherine,” reminded Stefan.
“I have no intention of marrying that cow. I will vomit if they were to move onto our estate. I can’t endure it, the images.”
Damon grasped Stefan’s arm, “Kill me now brother, do the honors.”
Stefan pushed his arm away, “I most certainly will not.”
“Well, we could always just kill Katherine,” Damon suggested.
“Have you gone mad?”
“Stef, relax it was merely a joke.”
“Damon, I know you. Every joke you tell has an once of truth in it.”
“Maybe so, but I’m not a murderer.”
Stefan huffed, ”Like hell you are! I’ve seen you put knives at men’s throats, guns to their temples at card games they’ve cheated at. Bar fights, dragging you drunk from the taverns as you cursed like a sailor!”
Damon laughed.
“And yet you laugh as if this is not a problem,” Stefan said seriously.
Damon paused in his tracks, locking eyes with Stefan, “I will not murder her, as much as I loathe her, I promise you that.”
They continued to walk into the square.
“Do you find me not to be a gentleman, brother? Do I cause too much ill will in your life? You can tell me, I shant be mad,” Damon questioned, eyes filled with hurt.
“Ahh, Damon, I didn’t mean to upset you. I just know that we are all on edge, especially you. I just do not want my brother to get himself in to deep.”
Stefan placed his hands on Damon’s broad shoulders, “And Yes Damon. You are quite a gentleman.”
They shared a smile and continued on their path, circling back to the bookstore where their carriage waited.
Stefan glanced at the building across the street towering over their heads, “What building is this?”
Damon gazed up with Stefan, “That’s were the theatre company, the whores and the gutter rats sleep.”
“It looks so unkempt and cold,” Stefan shuddered.
His eyes traced the windows leading up towards the fifth floor balcony. That’s when they locked eyes, for a moment, Stefan smiled. Hannah’s heart jumped and she stepped back from the ledge.
Stefan frowned looking back to Damon, “Shall we go?”
“Yes, we shall.”
They pulled themselves up the carriage steps settling inside. Damon removed his hat from his head, setting it to the side. He pulled his gloves off as well, placing them on top of his hat. Stefan mimicked his brother, but kept his eyes transfixed outside.
“Where are your thoughts, Stefan?” Stefan shook his head, making eye contact with Damon.
“I don’t know exactly. I saw a young woman gazing from the balcony. Her hair was golden, and she was quite beautiful.”
Damon’s forehead wrinkled and his eyebrows heightened, “You saw a woman, from the balcony where?”
“The building across from the bookstore.”
“The dilapidated building? The one you asked me about?”
”Yes, is there another we spoke of?”
“Don’t get snotty, Stefan,” Damon quipped.
“Sorry, I just…she struck me. I don’t know how to explain it. Her frame seemed so delicate. The way her silk clothing clung to her body…”
“That’s your manhood talking Stef, not your heart,” Damon laughed.
Stefan frowned, “Not everyone thinks like you brother.”
“Oh? How exactly do I think? Please, don’t be shy,” Damon smirked, as Stefan fumbled with his words.
“You know how you think…with your prick.” Damon was taken aback, not expecting such a statement from his demur brother.
“Sweet Stefan, gives me a verbal beating. A curt insult. Bravo,” he smirked.
Stefan rolled his eyes, “What ever shall I do with you brother?”
Damon shrugged, “One can only imagine what is in store for me.”
Caroline curled up next to Elena on the mattress in the middle of the room, “He looked at me.”
Elena clutched her sister close, “I know, I saw.”
“Elena, do you find him handsome?” Elena smiled down at her sister, so young and pure.
“Yes Caroline, he is quite attractive. But it’s time for a rest now.”
The room became quiet, before Caroline’s tiny voice spoke again like a whisper.
“Why do you hate them?”
Elena’s eyes opened wide, “Hate whom?”
“Those from upstate? Why do you have such hatred towards them? I know you don’t want me to dwell on the boy in the square. Not because he is a boy and I am your little sister, but because he is wealthy and status prestige.”
Elena shuddered against her sister, “They do not respect us, Hannah. They find us filthy, loathsome creatures. To be used and then discarded, for their entertainment, for their pleasure, for labor. We are not their equals; we will always be below and them always above. I know these things sister, I know because I’ve seen such. I do not which to repeat this.”
“You can’t hate everyone based on a few in admirable folk.”
Elena rose from the bed, tears falling onto her cheeks, “ENOUGH! Caroline, I have indulged your fantasies, and now I’m telling you to stop dwelling, stop asking about them, stop pretending this will be more than it is. We will always be this, and they will always be that. I beg you, enough.”
She ghosted towards the balcony, clutching her silk robe close to her chilled frame.
Caroline too stood from the bed, grabbing her coat from the kitchen chair, pulling on her leather boots, “I WILL NOT hate those who have not wronged me. I will not judge those who have not given me a reason to do so. I will not become as jaded as you. Mother would not want it this way.”
“MOTHER? You speak of her as if you know! Mother did many things for us before she died. Now, I have done many things to keep us alive. Terrible, disgusting things, that I will not have your ears hear!”
Caroline locked eyes with Elena, twisting the doorknob, stepping out into the hall, “I pity you sister. Hope that I thought you possessed now diminished. No love in your heart, no faith in others to prove you wrong. I’m sorry you’ve been hurt, but that does not give you the right to hate or judge. Goodnight, I leave you to wallow in your misery.”
Caroline slammed the door as she flew done the steps. Elena cried out in agony and upset, as she watched her sister scurry to the theatre. She gripped the balcony rail, stomach in knots.
She looked to the sky begging, “What shall I do? I never wanted to be this way. Please, help me. Mother, please.”
With that she sank to the ground, still gripping the steal of the balcony, withering under her pain.
Damon dressed in his nightclothes, settling down onto his bed. Soon, the door to his bedroom was thrust open and his father stood before him.
“Have you lost your mind?” Giuseppe’s angry stare met his son’s confused eyes.
“Father, whatever do you mean?”
“Don’t play stupid, Damon. I am not a fool. I know you were not ill this afternoon, and I know well that your mother shields you boys far too much. You are supposed to be the man, and you will be. Or I shall beat it out of you.”
Damon stood, eyes never flinching away from Giuseppe’s. “You will not lay your hands on me father. And I will not marry that swine.”
Within seconds, Damon felt the hot sting of his father’s palm against his cheek. The crack of contact loud and angry, the pain that Damon felt welling inside.
“Do not raise your voice to me son! I am not your brother or your mother; I can not be reasoned with nor talked down upon!”
Silence filled the room, Damon’s eyes becoming dark, his body clenched in rage.
“You will marry Katherine. You will produce a son, to inherit all when you are gone. You will merge our two families together and we will all be as one. The blood will remain strong.”
Giuseppe turned his back on his son, walking out the double doors of the bedroom, slamming them shut in his wake. Damon roamed about the room for a moment, before lashing out. He slid the books from his desk with force, slamming his wooden chair against the wall, cursing all the while. His rage magnified, his anger unmanageable. Tearing apart his bedroom, before flinging open the balcony doors. Damon stepped outside into the chilled night air, snow falling all around him. His eyes pierced the view, daggers in the moonlight.
“I will not do this. I cannot. I crave for something else, something more.”
“Elena! You have been asked to sing at a very prestigious party tonight! Oh how I am so proud of my little darling,” Alaric announced beaming with pride as he handed the golden envelope to Elena.
“It’s very important for the theatre that you attend and gain the support and intrigue of the Upper East Side. This will also be a great opportunity for you to perform in a new setting, with different people.”
Elena peered down at the finely typed invitation; it seemed beautiful but it read more like a command. “This is upstate New York, Ric, how am I to venture?”
Alaric continued to smile, “I’m sending a few of my very best to this event: you, Matt, and Vicki. They are sending a coach to pick the lot of you up and then returning you by morning.”
Elena wanted to share in Alaric’s enthusiasm but she was more concerned for her state of well-being and the insanity she would feel around the upper elite. The mockery they would make of her, Matt, and Vicki caused bile to form from the pit of her stomach. It was a grand gesture but it truly frightened her.
A Nian Fanfiction
Ian POV
She truly was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Her smile was precious, her white teeth absolutely perfect. Her olive toned skin always seemed to radiate in the sunlight. Her desirable petite frame, which led to curvaceous hips and a plump bottom. She sat next to me on the couch as we watched the Saints massacre the Detroit Lions on the expansive wide screen television over at Paul and Torrey’s place. She glanced back and forth from the screen to Torrey as they talked about Victoria Secret bras, Paul rolling his eyes, standing to grab us both a beer from the fridge. She wiggled her body next to mine, signaling some sort of placement shift, as she looked into my eyes.
“Can I lay on you?”
“Sure.”
I complied, shifting to put my arm around her, however she had a different agenda altogether. She grabbed at my legs trying to pull them all the way onto the couch.
“Nina, what are you doing?” I laughed as she struggled to pull my weight.
“Trying to get your legs on the couch.”
“Why?”
“So I can lay between them.”
My eyebrows lifted at her coy remark, her own chocolate stare seeming to warm and her lips pulling into an inviting smile. I complied with her wishes, swinging my legs into the leather couch, spreading my legs as she climbed into the middle. She rested her back against my chest, her tiny hands pulling my arms around her. Our feet grazed against one another’s at the end of the couch. Torrey’s smile turned up into a smirk, but never saying anything about what she was viewing, just continued talking to Nina. Paul returned from the kitchen brandishing two beer bottles. He handed me one and took his place back onto the chair next to Torrey.
Nina POV
I leaned securely into his chest and his embrace, the woodsy sent of his cologne mixed with the natural smell of skin made my stomach swirl.
“So what’s the new gossip on set, Neen?” Torrey asked me, leaning her elbows on her knees.
“Nothing really. I try not to get really nosey.”
“Paul tells me that you guys are going to be on break soon, before you start filming the rest of season 2.”
“Yep, a tiny break. I might go up to Canada and visit my parents.”
“That would be so nice.”
The loud ding of the oven roused Torrey from her spot. She stood swiftly from her chair, sauntering into the kitchen. Ian and Paul began talking about the football game but slowly merged into talking about work. I took Ian’s hand that had lingered on my thigh into my hand. My fingertips circled over the topaz in his ring, before I began playing with his fingers. He had great hands for a man, I don’t know why that seemed to turn me on. Honestly, everything about Ian turned me on. I had a huge crush on him, but it felt like way more than a crush. The only people that knew were Torrey and my mother. I only told my mother because she continued to hound me about being single, and knowing I had a male interest made her hopeful for my future. Paul stood from his spot as well to assist Torrey in the kitchen and grab another beer. I tilted my head to the side locking eyes with Ian’s blue stare.
“Having fun with my ring?” He asked me, a cute smile on his face.
“I like it.”
“Thank you,” Ian replied, before intertwining his fingers with mine.
My eyes flew to our hands, the natural act that seemed like we’ve held hands forever. We’d held hands a few times, on set, or unconsciously. We’d kissed a few times as well, but again, on set or in a friendly manner. We had a real kiss once, at Candice’s New Years Eve party.
All of us from work had to decided to stay home in Atlanta and go to Candice’s for a party to ring in 2011. I’m sort of a lightweight when it comes to drinking, and of course Matt was making Southern Comfort Hurricanes. I had had a few to many, including shots, starting to feel boozy as we neared midnight. Ian was sitting on the couch staring at me with those beautiful baby blues; I couldn’t stop myself as I walked towards him taking a seat in his lap. We talked for a few minutes before the ball dropped on the television. Soon, I heard everyone in the room counting down from ten. It was a tradition to receive a kiss on New Years at midnight but I don’t really know if I was ready to lock lips with Ian. When the voices around us screamed one, our lips were already dangerous close to one another’s. I felt Ian’s hands cup my face and pull me in for the greatest kiss I’ve had my whole entire life. Happy New Year! Everyone screamed around us, but I was lost in Ian’s kiss. His lips devoured mine, as our tongues moved into each other’s mouths. After a few moments, we disengaged, a huge smile plastered on his semi-drunk face. He told me I was a great kisser and I complimented him as well, wrapping my arms around his neck. He asked me if I felt like lying down, and truth was I did. We stood from the couch and walked into Candice’s guest room, shutting the door behind us. He kicked off his boots by the door, as I sat on the bed pulling off my heels. I began unzipping my dress, as I felt Ian’s hands brace mine helping me. I stood from the bed allowing the shiny red material to fall to the wooden floor. Ian smiled removing his white button up dress shirt thrusting it towards me. At first my drunken brain was confused, but after a minute I realized he wanted me to put it on. I did, having a hard time buttoning the shirt in the front, so after the first two middle buttons, I gave up. I lie down in the middle of the bed, allowing Ian to hold me. He kissed the back of my neck, as he cuddled me from behind. For the first time in a long time I felt safe, everything felt right. It was in that moment, even though I had been drinking, that I wanted to be with Ian. However, I wanted him to want me first.
Go Fish
Disgusting pile of dog feces
stinking badly like your lies
oh so full of it
You’re like a piece of chewed up gum at the bottom of my shoe
I just can’t seem to peel you off
Slimy Scum bucket
slippery little sucker
Thinking I could catch you in my fishing net
You say there are other fish in the sea
Contaminated biohazards waste
of complete time and space
Instead of giving me love you give me
Salmonella, Lead Poisoning, and Disease
Regurgeating your word vomit
save your breath
you’ll need it when I’m done
Holding you down now
I’ll give you holding down
Tiny bubbles meet the surface and then nothing but still water
my hands lose their grip and I don’t mind
You were right after all
there are other fish in the sea
you now swim with them
Leaving me be
Sour My Sweet Home
The train ride in to the city,
a smile on my face
I’ve made it home
Chicago
Streets busy bustling, beggars begging, taxis honking
a gust of wind, my heart is racing
Belmont, Sheffield, Union Square
walking paths to better days
Distance of these memories
time has taken you from me
Miles, Minutes, Hours, Years
when is a good time for you?
will I ever see you again?
So, dear friend I part for now
I hope not forever
Skyscrapers in the night, lights against the shopping windows
You haunt me in my dreams
A Tender Age
The snow fell around my feet, on my birthday
I resemble you now more than ever.
we were always no match for those winter winds
you and I.
Driving home on the icy roads, home
yeah right.
I recalled what you had done at 21
birthed a daughter in the cold.
Close to your heart so she kept warm
now she’s nowhere near.
It’s been two months,
my phone never rings.
The mirror only let’s me see you,
I am a ghost.
