Her aroma's curse {T.R}

3. Red

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I really missed you guys! I really did. Btw i've been writing this book since i finished the last. But i was hit with a temporary wave of motivation loss. And i had school but now i finished High school!! Yay! I was healing too for a very long time from a toxic relationship. But now i am back baby!! And just to be clear, this will be a more heart wrenching romance book. You have no idea. The first few chapters you'll feel like they're not written perfectly because they're written back in 2022 but going on it will better i promise. So much better😏 anyways, i am back, motivated and fully back on track. Enjoyyyy my darlings❤️ thank you for being here!! I love youuuuu😚😚😚

TOM RIDDLE:

I reached the nightclub with no specific goal. Only to drink, lose my soberness then go back to my pit.

Darkness flew over my brain shadowing any thoughts before cloudiness started hovering inside of me. But someone caught my eyes. Actually, two someones.

Klaus Mikealson and Stefan Salvatore. My most dreaded enemies. Not by me, i didn't fear them. Everyone else did though. I rolled my tongue in my cheek before summoning the bar tender to hand me another drink. I must get real drunk. I hated the sights of their faces. I was very drunk to get up and fuck them up, but i wanted to. Does that count as a fight. And internal huge fight.

I started speaking loudly in my thoughts to the huge shot of liquor in my hand.  I drank again and again until the blurriness in my eyes was too much. I couldn't even count my ten fingers so i had to sober up somewhat. So i started breathing slowly again. I just needed to see a bit.  I wiped my eyes repeatedly after the inability to blink for more than a couple of minutes.

"Fuck..." i tilted my head back and I'm pretty sure i had a little nap for a few. Paraphrasing: i actually passed out. But i focused and i regained my full consciousness. I tilted my head to find the drink still in my hand. I started twisting it seeing Niklaus and Stefan still present. Goddamn those two.

I tensed my jaws then i focused on something fun. Just all the ways i could torture them. They're vampires; they heal. Which means: i could burn them as they scream like bitches in pain. Then i would once more set them on feral fires as i watch that cycle. I'd even let my favourite death eater do it. Bellatrix Lestrange. My favourite psychopath.

In the middle of the all the drunk torture thoughts. The sound of her stifled grunts and whimpers echoed in the back of my head. Oh to get between her legs. I rolled my eyes back. Then i regained my torturous thoughts. Oh please my lord, we'll kneel!! That's what i wanted them to scream. Them and their families because i know they'd abhor to witness their families being harmed in the slightest.

Then a leather red dress gripped my eyes. A high slicked back ponytail wrapped my throat in shock. She! Was then present. What the fuck was this night? I groaned in disgust and frustration. I really wished i just saw her because of how drunk i was, so i was hallucinating.

But i couldn't really be hallucinating her and her best friend. I don't even like the other one. Nor do i like her!

But she looked... sexy. Sexiest girl alive. I couldn't take my eyes as away as she catwalked inside. I felt my dick twitch. But i was drunk. Too drunk to even realise i was being turned on.

The only thing i knew despite being that wasted. Was how sexy this angel was. An angel in red, ouf harsh on me.

I licked my lips and bit them unable to control this action. I almost got up and threw her over my shoulder carrying her away. But she was on the bar now. Her ass was framed as the dress barely hid it. I wasn't staring at her ass intentionally, but she gave me her back. So i had no choice. I just wanted to look at her.