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My eyes snapped open in the middle of daylight. The middle of the street of Mystic Falls. No one around. My fingers curling into the palm of my hands as the burning hunger set in. The pits of my stomach hollow and feeling like they were caving in on themselves. My jaw ticking in pain. Greying skin tickling up my fingertips.
Bonnie had done more than make me hungry. She meant to make it so I would desiccate and stay where they had sent me- but no. This was more than that. I felt- I felt like no matter how much I ate- it wouldn't matter. Nothing would take this burning emptiness inside of me.
My magic was acting on it's own. Moving inside of me like a tsunami. Tidal waves hitting every corner of my body- fighting the greying. Fighting the death. I wanted to either lay here forever and let it just take over- or find something to rip my teeth into. I prayed- yes prayed- there would be blood.
I sat up, but stayed sat. My eyes closing so I could focus. Trying to push my stomachs rage away so I could track. I was a creature that hunts. A predator that needed to find it's prey. Taking a deep breath, I tried to mind walk. Tried to push my conscious into the world I was thrown into. My vision behind my lids flashing- failing. No. I was too hungry. This isn't working.
My eyes snapped open as I stood up and flashed forward unwillingly. My body colliding with a tree. It was like my stomach was trying to force me to move. To find something to fill it. My magic was acting on it's own still. The tips of my fingers were darkened in the desiccated skin. Stiff and painful.
"Hospitals." My voice was broken. Raspy. My throat burning at how dry it was forced to become. Like I needed to drink a few gallons of water. But that wouldn't work for me. This was nothing like when I had first woken up. When I tore Esther's throat out with my teeth. I wasn't magically desiccating back then. I wasn't being forced into an uncontrollable hunger. This was different. And my magic couldn't fight it like I had thought it could.
Bonnie had somehow channeled my magic. She used my own magic against me. How- I glanced over myself and noticed something was missing from my body. A ring. I never made it apparent I even wore it. I never played with it- but it was there. Now it's not. Clever witch. She must have taken it when I first met her.
I needed to focus. The grey was creeping up my fingers. I had to find the closest hospital. It could have blood bags there, as much as I hate eating from those. My body rammed into another tree before I blinked back into focus and flashed off in the direction of what I hoped would be a hospital. I was officially upset I didn't learn my way around this shit hole of a town.
It took me a bit to find the hospital. It was empty. There had to be people somewhere. I knew I was in a prison world. It was obvious. Which meant there had to be at least one person in this world. I could feel some kind of undertone of supernatural energy. They knew someone had entered their world. Like an internal alarm. Eventually they would come find me. Whether to try and kill me only for me to kill them or to try to get out with me only for me to kill them.
Either way- I could only imagine sinking my teeth into the throat of someone with blood pulsing underneath the seven layers of skin. The warmth of blood to flow down my throat, quenching this unbearable hunger. But until then- I grabbed a bag from the cooler in the lab. AB positive. Cold. I need to find some alcohol. Maybe make myself a Bloody Mary. Might make this ice cold blood somewhat bearable.
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Everyday was the same. May 10th 1994. I had a collection of blood bags on me. I had decided to stay in the Salvatore Board house for now. It was the best place and huge. And no Salvatore's whining in the house. That was a plus. It had to have been about a week of being here. The hunger has curved at all.
My throat was constantly burning. Begging for more. But I had to be careful. I knew the person was nearby. They had come to Virginia. They were lurking. I was planning. I could- Maybe I could drain them and be able to focus enough to get out. Get back to Kol. Kill them all- they would regret doing this. And I knew just how I would torture them. I would drag it out. Or maybe I could just rip them apart. I hadn't decided that part.
I didn't think I would be able to think of anything other than my hunger. But here I was, missing Kol and his obnoxious flirtations. The way he always tried to seduce me. I was even able to take a moment to think about his tongue sliding over my-
"Looking a bit on the grey scale, sweetheart." I snapped my darkened eyes in the direction of the voice. Mousey came out of hiding. I stood up slowly. My hands were greyed out- my magic still fighting the desiccation. I'd already be down and dusty if it wasn't for being the Source. The man stared at me before letting his eyes glance over my body, once- twice. A smirk pulling at his lips. "What are you?"
"A nightmare." I whispered in a horse tone. My voice broken and rasped. The man tilted his head to the side before I leapt out, my body able to flash at him before grabbed him by the back of his head and went to bite only for his hand to grab my arm and to feel him sucking my magic out of me. I grimaced for a moment, taken by surprise at his siphoning. I hadn't even known what he was. I just knew he wasn't a vampire and he was supernatural.
"Ooo you have some oomph to you." He breathed as my magic flowed into his hand. I smirked as I tilted my head back so I could meet his gaze. My eyes blood red as my magic stopped leaving my body. His brown eyes frowned. Confused. Then my body began to latch onto his magic. The magic he had just forced from me. And began to pull it back into my body. His face turned into a grimace. Pain and confusion. But also- he seemed a bit...turned on. He enjoyed pain. Too bad.
"Don't worry." I assured him with a smile. "This will hurt." With that, my fangs ripped into his throat, his blood draining into my throat as his magic continued to file it's way back into me. I didn't stop until his body had gone limp and the blood flow was reduced to that of an empty slurpee cup.
