a ruthless original who burns everyone and everything around him but wouldn't let a flame touch her.
and an angel who resembles a mirrorball with her many faces and facades.
a perfect match indeed.
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✶ 𝔣𝔦𝔣𝔱𝔢𝔢𝔫 ⌢ for the love of god stfu ˇ !
Fluttering her exhausted eyes, Caroline was met with a void of darkness.
She blinked, groaning as she felt a sudden migraine of pain spread in the side of her head, and in an attempt to reach up and touch where there the inevitable bruise was, both of her hands came up, and she had realized that her wrists were bound together by rope.
She paused, trying to piece together the events the night before to try and scramble how she ended up this way. But this has happened before. She frowned slightly, but her clothes (thankfully) were still covering her body, there wasn't any pain other than the one in her head from where she realised the man had hit her. And this time she didn't feel completely violated so.. she was just kidnapped.
She narrowed her eyes, even if it was dark, she could see that she was sitting on a sofa in an odd room with blacked-out walls. And large windows that reached to the floor, indicating it was barely dawn—likely around 3am.
As she attempted to rise, a creak in the hall signalled the entrance of a man, her captor it seeemed. She turned and saw the man who had kidnapped her, this time without the mask. She frowned, furrowing her brows.
Oh wow that was a whole jumpscare. Should've kept that mask on.
Well, never mind about the 'not violated' part. He just violated her eyes.
What did you really expect though? Zade meadows or something? Never mind zade is a bit too toxic.
Such thoughts began rummaging her brain before she looked back and focused on the man, only then noticing his eyes hungrily on her. His eyes fixated on her pulsating neck, the temptation to taste her blood. Veins quickly grew under the mans eyes, indicating that he was a vampire if the way he looked at her hadn't given it away. "Just a taste." He whispered, inching closer to her neck, making her frown as she instantly panicked and tried to unbound the tight ropes from her wrists.
"Trevor!" A voice behind him snapped, causing him to pull apart in annoyance. "Control yourself." The voice scolded him like an agitated mother. Caroline looked behind him and saw a woman. The girl instantly thought of how she resembled Alice Cullen from Twilight. "Buzz kill." Trevor rolled his eyes.
Caroline's gaze stopped, as she turned to someone who was still unconscious near her.
Elena. Her eyes widened, "El?," she slowly tried stir her awake—her ropes making it difficult—as she to tried to get her to wake. The petrova girl gasped, and instantly stiffened as she sat up instantly. Expect she wasn't bound with any ropes, her hands clenching onto the old cushions on the sofa.
The lady then turned to Elena, who now had fear in her glistening through doe eyes. "What do you want with me?" Elena asked.
The blonde paused. In all honesty, Caroline didn't really care as to why she was there, as long as they didn't kill her, she doubt they would or they would've done it by now—she was fine for the most part.
