Moonlight Tryst ✖︎ Teen Wolf

00002 ➳ Probabilty

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Lyn Hall's POV - 05 / 06 / 2014 : Mystic Falls 

I groggily sat up, my hand pressing against my forehead as I groaned inwardly. The room spinning before my eyes as I volunteered to fall back. My eyes closing as I lay still, taking deep slow breaths. I shuffled away from the infuriating poking, that continuously dug into my side. A low angry growl coming out of my mouth as I rolled onto my stomach, my face pressed into the wooden floor. My cheek feeling sticky I stretched tiredly. 

"Damon if you touch me one more time without my consent. I'll rip your hands off and shove them down your throat." My teeth gritted together as he took a step backwards. His hands then resumed their annoying poking, before encircling around my waist and hoisting me into the air. 

I collapsed feeling off balanced as I fell into Damon's chest. My eye lids slowly rising as I squinted at the man before me. A blood bag tightly grasped in his outstretched hand as I recoiled instinctively. 

"That's human." I pointed accusingly, my eyes snapping open as black veins began to sprout underneath my eyes. "No." I drawled trying to back away, only to be stopped as his strong grip dug into my wrist. 

"Oh come on. Drink some real blood, we're predators not puppies," Damon retorted, as my eyes flickered between the blood bag, and my escape. 

"No, I can't." I gritted out, my fangs piercing my lip as I took a weak step backwards. 

"But you will." Damon pressed, his eyes glimmering with mischief as I reluctantly nodded, muttering my simple one worded reply. 

"Probably."

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Evelyn Hall's POV - 20 / 08 / 2013 : Hospital Car Park

I sat in my car, my hands entangled in my hair, tugging at it roughly as I began to writhe in pain. My eyes shut tightly. My hands pressed down firmly against my skull, hoping to block out the pain that threatened to consume me in darkness. I felt the smooth cool blood trickle out of my nose, and ears as I rubbed my hands painfully down my face, distracting my pain as a scream jeopardised my secrecy.

I took deep breaths, my chest heaving in effort; my hands slowly falling to rest on the steering wheel as I collapsed from the extremity of the pain that I had just suffered. I paused, my face falling against the steering wheel. Breaths exhaling slowly residing into quiet whimpers as I closed my eyes. Seeking my subconscious demons but finding none. And that scared me.

With a lot of effort I moved, falling into a slouched position as my body burned with pain. My fingers curling as another series of surges were revived with-in my weak body. Many stabs of sharp pains reverberate throughout my body, a strangled scream escaping me. Then it stopped, a peaceful silence enveloping me, my body tiredly slumping into the comfy interior as I went completely mute. My lips dry, fingers itching to fidget. Hair a mess as it swirled besides me. My eyelids heavy, chest heaving, eyes blank and emotionless before closing, now shielded by a thin veil of darkness. 

The darkness comforting, welcoming me into a painless, dreamless state. Silence. 

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Lyn Hall's POV - 05 / 06 / 2014 : Mystic Falls 

"Hello." I answered, my phone resting on the floor besides me, my voice emotionless and filled with sleep. My eyes staring up at the ceiling blankly, a continuous unblinking, and uncaring stare.

"Evelyn?" I rubbed my face, groaning as I took a sip of water hoping to sober up. To no such luck. 

"Uh yeah," I paused squinting at the brightness that flooded the room. A long pause followed, muffled voices reaching my incapable hearing.

"We need your help." I groaned, shifting around uncomfortably on the floor before retching, the vomit creating a sickening stench, as it heavily coated the Persian rug. As if on cue Damon shouted, "That better not be on my Persian rug," I smirked, a light chuckle escaping my lips before I collapsed besides the rug. "That's what you get for force feeding the inexperienced half-human, extremely strong and vulgar alcoholic beverages." I whispered, my tone lacking sarcasm. I paused, my eyelids closing shut as the brightness becoming overbearing. 

"Sorry, what did you need Scotty-boy?" 

"It's Isaac." I scoffed uncaring, 

"Yeah whatever, what'd you need." 

"Derek's missing, we were wondering if you were up from a road trip?" A smirk played on my face, 

"In my current state? Probably."

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Evelyn Hall's POV - 01 / 10 / 2013 : Mystic Falls

Damon clapped me on the back, "And she returns," I scoffed playful shoving him away, a smile masking the hurt that hid under the surface. It was time I left, and as much as I wanted to return, as much as I reminded myself I would in time; the lingering thought still stood in its way, I was dying. 

Kol and Klaus, stood to the side of the group that consisted of, Damon, Stefan, and Enzo; who I had befriended, but his backhand attitude and compulsive actions had led me to become good friends with him. Matt stood besides them, a look of detest passing through his blue eyes as he looked at the three men, before he smiled warmly at me. 

"I need some girls in my life, men are to overbearing," Kol released an over exaggerated sigh, but Damon bet him to it with a sarcastic response. "Oh my god, babe you look smoking hot in those heels." Damon exclaimed, jumping with false enthusiasm as I scowled, my lips tilted upwards. 

"Oh my god Damon, go fix your face it's pretty atrociously disgusting." I smiled wittingly, my eyes glinting with humour. Damon was handsome for a 152 year old Vampire, that is. Klaus patted me affectionately on the shoulder, his blue eyes boring into my face as he observed how I interacted with people, his eyes zeroed in on my hands that fidgeted nervously in my lap. 

"Don't you have any girlfriends to play with, hit each other with fluffy cushions, or watch chick flicks and romance movies together?"  

"Why would I need a girl to do that, you seemed perfectly fine watching dirty dancing, and the notebook with your's truly." I smirked crossing my arms, yet my fingers continued to impatiently tap, the same rhythm repeatedly tapping against my arm. Klaus watched curiously but remained quiet. 

"Look guys, let's stop with the constant sarcastic responses and instead get raging drunk." I smiled raising an invisible glass as the men cheered. I may as well be happy for the last few years of my life, if that.