The Vampire Diaries Interracial Imagines

kai

Imagine Kai coming to you about his newfound feelings.

(A/N: I stopped watching past season five, so I'm a little stupid on season six and beyond. I know the big ideas, so bear with me)

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My keys jangled as I put them in the door of my new apartment I was still reeling over. Many freshmen didn't get to just live off campus the way I did, but with the help of Damon Salvatore, namely his compulsion, I was the freshman who got her own apartment. With my job at the firm, living on campus wouldn't have been ideal.

As I strolled in the cheap, one room apartment, my phone rang in my pocket. Immediately I recognized it to be Damon's ring tone; Wannabe. I dropped my bags just as I got in the door to pick up the phone. Knowing Damon, he'd only call if there was something major about to go down and they needed me to sacrifice my life again for Elena. As I pulled out my phone, I realized there was other noise in the background, almost like it was coming from the living room/kitchenette around the bend of the apartment.

"Yeah?" I answered, cautiously walking around the corner.

"Y/N, get out of your apartment now," Damon commanded. Before I could reply to him, my phone was flicked out of my hand by some kind of invisible force. The force soon revealed itself to me as Kai Parker sitting at my two-chair dinner table with Friends playing on the TV. The evil smile played across his features and the devious glint in his eye made me think that this might be another kidnapping (which I was sort of prepared for since I'd been kidnapped a few times).

I could faintly hear Damon's voice screaming my name from the phone that was now on the floor.

The worst part about this whole thing was my favorite episode of Friends was playing. Now my memory of a psychopathic killer in my room would be etched in my mind every time I tried to watch Joey fuck about with his menorah. That was if I even made it out of this situation alive. I never had a direct problem with Kai and nor him with me; however, this guy was an actual psychopath who didn't care for feelings. He would kill me if he needed to do so for whatever plan I knew he had brewing in his disgusting mind.

I tried not to hyperventilate, knowing that he would laugh if he saw me freaking out. When it came to Stefan, I would cry and freak out in front of him, but with everyone else? I was the tough black girl who came from Compton, though I was four months when my mother left, and didn't shed a tear even in the most fucked situations. I never cried in front of anyone with Klaus or Silas or when everything was just generally a shit show, and I wasn't about to start now.

Kai sat on my rickety old chairs with a sad smile on his face and pain in his eyes. As soon as I saw this, I knew this would be some revenge plot against Damon and I was just caught in the cross fire. I couldn't say I wasn't annoyed by how much shit Damon always seemed to get himself in, though I hated Kai with a burning passion I couldn't describe with words, so hating him was the easiest thing for me in the moment.

"Y/N," he said slowly. "I've been waiting for you to get home. I really feel like we should talk."

Keeping my bad bitch façade, I dropped my bag at the base of my couch and grabbed myself a glass of water like my mind wasn't running through all the things I wanted at my funeral. Kai's everchanging blue eyes followed me in a silence that could only be filled with a laugh track from the cheap TV my brother spared me before he moved out of Mystic Falls.

"What do you want?"

When he didn't say anything, I turned to look at his face. For the first time that I'd known Kai, he actually looked like he had—dare I say it?—feelings. His face actually conveyed the emotional turmoil he wanted me to think he was going through. No way Malachai Parker actually could feel something other than numbess when he killed someone or fucked someone over with his evilness. After everything he did, literally just killing people left and right, he couldn't suddenly have feelings now.