Multi-Fandom Imagines, X-Readers, & One-Shots

HIS FAVORITE COLOR - KLAUS MIKAELSON {1}

You knew you would never be Elena Gilbert. No matter what you did, you would never have that perfect, slender body of hers, with the hips that were just wide enough to look stunning in dresses but a waist tiny enough to fit arms around twice over. You knew you'd never quite have those same doe eyes, or the pin-straight, effortless long hair she seemed to not work for at all.

You felt, in some way, jealous of your sister. You'd never tell her, but there was always something inside of you telling you that there was no way the two of you really were twins and looked so different. When you found out Elena was adopted around the same time you were born, it came more as a revelation rather than a shock; and it hit like a tidal wave.

Nonetheless, even with your parents gone and everyone who could count as a guardian dropped like flies, nothing could change the fact that Elena was still your sister. And you loved her, and you loved Jeremy.

Jealousy wouldn't change that. Even though you looked in the mirror and saw someone who wasn't as conventionally beautiful as her, you knew that if you had anything on Elena- at least you could say you weren't the exact replica of a crazy, psychotic, nearly-ancient vampire. You were far, far from being anything like Katherine.

You did, at one point, somewhere in between Alaric dying and actually staying dead and this whole new idea of a cure for vampirism, start to wonder what it was exactly that was the most wrong about yourself.

Back to the mirror you went. You lifted up your tank top and poked your tummy, it was soft and squishy. You grabbed at your sides and squeezed your skin together in your hands. A grimace appeared on your face as you lifted up the rest of your top and took a full gaze at the stretchmarks surrounding your chest, around your waist and surrounding your hips like spiderwebs. As you peered down, you noticed your chin had creased into a double.

You burst into tears and you sat down on your bed, trying to tell yourself that you were thinking too much but every part of your mind was shouting that you were a hideous, ugly monster. Monster?

You had seen monsters, you lived with them. Your sister, Elena, was dating a vampire, who had a vampire brother, and eventually even Elena succumbed to being one because one of the first ran her off the same bridge that your parents died on.

And there were werewolves, too. And witches. And Werewolves who were also Vampires and were impossible to kill- the first one- maybe the most dangerous- Klaus. Now that was a monster. A demon. He had done so many things to his own kin and kept them dead for his own safe-keeping, he had killed Aunt Jenna and jeopardized everyone's lives for his own sick army- and you couldn't help but think that maybe there was a root to this evil.

Maybe, as a matter of fact, there was a root to all of the evil things that happened, all of the death and despair and the demons- all of the demons, all of the monsters.

Maybe it stemmed from things like what you were feeling right now- pain and sadness and jealousy, self-hatred and anger, insecurity. You let your tears fall down onto your thighs and waited buried your face into your hands. You knew for the time being, you were completely alone. Damon was off with Jeremy at the lakehouse teaching him how to be a vampire hunter, Elena, you guessed, was with him or with Caroline or Bonnie or something. Stefan? Well. You didn't exactly know.

The Salvatore house was cold and dark and empty, it was like an indoor ghost town and being by yourself inside of it made you severely, severely uncomfortable. It made you scared to be human. Around your ankle was a anklet woven with vervain, but since it wasn't in your system, not much would be able to keep you from becoming a quick and easy kill.

You felt your nose running and you sniffled, standing from the bed to get a tissue. In the moment that your cries had silenced, you heard the main door open. "Hello?~" A thick accent resonated through the corridors. Your heart skipped and you stifled, holding your breath. You went completely silent.