TVD/ TO Imagines {CLOSED}

Mission Staying Alive

It's been a week since I found out what happened to my parents. Since then, my life has literally gone to shit. I'm half sleep deprived and half drunk ninety nine percent of the time. But I refuse to turn off my emotions because then it would be a very bad thing for the town in New Orleans. I may have my feelings towards the Mikaelson people, but no one deserves to die in the way that I kill.

Lucien has been trailing after me like a lost puppy. Not only for my allegiance, but for sex. Though to be fair, we did have sex multiple times this week. I don't think anything of it; I just see it as something to distract my mind from Elijah and how he hurt me.

Each day the void inside of me grows, and I feel further and further away from who I am.

I let out a slow sigh as I stare down into the roaring sea of New Orleans. I am on the top of a pillar of the bridge and just sit on the edge of it. I swing my legs a little as I take another swig of my vodka. Tears stream down my face and I don't choose to wipe them away.

This was basically the last day that I am going to be alive. It's four in the morning, which means that the sun will come up into exactly two hours. It's serene up here; there are barely any cars on the road and the wind combs soothingly through my hair. It's not the worse place to be when I die.

I take another swig of my vodka and started to softly sing into the wind as the mist of the ocean hits my cheeks.

"Everybody knows that the dice are loaded
Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed
Everybody knows the war is over
Everybody knows the good guys lost
Everyone knows the fight was fixed
The poor stay poor, the rich get rich
Thats how it goes
Everybody knows

Everybody knows, everybody knows
That's how it goes
Everybody knows
Everybody knows, everybody knows
That's how it goes
Everybody knows

And everybody knows that it's now or never
Everybody knows that it's me or you
And everybody knows that you live forever
When you've done a line or two
Everybody knows the deal is rotten
Old Black Joe's still picking cotton
For your ribbons and bows
And everybody knows

And everybody knows that you're in trouble
Everybody knows what you've been through
From the bloody cross on top of Calvary
To the beach of Malibu
Everybody knows it's coming apart
Take one last look at this Sacred Heart
Before it blows
Everybody knows..."

I close my eyes as I feel the wind comb through my hair.

**

It was finally time. I take off my daylight ring and place it in the empty bottle of vodka before I throw it into the ocean. I continue to swing my legs over the edge of the bridge top and wait for the sun to come up. When it does so, my skin began to sizzle and turn bright red as it burned. The sound of my skin cracking and popping like oil on a stove made the pain that much worse.

I close my eyes and open up my body more as I know that it won't be long now until I pass. Chills went down my spine and before I knew it, I am whisked away into the shadows. A sigh of relief leaves my lips but the pain was still overwhelming. The figure carries me into a dark, wet tunnel and sets me down on the ground.

"Who are you?" I ask before falling unconscious.

**

My face scrunches as I slowly come back to consciousness. I open my eyes and look around to see that I am in an apartment. An apartment that I have no idea who it belongs to. I reach out grab the couch as I pull myself to sit up straight.

I stare at my body with my mouth gaped open as I see not only that I am in my bra and underwear, but that I am covered in this disgusting looking, gray junk.

"What the hell is this?" I ask.

"Ah, you're awake. I thought you were never awaken. You've been asleep for three days, darling." Kol says as he sits down on the coffee table next to me.

"You didn't answer my question," I say.

"It's an herbal treatment that I learned back in the day from a witch. It heals severe burns and wounds in a matter of days." Kol explains.

"What were you doing atop of that bridge, Y/N?" Kol asks, looking into my eyes seriously.

"What did it look like? I was offing myself. Which clearly didn't work because I'm still here on this wretched Earth." I say as I collapse back into couch.

I place a hand on my forehead and I felt something cold. I look at my hand to see a ring in my right ring finger.

"You have got to be kidding me," I say as I stare down at the steel, black band with an ruby gem in its center.

I move to take off the ring, but no avail. I tug on it as hard as I could, vampire strength included, and still nothing.

"Yeah, I spell it so you couldn't take it off." He says.

"Damn it, Kol. Let me die!" I say.

"Do you understand how wrong that sounds?" He asks.

"I don't care how wrong that sounds. It's the truth. This is not how I want to live. I am constantly battling myself to not flip off my switch because then a lot of people are going to die, and I don't want that. But on the other hand, I don't want to feel pain anymore. So the best solution was—"

"Was killing yourself? Bloody hell, Y/N, if I killed myself everytime I've had it rough, I wouldn't be alive right now." He says.

"Well technically, you're not alive right now." I say, making him chuckle.

"You have no idea how much I missed you. How much we've drove ourselves insane thinking about where you are, and what you're doing. It was Elijah who felt like something was wrong, and when him and I went out to find you, we found you burning on top of the bridge. Do you know how.. awful that made us feel? That we were responsible for you wanting to kill yourself?" He lectures.

"Well I guess we've disappointed each other, huh?" I say.

"Where's Elijah?" I add.

"With Klaus, dealing with Lucien. Him and I are taking shifts, but nobody else knows about it. We want to keep you safe, not only from Klaus, but from yourself." He explains.

"Wait, why would I need protection from Klaus?" I ask.

Kol sighs deeply before saying:

"Elijah told Klaus about your affair."

I look into his dark chocolate brown eyes to see if he was bluffing. When I realize that he wasn't, I say:

"Oh fuck,"