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❛ 𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙋𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙊𝙉𝙀 ❜ ════ ⋆★⋆ ════
Klaus Mikaelson lit a fuse which created an inferno that couldn't be put out inside Rory Gilbert the second he held the glass full of blood under her nose. A ripper—that was what he called her. A ripper was a vampire who binged on blood, draining their victims until they were nothing but skin and bone. The first time Rory killed someone, it completely took over her very being. She felt so much guilt, it ate her up on the inside until she felt like she was nothing but her actions. She felt so much sorrow despite it being self-defence, no matter how much people tried to tell her that it wasn't her fault.
The second time she had killed someone, it was on purpose. She remembered the woman's name—Lydia. She was strawberry blonde, green-eyed, and screamed louder than a banshee on crack. Despite that, Rory drained her until there was nothing left. She remembered feeling the stickiness of Lydia's blood against her skin, red staining her clothes and hands. She could taste Lydia for days after that, but she couldn't bring herself to feel the guilt she had borne when she took someone's life the first time.
Being a vampire heightened everything about you that was already there. It heightened her temper, her lust, her joy. It was high highs and low lows, no grey area in-between to balance her out. Despite that, it's the best that Rory has ever felt. She'd never felt so... free. She felt like she was a bird flying for the first time, soaring through the blue skies with no one to tell her when to stop. That was what she loved the most about being with Klaus and Stefan; both of them never forced her to stop.
Klaus had attempted to keep a lock and key on her vampiric binges for a while—keyword being attempted. It wasn't long before he realised that not even he could stop her from doing what she wanted: feeding. She loved the thrill of the rush, the thrill of the chase. Sometimes, she felt like she was worse than even Stefan, who was literally nicknamed the Ripper of Monterrey. The summer spent with Klaus and Stefan was full of bloodshed, arguments, and alcohol. She had never felt so alive.
It was incredible how literally dying made her feel like the best version of herself. She couldn't get enough. Blood was her new nicotine, and she was already an addict.
"Rudy!" a blonde woman exclaimed as she stepped out of her house in Tennessee. "Rudy, come on! It's too hot to make me come looking for you!"
She bent down to pick up a toy strewn over the floor haphazardly. When she stood up, she was shocked to see a couple stood in front of her. It was a blond man, arm wrapped snugly around a brunette's waist. The two of them wore matching smiles on their faces, seemingly appearing out of nowhere.
"I'm so sorry—" Klaus began in an awful faux American accent. "—We didn't mean to scare you."
