Hope stared into Wolfgang's eyes, silently giving the vampire permission to give in to his secret desires. Allowing his prized control to slip away, Wolfgang's lips closed the gap between them and captured hers in an almighty kiss. In that moment of insurmountable passion, Wolfgang was only aware of himself and Hope.
That was until the hunger overtook him.
Wolfgang pulled himself away from Hope's soft lips as his fangs descended and his face transformed. Hope, however, did not seem scared and simply moved her hair behind her shoulder, exposing the delicate slope of her neck. Exposing her jugular vein to Wolfgang.
With a nod of consent from Hope, the vampire launched forwards and attached himself to her neck, his fangs sinking deep into the jugular vein of the woman he loved.
The blood itself was heavenly. More intoxicating in its own sweetness than any other he had ever tasted, compelling Wolfgang not to pull away. He held fast even as Hope struggled in his grip and then went limp, his senses overcome with bloodlust.
He only pulled away when he felt an alien presence in his mind, attempting to manipulate the dream. Pulled into sudden lucidity within his own dream, the guilt dissipated as he realised he had not actually killed Hope.
Wolfgang took charge of the dream and forced the presence to make itself known. A woman in a black dress and veil, appropriate for a funeral, appeared. With a cruel smile, Wolfgang drew upon his power and ejected the creature from his mind, bolting upright as he awoke in the process.
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Wolfgang took himself in in the mirror. His eyes trailed down his body and the way the platinum grey shirt clung tightly to his body. The black suit trousers were tailored to fit and were comfortable as well as formal. He nodded and ran his hand through his hair before following the curve of his freshly shaven jaw. Wolfgang grabbed his suit jacket with a nod to himself and left his room, heading towards the living room to have breakfast before he went to the Salvatore School.
The vampire did a double take as he entered and found the entire 'super squad' gathered in his living room. He shook his head and cleared his throat, gathering everyone's attention but his eyes remained focused on Hope.
"This used to be private property, you know." Wolfgang sighed as he headed towards the doorway that connected the living room to the kitchen.
"Julian let us in." Hope replied and Wolfgang shook his head, "Julian needs to learn his place." Hope sighed at the Nachtstern's antics and Wolfgang turned to the group, his eyes focused on Hope.
"Have you had breakfast?" Wolfgang asked and Hope shook her head as he walked into the kitchen. Kaleb noticed the obvious favouritism and cleared his throat.
"Can I get some food too?" The Hawkins vampire asked. Wolfgang reappeared in the doorway, flipped Kaleb the bird and continued to cook. He appeared a while later and put down a plate of food in front of Hope, who tucked in eagerly.
Wolfgang was about to ask what the emergency meeting was about when his phone rang. He excused himself from the room and walked towards the library to pick up the call.
"Rebekah Mikaelson, what can I do for you?" Wolfgang asked. The vampire waited for a reply and Rebekah sparked up immediately.
"Why do I have to want something? Maybe I just want to talk." Rebekah answered. Wolfgang scoffed.
"Sure. What do you want to talk about?" Wolfgang asked, knowing Rebekah would not have a reply.
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Lovesick - Legacies (The Hunter Book 3)
Fanfic**Sequel to 'Indebted' and 'Sardonic'** Wolfgang Nachtstern is a very unique 724-year-old vampire with powers that rival the Originals, who enjoys his carefree, playboy lifestyle. Wolfgang's survived the disasters of Mystic Falls and New Orleans and...