id: @NIKL2US 
            stefan scoffs, biting back a bitter smile. there was something about his callous dismissal that struck him more than the months of being bossed around like a dog. he glances at klaus’ hybrid and flashes behind her, reaching his hand through her back and pulling out a heart. “ one down. ” he throws the heart to the ground, closing the gap between him and klaus as the woman’s body falls to the ground in a loud thud. “ are you listening now? i want your hybrids out of mystic falls. ” 

[he cannot afford to look weak in front of stefan,  yet he could not ignore the venom crawling up his arm  —  the infection festering beneath his skin promising death,  stefan was a lot more useful alive is what he told himself.  staring the younger vampire down before biting into his own wrist,  offering his own vein up to him.]    i need you to be able to think straight.   [dark glee paints the hybrid’s face at the quick sting of stefan’s fangs that fade into a faint pleasure,  the surroundings forgotten for a mere second.  the original reaches for stefan,  a hand cradles the feeding vampire’s neck before pushing him off of him.]   now,  many of the others have met the fate of poor ray here,  the rest simply . .  BLED OUT.  they are all dead.  hm,  any thought to why that is?    [an inquiry, he does not bother to mask the bitterness of.  frustration bubbles up within him,  manifesting in clenched teeth and pulled back lips.]   i must have missed something BUT,  i did everything i was told to!   [numerous millennia of rage and waiting rear their ugly head, releasing in a guttural roar that nearly seems to shake the ground beneath their feet. with unnerving swiftness,  he tears the head off ray’s corpse with a spray of gore launching it into the shadows of the forest with a final snarl.   CALMLY… he finds rest upon a nearby rock,  tucking his knees into his chest—]    i should be able to turn them.           /        @ripperdiaries 

id: @NIKL2US 
            “ …i already told you, i don’t know! ” a tinge of desperation slips through the cracks, pain tended to be the first thing to crawl through the grave he’d dug to his humanity. he clutches his wrist, the venom practically burning him alive. “ i just need your blood, klaus. ” he swallows, the pain started to overwhelm him, and he could hardly force out any words but there was one that he knew the hybrid wanted to hear more than an answer on the whereabouts of his next sire. “ please. ” 

don’t look so unhappy to see me, love.  consider me hurt,  we’re a team you and i.  so when you are avoiding me and nowhere to be found,  you could be out crying for big brother or your little girlfriend—- oh wait,  sorry.   she’s dead.  
            /    @ripperdiaries 

id: @NIKL2US 
            “ nothing gets past you. who knew you were so perceptive in your old age? ” a bitter voice calls out with a soft sigh as the ripper turns around, meeting the suspicious eyes of the original. 

/         surprised       or       confused    pls   ! 

id: @humansdesires 
            * surprisingly, stefan didn’t move away or even hesitate as her nails dug across his chest, but his gaze did soften at her words. he was so blinded by his hatred that he had forgotten the world was bigger than him and klaus— a selfishness he hadn’t felt in over a century * i didn’t– think. * there should’ve been more to that sentence but he couldn’t bring himself to speak for a moment. hurt flashes across his features at the question, her smile and cold gaze making him feel even worse. he’d never pictured them actually succeeding in killing klaus let alone rebekah, he always thought it was be a never ending losing battle until they finally stopped * no… no i don’t know what i actually would’ve done if you died but i never wanted you to get hurt. i never wanted elena to dagger you or for you to drink from that glass and every time i see you it / kills / me that i didn’t fight for you. * his gaze was pleading, desperate even as he searches her eyes for anything. she could always see when he was lying– but that probably doesn’t even matter now *

pray tell, / stef /  [ rebekah circled the latter, the affectionate nickname she coined back in chicago now resounding tauntingly instead ]  what do you think would have happened if my mother dearest had succeeded in her little plan? the plan you so happily obliged in?  [ she ran a perfectly manicured nail across his chest before leaning in to whisper in his ear ]  would you have mourned me?  [ pulling away, she tilted her head to look in his eyes, her own blue hues hardened as her lips curled into a melancholy grin ]  or would you have celebrated my death along with your band of misfits?

id: @humansdesires 
            that… * there’s a pause followed by a soft sigh as he looked up at her, the mask of indifference fastened so perfectly on her face. his head shakes * you don’t actually think that’s what happened,* as unnecessary as it felt to ask, the thought made his heart feel as though a barrel of bricks was pressed against it * do you?

/   im  so  late  but  angst  !!

*   annoyed !!

/      comfort !!