*SCREAMS* OMFG THAT WAS PERFECT. *officially dead*
Ha ha ha, so glad you liked it. I have a plot, by the way. I’m goin
g AU in S3 of TVD. The plan is to keep Elena away from Klaus and the hybrids, so Damon has her holed up in the mountains somewhere, and Alaric is there to train because they want to get her back to having some sort of life eventually - essentially, Alaric will be Elena’s guardian.
Based on Rose-mun’s dream.
Alaric pulled over. There was literally nothing to see. It wasn’t just the dark; either this place was extremely well hidden (underground could mean literally, he thought for the first time) or he was in the wrong place.
But the guy had sounded so sure.
Alaric checked the coordinates again. He was in the place he’d been sent to – but there was nothing here. A copse of trees.
He squinted. Three dark figures were moving towards the trees. The way they moved made him feel ill. Human figures, but… yeah, he’d have placed bets they were vampires, and closing in on their prey. He only hoped their prey was one of the people he was looking for.
It had been hard enough to wrap his head around the idea that there were different kinds of vampires. The idea that there was a related species – to all eyes human – who spent half their lives learning to protect some of them from the others had sounded completely far fetched but he reminded himself daily that once upon a time, he hadn’t believed in vampires at all, and that not so long ago, werewolves hadn’t been an issue, and now he had hybrids to deal with…
He slung the crossbow over his shoulder, checked that the stake launcher was settled properly on his wrist, and headed towards the place where…
Shit, a woman was screaming. Alaric picked up the pace, sprinting, now, eyes adjusting to the gloom, the haze illuminated by the sparse light of the moon. He saw almost immediately that one of them had fallen, but it took him a few moments to register that what he was left looking at was a woman, pressed against a tree, with a vampire feeding on each side of her neck.
Something glinted on the ground. Silver. A stake. He scooped it up as he ran, reasoning that if she had it, it was needed, and before he could really think about what he was doing, he’d staked the first. He (yes, male, though not what Alaric could really call a man – there was nothing human left in these vampires) let up a shrill shriek.
“No way to treat a lady,” Alaric muttered, as he threw everything he had at the second, who was turning, pissed as hell, and had dropped the woman.
His strength was overwhelming – unfortunately for him, Alaric was motivated, and running on adrenaline and a healthy spike of fear. He drove the stake up under the ribcage, and saw almost the second it hit its mark. Again, that hideous shriek, and the vampire – strigoi, Alaric reminded himself, trying to cement the new terminology in his head – fell to the ground, dead at last.
He wasn’t an idiot. Three could mean five, or ten. The woman on the ground – Alaric could see her face, now, she was young, perhaps twenty? Twenty-one? – looked to be in a bad way. High as a kite. Grateful that his eyes had adjusted quickly, Alaric crouched in front of her.
“Are you okay?” He thumbed her eyelids open.
She tried to respond, as she pushed his hand away. Something along the lines of ‘we have to get out of here’, as spoken by someone who’d taken a handful of narcotics – had they poisoned her?
“Yeah,” Alaric said. “Can you stand?”
She nodded, but promptly failed, and Alaric lifted her into a bridal carry. Heading back to his truck, with the silver stake tucked into the belt of his jeans – she looked strong, tough, if he had to put her down to fight she’d drag herself away. But only a minute or so passed before he could see the truck, with no unscheduled visitations.
Alaric got the woman onto her feet for long enough to open the passenger side door and help her inside. She was fighting the effects of whatever had her hazy, but she looked like she couldn’t fight off a kitten, just then. “You’d better be able to give me directions,” he said. “Seriously. I’m either lost, or you guys are really well hidden.” He pushed the door closed, and jogged to his other side. He handed the woman the stake. “Hopin’ this might buy me some goodwill,” he added, turning the engine over. “Lookin’ for someone. Rose Hathaway.”
Her eyes snapped open.
Alaric grinned. “Oh, when I rescue a damsel in distress, I sure know how to pick ‘em. Now. Directions?”
Imagine person A of your OTP being biligual and besides speaking perfectly english they always mutter something under their breath in their mother tongue. Person B secretly starts learning that language and it turns out that it’s a constant flow of praise/dirty talking/other nice thing that comes to your mind. (Eventualy, when person A finds out B learnt their language, they start to use it for talking dirty and get B flustered and/or aruosed in public places. Bonus point if there is an elderly lady that understands them and goes bright red.)
Oh she had noticed, probably more than she should have, but it was really hard not to see how good looking he was, especially when you were in his presence for more than five minutes. Repressing a shiver from remembering her time with him, she looked at Rose as emotionless as she could, not to give anything away. “Well, he sounds okay but..I don’t exactly trust your kind easily.” Her eyes widened as she realised how offensive that could sound and quickly backtracked, stumbling over her words. “I-I-I didn’t m-mean it like th-tha-that..” Was all she was able to get out before cringing inwardly at herself and giving a mental slap to her brain.
“The Queen approved of this?” She asked, a little shocked at the idea. She knew the new Queen was supposed to be kinder than the others, that she wanted change and equality for all in her world, but she never thought it was actually true. For a moment a glimmer of hope grew in her chest at the idea that this Queen could order her release, that maybe she would and could get out of here and see her family again. She was so caught up in that thought she hadn’t really hard the last of Rose’s sentence but nodded anyway, a faint smile lifting her lips and a light in her eyes appeared, one that had been absent for the three plus years she had been gone from home.
“Well, they don’t chain the others down and they are free to leave if they wish but, with me I am a rare case given…what happened. I guess they really can’t risk it and compelling won’t work. Apparently they are more against that than they are holding someone hostage.” Her words left a bitter taste in her mouth, but there they were.
"Hey, it’s okay—don’t worry about it. I deal with the Alchemists a lot, so I’m used to it. And that’s pretty mild compared to the things they say about us," Rose said, giving the human a reassuring grin. "Plus… you not trusting us is completely understandable. If I was you and had been through all the shit you have, I’d probably feel the same way."
It was a struggle not to roll her eyes at the girls obvious surprise, but she managed to restrain herself. After so many years under Tatiana’s rule it was only natural for people to have a hard time adjusting to Lissa’s much more democratic, fair view of how things should be done. She supposed it was always hard to accept change—even when they were positive ones, but the fact that Lissa always stood by her word and never went back on a promise or backed down on the issues she truly believed in were things that no one seemed to stop and take into account. She wasn’t like the former queen who’d had the nasty little habit of making people believe she was on their side, all the while using them to further her own agenda—the way she’d done with the age decree, twisting the testimony to use as proof that young dhampirs were ready to graduate; with Tatiana Ivashkov, if something seemed too good to be true, you could be damn sure it was. “Lissa wants the best for everyone—and that includes the feeders too. We spent two years living among the humans, so she doesn’t have the same prejudices that most of the other Royals do. People keep waiting for her to slip up or act like a tyrant instead of letting the good things she’s done so far speak for themselves.”
Narrowing her dark eyes, she clenched her jaw, trying to hold her temper in check. The thought of an innocent person being forced to stay against their will filled her with unease, making her remember the time she’d spent locked in that horrible, tiny cell, accused of a crime she hadn’t committed—and it increased her desire to help the girl find the strength she needed to stand up for herself. “There’s got to be a better way to handle the situation though…Maybe… I don’t know… they could give you a little more freedom if you had a guardian with you. Even if it was just a day away from court every once in a while. I mean… with a guardian there it’s not like you’d be able do anything to expose us—not that you would or anything, right?”
Slowly making my way through drafts (whilst attempting to make Rose concentrate on them and not the ‘Comrade’ movie on the TV) and then I’ll try and tackle the inbox… so replies are coming, I promise. I printed them all out (group and indie for all my muses) and… well… they say a picture is worth a thousand words, right?
Slowly, his eyes followed the movement of her hand to where they pressed against her throat. He was no idiot, he knew Rose had been bitten while away in Russia, they all knew but no one would talk about it, it was something that they kept hidden away and ignored it, as if it never happened. His own neck bore little to no marks of his time being used as a blood bag, unless you looked too closely, but no one did and so Eddie never had to bring the subject up. Thinking of it now, he remembered the way the fangs felt as they sunk in his neck the first time, how much he hadn’t wanted to like the feeling of his blood leaving him, of the endorphins pulsing through him but he had been powerless against it. Powerless to stop the Strigoi, powerless to save Mason.
Guilt, it was all too familiar, he had enjoyed being bitten, he had been living in a dream like state, had been in that same state when his best friend needed him, when Mason fell to his death. There were days where Eddie could look back on Mason and remember the good times, remember it all and smile, then there were times when all he could remember was the endorphins, and he’d hate himself. Hate everything they had done to him.
A frown etched between his brows and, for a moment, he got the impression that Rose was going to blame him for what happened, hell he blamed himself for it, but as she kept on and he listened he began to understand her way of thinking. Of course, there would never be anything to convince him he wasn’t partially responsible. He could have tried harder to stop Mason from going but he had been angry too, he had wanted revenge for what had happened. Now he knew he shouldn’t have, but at the time the three of them had wanted it, so bad, with Mason paying for his life. “I…I know where you’re coming from and I get it, maybe it’s not my fault completely, maybe because I was bitten it helped us more than we knew at the time but, nothing, no power on this earth will make me believe that I am not responsible for what happened to him, even if it’s just a small fraction. I was there, I could have stopped him and I didn’t. Me being irresponsible lead to that chain of events that killed him.” He frowned at her final words. “M-Mason showed you where I was?”
“I’m just glad you’re happy, if you weren’t I feel like I would have failed him somehow. He’d want you happy, even if it wasn’t with him. He loved you Rose, enough to let you go if he knew you’d be happier elsewhere. Kid was too damn nice and selfless for his own good. Even at the end…” he paused, he hated thinking about it but he couldn’t stop himself. The pain was prominent, Mason had been his friend, his best friend, for years and losing him so fast and too soon, before they had even graduated…it hurt, more than he’d ever admit. “You’re wrong there Rose, about going back. Sure, you could have and fought, but you would have died that night and we all know it. Dimitri wouldn’t have wanted that for you, none of us do.” He rested his hand on her shoulder and gave her a small squeeze. “I can’t say if it were me I wouldn’t have wanted to go back, but in the end, if you had, things would be very different. With you, Lissa, Dimitri…all of it. You were meant to run that night because you were meant to save him, you were meant to come back to Lissa and figure out how to bring him back. If it wasn’t meant to be that way, nothing would have stopped you from running.” He tried to give her as reassuring a smile as he could. He had nothing to relate to her situation, all he could give her was his perspective on the matter, how he saw things. At her next words he frowned a little. There was a time, not too long ago, that Eddie believed Jill was that one. The one he loved and would fight for. He would still fight for her but, when he thought about love, it wasn’t Jill he saw any more, it was someone with a mane of red hair, piercing eyes and a confused but tough as rocks attitude. Thinking of Angeline and love in the same sentence made him shift a little in discomfort. He wasn’t ready for that and he couldn’t be, shouldn’t be. Jill should be his only thought, his only priority. “I don’t think I’m meant for love.” He settled on saying. “Not saying I wouldn’t like it but, I don’t think it’s going to be in my future.”
Eddie grinned back at her, feeling a slight relief. It would be good to have someone else here to help him out, considering he seemed to be some kind of leader with everyone, between him and Sydney, they seemed to be playing parents to the group. “I’m glad you’re here Rose. With everything that has happened, I don’t know who to trust any more, at least I know I can trust you. Still, I’ll be watching you too.” He teased lightly.
“Yeah, but you don’t have to bear the guilt alone, Eddie. We’re all equally to blame—you, me, Mia… hell, the only one who was totally innocent was Christian, as hard as that is for me to say.” Her lips curled up in a small, sad smile, hinting at the deep sorrow she felt whenever she remembered the way Mason’s spirit had lingered around the Academy to help her … to help them all. “He did. After the attack, I wasn’t sure if he’d still be around… but he was hanging around, outside the wards. He pointed out where they had taken you. And… even after everything that happened between us… he stuck around to let me know that Dimitri had been Awakened.”
Sighing, she looked up at the bright blue sky, feeling a stab of pain. The color brought to mind Mason’s eyes and the impish spark of amusement that had always lurked within them. “Knowing the truth is a whole lot easier than accepting it though… you just said as much so I know you get what I mean. Logically I can agree and say that you’re right… that Mase would want me to be happy, or that running away was the right thing to do, but it doesn’t change the way I feel about either thing in here,” she said, tapping her chest, just above her heart. “It doesn’t stop me from having nightmares or feeling guilty… feeling like I failed both of them when they needed me the most. If I could turn back time and do everything all over again, I’d do everything a hell of a lot differently, that’s for sure.”
Her dark eyes narrowed, watching his face, trying to decipher the emotions that flitted across it far too quickly for her to grasp. If it had been anyone else she’d have thought that he might be thinking of someone he was crushing on, but this was Eddie, and in all the years she’d known him, he’d never truly been able to hide anything away from her. He had the endearing habit of wearing his heart on his sleeve, his expression often betraying him in a way that had caused her to tease him in the past. “Don’t say that… don’t ever say that Eddie. Don’t close yourself off from the possibility of love. For a long, long time I tried to deny it too—I didn’t think it was possible for people like us either… but it is. And loving someone… and having them love you back… God, it’s better than anything imaginable. When you find that person who completely compliments you… you have to be open and receptive, or else you’re gonna end up missing out on the most precious gift of all. And you can love someone and still be a good guardian—look at me and Dimitri. We’re making it work, aren’t we? I’m not saying it’s easy… but nothing worthwhile ever is, right?”
Rolling her eyes at his comment, she gave him a pointed look, the slight twitch of her lips giving away the fact she was fighting back a laugh. “Just don’t watch me too closely, Castile—and try to keep those eyes on my face and off my ass, though I know it’ll be hard to do,” she teased playfully. “I’d hate to have to break up a fight between you and my Russian if he thought you were being inappropriate.”