I am a citizen of the planet-Second Teaser
I am a citizen of the planet
Author: Eena
Rating: M, very much so
Disclaimer: I disclaim.
Category: AU, The Vampire Diaries
Spoilers: Everything’s game, and about to be turned on its head . . .
“You’re staring, again. Don’t you know it’s rude?”
It’s not staring, it’s glaring. And if he was Becca or Sue, he would find a way to make his glaring lethal.
Of course, he’s not sure exactly how lethal it would need to be to kill this monster before him.
“And you’re still staring,” the vampire finally stops snooping through his iPhone and fixes him with a measuring look.
“I’m sorry,” he mutters, feeling anything but. “It’s just, I’ve never been held hostage before. I’m afraid I don’t know much of the etiquette involved.”
She laughs, blue eyes almost dancing. “Careful with that tongue of yours, handsome. I could decide to rip it out your throat and then where would you be?”
“Don’t know, but you’d be out a hostage, that’s for sure.”
He blinks and suddenly she’s in his face. He starts, because no matter how many times a vampire’s done this to him before, their speed shocks every time.
“Nick-it’s Nick, right? Nick, I appreciate the bravado and the defiance. It’s kind of hot, because men with no backbones are most definitely not hot. But here’s the thing: I’ve been short on patience all my life, and a thousand years has not improved that little flaw in the least. So you are perilously close to my last nerve, and if you want to live to see tomorrow morning, you best wise up.”
It’s hard to argue with a statement like that. And besides, he believes her. She looks at him like someone might look at a puzzle, like she’s be completely okay with pulling him to pieces to get a closer look at what put him together in the first place. He wants to say that it’s a crazy look, but it’s not. She’s curious, not insane-in fact, she appears to have more control and restraint than her friend. That Eleni bitch would have ripped out his throat just for daring to cough in her presence.
The vampire leans in closer suddenly, her nose almost touching his. He jerks back, winces when his head connects with the corridor wall. She finds this funny, judging by all the giggles, but she quickly closes the distance again, this time pressing her face hard against his throat.
He goes still, acutely aware of the touch of her lips against his Adam’s Apple. She moves forward, and she must open her mouth because now he can feel the prick of her fangs up against the side of his throat. He jumps when her tongue slides up from his jugular to his ear. “Whether or not you activate it won’t help you. Eleni’s not big on letting any of your kind go, so keeping yourself in this weak human shell isn’t going to do you any favours.”
“Wh-what are you talking about?” he winces at the stutter, hates himself for the sign of weakness. The voice in his head berating him sounds a lot like his dad-but then again, it usually does.
She pulls back far enough to gaze into his eyes. She’s obviously confused, and that doesn’t really help him. “I thought you and your little friends knew all about how the curse works.”
“We know a bit about a lot of them,” he retorts. “But none of that explains what you’re talking about.”
She tilts her head, the confusion giving away to wicked glee. “Oh my-you don’t know. That’s precious!”
Her laughter is pissing him off-actually, everything about her is pissing him off. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
She has him by the throat in seconds, fangs bared and right in his face. “I told you to watch that mouth of yours. Amusing or not, I have little patience for insipid little would-be wolves shouting profanities in my face.”
He’s sure the fact that she’s got him by the throat is cause for concern, but he’s stuck on one thing. “What did you call me?”
“An insipid, little, would-be wolf,” she repeats herself slowly, loosening her grip and tapping her fingers lightly against his windpipe. “A would-be werewolf, to be exact, if you still haven’t caught on to all my not-so-subtle hints.”
She’s crazy. “You’re crazy.”
Her fingers tighten once more. “Not crazy,” she murmurs around his gasps for air. She releases him suddenly, lips once again at his ear. “The curse is broken and you’re no longer hidden from my kind. I can smell you, little wolf-I can smell the forest and the moon in your blood.”
And then she’s gone, flashed back over to her previous spot by the classroom door, his iPhone once again in her hands. “Eleni’s going to kill you, probably soon. So make your peace with it, grin and bear it-whatever they tell you to do these days, just do it. Denial isn’t going to do you any good.”
Then she purses her lips and gives him a contemplative look. “Do I look like a ‘Caroline’ or a ‘Chandra’ to you?”
He just stares back at her, too numb to talk.
“You’re right-Caroline, it is.”
Author: Eena
Rating: M, very much so
Disclaimer: I disclaim.
Category: AU, The Vampire Diaries
Spoilers: Everything’s game, and about to be turned on its head . . .
“You’re staring, again. Don’t you know it’s rude?”
It’s not staring, it’s glaring. And if he was Becca or Sue, he would find a way to make his glaring lethal.
Of course, he’s not sure exactly how lethal it would need to be to kill this monster before him.
“And you’re still staring,” the vampire finally stops snooping through his iPhone and fixes him with a measuring look.
“I’m sorry,” he mutters, feeling anything but. “It’s just, I’ve never been held hostage before. I’m afraid I don’t know much of the etiquette involved.”
She laughs, blue eyes almost dancing. “Careful with that tongue of yours, handsome. I could decide to rip it out your throat and then where would you be?”
“Don’t know, but you’d be out a hostage, that’s for sure.”
He blinks and suddenly she’s in his face. He starts, because no matter how many times a vampire’s done this to him before, their speed shocks every time.
“Nick-it’s Nick, right? Nick, I appreciate the bravado and the defiance. It’s kind of hot, because men with no backbones are most definitely not hot. But here’s the thing: I’ve been short on patience all my life, and a thousand years has not improved that little flaw in the least. So you are perilously close to my last nerve, and if you want to live to see tomorrow morning, you best wise up.”
It’s hard to argue with a statement like that. And besides, he believes her. She looks at him like someone might look at a puzzle, like she’s be completely okay with pulling him to pieces to get a closer look at what put him together in the first place. He wants to say that it’s a crazy look, but it’s not. She’s curious, not insane-in fact, she appears to have more control and restraint than her friend. That Eleni bitch would have ripped out his throat just for daring to cough in her presence.
The vampire leans in closer suddenly, her nose almost touching his. He jerks back, winces when his head connects with the corridor wall. She finds this funny, judging by all the giggles, but she quickly closes the distance again, this time pressing her face hard against his throat.
He goes still, acutely aware of the touch of her lips against his Adam’s Apple. She moves forward, and she must open her mouth because now he can feel the prick of her fangs up against the side of his throat. He jumps when her tongue slides up from his jugular to his ear. “Whether or not you activate it won’t help you. Eleni’s not big on letting any of your kind go, so keeping yourself in this weak human shell isn’t going to do you any favours.”
“Wh-what are you talking about?” he winces at the stutter, hates himself for the sign of weakness. The voice in his head berating him sounds a lot like his dad-but then again, it usually does.
She pulls back far enough to gaze into his eyes. She’s obviously confused, and that doesn’t really help him. “I thought you and your little friends knew all about how the curse works.”
“We know a bit about a lot of them,” he retorts. “But none of that explains what you’re talking about.”
She tilts her head, the confusion giving away to wicked glee. “Oh my-you don’t know. That’s precious!”
Her laughter is pissing him off-actually, everything about her is pissing him off. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
She has him by the throat in seconds, fangs bared and right in his face. “I told you to watch that mouth of yours. Amusing or not, I have little patience for insipid little would-be wolves shouting profanities in my face.”
He’s sure the fact that she’s got him by the throat is cause for concern, but he’s stuck on one thing. “What did you call me?”
“An insipid, little, would-be wolf,” she repeats herself slowly, loosening her grip and tapping her fingers lightly against his windpipe. “A would-be werewolf, to be exact, if you still haven’t caught on to all my not-so-subtle hints.”
She’s crazy. “You’re crazy.”
Her fingers tighten once more. “Not crazy,” she murmurs around his gasps for air. She releases him suddenly, lips once again at his ear. “The curse is broken and you’re no longer hidden from my kind. I can smell you, little wolf-I can smell the forest and the moon in your blood.”
And then she’s gone, flashed back over to her previous spot by the classroom door, his iPhone once again in her hands. “Eleni’s going to kill you, probably soon. So make your peace with it, grin and bear it-whatever they tell you to do these days, just do it. Denial isn’t going to do you any good.”
Then she purses her lips and gives him a contemplative look. “Do I look like a ‘Caroline’ or a ‘Chandra’ to you?”
He just stares back at her, too numb to talk.
“You’re right-Caroline, it is.”