These Violent Delights | London 1879 | {Charlijah} 

morally-mikaelson:

 

The minute that he walked into their room the scent of blood hit him, his eyes instantly landing on the man, easily reading the message. Honestly, if he was not dead already then Elijah would have killed him for being in such a place with his Charlotte. He quickly left, leaving the corpse, not really caring at the moment, and went out to find her. If she wanted to be chased then he would chase her. He knew of the little games she loved to play, and to a certain extent he liked to play them, as well. Of course he preferred his games, but he could fall victim to her on occasion. “I enjoyed his bloody corpse..” He replied with ease, if only for the fact that he enjoyed that the man was dead, though he could feel his possessive side rising to the surface. She always managed to keep him guessing, something that could make one mad after so long. There was always that question of whether she did something or not, something he was sure she enjoyed. The smog got thicker as he got closer and closer to her, that laugh that surely sent shivers down the spine of mere humans, ringing through the air. It was so undeniably Charlotte. While Elijah knew she would know that he was nearby, it was quite impossible to know otherwise, he still tried to keep a certain element of surprise. Within seconds the Old One had her pinned back up against the brick  wall, not caring if anyone saw or heard them. “You know better than to have such men in our bed. What kind of game do you believe you are playing with me?” He whispered darkly, his face just mere inches from hers.

Elijah’s reply only served to cause Katerina’s smirk to grow and the wind to shift giving the smog an almost ocean wave illusion. In the distance birds could be heard causing racket and the growling of a few dogs and cats echoed between the stone of a few of the surrounding buildings though the wood of the others drowned it out. “I am positive it would not be hard to find another. You have seen how their eyes wander around me.” She giggled as she mentally replied sensing a rise in his emotions. It was moments later that found her eyeing a man and prostitute about fifteen meters away her having intended to kill them however without warning she has suddenly grabbed, her back slamming into the brick wall and her teeth having bitten her lip harshly, the wound already healing but leaving a crimson coating to her lips and jaw. She watched him, her arms and body pinned and a playful smirk crossed her features as her mouth parted slightly and part of her pinned up hair fell around her shoulders. “You do not tell me what I can and can not do. I am not one of those.. disgusting mortals.” Charlotte retorted, beginning to struggle slightly against his hold determined to not let him win this round so easily and as rolling thunder was heard echoing in the distance she suddenly moved her head forward biting him harshly on the neck as she twisted out of his grip mentally replying to him “that depends on how much you desire me to be yours” and disappeared into the saloon next to them, the saloon itself dark and making no attempt to hide what type of establishment it was. After all they were in a very seedy part of town.

These Violent Delights | London 1879 | {Charlijah} 

The streets were dark, a thick layer of smog lacing the air as the pure-blooded vampire, dressed in the finest of the time walked through the streets unaccompanied. A small laugh escaped her as she entered the less respected area, her game having begun as a storm seemed to be brewing in the air. Of course she had left another one of her messages for Elijah, ‘catch me if you can’ painted in the blood of a half dressed man, whom was currently dead in their bed, upon his chest and now all that was left was tonight’s chase. Charlotte rounded a corner and was grabbed from behind by a drunkard however she did not scream, rather her smirk grew as her face changed and she drained the man ripping his heart out for good measure before dropping him to the ground and wiping her hand on her dark shawl before sensing a power near. “Did you like my present?” She questioned and taunted him telepathically. “We had quite the.. party.” Though in reality she had done nothing but drain the man, but Elijah did not know that. Charlotte continued nearing a saloon and entering into a contemplation of entering and killing a few.. dozen patrons, because why not? It was not as if these people would be missed, they were the scum of the streets. As she strode forward the smog grew even thicker as her laughs carried and she bypassed the first saloon in favor of walking down a darker street.   

theyearofdelena115:

#HIS FACE IN THAT SECOND GIF THO #LIKE HE FINALLY HEARS THE GIRL HIS LOVED FOR 2 YEARS ACTUALLY CONFIRM HER LOVE FOR HIM #AND HE CAN’T FUCKING BELIEVE IT #BECAUSE THAT SIRE BOND SHIT MESSED HIM UP #AND THEN HE BASICALLY RUNS AND SLAMS HIMSELF AGAINST HER #LIKE HE NEEDS FOR AIR #BECAUSE SHE’S HIS HAPPINESS #I CAN’T

Salvation By Any Other Name | Charlotte, Elijah, Elena  

thelightinthedarkx:

morally-mikaelson:

 

Elijah’s own eyes narrowed at her as he heard the tone, wondering exactly what she was going to say next. She always managed to keep him guessing, which something he was pleased with, yet it was always something that could aggravate him to no end. His eyes followed her every move, he hung on her every word, taking in the woman that he had not seen in far too long. There was no doubt that Charlotte was more unstable than usual, something that caused a rise within him. As he watched her he had no need to assert his own dominance and let her proceed on with the little show that she had decided to put on. “Put the girl down.” There was no hint of amusement across his features, he smile slid his hand into his pocket as he waited for her to finish her little games. It was unnecessary and he still had no clue why he was in such a place, finding that he had better things to do. “Judging by your cold demeanor and attitude I would say that no one has showed you proper attention in years. Knowing you I have no doubt that is just the reason you called me down here.”

A small rise of fall of his shoulders was enough for him to dismiss the conversation at hand, focusing back on the girl that was now being violently thrown about by the older woman. He was about to say something when she managed to spill that last little bit of information. “Is that why you have her holed up in this less than stellar place?” It was a question with the obvious of answers, yet it did not stop him from asking it. “You wish to destroy Klaus? Tell me how exactly do you plan to do this? I do not exactly expect for him to come waltzing through the door ready for his own sacrifice.”

A sharp gasp escaped her when the woman moved more quickly than she’d ever seen anyone move before; except—no. Damon. The name she’d remembered before, she’d seen him move incredibly fast. Fear coursed through her as the woman threw her to the couch and was in front of her before she even had time to blink. The man seemed to be vouching for her; but the woman? The woman seemed more than a little vicious. But it made her feel safer that this man didn’t seem to be afraid of her at all. Because he was one of her, Elena could sense it. She could sense both of them, like some sort of pulsating energy.

“Vampire..” That’s right. Her fingers idly wandered up to her lips and she pressed lightly on the area her canines lay behind. “Boyfriends?” She was still terrified, but she found herself unable to call for help. And…her blood could kill some stranger? The two of them seemed to have tuned her out and this was not okay with her. “Take me back home,” she demanded sternly. “I don’t want to kill anyone. I have to get back to Damon. Damon needs me.. I love Damon.” Her mind was foggy and it seemed like all she could go back to was Damon. Though, in the very back of it, she knew there was someone else. A boy. And he meant a great deal to her, or at least he used to. She just couldn’t reach far back enough to remember. “My blood can’t.. Who’s Klaus?” There were so many questions racing through her mind, and as soon as it got muddled again, it went straight back to Damon.

Charlotte was never one to be told what to do by anyone, even if Elijah’s orders had on occasion given rise to a strange and twisted pleasure in making him bring out his dominating side which she would always combat. “So boring Elijah.” She had commented through her mind link to him at his first comment, her having compelled the girl quickly as the screaming wind continued to whip around the room. Tilting her head at the girl’s question she let out an almost manic laugh. “The girl has two male vampires entranced with her and wonders why I taunt her with such a term.” She stated as if it was comical, though in all likelihood she was the only one laughing. 

It was not until Elijah’s next words that an almost animalistic snarl escaped her lips and she had rushed toward him until they both hit the wall, her playfully in front of him as his back was to the wall. “You would like that wouldn’t you? Do you miss this Eli-jah? Do you remember what it feels like to be this close, to feel my breath against you face? How does it feel to know that some many others have ravished what you consider yours?” She taunted before turning her head back toward Elena. “God you are annoying.” She shot at the girl an annoyed expression upon her face. “Who Klaus is is of no concern to you yet.” She stated before turning back toward Elijah a pout forming upon her face. “Always a… what do they say now days.. buzzkill. That is it. There was not exactly time to formulate a plan. The girl died in the car and Katherine was here. Would you of preferred I let Katherine kill the girl and this chance to rid the world of Klaus be gone forever? I acted on impulse, be happy I did. Or.. are you against me? You know that he would not hesitate to kill us. Do you forget that he seeks my end? That he would torture and kill me? That he has tortured me before?” She questioned, a level of paranoia crossing her features. There was no doubt she wasn’t thinking clearly at the moment and possibly hadn’t since she had entered into her blood thirsty haze. “You would not turn against me Elijah, tell me you would not.” She pleaded, her emotions dangerously varying from one extreme to the next.

romanoirs:

 #think about all of the times in her life she’s opened her door only to be disappointed by her idiot uncle  #think of all the times he’s been on the other side of that door only to see her face and think #wow  #that’s my beautiful amazing extraordinary daughter  #look at how she’s grown up  #look at the strong fearless person she is  #only he couldn’t say any of that stuff  #or hug her and tell her how much he missed her  #or tell her how he’s always loved her beyond all reason  #the invisible wall between them must have cut deeper than any verbal exchange between the two  #a father wanting to love his little girl and a daughter who was robbed of the chance to be surrounded by that loe  #nope  #just look at how absolutely stunned and happy he is at the sight of her

It’s my birthday tonight and i’m going out so I won’t be online much tonight or tomorrow. I’m now 23. Anyway, love you all, replies will come at some point over the weekend.

The Vampire Diaries - 4.22 The Walking Dead

Just watched the episode 

danceswithhybrids:

So…Vaughn somehow died on the island. Who’s to say it wasn’t Silas? He said that he BEAT the Hunter’s Curse within minutes of getting it. I was under the impression that Alexander and his lot were the first group of The Five.

I think Silas killed Vaughn.

sweetklausoline:

doppelbangher:

oh god what if Bonnie is in the promo shots happy at graduation because the veil isn’t back and she’s just pretending for her friends and she spends the whole episode pretending she isn’t dead and smiling and comforting Elena and Caroline and getting things done and then she tells them goodbye as she brings back the veil.  

 And saying Goodbye.