Stefan stepped back as Johnathan slouched to the ground, taking the handkerchief and wiping his mouth. “ Not who I was hoping for, but delicious nonetheless, ” he commented, his eyes darting to the body, now looking like a drunkard passed out in the shadows. “ You see, there’s this list that I keep. Each name is written down to relive, nay, relish the kill again and again. ”
This new information deeply intrigued Klaus. His eyebrows lifted and a grin spread across his features. ❝ Is that so ? Well then, we’re not so unlike, you and I, ❞ he told Stefan. The box of letters he kept in his flat could prove that. Before he could explain that, though, there was a giggle and his eyes instantly locked onto the sound. A woman was waving goodbye to her friend, then attempting to light a cigarette as she walked down the alley towards the vampires. ❝ My turn, ❞ Klaus said with a smirk before speeding away and appearing just in front of her.
Startled, the woman stopped and looked up. ❝ Oh ! Jeepers, you startled me, ❞ she said with a laugh. Klaus said nothing and instead pulled out his silver lighter, flicking it open with a flame for her. She smiled at him, reading seduction in his eyes. As she leaned forward to light the cigarette between her lips, that’s when Klaus pounced on her. She barely had time to scream before her words were lost in her throat as he drank deeply.
“ Interesting, ” Stefan mused, his head cocking to the side before nodding at his new friend as he darted off. He watched closely, his eyes narrowed as he watched Klaus work. Not a word to his prey…interesting. He drank in the sight, his head lolling slowly on his shoulders as one predator watched another.
Walking a few steps closer, Stefan waited until the other had finished before offering his own handkerchief. “ How else might you and I be similar? ” His voice was that of inquiry as he straightened his suit jacket, stuffing the soiled handkerchief into his pocket, out of sight.
Matt groaned as he tried to sit up, a hand stopping him and easing him back to the hospital bed. “God, what happened? Where am I?” His head was pounding, and for the life of him, he couldn’t remember what had happened…or who he was.
Cordelia only removed her hand once she was sure Matt was going to stay put, the blonde smiling in relief at the fact he’d finally woken up. It had been a couple of days since she’d brought him to the hospital ( only after her blood seemed to do nothing ), and for a moment the girl thought she might have to call some of Matt’s actual friends.
“Thank god! You scared the crap out of me,” Lila scolded, her smile remaining in spite of her stern tone. “You’re in the hospital. No idea what happened, though. Was hoping you could tell me. I just found you passed out near your truck. Do you want me to get your doctor or just break you out? Promise to be on my best behaviour.”
His head felt like it was being split open. “Hospital?” Matt’s voice cracked as the sound escaped his dry throat. “Why am I in the hospital?” He lifted his wrist, the tubes and wires not letting him move too much. Who are you?” With each sentence, his voice became more rushed, emotion bursting to the surface as confusion set it. “Who am I?”
Lois dropped the towel on the counter–the one she’d been using to wave the smoke away. Meanwhile, Clark successfully swooped out the scorched mess. A small blow to the good ol’ ego. More than likely she’d misread the preheating temperature, and misread the time it should have been in there. But hey, they had enough ingredients for a second go-around didn’t they? The sudden surge of inspiration to write would have to wait. Though evidence of her messy creative process could be seen strewn around the dining room table. She smiled sheepishly at her husband, her hand on her cheek with slight embarrassment.
“Yeah, yeah…. I know. I’ll give you this win, Kansas. I’m distracted.” she chuckled, leaning her back to the side of the counter. The carcass of what remained in the tin lay flat with sunken craters resembling a moon. Lois poked at it with a giant spoon. “You think it’ll pass art?” she raised her eyebrow slightly, humoring him.
“Wait, hold the phone. The Lois Lane is taking a loss? Breaking News!” Clark teased, his eyes wide with shock at his wife. “I think this might even make the front page, dear. Aren’t ya proud of me?” His teasing went even further as he moved closer, planting a sweet kiss on her cheek.
“It’s definitely something, and I think we can definitely call it art. Should we send a picture to Ma?” Clark knew she’d find it humorous, as he was a horrible baker growing up, and he was just getting a handle on more complex dishes and desserts in the kitchen.
Prompt: Neal knits an ugly sweater and forces Emma to wear it.
“Aw, c’mon! It’s looks great on you! No, no. Don’t take it off. I made it for you. It’s adorable.” He’d spent the better part of the last year knitting a sweater for Emma and damn was he proud of it.
Emma tried the sweater. It was probably one of the worse sweaters she had ever seen even more than the hand me downs she had gotten in the foster system. But she couldn’t help but smile as Neal seemed so happy with himself. They had finally gotten on the straight and narrow and surprisingly well to Emma at least. neal was good at mending and making clothes. Knitting he was not so good at.
Emma had been ready to take it off until Neal told her to not take it off. “Yeah, it’s great to lounge around in.”
Neal stood and walked over to his love. “Thanks for humoring me, babe. I’m glad you tolerate it,” he grinned, giving her a kiss on the cheek. “I know it sucks. I’m proud of it, but it sucks. I’ll try and make a better one next time. Softer, yeah? This yarn is kinda scratchy,” he asked, his hand running down her sleeve before intertwining with hers. “I’ll have to make myself one to match.”
“Do I?” Matt asked with a grin, cocking his head to the side. “Me? A show off? Never,” he smiled, tossing some ice in the air before catching it in the shaker. He really wasn’t one to show off, but when it came to Ella, he’d do anything to make her smile and laugh. He pulled a few bottles off the shelf, eyeballing the amounts as he poured them from a distance. Grabbing one of the juice blend, he tossed it from hand to hand, not spilling a drop as he did so. “What were you thinking for food? I can put your order into the kitchen. Food from the bar always gets out quicker,” he asked, shaking the drink shaker vigorously with one hand while he pulled a clean glass from under the bar.
“So it seems, when I’m around.” Ella answered with a knowing smile to his response, “Then how about we call you an over achiever.” She teased back, but rest her chin on her hands and watched him show off his skills, a smile on her face. “You’ve gotten better.” She noted, as she watched him flip around the alcohol and juices. She put on a thinking face as she tried to decide what she wanted. “Mmmmmm, burger probably, I didn’t get a lunch break today.” She said, as she tilt her head slightly. “We got a new shipment in, I had to inventory it. We got some good men’s items, you should come in and pick some things out before we set them out.”
Matt nodded as he poured the drink. “Over achiever sounds great. Sounds better than show off, anyway,” he smiled, sliding the drink over to Ella. “You try that, and I’ll put your order in.” Matt turned away and headed back into the kitchen putting a burger with everything on the side for a bar order. There wasn’t much on the line in front of it, so he knew it wouldn’t be too long. He rejoined his friend and leaned on the bar. “Wait, no break? I think that’s illegal, El. You gotta eat. Burger will be up in a few. How’s the drink?” He asked, raising a brow.
“Oh definitely! I’d love to come bug you at work one of these days. I think I have a day off coming up, so maybe either after work today or on my day off.”
i need a ‘we’re just about ready to sign off on our divorce papers but oh shit wait i think i’m pregnant and i’m a hundred percent certain it’s yours because i’m haven’t been ready to move on intimately just yet so maybe…, i guess, maybe we could give this another shot and try falling in love all over again’ plot, pls !
“Let’s just say I know you’re more than what meets the eye. These woods aren’t safe. Not for you, not for me, not for anyone. There are hunters. They hunt those that aren’t fully human,” he said, allowing his eyes to glow red once more.
“My name’s Scott. I know you have no reason, but If you choose to trust me, I have somewhere you can sleep for the night, no questions asked.” He said an internal prayer that she would trust him, even in the smallest amount so he could keep her safe from the hunters that raked through these woods at night.
“What do you mean more than meets the eye…?” Then the man brought up the issue of hunters, his eyes glowing red as if to emphasize his point. And Reagan knew of government agencies that policed mutants, she knew of mutant hate groups, she even knew of mutants that went after other mutants… But hunters? They were a new category entirely. She shook her head at the man, “You give me some ominous warning, and you make your eyes glow, and now I’m just supposed to follow you home? Have you ever seen an episode of Dateline?”
Scott stood up straight. “Dateline? What’s Dateline?” He didn’t have time to watch TV, he was busy trying to pass his college courses while also saving people from supernatural beings that threatened the world. He shook his head, focusing once more on the matter at hand. “That doesn’t matter. What does matter is that we’re in danger, out in the open like this. I know you’re not fully human. You’re not a werewolf or banshee or anything else I’ve ever encountered, but I know you’re different. It’s not my home. My friend, Deaton, has a safehouse for people like us, no questions asked. There’s food, water, a bed.” There was shuffling off in the woods, and his ears picked up hushed voices a couple hundred feet away. “They’re here.”
Tom’s brow raised at Cordelia’s comment. “Who, Betty? She’s been here, what, 20 minutes with the one male ER nurse at her beck and call? I’m surprised she hasn’t hit on me while I’m standing beside her,” he laughed, gathering the items he needed from the supply cart and sticking them into his many pockets.
“It’s been 23 minutes, and she keeps sending you off for something new so she can watch you walk away. Not that I blame her,” Cordelia grinned and teasingly elbowed him, watching as all the items disappeared into his pockets like they were being sent to Narnia. “She probably hasn’t hit on you upfront because it’s easier to admire you silently. Without that weird, awkward look you sometimes get. Like that one time when Mrs. Davis pinched your butt and asked to ‘see you’ in a supply closet.”
“Wait, you what now?” Tom teased, readjusting the things in his pockets so he could fit more. “Is this what women think about all day? Hey, I was not awkward looking. Well, okay. Maybe I was. That was weird, even by my standards,” he shook his shoulders, feigning a shudder. “So, what brings you to my neck of the woods down in ED?”
Cisco backup 