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A song to ignite three dead hearts

A song to ignite three dead hearts : a Poly!Volturi one-shot

Dark theme, because men who purposefully hurt women should be shown it's not acceptable behavior.

Response to a request by @iloveslasher (using the song Vampire by Olivia Rodrigo as inspiration)

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Since the day the three Volturi masters informed you how important you were to them, you felt your current life was `a dream, and any moment you'd wake up to find yourself back in your ordinary little life.

Your ordinary life was that of a singer. Your agent would get you booked in seedy lounges, and if you were lucky, an occasional piano bar. Your love life was proving to be as good as your singing career. You had been seeing a man who seemingly had a secret life. He lived as if he had money, all the while taking yours, when you were able to earn any.

When you asked him what he did for a living, he never answered, but merely skirted around the question. He'd be gone many nights, telling you he had to meet with some very influential people, but of course he couldn't take you with him, the implication obvious. He lived high on the hog, but you never could find out how he could afford it. The worst thing was all your friends begging you to leave him, but you never listened. He was handsome, charismatic, and made you feel like no other woman was good enough for him. Sometimes.

You thought you were smart enough to know if any man was bad news. It took you six months to see through your lover's facade, yet he had left you first.

Just when you thought your life could not get any worse, you received a random email telling you you'd won a free trip tp Italy. At first, your mood brightened, but then you thought it had to be a scam. You were never that lucky. Still, you called the number and a woman's voice answered. She said her name was Heidi. She explained everything and sounded completely legit. Unlike other scams, she asked for nothing up front. She only questioned you about your relationship status, in case you needed a larger hotel room. You admitted you had just broken up with your boyfriend so would be traveling alone. That seemed to excite her. The arrangements were made and you prepared to leave for this impromptu vacation. Didn't you deserve it, after all?

You had arrived at the city that was your unknown destination in the Tuscany region. Heidi promised you you would not be disappointed, and you weren't. It was a historical city by the name of Volterra. Your hotel room was small but nicely appointed. That first night, you had showered and were lying on your bed, when inspiration struck. You decided to write a song about your ex and the strange but terrible relationship you had. As usual, you centered on the chorus first. The words flowed, and it wasn't long before you had the lyrics and tune. You walked around your room, humming and singing your new song. You wondered if you'd be able to get it recorded as a demo once you returned to the States. Little did you know, you were not returning home, ever.

oooooooooo

The next day, you donned some casual clothing and headed across the piazza where the tour was to start. You saw a beautiful woman dressed in a burgundy dress and black gloves. She looked like an old time Hollywood starlet from the 1940s. When you got closer, you saw she had violet eyes so unusual, you felt drawn into them. Gathered with your fellow tourists, you all entered the structure called the Palazzo dei Priori. Everyone's excitement quickly turned to horror.

The group followed Heidi until you all reached a set of large wooden doors that opened for everyone. Once inside, the doors closed, trapping the group. Your eyes caught the vision of three men sitting on a dais, gazing down at the center of the room where everyone was gathered. Without warning, other figures standing around the room started attacking. You looked around, unsure what was happening, but as soon as you saw blood, the fight-or-flight feeling took over. Then you felt strong arms pick you up, before you fainted.

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You woke to the same three men, staring down at you. You were lying on a large plush bed. You sat up, backing away from them on the bed. A very cold hand grabbed yours.

"You have no need to fear us, my dear. You're very important to all of us," said the man with jet-black hair.

And that was how you found out you were the mate to three powerful vampires. Marcus had explained the mating bond some vampires experienced when they found their mate. On rare ocassions, there could be bonds between multiple vampires as in your case. You were given a room of your own, and the deference not only of your three mates but those who served them. It was true, you cried for two days straight, but then you began to accept your fate which was not death as your fellow tourists had experienced. And unlike your ex, who took and took from you, these men gave to you. Whatever you needed. Money, clothing, gifts and their attention. You listened while they explained their nature and history, and what your fate was to be. Over the next couple of weeks, you felt yourself caring more for them.

While speaking with Marcus in the garden one cool morning, you told him you were a singer. Marcus loved music, and asked you to sing something for him. It had to be a capella, since you had no band or even any recorded tunes with you. He listened quietly while you sang a romantic tune that seemed to hynotize the taller vampire. It wasn't long before the others, Aro and Caius, joined you both in the garden. All three men sat raptly while you sang for them.

When you were done, Aro smiled at you, admiration in his red eyes. "You sing beauitfully, my dear. You truly have talent. Do you write songs as well?"

Now why would he ask you that question. "No, I don't, Aro."

Caius pulled a folded piece of paper out of his pocket. "We think you're not being truthful with us, cara mia," he said, looking at the words on the paper.

You attempt to grab it, but he holds it out of your reach. "How did you find that?" You glare at the blonde vampire.

"We searched your things, to see what you had and what you might need. Do not be angry," Aro says.

Caius reads the words on the paper, even though you know he had already read it. "Who is this foul man who broke your heart? Was he one of us or a human?"

You look down at the floor. "He was human who acted more like a monster."

"You see us as monsters?" Marcus asked. "You compare him to a vampire."

Shaking your head, embarassed, you reply, " No, I don't see any of you as monsters."

Caius' face darkens while he reads the lyrics. "He is a monster if he hurt you, cara. I will find him and kill him with as much pain as possible."

"No! No, please, don't do that. He's gone forever. He can't hurt me anymore."

Aro sits on the sofa, and looks up at you. "Sing it for us, my dear. Let us hear a song of your own creation. You do have a lovely voice."

Marcus sits next to Aro, while Caius takes a seat on a corner chair.

You feel shy all of a sudden, but you owe them so much, so if a song pleases them, why not sing it for them. You stand in the middle of your room, telling them if you had music, it would be better. "The title is just "Vampire". You smile when you see Aro nod. He probably finds it all so amusing, even if the subject made Caius angry.

You stand before these vampires, more humane than the man you loved for six months, and begin to sing.

Hate to give the satisfaction asking how you're doing now how's the castle built off people you pretend to care about just what you wanted look at you, cool guy, you got it. I see the parties and the diamonds sometimes when I close my eyes Six months of torture you sold as some forbidden paradise I loved you truly You gotta laugh at the stupidity

Your inhuman mates listen to your every word, mesmerized by the tune and words, although Caius' eyes darken in anger. How he would love to tear apart the mortal bastard who inspired such pain in you.

You finished your song with the last lines.

I've made some real big mistakes But you make the worst one look fine I should've known it was strange You only come out at night I used to think I was smart But you made me look so naive The way you sold me for parts As you sunk your teeth into me, oh Bloodsucker, famefucker Bleedin' me dry, like a goddamn vampire

Aro heard the last part of the song and wondered if you saw them as 'bloodsuckers' and 'goddamn vampires'. He finally asked it of you.

You walked over to the couch and sat in between Marcus and Aro, placing a hand on each of their thighs. "Not at all. I mean, I never knew vampires existed, then when I find out the truth, you've done everything you could to make me feel welcome. I don't know why, but I fell for that SOB too soon, I imagine. Already I care very much for you all."

"As we feel about you, dear one. We want you to stay here in Volterra and hope you will eventually allow us to change you so you can live with us, forever."

Caius excuses himself, seeing Aro give him a nod so slight, you don't notice.

Your two mates embrace you in turn, thanking you for sharing your gift with them. It's not a gift Aro usually looks for, but one he and the others appreciate all the same. He asks if you might be so kind as to sing for the entire coven some time. Of course, you agree. It gives you the chance to do what you love. You just didn't think they'd like a song about a man who treated you so poorly.

Four days later, you found out why Caius had left the castle. When he returned late one night, he had not returned alone. He had a man slung over his shoulder. Once in the throne room, the blonde vampire dropped his human baggage on to the floor. You gasped when you saw the face. It was your former lover. How had Caius found him? After seeing the smug face again, you find you no longer care about him. "Why did you bother to bring him here?"

Caius grabbed the man by the collar, easily pulling him up off the floor with one hand. He forced the man to look at you. "You dared to hurt our mate, foolish human."

"Caius, aren't you being a little dramatic?" you ask him. You wonder why he bothered to bring the bastard here.

Your former lover stares at you, fear replaced by anger. "Who are these guys and why are you with them, here in Italy of all places?"

"Talk nice, lover, or my mate Caius will tear you to pieces. I imagine he will anyway." Never have you felt so strong in talking with your one time boyfriend. Compared to the Volturi, he was a weak human and of no consequence. You feel satisfied there will be no more lies, no more deceit, no more cruelty. Your song would live forever in your soul, but it would be tamed by it.

Caius bared white teeth at the now frightened man. "Sporcizia umana! Human filth!" His fingers wound in the man's hair, tugging his head back and latching razor sharp teeth in the soft flesh of his neck. Screams echoed in the small room. He drank some of the foul blood, but stopped, letting the human fall to the floor to bleed out. He turned to Felix, telling the guard to dispose of the body. He sped to his rooms to shower and dress, not wanting to see you disgusted by him.

You stare at your now dead lover, killed by one of your current lovers. Well, soon to be lovers. None of them had been to bed with you yet.

Aro and Marcus came to your side. "Are you annoyed with us, my dear? It was Caius' idea, but I did nothing to stop it."

"I should care," you say, unable to summon any sympathy. You will be like them, your sense of humanity changed when you are changed. It was quite satisfying actually. Payback for all the lies, the stolen money, the way he tricked you and used you, and tried to separate you from your friends. "But I don't."

You link your arms into those of your mates and walk with them to your room. "I think that we should spend some time together. Maybe I'll be inspired to write a song about all of you and what you mean to me. For now, I wish to thank you all for saving my life, and for offering me a new one." As soon as you've entered your room, Caius is not far behind.

"We cherish you, il nostro cuore, and will always protect you," Caius assures you. Aro, Marcus, and Caius each gives you a kiss, as if it were their blessing.

"Let's make this our first time," you say, smiling back at them.

"All three?" they ask simultaneously. "At once?"

"All three," you say, your arms open to them. "At once."

A/N : the song credit goes to Olivia Rodrigo with her song "Vampire". It's on youtube, if you want to listen to it.

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averseunhinged · 3 days

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*runs at full speed shrieking through the room and hurls wip at the curse*

If you’d told Klaus a month ago that he’d be spending a Tuesday evening in January winding his Land Rover through one of the poshest areas of the Hollywood Hills, submitting himself to more security checkpoints than Buckingham Palace, shouldering a provisional contract and an NDA so dense and complicated that even Finn, the dullest, most detail-oriented entertainment attorney Klaus had ever known, had been winded by it, and getting an uncomfortably thorough pat down from a woman whose physique put Finn's wife, a former professional wrestler, to shame, he would have called you delusional.

It's a pity he can’t tell Rebekah he’s been conscripted into the Fang Bunny Army. He's lived through five or six rounds of his sister’s membership. Of every album release becoming an event, every award on par with a coronation, every tour a gauntlet of ticket sale shenanigans and elusive meet-and-greet passes, weeks of outfit crises, and transportation horrors. Bekah would shriek herself hoarse when she found out he hadn’t so much as hinted at having been personally summoned by her favorite popstar.

It isn’t only the money that's brought him to this point. For the first time in years, he feels truly intrigued by a potential project. His bread and butter might be plentiful and filling, but his greatest achievement to date is an obnoxiously catchy, instantly recognizable twenty second loop from Kitten Crashers, a cat racing game from 2011, that rarely leaves the trending sounds list on both TikTok and Instagram. It's work, and he's glad to have it, but it isn't high profile by any stretch of the imagination. Not anywhere near the level of Caroline Forbes.

Her teen years spent playing the shrewish, older sister on some Disney Channel nightmare and later a starring turn in Vampires of Venice Beach, an inexplicable mega-hit at the box office, it included an original ballad by Caroline herself on the soundtrack. Critics weren't kind to the song, but it was everywhere you turned for over a year. Their assessment wasn’t entirely incorrect. The melody was banal and the instrumentation derivative, but there was something to the lyrics and more than something to Caroline's voice. The song netted her first Grammy nomination. It was by no means her last.

Which is to say, he's not sure why he's being escorted by security into an old mansion in the Hills. He does just fine these days with scores and commercial background music and thirty second hooks for social media, but he's not famous for it. He'd barely been famous before The Originals had flamed out spectacularly. He and Elijah are far better off without differing opinions on creative direction and an unfortunate predilection for falling for the same woman at the same time. The fallout from the Petrova twins had been explosive and there hadn't been any option but to break up the band at that point. His fifteen minutes certainly aren't anything to recommend him to one of the most successful recording artists of the 21st century.

He's shown into a beautifully restored and tastefully appointed room that is mostly end to end glass, looking out over both an outdoor space and a lot of the city in the valley below, blurring in the golden sodium light of late afternoon. The man who'd taken charge of Klaus at the entrance to the house hasn't bothered introducing himself with the sort of smarmy assuredness Rebekah laps up, always to her detriment, gestures disinterestedly to a bank of comfortable seating where someone has obviously been working all day. There are notebooks, binders, an assortment of pens and highlighters, a MacBook, and two tablets on the coffee table. Two guitars sit in stands: a newer Martin with an intricate floral inlay and a vintage Gretsch he desperately wants to put his hands all over. Propped up in one corner of a sprawling couch is the same brilliant cobalt Jumbo she's famously played since she was eighteen. The woman in question is pacing by the pool, phone in hand, having an animated conversation.

The other man doesn't bother going all the way to the open doors before bellowing, "Wrap it up, gorgeous! Your five o'clock's on time."

Without turning around, the queen of Spotify lifts one hand and presents them with her raised middle finger.

"She'll be with you in a moment," the man says, mild and amused, on his way out of the room. "Don't worry. You're probably already in her good books. Loves punctuality, that one. Bit of a freak that way."

Even though Klaus knows how all of this works, the photoshoots and the costumes, the makeup and wigs, he's still a little surprised by how different she is in person. She looks well enough when she trots inside, but she's still barefoot in leggings and an old, worn soft shirt, advertising the Mystic County Sheriff's Department softball team in faded, cracking letters. Her blonde curls are piled artlessly on top of her head, and there's red irritation around her eyes, nose and mouth from wearing and removing stage makeup every day for months on end.

"Hey, I'm Caroline," she says, as though her name hasn't been synonymous with breathy, acoustic pop for the past decade, and waves a little awkwardly.

"Klaus Mikaelson," he replies automatically, as though she doesn't know who's been delivered to her very nice home with its very expensive view. And then she smiles at him with her own, slightly imperfect teeth, and the only thought he has is oh no. He digs his own grave when he, without any higher cognitive input whatsoever, says, "You must never meet my brother."

#kitten crashers should exist for realsies #i want it #i think i posted part of this somewhere before #but do not remember when or where #so if it's familiar that's why #PRESENT TENSE IS MY PERSONAL CRUCIBLE #I WILL OVERCOME IT #OR CRY TRYING #also i'm moving house rn and it's murdering me ded #hopefully back to regularly scheduled fandoming in a couple of weeks #klaroline wip wed #fu curse

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