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emma-nation · 4 years

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Within You - Bloodbound AU- Chapter 1

Summary: One year after defeating Gaius, the gang has finally found peace… Until a tragic incident awakens the ultimate and most dangerous threat they ever faced.

Genre: Angst/Adventure/Romance

Rating: T - Warning for violence and language

Notes:

- Sequel to the fics For You, In The Daylight and Without You. You can read all of them here.

- Sorry to everyone who liked my plot about The First Vampire. I wrote it before Book 2 release and now I really felt like changing it, as I want to explore some characters and elements from the original BB universe in this fic.

- Slightly NSFW alert/Minor Nightbound crossover

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Lysimachus

The previous night had been intense. A failed attempt to perform a ritual to bring back a loved one resulted in someone summoning some sort of demon instead. It took three hunters to contain the threat. Even being a vampire, Lysimachus still felt sore and bruised from the battle.

"What time is it?" He rubbed his eyes and checked his phone screen. 9:36 AM. And about ten unread messages from his sister. Kamilah was extremely upset because he hadn't picked up her calls.

"Same old Kamilah," even almost two years after their reunion, her habit of acting so overprotective of him would never die. He needed to let her know, every single day, he was alive and well. "Oh shit."

The last message wasn't another complaint, but a summoning from Adrian. A Council meeting was scheduled for that night. Being one of the six Clan leaders, he was forced to attend. The subject was said to be highly important and related to his personal interests.

He wondered what could it be this time. Since defeating Gaius, they had been living normally. Some groups tried to follow his lead and start a rebellion in New York, but they were easily contained by Kamilah, Adrian and the others. Their biggest issue they had was his sister's disastrous honeymoon. She and Amy chose a private island in Greece as destination, where they had a nasty encounter with the Order Of Dawn, a secret society formed by some of the most elite and efficient killers in the world. Their sole mission was the eradication of their kind.

If there was an organization Lysimachus hated to his guts, that was the Order. Not only because they rejected him in the past, when he was still a vampire hunter, but because they acted fanatical and biased about their views. It was very pleasant to see their headquarters being burned to the ground, but what they discovered deep down the compound changed everything they knew so far... the tree that originated their bloodline. The Tree Of Eternal Life.

The secret files they found in the Order Of Dawn's computer told an entire different story about their origins. They were all wrong, including Jameson. The First Vampire, supposedly helped by a goddess, drank blood from the tree. Which granted her all the power she possessed.

There was an attachment on Adrian's email. Lysimachus opened it and started reading. He had been studying the tree's blood. And from the results, that story was being proved to be real.

After a quick showering, he went to the same usual diner for coffee and breakfast. The owner, Hazel, was a very sympathetic Fae, giving every meal a personal touch of her magic.

"Morning," Lysimachus greeted, "the usual, bacon and eggs, and... Espresso, extra strong please. I'm gonna need it today."

He glanced at the very end of the diner, at the most secluded booth, near the old jukebox. Lysimachus could barely see her short figure with magenta hair hidden behind the daily newspaper.

"And a blueberry French toast for the lady, please."

Lysimachus sat down right in front of her, who barely noticed his presence until she dropped the newspaper she was reading.

"Hello to you too," he joked, facing her closely.

"Oh, hey," Katherine removed her sunglasses, revealing the results of a poor night of sleep and complete exhaustion. "I came here for some coffee. I don't think I can make through the day without it."

"Same."

"All I can hope is no one will be doing anything stupid tonight. I don't think I can't handle."

Lysimachus let out a small laugh. They had been working together for one year now, hunting supernatural threats and protecting magical artifacts. There was some romance in between, but nothing serious or official. Katherine wasn't the kind who created too many attachments. Neither was him.

"Don't tell me," yet, he felt bad for leaving her behind. Her company was enjoyable. "I'm suppose to go to New York tonight. Council meeting."

Katherine stared at him in silence for a moment before rolling her eyes.

"Why do you even agree to be part of that vampire elitist crap? Isn't it exactly what you always hated and wanted to abolish?"

"I... uh..."

He didn't exactly have an answer. After The Baron's death, he was immediately chosen to have his seat. He rarely spent time in New York though, he mostly traveled through America and other parts of the world, seeking for vampires in dangerous situations, in need of a Brand or protection.

"It's for a greater good," he lied. The position was kinda imposed to him.

"Sure," Katherine let out an ironic chuckle. "Whatever you tell yourself."

Through his cell phone, Lysimachus scheduled the first flight back home. While he couldn't wait to hear his twin sister's complaints about his constant absence, there was one person he wished to avoid at any cost... Priya Lacroix.

"I'll be back next week," he assured Katherine. "But if there's any emergency..."

"You know I can handle it own my own," she interrupted. "But as for you, watch out for threats with brown hair, sharp fangs and red eyes. She was spotted at Alicia's former club several times in the last few months. Don’t even try to tell me she wasn’t stalking you."

Before he could answer, she stood up and walked away, leaving him wondering if that could be an act of jealousy or only her usual bad mood in the morning.

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Kamilah

"Anything else you need, Mrs. Sayeed?"

"Could you gift-wrap this for me, please?"

Kamilah sighed in relief as she accommodated herself on the comfortable seat of her private jet. She thanked the universe, and the humankind, for the existence of airport shops. She was so busy during her business trip to Paris she didn't have time to pick her wife a proper gift for their one year wedding anniversary. If there was one thing she considered extremely necessary was to spoil Amy. Though the girl refused to admit, she loved being spoiled.

Yet, she couldn't grant her the one gift she wanted the most, being Turned. They only had one conversation about this and Kamilah gave her a definite answer. When she reached her thirties, age when she was Turned herself, they'd finally discuss this again. Amy obviously wasn't thrilled about it.

Kamilah opened her laptop, attempting to chat with her brother, but he wasn't online. He was never online, or even answered phone calls, after he started this new lifestyle. Adrian messaged all the Clan leaders requesting a meeting to discuss important information, and she'd be truly angry if her twin brother wasn't there.

During the flight, she took some time to read the papers Serafine Dupont delivered her before her departure. She only met Amy once, during their honeymoon in Greece and an incident with the Order Of Dawn. Being a psychic vampire, it was enough for her to take some conclusions about her wife.

Bloodkeeper, Kamilah read. The parallel line that descended from the Tree Of Eternal Life. Passed to one woman, born in every generation and triggered by the contact with vampires. They had the ability to access every memory, from every vampire that ever walked on Earth.

That was the most coherent answer of why her visions were increasing. Being married to a vampire, Amy couldn't be any closer to that world. Somehow Kamilah felt relieved. After all, the prophecy previously made by Wright's cult in London was mostly wrong. What made Amy special, was her bloodline. She was no Chosen One to bring the First Vampire back to life. That was nothing but a myth created by old civilizations and passed along to their descendants. Only one of the many legends regarding their main ancestor.

She closed her eyes, trying to get some rest before her arrival, but Serafine's last words were still repeating inside her mind.

"There's more about Amy than it shows. I could sense something within her... a darkness."

Hours later, she was finally back in New York. It had passed 7 PM and her penthouse was dark and silent. She sighed, placing her bags near the front door. Amy should still be working at Ahmanet Financial. She was about to make her way to the master suite when someone jumped on her back.

"Surprise!" She recognized her wife's cheerful voice. "Please don't go to the dinning room, I'm not done yet."

"Amy..." Kamilah said, still stunned by the surprise. "I couldn't sense your presence and you're not even a vampire. How on earth do you manage to do that?"

"Practice I guess? By being married to a vampire?"

"I suppose you're right. Anyways, what were you up to in the dinning room?"

"Wait a sec," Amy disappeared through the corridor for a few minutes. "Stay right here."

Kamilah waited patiently, examining her surroundings and being surprised the penthouse was very organized, even in her absence.

"We're making some progress," she thought.

"You can come now."

The female vampire followed her wife, finding a candlelight dinner waiting for her. A huge smile appeared on her face. After she teased Amy a little bit about her cooking skills, they exchanged a few quick kisses and sat down to eat. Kamilah picked one special bottle of wine from her collection. She glanced at her wife, putting on some music on the stereo. Amy had the most beautiful and pure smile on her face. Serafine could only be wrong. There was no darkness inside her. Only light.

"So," at the table Amy's expression changed a little, "how much did you speak to her?"

"Who?" Kamilah took a sip of her wine. She already knew the answer.

"You know who I'm talking about."

After some alcohol in Greece, Serafine let slip some juicy details about their quick affair in the past, what caused Amy to become extremely jealous of her.

"Only enough," Kamilah assured her. "Small talk, work and... about you."

"What about me?" Amy raised her voice, clearly annoyed.

"Your visions. They're increasing, Amy. I needed answers."

"And what did the expert told you?"

"You're a Bloodkeeper."

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Amy

Bloodkeeper. A rare kind of human that possessed the ability of accessing every vampire's memories. Amy shook her head in denial.

"One more label to the list," she thought. "Damsel in distress, The Chosen One, Bloodkeeper..."

She entered the bathtub, that was in just in the perfect temperature. Everything was perfect in her life right now. The penthouse she lived with Kamilah, her high-ranked job at Ahmanet Financial, the business classes she was taking, their marriage... yet, she couldn't help feeling there was something missing. Since her death experience, she was constantly feeling empty, incomplete. Something she couldn't explain.

"I know what it is," her mother told, when she shared these feelings, obviously omitting all the supernatural and eerie part. "Motherhood. Your biological clock is ticking."

"Mom, I'm only twenty-four. And no, we're not even considering this possibility yet."

Deep down, she knew what would fill that hole. She knew exactly what she needed. She wanted to be Turned. Amy intended to keep all the promises she made in her vows, except for one: 'til death do us part. They could skip that part. It could be easily replaced by: 'til Turning makes us eternal.

When she left the bathroom, Kamilah was getting dressed for the Council meeting. She picked something formal, yet more casual, instead of her usual suits. Even after being together for two years, Amy was always impressed by how stunning she looked. Her wife would look great in anything she wore, even in the costume Lily designed her for their last Halloween party.

"I forgot..." She sighed, recomposing herself. "I printed the reports from the last few days, I left them on the office's desk."

"I don't need to see them," Kamilah shrugged. "I trust you, you run that company so well as I do."

"You're gonna make me believe it someday."

"It's true. Your communication skills have gotten us profitable deals, attracted new clients and everybody loves the improvements you suggested. Trust me, you're doing absolutely great."

Amy sat down by her side in bed and laced her fingers with hers. She felt a little remorseful for arguing with Kamilah as soon as she came home. She had all the right in the world to be concerned. Living for over two millennia, she had done things she deeply regretted, and having Amy to watch them, like a movie, should be truly upsetting.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I'm just... sick of all of this. All these names and speculations about me. Can't I just be... Amy? Amy, the regular mortal?"

"You're far from regular. You're the most remarkable person I've ever met," Kamilah tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. "Whatever you are, Amy Sayeed, I love you."

"I love you too."

Amy wrapped her arms around her wife's waist, kissing all the way up from her neck until her soft lips. She kissed them passionately for minutes. While their tongues moved together, Kamilah’s hands moved down to the knot on her bathrobe, untying it and exposing her naked body.

“I missed you,” her nails softly raked Amy’s stomach, “so much.”

“And so did I,” Amy whispered in her ear. “But you were always on my imagination, you know?”

Her last sentence sparkled Kamilah’s attention, who raised a curious eyebrow.

“Oh really? Have you been having fun without me?”

“Quite a bit, if you ask me.”

That was one of Amy's favorite manners to provoke her wife when she was away on her business trips. Or she'd ask her opinion on which underwear she should wear that night, followed by pictures. It had the power of causing some interesting effects when the female vampire got home.

Kamilah's hand traveled down her body and stopped in the middle of her legs, touching her most sensitive spot only to tease her.

"After this Council meeting," she spoke in her usual demanding tone, "you better be prepared."

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Kamilah

Adrian requested to see Kamilah in particular, one hour before the meeting started. He wanted her to be the first one to see his findings in person. She and Amy arrived at Raines Corporation at 11 PM, Lily was already there, preparing the slide-shows. While the girls got distracted, speaking about their video games and favorite TV shows, Kamilah followed Adrian to the laboratory.

"Is it..." her eyes went wide as she observed the ancient, marble sarcophagus in the middle of a highly secured room.

"Yes," Adrian told. "I retrieved it from that underground temple in London. But..."

"But?"

"It's not the First Vampire in there."

"What?! What about Amy's visions when she was in that death state? She saw her. She spoke to her."

"Indeed, she spoke to her trapped spirit, but, this? This is unreal, Kamilah. The First Vampire's body is stored somewhere else."

That wasn't the only one of his findings. Since the discovery of the Tree Of Eternal Life, Adrian obtained many samples of its blood for studying purposes. The blood that started both of their lines, Vampires and Bloodkeepers. The blood that was rumored to be the ultimate source of power.

"The results are absolutely impressive," he explained. "For example, besides finding out this body is not the First's, I concluded that what truly killed Gaius was Amy's blood, not that stake. The Bloodkeeper blood in contact with his heart, had the ability of destroying an ancient vampire."

"So?"

"Unlike ours, her blood has no impurities."

He drove her to another section of the laboratory, where the samples of the blood were being studied for different purposes. One of them, was Adrian's most proud creation, a serum that could cure Ferals and prevent new vampires from developing that condition.

"What about the the other samples?" Kamilah asked, her eyes running through the screens and laboratory machinery in front of her.

"One of them is to give us more time in the sunlight."

That was no problem for Kamilah. Her ring still worked perfectly, even after some time. And so did her brother's and... Priya's. Lacroix's new line of swimming suits and beach outfits was hit during the last summer.

"And these," Adrian's lips turned into a smile, "my two biggest dreams. Two projects in development."

"Don't tell me you're trying to become human again?" Kamilah rolled her eyes.

"It could be an alternative. Kamilah, some of us never wished or adapted to this life."

"Fair enough."

That wasn't the case for her. After 2065 years, she was pretty comfortable being a Vampire. With Amy, she was enjoying her life at fullest now.

"This one is my top secret project," Adrian showed her another sample. "It's uh... a project for us to be able to reproduce. I don't know what results it could bring and I have no one willing to test."

Kamilah quickly dismissed that subject. Being a mother was something she never considered before, not as mortal, even less as vampire. At the moment, Amy completely agreed with that decision. They still had a lot to experience together before taking such a big step in their relationship.

She returned to the main hall, where a surprise awaited for her. Her long missing twin brother had finally showed up.

"Well," Kamilah crossed her arms and frowned. "Hello, stranger."

Lysimachus didn't say anything, he only involved her in a bone-crushing hug and messed up her perfectly lined hair.

"I missed you too, sister."

"Well, your life must be active in New Orleans as you barely have time to call anymore."

"Sorry," he smiled. "I've been quite busy."

"When am I going to meet her?" Kamilah playfully elbowed him.

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

Together, they followed to Adrian's conference room, where the meeting was about to start.

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Lysimachus

Since the night of Kamilah's wedding, Lysimachus had permanently cut ties with Priya. The only few times they met were during Council meetings or when she was visiting New Orleans by occasion. The fashion designer wasn't obviously interested in changing for better, or maintaining a healthy relationship. All she ever cared about was her fame, status and herself.

As usual, she made her late entrance in the conference room, eyes focused on her cell phone and pretending to not notice his presence.

Kamilah started with the formalities and, before passing the word to Adrian, she asked:

"We have some important information to be shared tonight, but before that, anyone has another subject that should be discussed in this meeting?"

"I do," for the first time Priya looked at him. "I'm starting a petition to impeach Council members that who are mostly absent from meetings and have a questionable conduct, such as hunting their own kind or sharing private information. Also, the Pact clearly states that every member should be a New York resident."

Lysimachus ignored her desperate attempt to insult him. He should be expecting that. Priya would attack him in every opportunity she had. Three of the projects he proposed to the Council were denied because of her.

"I meant..." Kamilah sighed, "another important subject."

"I'm getting married!" Lester announced, standing up from his chair. "We've met during my visit to a ranch in Texas. She's a cowgirl and horses aren't the only thing she's good at riding, you know..."

"What?" Lily and Jax asked at the same time, exchanging looks. "Ewww."

"I never thought I'd say that," Amy said, "but I miss The Baron. At least with him we had all these interesting murder and betrayal accusations, instead of... this!"

Kamilah only shook her head and gave Adrian a signal to proceed with his subject. While Lily set up the technological part, they still had to hear Lester bragging about his fiancée for some very long minutes.

"Congratulations," Lysimachus tried to make him stop before it became to graphic for everybody's sake.

"Yeah," Priya smirked sarcastically. "Maybe you're next, Hunter. I mean, after you sell out our heads to your girlfriend, she'll want to stick around."

It was becoming too much for him.

"I never shared a single bit of information we discuss in this room with my co-workers from New Orleans!"

"Can you all shut up?!" Kamilah angered. "Relationship counseling is in a different building. Two blocks away."

The presentation started. He knew what Adrian was about to share, being a former member of his company he had sent him all the research results he managed to obtain beforehand. Now, they were finally having access to real information about their origins and all the potential the blood from the Tree had, not only to create but to destroy.

"Any further comments?" Adrian inquired.

"I'm not a disgusting Feral, I can walk in the sunlight and I have no interest having children," Priya headed to the exit. "Can I leave now? My new collection isn't going to draw itself."

As she opened the door, another female figure was standing outside. Everyone turned their heads and stopped to watch. Katherine walked into the conference room, going straight to Adrian.

"Adrian Raines? I've obtained confidential information that, not only you're in the possession of the First Vampire's blood, but has been using it for research."

"That's correct."

"Being it considered one of the most powerful and ancient artifact, I've been hired to monitor it closely."

"Why don't you follow me to my office?"

As they both left, the whole room stared directly at Lysimachus, even his own sister. He had absolutely nothing to do with that, except... that he remembered connecting his cell phone to Katherine's computer one night to sync some files.

"Fuck!" He thought. He couldn't have acted so careless.

Priya stood by the door with a victorious grin on her face.

"I told you so," she said before leaving.

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Amy

When they finally made back home, a heavy rain started pouring outside. Kamilah was completely stressed, pacing around her home office. At first, she thought to be a scheme plotted by Priya against her brother, until he admitted his mistake. Yet, someone had indeed hired Katherine to have deep access to Adrian's research and they couldn't figure out who.

"I always knew my brother was making a mistake getting involved with those people," Kamilah vented to her. "Sooner or later, it was bound to happen."

"Do you think Priya is actually right?" Amy massaged her wife's tense shoulders. "That he must pick, between New Orleans or being a Council member?"

"The more I hate to admit it, yes. Lacroix is right this time, Amy. Even though my brother has done an amazing job as Clan leader, he can't keep a double life as Nighthunter. He may have put us all in danger, that was the most important information we had in ages."

"And what do we do now?"

They had been together long enough for Amy to decipher all Kamilah's looks. The one she had at the moment meant she was about to suggest something she wouldn't like.

"No..." Amy scowled. "Absolutely not."

"Amy," Kamilah closed her eyes, trying to stay patient. "Adrian agreed. Being a psychic vampire, Serafine can debrief her."

"Doesn't your brother knows how to debrief people? Why her?"

"He's not doing it. Lysimachus thinks it's too extreme and could put her in danger with her employee."

"Okay," Amy threw her hands in defeat, "it's for a good cause I guess. But she's staying away from you."

"Of course."

Suddenly, Kamilah had her pinned down to the bed, eyes red in desire.

"I love when you're jealous," her nail traced Amy's cheek. "I can sense the insecurity in your heart, the fear of losing me to someone else, the thought that you're too inexperienced..."

Kamilah was right. Amy had all of that in mind when it came to Serafine, Gaius or even her Italian girlfriend. The flashes that were now often popping-up in her mind of their moments together only made it worse.

"But truth is..." she whispered in her ear, "no one has made me ever feel this way before," Kamilah placed Amy's hand on her chest, where she could feel her heart beating fast.

"Really?"

Kamilah didn't answer, her eyes were determined to prove Amy her feelings. She drove Amy's hand to another spot, inside her underwear.

"Or this way. You have the power of driving me completely crazy."

"Okay," Amy smiled in satisfaction, feeling how much her wife wanted her. "I see your point now."

She wanted her too. She wanted her really badly. Their mouths had just found each other when a cell phone started buzzing.

"Ignore it," Kamilah ordered, against her mouth. "I don't want to hear anything else, other than you saying my name loud tonight."

It continued. And Amy tried to keep her focus on the tips of Kamilah's fangs brushing her neck. But the buzzing wouldn't stop, for some reason it seemed to grow louder. It was entering her ears causing discomfort. Penetrating her brain like if it was ringing inside it.

"I'm going to pick up," Amy told, pushing her away. "All this noise is giving me a headache."

"Huh?!" Kamilah furrowed her brows confused. "I can barely hear it, it's coming from your purse in the living room."

As Amy grabbed her phone, the number of missed calls scared her but no more than the text from her mother.

"Amy, what's wrong?"

She couldn't answer. She just stared at the screen paralyzed in horror.

"K-Kamilah... it’s my dad... h-he's in hospital. He had a heart attack!"

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whitewitchdani · 6 years

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Infinitely Different: Chapter 11

Read Chapter 10 Here

Word Count: 3,640 (oops)

Pairing: Winchester!Sister Reader x ???

Warnings: language, angst, canon typical violence

A/N: Chapter 11 is here! And it’s really long (sorry not sorry). It’s worth it I promise. PSA if it is in italics, it happened in the past! I hope you guys like it! Let me know what you think and let me know if you’d like to be tagged!

Infinitely Different Masterlist

You reluctantly heeded Stefan’s advice and set off for the Mikaelson Manor. The whole time you were praying that Klaus wasn’t there, and that your stomach would calm down enough that you wouldn’t throw up from nerves. You rarely got nervous anymore, so the feeling was foreign. But from what you had heard Klaus was a force to be reckoned with, and a hunter showing up at his home looking for his brother would probably not be received well.

Men, relationships, love; you had no experience with these things. You had one boyfriend in high school and Dean ran him off fairly quickly. After that, it was a lot of lonely nights and a few racy ones in the cheap motel rooms of backwater towns across the continental U.S.

It was unfathomable to you that these two men could want anything to do with you. You, Y/N Winchester: a rugged hunter who drank too much, was covered in scars, and had enough family issues to make Dr. Phil cringe. Although, if there was anyone who could understand the struggles of the life you led, it would be those two.

You had allowed Stefan to drive your car back to the boarding house, with the promise of death if she had even the slightest ding, so you could walk your way to the Mikaelson Manor. It was a decent distance from the falls, but you didn’t mind. You needed the time to think and walking through the woods always gave you a sense of calm and clarity.

Your mind wandered to Damon as you trudged through the woods of Mystic Falls. God, why did he have to drop this bomb on you? It came out of nowhere! You hadn’t even talked in the two years you’d been away. But then again, was that the reason why? You shook your head, this is not what you thought would happen when you became friends with these people. The Damon you knew then was extremely different, until the day you saved his life.

“Stefan this is a really bad idea. Your brother hates me.”

“Damon doesn’t hate you. He-”

“He literally said ‘I hate you’ to my face the last time I saw him. Which was when you had the bright idea to tell him I was a hunter.”

You paced around your small apartment above the bookstore you worked at in the town square of Mystic Falls. Stefan was sitting on the couch while you paced in front of him, contemplating the best way to get you in on this plan, because he needed everyone.

“There’s a rogue pack of werewolves headed towards Mystic Falls, Y/N. It’d be suicide for a group of vampires to take them on alone and if they reach town it’ll be a bloodbath. We need you.”

You sighed. You knew he was right. “I had to pick this town to move to. You do know I moved here to stop hunting, right? ”

He smirked, “Picked the wrong town for that, Y/N/N.” Slinging his arm around your shoulders, you left your apartment and got into your car parked in the square.

“Yeah I got that when your brother tried to eat me and I almost staked his ass,” you deadpanned as you drove toward the boarding house.

“Hey, he wouldn’t have killed you. Probably.”

“You showed up just before I pulled the stake out of my jacket, so you’re lucky I didn’t kill him. I still don’t get why you were so calm about me being a hunter.”

“The fact you didn’t kill me on sight and let me talk to you. Most hunters wouldn’t have done that. I mean you still threatened to kill me but look at us now, six months later and the best of friends.”

You smiled, Stefan really was your best friend; something you had never stayed in one spot long enough to have. “Yeah, yeah. I’m still debating on whether or not to kill you since you guilted me into helping you and your brother.”

Stefan sighed, “If you really don’t want to help Y/N I’m not gonna make you. But something tells me that even if I would’ve left without you a few minutes ago, you would’ve shown up here sometime tonight. You’re a hunter, saving people is hardwired into your DNA.”

You glanced at him as you pulled into the drive of the Salvatore Boarding House. It was strange how well he was beginning to know you; at this rate he’d know more about you than your brothers who you’d lived with since you were 6. “Do you know how annoying it is when you’re right?”

He broke into a big smile, “I do and I enjoy it. Come on; let’s go find Damon. Alaric should be with him and the four of us together should be enough to take down this pack.” He explained as they walked to the front door.

“I maintain my opinion that bringing me on was a bad idea Stefan. Damon may just use this as an opportunity to kill me.”

You stepped inside the entryway of the boarding house and Stefan turned to look at you, “That’s not going to happen. We need you, Y/N. And I trust you to have all of our backs, just like we’ll have yours.”

“Speak for yourself.”

You both spun around to see Damon leaning on the doorway to the parlor. He gave you a smug smile and you turned to throw a bitchface to Stefan. His brother was going to kill you.

“Damon, stop. She’s here to help.”

Stefan followed his older brother’s retreating form into the parlor and you followed suit, finding Alaric in there as well. You had only met him a handful of times, but he was a former hunter and that instantly gave you two a sort of bond.

You smiled and sat next to him, “Hey Ric.”

“Hey Y/N. You get roped into this too?”

You laughed, “Always. You may have hunted mostly vamps in your day but I hunted everything, taking out my fair share of werewolves so apparently I’m needed. Stefan didn’t really give me a choice in the matter, he guilted me by appealing to my inner hunter morals. Rude.”

He laughed, “Sounds like Stefan.”

“Okay you two can we please discuss how exactly we are going to save our lovely town from the pack of dogs that are determined to roll through? Or Y/N did you come here solely to piss me off?” Damon half-joked as he plopped on the couch across from you and Ric, laying sideways with his feet on the armrest.

You rolled your eyes and stood, “Maybe both, asshole. But I digress; it’ll be fairly simple. Ric and I will have guns with silver bullets; you and Stefan can rip hearts out like I know you love doing so much. Everyone just needs to watch each others backs, wolves are smart.”

“That’s it? That’s your plan?”

“You got a better one? I’ve been a hunter for years Damon and the best thing you can do is know where they’re going to be and show up as prepared as possible.”

Damon huffed and rolled his eyes, especially when he saw Stefan and Alaric nodding along with your plan.

“Seriously? You guys too?”

“She’s right, Damon. There’s no point in planning, only preparedness.” Alaric told him with a clap on the shoulder. “I’m gonna go back to my place and get a few things. Stefan, you wanna come?”

You looked at the youngest Salvatore wide eyed, pleading him not to leave you alone here with his brother. But by the look he was giving back, he wasn’t listening.

“Sure. You two behave while we’re gone; don’t kill each other. I’m pretty sure the maid’s sick of cleaning up blood.” He gave you both a sarcastic smirk and followed Alaric to the front door.

You scrambled on Stefan’s heels to stop him before he left, “Are you mental? You stay here, I’ll go with Ric.”

“No, I’m going with Ric and you and Damon are going to stay here and attempt to become civil with each other. We can’t fight together if we don’t trust each other.”

You shrunk under Stefan’s reprimand, “I’ve tried, Stefan. I don’t know what else to do.”

He hugged you and walked to the front door, “You’ll be fine. We’ll be back in a little while.” With a smile he walked through the front door and left you alone with Damon.

You sighed and turned back to the parlor. You could do this; there was no reason that Damon should intimidate you. He’s just Stefan’s asshole brother, a vampire like any other you’ve encountered.

As you walked in, you saw that Damon hadn’t moved from his spot on the couch. You took a deep breath and walked past him to the bar, pouring yourself a healthy serving bourbon and downing it before pouring another one and turning to face Damon. Fuck it.

“You know, I don’t get what your problem with me is. I’ve never actually done anything to you except exist in your presence.” You downed your drink and held up your hand when he went to speak, “Mm, and it can’t just be the fact that I’m a hunter, or used to be, whatever. Because so was Alaric and he’s your best friend. He trusts me, Stefan trusts me, so, Damon, what’s your issue?”

He smirked, “Don’t mistake the fact that we haven’t set you on fire in your sleep for trust.”

You rolled your eyes, “Whatever, Damon. Don’t talk to me. Don’t trust me. I don’t care. But do trust that when we go to face those werewolves tonight that I will have everyone’s back, everyone’s. Including yours, even if you don’t have mine.” You slammed the bourbon tumbler down and stormed from the room.

Later that evening you and the three men were creeping through the woods of Mystic Falls searching for the rogue werewolves trespassing in your town. Stefan was at the front of the group, followed by Alaric, while you and Damon brought up the rear.

You were a few miles out from the Lockwood Mansion when Stefan raised his hand to stop the groups advance, “Shh, listen.”

You all stopped to listen for whatever it was Stefan had heard. You and Alaric didn’t hear anything, being human, but Damon’s vampire hearing picked up what Stefan’s had.

“They’re here, about a half mile east. They must sense the werewolf presence at the Lockwood’s.”

“Let’s split up, flank them. Hopefully taking them from two sides will give us better odds. Stefan with me, Ric you and Damon come from the left and we’ll come from the right. Meet in the middle and kick some ass.” You said with a smirk.

Cocking your gun, you and Stefan set off in the direction of the werewolf encampment. Damon and Alaric hung back, giving you both a few minutes to get around to the other side to get into position.

When everyone was in place flanking the encampment, you held steady. Counting seven wolves total, you were fairly confident in your group’s ability to take them down with little issue. You and Alaric were both seasoned hunters, and Damon and Stefan were both extremely fast, even for vampires.

Looking to Stefan, he nodded. You then looked over to where Alaric and Damon were making eye contact with Ric who also nodded. It was showtime.

You were the first out of the shadows and the first to take down a wolf with a silver bullet straight to the heart, no issue. You heard another gunshot behind you followed by a thud. Turning, you saw Alaric already moving on to his next target. Stefan already had his hands in the chests of two wolves, and his brother was in an identical position to your left. This was going smoother than you had anticipated.

You had spoken too soon, of course, as an unknown eighth wolf came barreling out of the darkness towards Damon whose hands were still in the chests of the two other wolves.

“DAMON!” you screeched and ran toward him.

The dark-haired vampire turned, dropping the two hearts to see the wolf running straight for him. Before he could even react, he felt himself be shoved out of the way and to the ground. When he looked up, ready to rip Stefan a new one for stealing his thunder, his eyed went wide and he, surprisingly, felt himself start to panic.

Instead of Stefan he saw you on the ground grappling with the wolf that had tried to attack him. You were holding your own but this man was twice your size, and a werewolf. He was frozen as he came to the realization that you threw yourself in the line of fire to save him.

A scream cut through the night as the wolf’s claws sliced down your right arm. Damon was shaken from his inner dialogue at your pain and scrambled to his feet in an attempt to come help you.

Suddenly, both you and the wolf stopped moving. The three men standing in the woods didn’t dare to even breathe as they waited to see what would happen. After a few seconds, the wolf rolled from on top of you, landing on his back beside you with a knife handle protruding from his chest. Stefan, Alaric, and Damon all three let out a collective sigh.

You laid there panting, “You know, I really appreciate, my aunt Ellen, sewing that, knife sheath, into my boot.” You took a few seconds to attempt to calm your breathing, “Comes in handy more often than you’d think.” You looked up at the three men standing over you with a smirk.

Alaric reached out his hand and you grabbed it with your good one, hoisting yourself from the ground. “You’re crazy, you know that? You tackled a freaking wolf twice your size.”

You bent and plucked your knife from the wolf’s chest, “Won though didn’t I?”

“How’s your arm?” Stefan asked abruptly.

You hadn’t really noticed it or him and Damon hanging back, but you looked down to see your right arm covered in blood thanks to the four claw marks down it. You ripped the bottom of your already ruined shirt and wrapped it the best you could.

“It’s fine. We should take care of these bodies and then get back. I’m gonna need to stitch these up.”

“Go, take Ric with you. Me and Damon can get it done quickly.”

You nodded and linked your good arm with Ric’s. Now that you had acknowledged the wound on your arm and the adrenaline was wearing off, you were exhausted and hurt all over.

Ric helped you up to the room you typically stayed in at the boarding house when you got back. “Do you need any help?”

“There’s a duffle on the bed and inside there’s a black case, grab it. It’s my med kit.”

You walked into the bathroom while Ric fetched your kit. Peeling off the shirt you had on slowly and painfully, you stood in the bathroom in your bra cleaning the marks. When Ric came back, he handed you the bag.

“Thanks Ric, I got it from here.”

“Are you sure? You’re going to give yourself stitches?”

You let out a small laugh, “Ric I’ve been stitching up my Dad and my brothers since I was 6. When I finally started hunting, Dad was either too busy or drunk to care and Dean sucks at it so I did it on myself most of the time. I’ll be fine.” You both turned when you heard the front door slam downstairs. “Go see how they’re doing, make sure they got everything done okay.”

He smiled and squeezed your good shoulder, “Just holler if you need anything.”

You nodded and watched as Ric left the bathroom. Looking in the mirror you took a deep breath, grabbed the bottle of bourbon you nicked on the way upstairs, first took a healthy pull, and dumped it on your arm.

You bit back the scream that threatened to spill out from the burn, replacing it with a stream of expletives that would make even Dean blush. How your hand was steady enough to thread the needle you’ll never know, but you did it and started on the first gash.

This is why you had left hunting. You saved people and that was so important to you, but you couldn’t take the constant beating to your body anymore. Having to sew yourself back together at the end of the night just wasn’t worth it.

You had finished the first claw mark and were about to start the second one when you looked up into the mirror and gasped. Damon was standing in the doorway of the bathroom.

You spun to face him, “Jesus Damon, you scared me. How long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough to tell you that you could’ve used the rubbing alcohol that’s downstairs instead of jacking my bourbon.”

You spun back around, avoiding eye contact. “Sorry, habit. I don’t think I’ve ever used real rubbing alcohol to clean a wound before.”

He hopped up to sit on the counter, “Yeah, Ric came downstairs bitching about your medical choices. Did you really sew up your Dad when you were 6?”

You looked at him sheepishly before starting on the next gash, hissing when the needle first went through, “Yeah. Um, after Mom died John took me in. Sam didn’t know how to sew and Dean was old enough to hunt with him so that left it to me to fix them up if they came home hurt.”

Damon shook his head as he watched you stitch the claw marks, “Your Dad sounds like a grade A douche.”

You laughed, “John was, something else for sure. But he was my Dad and I mean, he didn’t have to take me when Mom died. He did though and taught me how to hunt. But everything else in my life I learned from Dean. He raised Sam and me.”

Moving onto the third claw mark was difficult, for some reason it was more tender than the others. You were afraid you wouldn’t be able to stitch it up yourself, but you were damn well gonna try. You pushed through and started but had to stop a few stitches in, tears streaming down your face.

Damon hopped down from the counter, biting his wrist and holding it out to you, “Here. It’ll heal you and you won’t have to deal with this bullshit.”

You looked up at him with a confused expression. It was quiet for a few minutes, and you were silent long enough for the wound on Damon’s wrist to heal back up.

“Well? I’m not gonna sit around and bite my wrist for you all morning.”

You shook your head, “No, it’s fine.”

“Come on, you’re seriously going to put yourself through this? Just take a little drink and it’ll heal.”

You slammed the needle down and turned to him, “Why are you even offering? Two hours ago you threatened to set me on fire in my sleep. Now you’re having a heart to heart with me about my dad and offering to heal me? You should be getting a kick out of watching me suffer.” A tear slid down your face as you turned to finally start on the last gash.

As you sewed you felt him walk up behind you. Looking up into the mirror you locked eyes. There was something different about the way he was looking at you. Gone was the ice-cold stare of contempt and in its place was one of sorrow and regret.

“You saved my life tonight, Y/N. You literally threw yourself in the line of fire in order to protect me when I’m stronger than you. You could’ve died protecting someone who has done nothing but treat you badly. Why?”

You sighed, “It’s what I do, Damon. You may be a dick, but you don’t deserve to die. Plus I like Stefan, I’d hate to see him upset over your death.” You smirked at him and he returned it. “I told you earlier that I would have your back and that’s what I did. I wasn’t lying when I said you could trust me. Hunting is just something I do, it’s not who I am, at least not fully. Most other hunters don’t like me because I don’t kill on sight.”

“I was wrong about you. And I don’t say this very often to anyone, ever, but I’m sorry.”

You finished the last stitch and cut it off before turning to him with a smile, “Thank you, Damon.”

He returned the smile and went to leave the bathroom when he turned on his heel, “I almost forgot, you bleed on a room you gotta keep it.”

You scrunched your forehead, “What?”

“Yeah you bled on the bathroom of this bedroom so it’s yours now. So if you wanna, you know, move in here instead of living in that apartment you can. This was totally Stefan’s idea by the way.”

You smirked, “Sure it was. I’d like that. I’ll start getting my stuff tomorrow.”

He nodded and went to leave when you stopped him, “Hey Damon?”

“Yeah?”

“Make sure to tell Stefan I said thank you.” You said with a grin.

He smiled back and left the bedroom. You looked around the room you could call yours now; it was bigger than your entire apartment. So much had changed in the past few hours but you felt happy, happier than you’d felt in a really long time. Maybe ever.

Life with the Salvatore brothers was never dull, but you wouldn’t trade it for the world.

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