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Bring Your Own Blood	By : krypteria Category: S through Z > Vampire Diaries Views: 1726 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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She was in an old study. A large wooden trunk lay before her feet, drawing her curiosity. As if in a trance, she knelt down and opened it. All of a sudden, the room was filled with darkness as something rushed out of the trunk, knocking her backwards onto the ground. There was a pressure all around, as if the air was trying to suffocate her, drown her in its thickness. There was a soft murmuring of voices, so distorted and demented that she couldn’t make out the words.

She tried to get up, but the air was pushing her down, holding her there, refusing to let her rise again. The voices grew louder, frightening her in their insistent but unintelligible hissings, so loud it was almost deafening. She knew she had to fight this.

She slowly reached out a hand to hit whatever was keeping her from moving. And her hand came into contact with flesh. Like that of a dead person who’s been left to rot at the depths of some unknown lake or river. Slimy and decayed. And it stuck to her fingertips. Detachable.

She tried to scream, but found she couldn’t breath. The murmurs grew even louder, and she saw flashes of what was around her in the darkness- not like she was actually seeing them, but like her mind was conjuring up images of its worst fears. Bodies. Thousands of bodies all around her, coming for her, their skeletal hands reaching forth from their graves to latch on and pull her back down with them into the pits of Hades.

She did scream then and tried to get away but couldn’t. She was frozen. Another face flashed before her, scant inches from her face. An old woman, draggled white hair in tufts on her scalp, green and slimy skin, wrinkled and oozing with unmentionable fluids, hanging haphazardly from her face, teeth yellow and rotting, her eye sockets sunken and empty, their blackness threatening and terrifying.

She screamed again, and it seemed to echo across the never-ending expanse of darkness. Hands gripped her shoulders, jerking her away from the corpses. She found herself staring up into eyes like pools of molten silver.

“You will be mine,” Marcellus murmured, pulling her into his arms.

His lips brushed along her jaw line, and she couldn’t contain a shiver that ran through her. A shiver that was not completely comprised of repugnance.

“You are too powerful to be with him,” he continued softly. His fingers caressed her arms, surprisingly warm against her cool flesh. “Come with me. Become my Queen, and I will spare him.”

She wanted to say no, she really did, but she found she couldn’t form the word. Tendrils of his power swirled around her, touching her own and entwining with her, making her dizzy. She couldn’t help but be drawn in.

“Yes, come to me.” His voice was hypnotic, possessing every inch of her mind until she couldn’t control herself.

His lips pressed to hers, searing. Another shiver.

A shout borne from the distance drew her from her trance. “Hannah!”

She threw herself back, stumbled, but thankfully didn’t fall.

“No,” was all she said, but it was enough.

The dream began to dissolve around her. Someone was shaking her and screaming her name. But she could still see Marcellus.

He was not about to let her have the last word. “Only you can save him.”

His whispered warning hung in the air, and she felt her heart clench painfully in response.

“Hannah!”

She shot out of bed, fully awake. She was panting heavily and drenched in sweat. Damon was gripping her shoulders so firmly it hurt, his eyebrow furrowed in worry. She let out a gasping sob and lunged into his arms.

“Shh, it was just a bad dream,” he soothed, rubbing circles across her back. “You’re okay now.”

“No,” she chocked out. “It- it was Marcellus. He got into my head. He was… twisting things around.”

Damon tensed. “I’ll kill him. I’ll rip his fucking throat out,” he growled, as if to himself. “The /barbari. Bastardo/-”

“Damon, I’ll be fine!” Hannah pulled him back down. “I forgot to put my shields up before I went to sleep. You can’t go running off to act the savior.” This drew an undignified snort from the vampire. “Damon, please, just stick to the plan. He’ll only kill you at this point, and where would that leave the rest of us? We have to stop him, and there’s only one way to do that- and it does not include you falling into a trap.”

He scowled at her but sat back down. She perched herself on his lap.

“Please, Damon,” she whispered shakily. “For once, just do what someone else tell you to. I- I couldn’t bear it if anything were to happen to you. It would kill me.” She pressed her forehead to his and gave a forlorn sigh. “I love you.”

He pulled her tight against his chest, his head buried in her neck. “I know/bella/,” he said lowly. “And I promise I won’t kill him… yet.”

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Hannah had a problem. A serious problem. So she did what she always did when things got tough; she ran to her mother. But now, as she perched on the roof of her former home, she didn’t know if she could do it. She knew her mother would be overjoyed to know she was still alive… but to know her daughter was a vampire…. And Portland’s newest serial killer- the Dark Mother? She didn’t want to put her mother through that. And she also didn’t want to put herself through the pain. She would never be able to move on if she had to.

She’d never meant to die. And she never got to say goodbye. But if she had to do it all again, she wouldn’t change a thing. And now was the time to let her past life go. She would miss it desperately- her friends, her family, the carelessness and innocence that had been taken with her last breath- but somehow she knew her life would be better know, that she belonged to the darkness and to Damon wholly.

She landed on the pavement in a silent, predatory crouch. She moved slowly, almost hesitantly to the door, feeling the thickness of an invisible barrier preventing her from going any further. She could never enter. She could never take any of her belongings. She was cut off from them. Sighing, she placed the small manila envelope on the front step. It was addressed to her mother and her mother alone. She’d understand.

“Goodbye,” she whispered, placing a quiet knock on the screen door, and then faded back into the darkness before a frail woman stepped out into the night.

She picked up the envelope, eyes swollen from crying, and opened it. A small charm fell to the ground, the gold glinting in the porch light, an elephant. The woman pulled out the note inside. ‘I’m okay’ was all it said, but she understood. She let out a great sob, but the lines on her face began to lessen.

Hannah turned away from the scene. Her action seemed to rip a part of her soul from her. The door to her mortal life was closed. She could move on now.

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“Something’s different about you,” Damon observed over dinner. His eyes seemed to see right through her, and he smiled approvingly.

Hannah took the handkerchief he proffered and dabbed at the corners of her mouth. Her blue eyes flashed in mischief and merriment, having truly enjoyed hunting for the fist time. “How so?” she asked innocently.

“You seem more… youthful,” he said. “Like you’ve finally let go of something. You’re enjoying life.”

“What can I say? You bring out the best in me.” She grinned.

He chuckled. “Whatever you say, rossa. It’s good you’re loosening up. You’d never survive this way of life if you don’t have any fun.”

She stepped over the body that lay between them on the ground. “I’m not used to this yet, but with you guiding me, it’s not so hard to enjoy it.”

“You really know how to flatter a guy.”

“Hehe, I know a lot more than that.” She stood on her tiptoes and kissed the tip of his nose. “Race you home!”

She ducked under his arms and ran for the end of the alley.

“You’ll never beat me like that!” he called after her, mouth quirked in amusement.

She turned back to stick her tongue out at him but he had disappeared. She jumped as a crow whooshed past her head. It croaked smugly and whirled off into the night.

“HEY! THAT”S NOT FAIR!” she yelled, stomping her foot.

Sure it is his voice sounded in her head. Besides, you never said we had to take the human way… Too bad you’re too young for this.

Hannah growled. Try again, sweetheart. she answered back stubbornly.

There was a confused silence.

She smirked. Closing her eyes, she focused all of her energies, magickal and vampiric, into shape shifting.

What the hell?! The crow gave a startled caw, flapping it’s wings indignantly. You- you- witch!

The young hawk spread it’s reddish-brown wings superiorly and took flight. Think you can keep up, darling? it taunted, before taking off.

Damon growled in response and gave pursuit. He followed the hawk over the city, feeling the wind beat against his wings, ruffling his feathers. He could feel waves of contention and happiness pouring off the hawk and he couldn’t help but agree. The only thing better than flying were the moments he was inside her.

They were leaving the city now and soaring over a vast expanse of trees. The hawk circled around the crow once before diving into an open field. The crow dove after, watching her with keen eyes as she skidded along the water of a creek and landed on the bank.

He clicked his sharp, black beak at her as aimed at the ground. To the hawk’s surprise, he landed on her back, wings wrapped around her, beak latched onto her neck. The hawk let out an offended squawk and fell over onto her side.

She batted her wings at him, smacking him in the head. The crow caught the hawks foot in it’s beak and dragged it to the rushing creek.

“Eep! No! It’s cold!” Hannah shrieked, turning back into her human form.

The crow gave an imperious shake of his feathers before shifting into Damon. He made a quick move, and the next thing she knew, she was flat on her back on the messy bank. Damon nuzzled her neck, teeth grazing her collarbone. She let out a soft moan, arching beneath him.

“Take off your clothes,” he growled. He shoved himself off of her and hurriedly removed his own clothing.

Hannah shook out of her daze and obeyed his request.

“Lay back down,” he commanded. His eyes were blazing in hunger and desire, raking over the soft curves of her body.

And then he pounced. His mouth devoured, hips pistoning, cock thrusting into her. She cried out, nails raking down his back, eliciting a feral growl from the ravaging vampire.

“Holy fuck!” she gasped. “Do not stop what you’re doing! Yes!”

Her hips bucked up against his, matching him thrust for thrust. Her thighs clenched around his, nails etched in his shoulder blades. Unable to contain herself, she buried her fangs deeply into his neck. He moaned and arched into her. The next instant she felt his fangs pierce the flesh of her throat, and then felt as if she had been thrown into his soul.

She could feel everything that he did; the ecstasy of their joining, happiness, affection. And she knew he could feel the same things in her. The telepathic link spun around them like a silver cord, wrapping them closer together, heightening their senses, the pleasure growing unbearable.

She threw her head back, her lover’s blood staining her lips, and screamed, shivers of delight wracking her body, stars flashing before her eyes. Damon moaned against her neck. He grasped her hips in his hands and thrust harder.

Yes…! was his mental shout. Hannah…!

He stiffened suddenly, muscles tense, movements stilled. Her mind was filled with his screams. Fine tremors ran along his body as she felt him erupt within her. After a few moments, he detached himself from her neck, breathing heavily, cheeks flushed and pupils dilated.

But the strange thing was, she could still feel him in her mind.

“It’s a blood bond,” he answered softly, eyes resolutely on the clump of moss beside her head. “Because we shared blood- as vampires- we’re joined, mind and soul, just like our bodies were.”

“Oh.” Hannah was a bit disconcerted by this information. “Then how come we weren’t before? I mean, we had to share blood for me to become-”

“It’s not the same thing,” he murmured. “There is always a connection between maker and fledgling, hunter and prey, but vampires rarely ever share blood. Especially while mating. The link is too strong.”

“I don’t understand.”

“It’s like a vampire marriage. It’s the ultimate intimacy. It bonds not only our souls but our powers as well. And it can’t be broken until one of us dies. And no matter what, it can’t be blocked. Nothing is secret.”

Realization hit. Hannah’s heart slammed against her ribcage. A flurry of emotions hit her: panic, fear, sympathy, love and then acceptance. She wasn’t too fond of having someone know everything that was hidden within her, but se loved Damon and would learn to live with it.

But then something else hit her. Her fear was not the only thing she felt. She could feel Damon’s as well. It beat against her senses like a butterfly’s wings, and a question released itself from her lips before she could stop it.

“If you’re so against this blood bond, then why didn’t you stop? You didn’t have to bite me back.” There was no malice in her words, just confusion.

There was an answering confusion in him and then a revelation.

“Because I wanted it…” was all he said.

It was all he need to say. She could sense what he didn’t want to say, what he was too afraid to say. She was his. And now he was hers and hers alone. He’d begun to fall in love, and it frightened him.

She found she didn’t have any words to comfort him. He’d just have to figure it out on his own. It was the only way. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t love him back. She wrapped her arms around his waist and kissed his neck where she’d bitten him. The wounds were already healed and in their place were two small scars, signifying their bond.

She sighed. “Let’s go home.”

Damon’s eyes fluttered closed for a moment, and he took in a deep breath. Contentment and denial.

But he surprised her when he brushed the hair away from her neck and kissed her own scars, whispering, “Home.”

Perhaps things would work out a lot faster than she’d estimated.

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She was dreaming again. But it was nothing like the last time. She was on a cliff that overlooked to ocean. There was a strong wind, whipping her hair about her face and chilling her to the bone. The ocean was stormy and chaotic. The waves crashed against the cliff, spraying her with icy water. A streak of lightning shot from the night sky and seemed to connect with the horizon. It was both frightening and exhilarating.

She stood at the edge of the cliff, rocking slightly at the force of the wind. The ocean seemed to call to her, humming with some hidden power. She felt the unbearable urge to go to it. It was very important. But she didn’t know why. Her eyes drifted shut, a faint smile on her lips and began to fall forward.

Cool arms reached out and pulled her back against a hard chest. She struggled against them, kicking and clawing. It was useless; the arms were too strong. She hissed, redoubling her efforts to break free. She needed to jump from that cliff; the power was insistent that she did.

“Hannah!” a voice called, though it sounded far away. “Hannah, wake up!”

Suddenly, she felt a jerking sensation just below her navel, as if a fishing line had caught her. The dream was hurtling away from her, and her mind was slowly returning. Marcellus’ face flashed before her, a blurred and distorted image, twisted in fury. He reached for her, but his fingers couldn’t quite make contact.

“NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!”

Cool, slender fingers were grappling at her arms as she convulsed into consciousness. Her eyes flew open, a silent scream forming on her lips. She didn’t seem to realize where she was at first.

“D-Damon?” she croaked. “Were you there?”

His eyes were smoldering in the night, mouth set in a grim line. “Yes?” he growled softly.

“How?”

“The bond,” was all he said.

He looked over the ledge of the balcony, where she had one leg hooked over, before picking her up and carrying her to the bed and tucking her in. With a shudder, she realized just how she’d gotten to the balcony.

Without looking at her, Damon crawled in beside her, wrapping a strong, protective arm around her shoulders, and said, so softly she could barely hear him, “Tomorrow night we kill Marcellus.”
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