❛ What I want, and what you require from me, are two different things. I don’t want anyone getting hurt. That is really the only reason I agreed to this. But I swear, if you lay a hand on anyone, I will refuse to go on.
❜
Okay, so maybe Stefan shouldn’t be making idle threats, against the demon. But He was giving up his life, His fiancee’ and all of His friends, to be THE DEMON’S, personal ripper. On, the agreed terms, that Ky’lar would leave them all alone. But, could he truly, trust an agent of the Devil. Dark Green orbs raised as he felt the other began a parade around Him. Eyes closed, as fingers dug into His palm. Samuel wasn’t home right now. And he hadn’t even had time to tel him what was going on. For all the male knew, Stefan up and left him, to go on a blood binge. But, they weren’t going to buy it. Everyone knew Stefan, better then they knew themselves. And that was what Stefan feared the most, that they were all going to get hurt.
There was a strange calmness, that settled over the vampires body. Breath hitching in his chest, as he heard the ticking of the clock. It sounded like a jackhammer ripping through cement. LOUDER & MORE DEMANDING. Beads of sweat trickled across tanned flesh. He couldn’t stall any longer. Putting it off, would only result in the demon getting angry, and that was something Stefan wasn’t going to let happen. Dark eyes remained closed, as he released, a slow breath, chin raised slowly. As he used all of his strength to call forth the demon within, drawing his humanity to be pushed down & locking the lid in place. A completely different persona washed over Stefan’s body. Every muscle loosened, his stance changing as those eyes opened. Dark Green orbs raised, to lock onto Ky’lar. A devilish grin pulled across his features.
❛ You just going to stand there, or are we going?
❜
if there was one thing ky knew how to do… it was to make deals. more importantly, deals that worked only in his direction, and that couldn’t be changed due to little… incidentals like touching someone. then again, he only made deals when what he wanted was more important; killing he could do easily, but making sure it wasn’t traced back to him was… another story entirely.
not that it usually mattered; he couldn’t be touched. a few choice words in the right ears would make everyone turn away. demon, human, or even otherwise. that was the way he enjoyed things… a reason to why he didn’t care about the small details of this one.
no, he wanted someone who was able to do what he couldn’t, and now? he was going to make sure he crossed off every single name that touching other wise would be a disaster. ‘people get hurt all the time. you just happen to be one of the few that can do what i want.’ maybe he should have done everything himself, but he enjoyed having other people do the work for him. after-all, where was the fun in doing everything yourself? forcing people do things for him was easier… not to mention a bit more amusing.
‘so, if i say jump… you say… how high and don’t complain.’ in other words… ky would go back on his deal at any given moment if the ripper became to be too much trouble. something he hoped to avoid in all reality, but if it happened? well, it happened.
THE MINUTE HAND WAS CLOSE TO STRIKING MIDNITE. It couldn’t be time just yet, Stefan still hadn’t had time to spend with Samuel, to kiss Him goodbye. There wasn’t going to ever be enough time in the world to say goodbye. He didn’t know why He had let himself be coaxed into saying yes, to shutting off His humanity so easily. The only reason He had, was for what The Demon had told Him. If he gave Ky The Ripper, then he’d leave everyone that meant something to Stefan alone. He’d take HIS RIPPER on the road, to do His bidding and leave Mystic Falls behind. He had mentally made a promise with himself this time, He was going to keep there heads in tact this time.
But was He really, did he honestly think, He could kill someone WITHOUT tearing there head off. When He fed, when he let himself indulge in the taste of that crimson fluid, everything else faded away. And All he could do was, crave more. Self Control wasn’t a strong suit, in The Vampire. He had to make sure that they never came back here. Once he turned it off, he didn’t care about anything or anyone, but himself. Thing was, did Ky’lar really think that he was going to be able to control Stefan, the way He wanted too. If he allowed him to keep his memories, he’d be more subjected to doing every TERRIBLE thing the Demon wanted. Cause, then Stefan would move heaven and hell to make sure His Friends, His Family stayed safe.
❛ I can hear you, Ky’lar. I know you’re here, so, show yourself.
❜
❛ so eager, my little ripper. ❜ he shouldn’t have been so amused by the other’s words, but there he was; latching into whatever he could grasp. it was common place to know that ky never went back on his deals. he kept them and never broke them. sure, he may alter something down the line, but was it really that bad? he was one of the few – demon or otherwise – that kept their promises.
upon appearing, the demon’s arms folded calmly behind the small of his back, ❛ one might think you want this to be over with already. ❜ he left off the usual deal part due to the fact he wasn’t interested in saying it. no, the demon would have his weapon, and the world would burn. that much he could assure the other of. there would be great things that would happen between the both of them.
❛ sadly enough, we haven’t even started our… great work. ❜
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