Second Chapter, continues through the last, but it was getting a bit too long, longest chapter I've ever wrote!
I do NOT own The Vampire Diaries or The Originals, because if I did, I would be with, Stefan, Silas, Damon, Klaus, Kol, Kai, I'm kidding. I'm really not.
Loll
Avery's Outfit:
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I take deep thought into her outfit, room and lifestyle because it just adds to herself overall. So yeah...
It's Friday, were I live The Originals doesn't come on until One AM so I'll just have to wait for tomorrow.
The classical, misty, little bookshop enthralled Avery, not as much as the cemetery however she had been their once and she wasn't able to stay for long periods due to the fact the locals that lived near the quarter decided to flood in at certain times. For example, they'd usually visit around four-ish, really morning and last thing at night.
Avery was really fumbled at how they could visit each and every night, she was haunted enough by her nightmares, concede reality. People breezed in lightly, not enough to unsettle, but then again, when was she really settled? Avery hadn't been settled for a very long time. She lost the routine of normality and began a life of numbness. Her cobalt eyes voided down a winding, street.
The ashen street corner, blocking her view from the winding road. A optimistic person would have a burning desire to wonder where it led, Avery didn't care. She knew the devil didn't come in horns and red tail, he came in everything you wanted.
Undeterred by the jeopardy her life could lead to if she decided to take a lonesome, night walk. She wasn't suicidal she was numb, she was null, she couldn't feel what suicide felt like. She was dead inside anyway, what did suicide feel anyway? It just would have just meant she was paralysed. Nothing else.
Her wild, barbaric, locks flew candidly, her succulent, divine scent intoxicating him it was almost, baneful. Kol could use her to his advantage, but she'd be nothing more than a weakness. Annihilation was always Kol Mikaelson's intent. He'd be ludicrous to any less. He'd make her scream, the most pleasurable pain they'd both ever face. His fangs ached, scraping his bottom lip. The deep growl erupted from his throat.
His merciless aptitude, allowed him to hunt his prey, until he caught her. Her soft, frizzy tresses ripple through the hazardous conditions. Her thin, petite frame was rendered in tight black skinny jeans, and a strappy top. Her silky flesh, shrieking his name. She was definitely reputably beautiful; of course. Kol would never had desired unattractive women. She was a human, merely shrieking to be disposed of. although he had to confess. She'd make a stunning immortal. Her beauty rivalling with the likes of his sister Rebekah or Hayley, his nieces mother.
His pabulum ambled coarsely, of course immortality would cure her butterfingered short legs. She wasn't ideally the height Kol preferred his women. Statuesque, Brazilian, less clothes to any at all. She was completely parallel, yet they'd never agog him as much as she did. He fangs grated against his tightly pressed lips, this was his chance, his chance to ensue her exhilarating, thick blood.
He'd merely rip out the headphones, perched in her tiny ears, he wanted to hear her screams, just as much as he did. His ears would burn with satisfaction, seduction and blood lust. He'd be lying if he hadn't admitted, he pondered on keeping her as a play thing in the last few seconds of chasing her, the answer indisputable. She'd be merely used as a peril in case he ever decided to go against his older brother Klaus, which was more often than few. Which led to him having one of those treacherous bastardly silver daggers in his heart.
A naive, teenage girl was most definite had no worth to him, especially if she was ever the reasoned he'd be daggered.
She stood, shivering the temperature had taken a drastic turn, tenebrous, misty clouds surrounded them, faint drops of acidic rain falling amongst them, he chuckled darkly. How savage could a 5"2 young girl be, if hell had opened it's gates for her.
Kol was so immersed in his nefarious, twisted anticipation, he'd realize the imminent, alloy truck just as she had. Instead of her paralysed, aghast, pathetic skills Kol had forthwith inhumanely, caught her in a tight embrace, his palm out stretched, deterring the car mobility. It had been an utter split second, her eyes had been so esoteric, an anomalous mixture of cobalt fused with a silvery oyster shade.
He's pitch-dark pupils consumed with blood-lust and burning desire for murder and assassination had become mundane, he'd almost misremembered what his human eye's had been like. But for that mere split second, she'd seen the dangerous warmth of chocolate floating around gracefully in his pupils. Until he'd vanished.
Avery was steadfast she'd ended up in heaven or hell, she just yet had to work out which one it really was. Was that god himself? Or the devil? Her mouth remained draught dispute the litre bottle she'd drank earlier this moment. Her eyes pierced into the subaqueous dent in the chunk of hideous metal that murdered her. An angel, the devil, Satan worshippers?
Devil grins, angel eyes, tattered wings...
Who was he?
The sudden absoluteness of her situation actualized, as the sharp clamouring began shrieking engulfing her. Avery deduced; she was in hell. Well it was one of the most common phenomenon. You reap what you sow.
Short chapter, shorter than usual anyway but this was more of a filler, I really imagined how they would actually meet and decided this was best and yes I have to confess; I know exactly how this sounds. (A reincarnation of twilight with mild tweaks!) But I promise you it's not! Not really in actual fact, Edward would never harm Bella, Kol's desire to murder Avery is unfathomable and you'll see how that plays out. How he controls it, if he controls it.
Is Avery alive? Is she really in hell! Yes! She just saw Lucifer AKA Kol Mikaelson.
Your gonna have to read the next chapter to find out...
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