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Human by Daughter

#yea #so #im just gonna #leave this here #music #{ it speaks volumes }

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          Logan takes the shirt and he bunches it around the wound, he's           almost mesmerized by the amount of crimson flowing from his           body. But he has to focus, so he applies pressure and looks up           at her when she begins to lose it.          She's panicking--but of course she is, anyone would. Anyone           should, it's not normal that he's not panicking and he has to think            of a way to calm her. Without thinking about it, he puts a hand to her            face, not worrying about the blood, by now they're both absolutely           covered in it, not like it even matters.                                            "Hey--it's gonna be fine                                   --okay? I'm gonna be fine.                                              I just need you--to call                                   Elena. You know the                                        password, Ari, I know you do.                                   Just breathe, alright?"           His voice is soft, and a hell of a lot stronger than it should be           but he's not about to complain. The calmer he is, the calmer she'll           be and really that was the main goal because his life was literally           in her hands right now. Unfortunately keeping his composure           was growing more and more difficult because the more blood he           lost, the quicker his heart beat and the faster his breaths came,           which was a problem because he could barely breathe as it was.           And he was quite literally drowning in his own blood.            Logan leaned his head against the couch cushion and tried to breath           through the blood that crept up his throat and into his mouth but the           longer he sat there, the more dazed he became, it was getting harder            and harder to stay level, he was tired, exhausted actually, and all he           wanted to do was go to sleep despite every ounce of common sense

          telling him that if he did, he wasn't going to wake back up. He let his            hand slip from her face and fall to his lap as he took in another strangled           inhale, eyelids fluttering closed for half a second before he forced            them back open.                                                            "Ariana--"                                   He muttered helplessly.                                                                                             "you--need to--                                                   get--that--phone--                                            open--or--I am--                                                    going to--die.”           He stated rolling his head forward to look at her, his gaze was soft           but serious and his voice lacked the strength it had a few seconds ago.           How many liters had he lost now? Two and a half? Three? He supposed           it didn't matter, his condition was critical and the only chance he had right           now was Vampire blood--if Elena, or Damon or hell even Ric could get there           fast enough. There were a lot of things he should have told her, starting with           how he felt but there was no way in hell he was going to get that out now,           he could barely speak, There were letters addressed to Kara, she'd find them           in his things, he'd had them written for a while. And he wrote a new one ever ��         time he'd gone on a mission, just in case. He didn't have any letters addressed           to Ariana. Funny how you get so used to the idea of death that you forget to           actually live.                                                                    

I would have said goodbye || Savier

#p: ariana #i am dead #{ the most powerful thing on earth is the human soul on fire }

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          Hes not sure if he's relieved or angry that Ariana's the one that            finds him. He's sure it was Kol's intention but he shoves the            thought away quickly. He's not about to spend his last final            minutes thinking about that piece of shit. So instead he lets            his blue eyes wander up to her face and he forces out a weak           smile, wincing ever so slightly as her hands hover towards the           injury. Don't, he's ready to say but she knows better, how could            she not? When your friends are constantly dying things like           'apply pressure' and 'don't pull out the knife because if you do           they'll bleed out ten times faster' tend to stick with you. They           become second nature. And it's a shame because pretty girls           with big brown eyes and long brown hair and names like Airiana           should know how to text with their eyes closed not change bandages           or to fucking apply pressure when your friend is bleeding out in            your living room.                                      "You should see--                                              the other--guy--in this                                  case being--a homicidal--                                         psychotic Original Vampire. "                            The words come out choked and choppy.           He assumes he's come to that point in blood loss where his brain feels           like its been stuffed with cotton and his heart is beating about a hundred           and forty beats per minute and it's not because she's touching him--or            even that he's scared, it's just because his body is trying not to die.            His free hand finds one of hers and he pulls it down to his chest.                                     "Shh, shh, Ariana, it's not                                                     all mine." 

          It's not  quite a lie. His left hand is covered in Kol's blood, not           his own, true, however, he says it in a way that makes it sound           as if he's not as in a bad a condition as he is. He's trying to calm           her down. Which is pointless because if--once he dies, she's going           to be a mess anyhow, but he knows from experience that reassurance           in a time of crisis can be your best friend.                                         "I need you--to calm down.                         I'm gonna be fine, okay? Is--Elena with you?"           He asks, beginning to pull at the collar of his shirt, bloodied fingers            looping around the fabric and tugging...using whatever strength he           has left to try and rip it off, at least he can use it to hold it to the wound.           He's almost too weak though, supernatural strength included, he's lost            a lot of fucking blood. Somehow he manages, and he hopes that it's enough           to convince her he's not as bad as he looks, even if he is. She's not stupid.           despite all the jabs that Damon makes at her--even Damon knows she's not.                                                  "You need to call--                                                                Elena--now."           he tells her, voice as steady as he can manage, which is honestly a lot           more than he expected. It almost sounds normal.                                                  

I would have said goodbye || Savier

#idk #{ the most powerful thing on earth is the human soul on fire } #p: ariana

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I would have said goodbye || Savier

          Logan has to focus an incredible amount of energy on breathing           and it's kind of ironic how it's supposed to be such a simple task           one you don't even think about on a daily basis, it's just natural           but at the current moment, it takes every ounce of strength in his           body to keep it up. Every inhale rubs his flesh against the razor            sharp edges of the glass, and every exhale does the same.            He watches Kol as he holds his ribs, not even daring to take the           glass out, it just rests between his index and middle finger like it           it does his ribs. Fuck, hes swallowing his own blood, fighting to            try and breathe in oxygen and not the thick red liquid that keeps           rising at the back of his throat. As the chain is ripped from his            neck he can't help but furrow his brows. Why his dog tags? A           prize of a sort? No, those are meant for Kara, Kara is supposed           to get those, and Kamryn is supposed to get Ryan's when he            sees her again, well, when he was going to see her again.                                             It's past tense, now.            He doesn't say anything as Kol walks away, he's not really sure            he can. Logan's not exactly the type for witty one liners, not usually.           So instead he just collapses against the base of the couch as blood            seeps from his wound and floods the floor. He glanced down, what            was that a liter already? Not to mention what he was spitting up.           Naturally, Logan begins to do the math in his head, the average             human body has five to eight liters of blood, he's not exactly small            so he'll say he probably has at least six. He's not at a fatal level yet.           If someone walked through that door right now  he'd walk away           from this.                                                But no one does.           And he watches another half a liter leaves his body, and it's funny            it actually almost perfectly represents an hour glass. With every            ounce that leaves his body, he grows that much closer to death.           By now his blood pressure has dropped significantly, his heart is            starting to weaken, and he can actually feel it beginning to struggle           every pump will soon be just as difficult as every breath. Logan rests           against the couch. They say that your life flashes before your eyes            and he really hopes that that's not the case because he'd rather be            thinking of his sister, and his father--and that stupid grin that            Ariana gets on her face when she's drunk and insistent that her           tolerance is far higher than it really is.            He thinks about the fact that he's actually not going to see that ever           again and how it really fucking sucks. He starts to think about how            his sister is going to lose yet another person, and how he kind of             hates himself for abandoning her. 'This wasn't supposed to happen.'           she'd say, 'You came home, and you were supposed to be safe.'            problem is, people die all the time, they don't have to have a gun           in their hands to make it any more possible. Look at their dad.            He died in a car accident. A vehicle. Something you use every day           of your life. Death is everywhere.                                                   You can't escape it.            The hunter glances down at the pool of blood and winces. Yea he's           got maybe another two liters to go before he's unconscious. And if           he does pass out, at this point if he does,                                                   he wont wake up. 

#*whispers* if I had known there was a goodbye to have been said #thats the end of the title #enjoy #p: ariana #{ the most powerful thing on earth is the human soul on fire }

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          He saw it coming. Maybe not exactly like this, with a shard of            glass of all things--maybe a hand in his chest cavity--but either            way, maybe part of him knew he was dead the second he grabbed           that butter knife in the grill. His only regret is that he wished it had            been a                                          b i g g e r  knife.            He's not immune to pain. Never has been, never would be, and he            would never pretend to be. It fucking hurts. Burns. The way his            flesh gives way around the shard, the way it slices between his ribs           and buries it'self into his lung, the force of a mad man behind it's           drive. Logan lets out a sharp breath, and plunges his own weapon           straight into Kol's stomach, it's hardly a half a second delay. And           it's the lack of hesitance that saves his life. Not that he knows that            at the current moment.           Logan's jaw clenches and he can feel thick, warm liquid creep up           the wrong direction in his throat just as Kol's blood spills over his           knuckles. It tastes like metal--copper, and every breath becomes           an all out war. Oxygen fights to make it's way in and out but the           blood just pours through, drowning him as it collapses in on itself.           He should panic. He should be scared--he should want to fight if           not Kol, at least for his life. If not for him, for Kara.                                            Nah, he's too                                                       s e l f i s h.           He slides off the Original and onto the floor, it's not graceful or            calculated like all his previous movements, it's a glimmer of that            boy he used to be. Before all darkness crept in, and the stories           of all the monsters under his bead were part of who he was. before           he snapped his first neck, or pulled his first trigger. He shows for half           a second as Logan's right hand, makes his way to the left side of his            rib cage and he pulls in a weezing breath, like he's sucking air out of           a straw. He doesn't dare pull it out, that would just let the blood flow           faster.           No, he just applies pressure, wincing as he does so because it            fucking burns. It feels like a scorched rod, meant for poking at fires           in enclosed spaces has been shoved between his ribs and he's            drowning in his own goddamn blood as it flows into his mouth,            staining his tongue, gums and teeth, seeping from thinly pressed            lips. Yet somehow Logan manages a tight smile, a gurgled laugh                               "You didn't watch the carpet." he                                            manages through all the blood                                   it's really just a silent  f u c k  you.

keep the smile from my face; Kol & Logan

#oopsies #p: kol #i had way too much fun writing this #{ you're the type of man they would have ordered me to kill }

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        Logan isn't one to panic. Never really had been, probably never would,         be. And he's not so arrogant as to say that it's because he's tough and just         that manly. There just comes a point where your life is on the line so many times,         that the idea of your own death becomes numbing. And maybe it's not the

        same for everyone--actually he knows it's not--but it's how he's affected.         Logan  has never been one to focus on his own survival, maybe that's just         what's been ingrained into his mind, or maybe that's the way he's always         been. Either way he's just glad that his will has been set up for Kara since         he was seventeen.

        Logan watches Kol's every move, the slight hesitation of his hand in his pocket,         the hunter is far too attentive to detail not to notice something like that.         And as the vampire begins to circle him, his muscles tense, there's a brief         second where Logan can feel the hunter clawing it's way to the surface, it's          a battle of control between the killer and the hunter and the shredded piece         of the boy Logan used to be. But the boy always loses and the two left         standing merge together. 

       His movements are a complete blur, and as Kol circles around to Logan's left        shoulder, his body twists in one synchronized motion, the action is quick and sharp        as the blonde lifts his right leg and delivers a crippling blow to Kol's right knee

       There's an ear shattering snap as tendons rip and bone breaks, bending his        joint at a very unnatural angle. It's not enough to do anything other than slow him        down, but that' all he's really going for. Logan doesn't waste even half a second        before he's cleared the living room and flipped one of the wooden chairs up off        the ground, he slams the furniture onto the floor, supernatural strength causing        the structure to give way and collapse in on itself, leaving a broken piece of        the arm rest gripped in his left fist.

                   It wont kill him--but there was no way                                       Logan was just going to lie down                                                                                    and die. 

keep the smile from my face; Kol & Logan

#p:kol #{ you're the type of man they would have ordered me to kill } #rUDE

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        He watches as the glass breaks, he's hit a nerve. Good.         If he comes at him all impulsive lashes and angry growls he'll be                                       easier to predict, truthfully. 

                                 "When I want to be.” 

        He's not stalling, he's poking, prodding, waiting for him to go off.         honestly he's not sure how people like Kol get a second chance         at life and people like Ryan turn over in their grave. But what's          that saying? Only the good die young. As the glass breaks he knows         Kol is certainly no exception to this rule, clearly. Even living a thousand         year life span, he still managed to evade death. Pity.

        Not like anyone would have missed him. 

                               "Somehow I doubt that"

keep the smile from my face; Kol & Logan

#this is so bad #so short #and so bad #im sorry #c: kol #{ you're the type of man they would have ordered me to kill }

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        He's not impatient--exactly. But it's hard to stay  completely          calm when you're standing in front of someone who wants to kill you.

                        Scared or not, fight or flight kicks in.

                  "Oh it's not an opinion, it's a fact.                                                                                             Any idiot with a set of eyes could see you                                                                 have this pathetic need for power. Psychologically                                                         I'm sure it goes back to your childhood, doesn't excuse                                                   you for being a psychotic piece of shit, but who the                                                                                    hell am I to judge?" 

        He states with a shrug of his shoulders, subtly glancing around the room,         the bastard was truly lucky that Damon wasn't here. He'd been itching         to tear Kol apart for days, Original or not that kind of anger holds its         own weight. Ironically Logan can't help but be grateful for the fact that         the Salvatore has so many wooden furnishings. If he can snap the          leg or arm of any of the chairs he could use them. He wonders how

        well an Original would hold up with a stake through the dome.         Probably won't be very pleasant.

                               "Well I suggest we avoid the rug."

        he nods, sliding his hands in his pockets, tone casual, the one time                                   he doesn't have his pocket knife on him. 

                "Damon would really kill you if we got blood there."

        The hunter almost snorts at his comment, an eye for an eye. Logan         shook his head, smirk implying that he was genuinely amused even though          he was very far from it.

                  "If that were the case you would have just                                                                            dealt with the fact that the boy who's arms you tried                                                             to cut off and his sister killed you.                                             Don't bullshit me. Just admit it,                                                                                    you practically get off on this shit ." 

        He replies with the slight cock of his head, though he appears         relaxed, every muscle in his body is rigid. Prepared to lash out         at any sign of the Vampires advance. Though his blue eyes are on his         face, hes watching his every move. Sometimes Logan's paranoia         is a blessing. Shockingly. Who knew PTSD would come in handy         in a town full of Vampires.

       At the mention of Ariana his jaw clenches slightly and he has to remind         himself that she's not here. He's also relieved Kol doesn't know who        Kara is--but then again if he tried that, well his fuckin' funeral. Ariana was        one thing, but his baby sister? You'd have to really have a death wish, there                    would be nothing on the planet that could stop him from ripping his goddamn                    intestines out. 

                                             "Are you just gonna talk                                        me to death or what?”        

keep the smile from my face; Kol & Logan

#p: kol #i just tagged thsi with logans name omfg #{ you're the type of man they would have ordered me to kill }

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        Blue eyes settle on the Vampire, heart beat never picking up         up speed past it's usual pace.

        He's not scared--he's angry more than anything, he watches as the          Original steps past the threshold and he cant help but be glad          Ariana's not here. He's not worried about himself, not in the slightest         and it's not because he has the hunters curse on his side or that         he's even arrogant enough to think he can take on Kol by himself         he's just not scared. 

        He can see it in his eyes, he wants to kill him, it's not hard         for a killer to spot another killer. Kol is hardly subtle about it, but          maybe if you're oblivious, it could slip by undetected. But Logan's         But instead of leaving—of doing what he knows he should do,         not oblivious, if anything he pays too much attention. The hunter crosses          his arms across his chest, posture rigid because he knows he's either         going to die or by some miracle he'll make it out alive--except the latter         isn't very promising. He's used up all his get out of jail free cards. 

        He's a human with a tattoo that gives him more strength and faster          reflexes--but it's probably not enough to take on a psychotic Original         Vampire. Maybe if he had a white oak stake, he'd be able to turn it around,         but maybe's and probably's don't help when the definite is standing right         in front of you. He glances at Kol's hand, he knows how he is, and as         much as he'd love to rip his vocal chords out, he just stands still. 

                                          s t a r i n g 

                                                       w a i t i n g

       Kol likes to play with his food and then throw it away. He's twisted        like that, and in a sense Logan might even feel bad for the poor bastard.         lf he'd lived that long and knew he was that sick--he'd of wanted to find        and end to his story a long time ago.

                                             "You can kill me                                       --but it wont make you any less pathetic."        

keep the smile from my face; Kol & Logan

#idk what this is tbh #c: kol #{ you're the type of man they would have ordered me to kill }

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        Somehow he finds himself at the boarding house--again.         at this point hes not sure who he's trying to even fool more.

        himself or her? Or everyone around them? If it's the last one.         he absolutely sucks at it. Kara knows--Elena knows, Damon knows...         hell the only people that don't know is the two of them. Well..         he knows but, he doesn't let himself entertain the thought.. She         deserves more than a washed up soldier with PTSD and a whole         lot of baggage. He should leave, he should just pack Kara up

        and head back to California before something really irreversible         happens, before fuck up on top of fuck up piles up and he can't crawl         his way out from under the weight of all the shit he's done wrong.         But instead of leaving--of doing what he knows he should do,         he lets out a sigh and runs a hand through his disheveled blonde hair         padding down the hallway to answer the door. A man with Vampires for         enemies should be smart enough not to stay in a house open         for anyone of them to just walk in.

        he's smarter than that. Usually. But he supposes his guard is down,          which is a fucking first. He can't remember the last time that happened.         And it would figure the one time he relaxes--it nearly gets him killed.         Logan finds his hand on the cool metal of the heavy wooden doors          knob, twisting and turning until he comes face to face with Kol.          He's not scared--he should be, but he's not.

       Logan hasn't really had any sense of self worth in quite some time.        When you've seen enough death--start believing you don't deserve to        live while your friends lie in the ground and their sisters turn to you for        comfort--you stop fearing it.

                                             "What."                                         it's not a question it's a demand.       

keep the smile from my face; Kol & Logan

        he’d always been one to blow things out of proportion,         a dramatic child, distant teenager, unfair man.

        turning had probably been the worst thing to do to Kol Mikaelson.         but it happened, and now here he was, roaming the earth a thousand         years later      carrying a grudge that was a thousand years old.         he’s sure that he’d be diagnosed insane if it were down to hospitals         and doctors and things of that nature. but he it is not, and he is on the         loose, back from the dead, dangerous and vengeful.

        he doesn’t feel it anymore, perhaps the vampire blood had healed him         too quickly to fuel his anger, to fuel the revenge he had to succeed.         but he remembers. the cool metal pushing through his rib cage,         a small amount of pain from the intrusion coursing through his body,         then the puncture of his lung, the feel as it filled with blood and         suffocated him, shortening his breath and finally as it ripped through         the tissue of his heart       but he was a vampire, an immortal.         he healed.

his attacker, though, is something mostly human.         he would not heal. and perhaps that’s why Kol moves so gracefully,         disturbing thoughts swimming around his mind as he glides down the         pavement leading up to the Salvatore boarding house.         there is no one inside, no one except his target. this is the plan.         and it’ll work.

perhaps he’s become accustomed to the sound of a vampire,        the sound of their feet barely touching the floor as they move,        was that a hunter’s perk? or knowledge from experience?        perhaps both. but Kol still takes his chance, a polite and short knock        on the wooden door.

#yolo #c: kol #{ you're the type of man they would have ordered me to kill }

[xhunterxawokenx]

Logan glanced up, blue eyes settling on an unfamiliar face "Not that new." he replied "Can I help you?" Logan added, tone questioning. 

"Well, aren’t you a new face?"

#ignore the fact taht hes shirtless #or not #his hunters mark is visible though so yeh #c: rebekah

[xhunterxawokenx]

"mmmh--what?"

#genuinely dont know #hes either at the boarding house or his own house #up to you #starterta

[xhunterxawokenx]

"You need a hobby, or I don't know, psychiatric help maybe, but definitely a hobby." he replied with a chuckle as he smoothly glided around the topic. He still wasn't discussing this with her--hell he didn't even discuss it with himself. 

+starter for logan

   ” just friends don’t look at each other like that,"                                                                                              she says because she’s kara and he’s logan and they                                                            wouldn’t be them if she let him get off that easy.

     ” fine. you’re lucky i’m in a generous mood.         go ahead, keep your dirty little fantasies        to yourself—i don’t want to hear about them, anyway. “

         hands up in mock surrender, a melodramatic pacifist expression                                 claiming her lips. it doesn’t really work, not now that she’s seventeen                                        and more enthused by the idea of conquering the world than saving it,                                                                        but she’s anything but a quitter. 

   ” good to know the face still works, though. "                                                                                              she adds  smugly, a mischievous grin                                                                                                  forming across pink lips. 

#ignore text #tbh idk what this is #c: kara #{ it was us against the world the day you were born }

[xhunterxawokenx]

"Seriously, we're just friends." he replied, running a hand down his face and around to the back of his neck, shifting awkwardly. "No you don't get to do that, stop." he replied pointing a finger at her and turning away, smirking. 

+starter for logan

               ” as long as i am still talking, we are having                  this conversation—come on ! you know                  you can’t resist this face. “

puppy dog eyes had been working for her ever since she was ten and wanted another bar of chocolate. unfortunately, she wasn’t so sure that’d work for her now.

                                      “ sure, logan, whatever you say—-”

#gdi kara #c: kara #{ it was us against the world the day you were born }

[xhunterxawokenx]

He opened his mouth to say something but stopped, not even sure what to say to her. At all. He lifted a hand and pinched his brow, letting out an airy laugh "We are not having this conversation. But just to clarify--not my girlfriend." 

+starter for logan

               ” don’t play dumb. you know what i’m talking                 about—the little surprise visitor earlier who kept                  trying to hide how she was checking you out. “

it was cute, his obliviousness. probably one of the very real reasons why he was one of the  good ones. she could admire that, in a man.

in her brother, however, it was inconvenient.

" god, you’re so oblivious ! airiana. your little friend. “

#hes like uhmmmmmm yea no #c: kara #{ it was us against the world the day you were born }

[xhunterxawokenx]

Logan's brows furrowed in genuine confusion and he blinked at his sister once, twice, a third time-- "what?" he asked, trying to follow where she was going with this. 

+starter for logan

               ” all this talk about soul searching and finding                 yourself and not once ! did you mention that                 you found yourself a girlfriend —- i’m hurt. “

okay, so  ’soul searching’ and ‘finding themselves’ never really made it into routine conversation, but she had to make her point somehow. melodrama was as good a way as any. she grins, arms crossed.

                  expression expectant. “ welllll —- ? spill. “ 

              it was a little sister’s job, after all.

#hes like huh?? #c: kara #logan for being so smart youre really dumb

[xhunterxawokenx]

Logan shrugged "Pretty much, yea. The guy had a real knack for dragging people into shit they didn't belong, the kid damn near killed his own sister in the process--twice." he replied, holding up two fingers. A brief silence fell over the room, they were both thinking about it--hell it was hard not to. Connor was the sole reason Logan nearly lost the only thing that still kept him stable anymore--kept him sane. With out Kara--he didn't have much of anything else to hold on to, to keep him grounded. She managed to help him deal with the night terrors, which was a fucking miracle in itself, she didn't ask questions she knew he couldn't answer--she was the only person he had that knew who he was--why he was the way he was. He needed her just as much as she needed him, hell probably more than he needed oxygen. It had been that way since an eight year old boy with blonde scruffy hair laid eyes on on a newborn wrapped up in a pink blanket lying in a hospital crib. His sister was everything to him. 

"It was going to happen sooner or later."

connor’s death is news to her, and she doesn’t feel much of anything either way— connor was an asshole, and he was  going to end up sooner than later; if anything he was probably lucky logan hadn’t been the one to do it. his next words do come as a  slight surprise, and even more she’s surprised by the slight relief she gets from them. so.  there was a hunter—a real reason for him to stay.

   ” So, what’s his story? Connor try to pull him in, too? “

#hoestly i do not even know what this is #this is so bad #i??? #c: kara #{ it was us against the world the day you were born }