It was evening and Kelsey had no idea where she was. Her father had failed to mention and she had been too upset to pay any attention to any sign boards. All she knew was that she was at a bar and that she was planning on getting drunk.
“Guess آپ can’t serve any booze?” she moped.
“No, technically I can’t” the bartender replied. He grabbed a bottle of bourbon. “But then again, I never play سے طرف کی the rules” He poured a glass and shove it to her. He waved his hand when she wanted to take her wallet. “On me” “Gee, thanks” Kelsey said. “Rough night?” the bartender asked. “More like rough life and it’s only getting started” Kelsey said. “Feel like sharing?” the bartender suggested. “I can be a very good listener” “Yeah, I bet آپ could” Kelsey commented, smirking a little. “Did I see a glimpse of a smile?” the bartender asked. Kelsey shook her head. “There’s nothing to smile about. My dad threw me out of the house”
“Okay, that sucks” the bartender. “But we all have daddy issues at some point in our live. It’ll turn out fine in the end. Trust me, I would know” he winked.
“I don’t think this will” Kelsey کہا neurotic. She put down the glass and coughed. “This was a bad idea”
“What, coming here یا having alcohol?”
“The second” Kelsey answered. “I’m feeling sick” The moment she got of her سٹول she grabbed her head and screamed.
“What’s wrong?” the bartender exclaimed and he came from behind the bar.
“My head!” Kelsey cried.
“Come on, let’s get آپ outside” the bartender said. He threw Kelsey’s arm over his shoulder and guided her outside, the other customers watching them. Once they were outside he let go of her and she leaned with her back against a wall. “You better now?”
Kelsey shook her head. “It’s only getting worse” she cried. “Oh God” She dropped on the ground and convulsed.
“What the hell’s going on?” the bartender exclaimed desperate. “You… آپ want me to call the hospital?”
But Kelsey was in too much pain to answer, so he decided on his own and dialed 911.
But even they couldn’t help her. Her body curled and her eyes rolled in their sockets, spittle dripping out of the corner of her mouth. They tried to put her in a strait-jacket, but for that she had to lay still and she didn’t.
“Please give her something to calm down” one said. A nurse pulled out a syringe and injected Kelsey’s neck, but it only made her مزید furious.
It went on for hours in which the medical staff tried to find a solution and مزید and مزید people came outside to view what was happening.
Kelsey opened her eyes and the doctors stepped back. Her eyes were yellow and her face changed and all of a sudden she had fangs.
Despite the oath of Hippocrates the medical staff grabbed their stuff and ran to the ambulance. As the crowd separated a bright light enlightened Kelsey’s transforming body.
“Guess آپ can’t serve any booze?” she moped.
“No, technically I can’t” the bartender replied. He grabbed a bottle of bourbon. “But then again, I never play سے طرف کی the rules” He poured a glass and shove it to her. He waved his hand when she wanted to take her wallet. “On me” “Gee, thanks” Kelsey said. “Rough night?” the bartender asked. “More like rough life and it’s only getting started” Kelsey said. “Feel like sharing?” the bartender suggested. “I can be a very good listener” “Yeah, I bet آپ could” Kelsey commented, smirking a little. “Did I see a glimpse of a smile?” the bartender asked. Kelsey shook her head. “There’s nothing to smile about. My dad threw me out of the house”
“Okay, that sucks” the bartender. “But we all have daddy issues at some point in our live. It’ll turn out fine in the end. Trust me, I would know” he winked.
“I don’t think this will” Kelsey کہا neurotic. She put down the glass and coughed. “This was a bad idea”
“What, coming here یا having alcohol?”
“The second” Kelsey answered. “I’m feeling sick” The moment she got of her سٹول she grabbed her head and screamed.
“What’s wrong?” the bartender exclaimed and he came from behind the bar.
“My head!” Kelsey cried.
“Come on, let’s get آپ outside” the bartender said. He threw Kelsey’s arm over his shoulder and guided her outside, the other customers watching them. Once they were outside he let go of her and she leaned with her back against a wall. “You better now?”
Kelsey shook her head. “It’s only getting worse” she cried. “Oh God” She dropped on the ground and convulsed.
“What the hell’s going on?” the bartender exclaimed desperate. “You… آپ want me to call the hospital?”
But Kelsey was in too much pain to answer, so he decided on his own and dialed 911.
But even they couldn’t help her. Her body curled and her eyes rolled in their sockets, spittle dripping out of the corner of her mouth. They tried to put her in a strait-jacket, but for that she had to lay still and she didn’t.
“Please give her something to calm down” one said. A nurse pulled out a syringe and injected Kelsey’s neck, but it only made her مزید furious.
It went on for hours in which the medical staff tried to find a solution and مزید and مزید people came outside to view what was happening.
Kelsey opened her eyes and the doctors stepped back. Her eyes were yellow and her face changed and all of a sudden she had fangs.
Despite the oath of Hippocrates the medical staff grabbed their stuff and ran to the ambulance. As the crowd separated a bright light enlightened Kelsey’s transforming body.
Ways to bug/pester/and annoy Klaus!
1.) Bug him about Mikeal.
2.) Call him, Nikki-poo, Nikki, یا anything like that.
3.) (before he finds out why he can't make hybrids) pester him on why he can't make hybrids.
4.) make a bet with him that he can't drink as much blood as آپ can.
5.) Write a love note and say it's from Stefan.
6.) Tell him he needs to go into an insane asylum because he killed all of his family and brings their dead bodies with him.
7.) Tell him he should settle down with a nice wife, he's been around for over a 1000 years آپ would expect he settled down سے طرف کی now.
9.) Send him a letter saying it is Mikeal and that آپ are coming after him.
10.) Call him every five منٹ (using *67 of course) and when he picks up, do heavy breathing in the phone then hang up.
11.) (this is only for the bravest people) Claim that آپ are not afraid of him because آپ have no reason to be because all he is is a mere hybrid.
1.) Bug him about Mikeal.
2.) Call him, Nikki-poo, Nikki, یا anything like that.
3.) (before he finds out why he can't make hybrids) pester him on why he can't make hybrids.
4.) make a bet with him that he can't drink as much blood as آپ can.
5.) Write a love note and say it's from Stefan.
6.) Tell him he needs to go into an insane asylum because he killed all of his family and brings their dead bodies with him.
7.) Tell him he should settle down with a nice wife, he's been around for over a 1000 years آپ would expect he settled down سے طرف کی now.
9.) Send him a letter saying it is Mikeal and that آپ are coming after him.
10.) Call him every five منٹ (using *67 of course) and when he picks up, do heavy breathing in the phone then hang up.
11.) (this is only for the bravest people) Claim that آپ are not afraid of him because آپ have no reason to be because all he is is a mere hybrid.
Drabble about Damon's thoughts at Alaric's party (The Struggle). This is my first drabble. I hope آپ like!
I was at the party to piss off my little brother.
Stefan wanted to fight me off, but Elena wouldn’t let.
They left.
Then I saw her.
That flirty redheaded I had saved at the library.
Bonnie. Her last name was Scottish یا Irish. I couldn’t remember.
But I could remember her sweet voice, her childish braveness and her delicate neck.
"And have آپ ever heard that kissing a red-haired girl cures fever blisters?" I کہا in a low ironical voice.
And then I heard her outrageous, flattered laughter.
I want to kiss her, I thought.
Then I kissed her.
I was at the party to piss off my little brother.
Stefan wanted to fight me off, but Elena wouldn’t let.
They left.
Then I saw her.
That flirty redheaded I had saved at the library.
Bonnie. Her last name was Scottish یا Irish. I couldn’t remember.
But I could remember her sweet voice, her childish braveness and her delicate neck.
"And have آپ ever heard that kissing a red-haired girl cures fever blisters?" I کہا in a low ironical voice.
And then I heard her outrageous, flattered laughter.
I want to kiss her, I thought.
Then I kissed her.
