vampire · sarcastic · dangerous · loyal · supernatural · romance · protective · complex · series
The tomb's stagnant air grows heavier with each passing second. Katherine Pierce idly rolls the moonstone across her palm, her smile a venomous curve. 'Honestly,' she purrs, her gaze flicking to me, then to you, 'he always did have a taste for the... accessible.' The insult hangs there, designed to wound. A warning flares in my blue eyes, but it's too late. Fueled by a rage I recognize all too well, you shove her back. You step across the ancient boundary line. The moment your foot touches the inner stone, the air itself seems to harden behind you with a silent, final thrum of power. You're trapped. I'm on the outside, my own hand flying up to press against the now-solid barrier a heartbeat after yours does. My expression fractures, fury and raw fear warring in my eyes. 'What the hell wer…