the dark things you fear [falling off the edge off the world]
title: falling off the edge off the world: the dark things you fear
characters/pairings: Stefan/Klaus/vampire!Jenna, this chapter: Jenna/human
rating: NC-17
word count: 980
warnings: blood
summary: Klaus left Mystic Falls with Stefan and a newly turned Jenna and he enjoys breaking his new toys.
more of this universe
The wind rattles at the windowpanes as if demanding to be let in to escape from the violent storm raging outside. The house is old and draughty and huge, no one had lived in it for decades before they moved in, and Jenna remembers that Stefan actually raised his eyebrows in surprise at Klaus. He only got a smirk in return and no explanation. But Jenna likes it; the haunted castle look is somehow comfortingly cliché. You expect monsters to dwell in places like this anyway.
Flames are dancing in the fireplace for no practical reason to begin with. The only one who could feel the cold is Jenna’s current human and to make his last few days comfortable isn’t exactly at the top of anyone’s list. But Klaus insists a fire should burn at all times and his word is the only law anyone obeys here unquestioningly.
“When will he be back?” Jenna asks, watching her fingers wade through the red-blonde hair of the man lying on the sofa, his head in her lap. He should have been born with brown hair, she thinks, she might not have singled him out then.
“Don’t ask questions you know the answer to,” Stefan says without looking up from the book he’s reading.
For a moment her whole body tenses but then she swallows the urge to rip his throat open - Klaus hates it when they leave stains on the carpet. So she just rolls her eyes and lifts her human’s wrist to her face. He smells good and Jenna licks along the vein visible under tanned skin. She doesn’t bite down, though, only teasing her hunger, and then lets his arm drop.
“What is he? A fucking rock star?” she says with sudden annoyance and that finally earns her a curious look from Stefan. “You know, celebrity habits, and all that,” she adds with a shrug and notes that for the first time in days Stefan’s lips twitch in amusement.
“He just… likes storms.”
Jenna just keeps looking at him, not even bothering with a Yeah, right look. They both know it’s never that simple but digging into Klaus’ mind is futile and terrifying, not to mention suicidal. All they need to know is the rule never to accompany Klaus on stormy nights, looking for reasons would just get them dead. Knowing this doesn’t make it less annoying.
Jenna watches Stefan watch the fire and thinks of nothing. Her human laces his fingers with hers and it reminds her she compelled him to be in love with her. She might keep him around for a few more days.
“All vampires have odd habits,” Stefan says unexpectedly. The way he’s looking at the human instead of her makes Jenna angry, it makes her feel as if he was judging her even though that was the first habit Klaus beat out of him.
“Like going back to high school?” Jenna says more sharply than intended, but instead of lashing out Stefan just throws his book at her. She dodges it with ease and chuckles. “Why did you even do that? God knows I’d never go back.”
Something in Stefan’s hard gaze shifts and he suddenly gets up from his armchair as if to physically shake it off.
“It stopped raining,” he says. “He’ll be back soon.”
Jenna watches the fire for a few more moments and then gets up too.
“I’ll be upstairs,” she says, takes the human by the hand and leads him up to her room. As soon as the door is locked she rips his T-shirt with haste, throws him on the bed and sits astride his hips. She lets him strip her off her top and leans down to leave small, open mouthed kisses from a nipple up to the crook of his neck. His fingers tangle in her hair and she can feel him getting hard against her. The smell of his rushing blood makes her heady and aroused, and for a moment she’s torn, unable to decide what she wants first: to feed or to fuck.
“Why did you hate high school?”
His unexpected, half-moaned question makes her stop moving on top of him and look up. His eyes are almost unnaturally green and disconcertingly bright. For a moment she can’t help but wonder what they’d look like compelling people.
“I would have pegged you as your high school’s queen,” he chuckles and pushes her hair out of her eyes.
“Really?” she asks coldly.
“Yeah,” he continues, not sensing the shift in her mood. “You’re thin, beautiful, you know how to have a good time…” a grin breaks out on his face “and you’re an animal between the sheets. I’d say you have all prerequisites for great high scho-.”
He never gets to finish his sentence. His whole body convulses in agony as Jenna’s fangs tear his throat open and blood splatters everywhere - the sheets, the old, annoyingly flowery wallpaper, the fluffy white rug, the alarm-clock on the nightstand, and Jenna’s soft hair. She sucks him dry until there’s no drop left, he goes completely still under her and his words dissolve in thin air around them.
When she’s done Jenna wipes his blood off her lips with the remnants of his torn shirt and puts her top back on. She looks down at his face one more time, eyes wide, lips parted as if in surprise, though he must have known death had been waiting for him ever since he followed Jenna into that dark alley on his stag night. For the briefest of moments she feels something vaguely reminiscent of remorse - he was a pleasurable companion, after all - but she immediately crushes it and leaves her room.
She barely even glances at the young, long haired man waiting in the corridor.
“Change the sheets,” she says coldly and goes downstairs to welcome Klaus back home.
characters/pairings: Stefan/Klaus/vampire!Jenna, this chapter: Jenna/human
rating: NC-17
word count: 980
warnings: blood
summary: Klaus left Mystic Falls with Stefan and a newly turned Jenna and he enjoys breaking his new toys.
more of this universe
The wind rattles at the windowpanes as if demanding to be let in to escape from the violent storm raging outside. The house is old and draughty and huge, no one had lived in it for decades before they moved in, and Jenna remembers that Stefan actually raised his eyebrows in surprise at Klaus. He only got a smirk in return and no explanation. But Jenna likes it; the haunted castle look is somehow comfortingly cliché. You expect monsters to dwell in places like this anyway.
Flames are dancing in the fireplace for no practical reason to begin with. The only one who could feel the cold is Jenna’s current human and to make his last few days comfortable isn’t exactly at the top of anyone’s list. But Klaus insists a fire should burn at all times and his word is the only law anyone obeys here unquestioningly.
“When will he be back?” Jenna asks, watching her fingers wade through the red-blonde hair of the man lying on the sofa, his head in her lap. He should have been born with brown hair, she thinks, she might not have singled him out then.
“Don’t ask questions you know the answer to,” Stefan says without looking up from the book he’s reading.
For a moment her whole body tenses but then she swallows the urge to rip his throat open - Klaus hates it when they leave stains on the carpet. So she just rolls her eyes and lifts her human’s wrist to her face. He smells good and Jenna licks along the vein visible under tanned skin. She doesn’t bite down, though, only teasing her hunger, and then lets his arm drop.
“What is he? A fucking rock star?” she says with sudden annoyance and that finally earns her a curious look from Stefan. “You know, celebrity habits, and all that,” she adds with a shrug and notes that for the first time in days Stefan’s lips twitch in amusement.
“He just… likes storms.”
Jenna just keeps looking at him, not even bothering with a Yeah, right look. They both know it’s never that simple but digging into Klaus’ mind is futile and terrifying, not to mention suicidal. All they need to know is the rule never to accompany Klaus on stormy nights, looking for reasons would just get them dead. Knowing this doesn’t make it less annoying.
Jenna watches Stefan watch the fire and thinks of nothing. Her human laces his fingers with hers and it reminds her she compelled him to be in love with her. She might keep him around for a few more days.
“All vampires have odd habits,” Stefan says unexpectedly. The way he’s looking at the human instead of her makes Jenna angry, it makes her feel as if he was judging her even though that was the first habit Klaus beat out of him.
“Like going back to high school?” Jenna says more sharply than intended, but instead of lashing out Stefan just throws his book at her. She dodges it with ease and chuckles. “Why did you even do that? God knows I’d never go back.”
Something in Stefan’s hard gaze shifts and he suddenly gets up from his armchair as if to physically shake it off.
“It stopped raining,” he says. “He’ll be back soon.”
Jenna watches the fire for a few more moments and then gets up too.
“I’ll be upstairs,” she says, takes the human by the hand and leads him up to her room. As soon as the door is locked she rips his T-shirt with haste, throws him on the bed and sits astride his hips. She lets him strip her off her top and leans down to leave small, open mouthed kisses from a nipple up to the crook of his neck. His fingers tangle in her hair and she can feel him getting hard against her. The smell of his rushing blood makes her heady and aroused, and for a moment she’s torn, unable to decide what she wants first: to feed or to fuck.
“Why did you hate high school?”
His unexpected, half-moaned question makes her stop moving on top of him and look up. His eyes are almost unnaturally green and disconcertingly bright. For a moment she can’t help but wonder what they’d look like compelling people.
“I would have pegged you as your high school’s queen,” he chuckles and pushes her hair out of her eyes.
“Really?” she asks coldly.
“Yeah,” he continues, not sensing the shift in her mood. “You’re thin, beautiful, you know how to have a good time…” a grin breaks out on his face “and you’re an animal between the sheets. I’d say you have all prerequisites for great high scho-.”
He never gets to finish his sentence. His whole body convulses in agony as Jenna’s fangs tear his throat open and blood splatters everywhere - the sheets, the old, annoyingly flowery wallpaper, the fluffy white rug, the alarm-clock on the nightstand, and Jenna’s soft hair. She sucks him dry until there’s no drop left, he goes completely still under her and his words dissolve in thin air around them.
When she’s done Jenna wipes his blood off her lips with the remnants of his torn shirt and puts her top back on. She looks down at his face one more time, eyes wide, lips parted as if in surprise, though he must have known death had been waiting for him ever since he followed Jenna into that dark alley on his stag night. For the briefest of moments she feels something vaguely reminiscent of remorse - he was a pleasurable companion, after all - but she immediately crushes it and leaves her room.
She barely even glances at the young, long haired man waiting in the corridor.
“Change the sheets,” she says coldly and goes downstairs to welcome Klaus back home.