Drabble: cold water (Vampire Diaries)
Cold water
Fandom: Vampire Diaries (tv show)
Author: vodooman
Rating: PG
Genre: drak, angst-y, requested (Jeremy/Vicky, cold water; For NineteenBrokenSmiles)
Characters/Pairings: Jeremy/Vicky
Any warnings: Spoilers ahead... but also a little AU-ish
Disclaimer: Vampire Diaries (TV show) and its characters aren’t mine. I only write fan fiction for fun and entertainment.
A/N: My confession for today... I liked vampire!Vicky much more than human!Vicky... In a way, she was like a small, young child. Eager, and asking a hole into Stefan... lol.. and then you had Damon trying to corrupt her... *sigh* I would have loved Vicky to have had a different turn in VD. Bummer!
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As she held him, her teeth piercing though his neck, he felt ice cold needles prick his skin. It was like he had just been dumped a container or cold water over the head. The fear and realisation of what was happening froze him into a still statue, which only whimpered while she moaned.
“Oh baby! This is much better than any fix!” she murmured against his skin. And he wanted to recoil from her in that moment.
The woman before him wasn’t Vicky. It wasn’t his Vicky. Not the girl he fell in love with, and had always put on a pedestal. This could never be the same woman. But she wore her face, and she even smelled like her, looked like her and was the same height, the same built.
She drew back from him, and Jeremy finally got a look at her face. Even though it seemed frozen in perfection, he imagined he could still see the hesitation and doubt he always saw in Vicky’s face.
And that was when he knew it. This was his Vicky, or whatever had become of her. And with a sinking feeling, he realised that he was once again providing stuff for her. Only this time, a different kind. So he sighed and then bowed his head, giving her again access to his neck, knowing that it was the only reason Vicky would now come to him. To something as insignificant like him...
He prepared for another round of piercing pain, but instead felt a cold wet tongue lick his wound.
Fandom: Vampire Diaries (tv show)
Author: vodooman
Rating: PG
Genre: drak, angst-y, requested (Jeremy/Vicky, cold water; For NineteenBrokenSmiles)
Characters/Pairings: Jeremy/Vicky
Any warnings: Spoilers ahead... but also a little AU-ish
Disclaimer: Vampire Diaries (TV show) and its characters aren’t mine. I only write fan fiction for fun and entertainment.
A/N: My confession for today... I liked vampire!Vicky much more than human!Vicky... In a way, she was like a small, young child. Eager, and asking a hole into Stefan... lol.. and then you had Damon trying to corrupt her... *sigh* I would have loved Vicky to have had a different turn in VD. Bummer!
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As she held him, her teeth piercing though his neck, he felt ice cold needles prick his skin. It was like he had just been dumped a container or cold water over the head. The fear and realisation of what was happening froze him into a still statue, which only whimpered while she moaned.
“Oh baby! This is much better than any fix!” she murmured against his skin. And he wanted to recoil from her in that moment.
The woman before him wasn’t Vicky. It wasn’t his Vicky. Not the girl he fell in love with, and had always put on a pedestal. This could never be the same woman. But she wore her face, and she even smelled like her, looked like her and was the same height, the same built.
She drew back from him, and Jeremy finally got a look at her face. Even though it seemed frozen in perfection, he imagined he could still see the hesitation and doubt he always saw in Vicky’s face.
And that was when he knew it. This was his Vicky, or whatever had become of her. And with a sinking feeling, he realised that he was once again providing stuff for her. Only this time, a different kind. So he sighed and then bowed his head, giving her again access to his neck, knowing that it was the only reason Vicky would now come to him. To something as insignificant like him...
He prepared for another round of piercing pain, but instead felt a cold wet tongue lick his wound.