Pairing Challenge Fic; For Power
Title; For Power
Author; Jay
Team; Vampire/Witches
Word Count; 451
Summary; Mason isn't the real reason Jules came to Mystic Falls. This is an AU, dark!Stefan/Jules.
Disclaimer; I don't own the vampire diaries.
Jules winds her way through the trees; can feel the full moon--waiting to rise--in her bones.
“Thank you for coming,” Stefan states plainly.
They’re creatures of the night; not caring for idle affection when there’s work to be done. She leans in anyway; she has been too lonely for too long. Stefan’s face softens as he leans into the kiss. It’s over too soon and Stefan’s face is all business again.
“Like always I’m honoured to do my duty,” Jules replies.
“Klaus will be pleased,” Stefan says, smirking knowingly.
It has little to do with Klaus, and they both know it. She wants vengeance, and she needs power to achieve it; becoming a hybrid had always seemed the best way. She was one of the first (after Brady) in the pack Klaus created for the sole purpose of forming a hybrid army, and she has more than proven her loyalty over the years.
“What do you need?”
“There’s an old vampire named Rose hanging around; she knows too much, in time she will make the connection between me and Klaus.”
“Let me guess, you want me to bite her during the full moon.”
“Yes, but be sure to make it look like that wasn’t the purpose of your visit,” Stefan says.
“I’ll figure something out,” Jules replies, grinning.
“Good. Have you chosen a wolf to take part in the ritual yet?” Stefan asks.
Jules is careful to keep her grin perfectly in place, reminds herself that the sacrifice is a necessity.
“Tyler,” she says, nodding remotely.
“Jules,” Stefan says, thumb gently caressing her cheek, “I know this is hard for you, but Klaus will not accept failure.”
“I know what I’m doing Stefan,” she says sharply.
“Hey,” Stefan says softly, pulling her face towards his own.
Jules suddenly doesn’t want gentle; she needs to be punished, needs to have the dirt torn from her veins. She switches their positions, pushing Stefan up against an old sycamore. Stefan bares his fangs in return, instantly flipping her onto a bed of soggy leaves; he always knows what she needs. He rips open her blouse, fingers bury themselves in her curves as teeth graze finely; leaving shallow lines of blood- which, with her healing powers, lap up into themselves. She tugs insistently on his trousers, and Stefan snarls in response--eyes darkening with blood.
She lets out a guttural cry with pain clouding her vision, as he enters her too quickly, with little preparation. She reminds herself that she wants this; hooks her fingers around his hips, forcing him deeper inside her. It doesn’t make her feel better. She has been a monster far too long for self flagellation to be effective.
Author; Jay
Team; Vampire/Witches
Word Count; 451
Summary; Mason isn't the real reason Jules came to Mystic Falls. This is an AU, dark!Stefan/Jules.
Disclaimer; I don't own the vampire diaries.
Jules winds her way through the trees; can feel the full moon--waiting to rise--in her bones.
“Thank you for coming,” Stefan states plainly.
They’re creatures of the night; not caring for idle affection when there’s work to be done. She leans in anyway; she has been too lonely for too long. Stefan’s face softens as he leans into the kiss. It’s over too soon and Stefan’s face is all business again.
“Like always I’m honoured to do my duty,” Jules replies.
“Klaus will be pleased,” Stefan says, smirking knowingly.
It has little to do with Klaus, and they both know it. She wants vengeance, and she needs power to achieve it; becoming a hybrid had always seemed the best way. She was one of the first (after Brady) in the pack Klaus created for the sole purpose of forming a hybrid army, and she has more than proven her loyalty over the years.
“What do you need?”
“There’s an old vampire named Rose hanging around; she knows too much, in time she will make the connection between me and Klaus.”
“Let me guess, you want me to bite her during the full moon.”
“Yes, but be sure to make it look like that wasn’t the purpose of your visit,” Stefan says.
“I’ll figure something out,” Jules replies, grinning.
“Good. Have you chosen a wolf to take part in the ritual yet?” Stefan asks.
Jules is careful to keep her grin perfectly in place, reminds herself that the sacrifice is a necessity.
“Tyler,” she says, nodding remotely.
“Jules,” Stefan says, thumb gently caressing her cheek, “I know this is hard for you, but Klaus will not accept failure.”
“I know what I’m doing Stefan,” she says sharply.
“Hey,” Stefan says softly, pulling her face towards his own.
Jules suddenly doesn’t want gentle; she needs to be punished, needs to have the dirt torn from her veins. She switches their positions, pushing Stefan up against an old sycamore. Stefan bares his fangs in return, instantly flipping her onto a bed of soggy leaves; he always knows what she needs. He rips open her blouse, fingers bury themselves in her curves as teeth graze finely; leaving shallow lines of blood- which, with her healing powers, lap up into themselves. She tugs insistently on his trousers, and Stefan snarls in response--eyes darkening with blood.
She lets out a guttural cry with pain clouding her vision, as he enters her too quickly, with little preparation. She reminds herself that she wants this; hooks her fingers around his hips, forcing him deeper inside her. It doesn’t make her feel better. She has been a monster far too long for self flagellation to be effective.