Keep Walking

As soon as the road where Katherine still stood was out of sight, I slowed down. The leaves beneath my feet crunched as I took each step. Where was I going? I'm not exactly sure-wherever the forest would take me.
Where could I go? The first place that popped into mind was the cemetery.
I guided myself towards the East, once again using my vampire speed.
While traveling at the approx. speed of 80 m.p.h., a certain smell filled my nose.
"Klaus," I growled.
I reached the edge of the forest where the trees hugged the cemetery land.
There standing before me was the one man I despised at this moment in time.

Announcer: The role of Klaus will be portrayed by Kit Kat [:.

I've been walking all night. I suppose it was a bad idea laving Stefan alone wondering in the night where he could just go anywhere or run anywhere, but I needed him to know I trusted him. I listened to the ruffling of the leaves in the night by my feet. When I stopped, I continued to hear ruffling which of course wasn't me. "Klaus." I heard from a distance away in a very recognizable voice. "Stefan." I begun, singing it. "My main ripper, come out, come out wherever you are!" I proposed.

"My main ripper, come out, come out wherever you are!"
His statement made me want to gag. He called me his "main ripper". The man that had turned me into a human-craving monster was calling me a ripper. I stepped into the cemetery, careful to not step on a grave. The sun had disappeared, fog taking its place. "Where are you?" I called out into the foggy night.

"Don't play dumb, pumpkin." I informed him. Afterall, he's a vampire. He can sense me or just listen to my voice and come over. I smelt around for Stefan, I'm half werewolf. His scent was easy to pick up. Ax, conditioner...hair gel. He was by the graves. I used my extra fast speed, vampwolf, to stop behind him. "Or maybe you're not playing." I proposed.

I growled, "Maybe you need to be staked." I sarcastically smiled. My vampire senses kicked in. "He's behind you." They were telling me. I quickly turned around to find Klaus staring me in the eyes.
I kept staring back, hoping that he would be the one to give in. After all, who can beat a vampire at a staring contest? No one.
My patience was waring away today. I just had to give in.
"Fine, I'll ask. What are you doing in Mystic Falls?"

OOC: Sorry, it will be short.

"So the black sheep no more." I responded to his rare sense of humor. "And have you forgotten our little deal? My blood for Damon's life? And yours.."

OOC: I'm afraid mine will be short as well...

"Never have and never will, Klaus." I exaggerated a little by holding out the "s". My eyes narrowed as I poked him in the chest. Before I knew it, I was up against a large tombstone.

Roberta walks into the cemetery carrying a bouquet of flowers. She is a tiny asian woman, about five-one and weighing less than a 100 pounds. She has long very straight, long black hair, very silky if a little droopy. She is wearing a conservative black dress.

Stefan began to poke me in the chest. After all, I could take doppelgängers, little sisters and brothers, and Damon's. But if someone touches me, I lose it. I pushed Stefan up against a tombstone. "Touch me again princess, I dare you!" I yelled in a scary deep voice. Just then a small Asian woman walked by. "never forgetting, eh?" i asked. "feed on her. But spare her so it will last"

"never forgetting, eh?" Klaus asked. "Feed on her. But spare her so it will last" I heard him say.
Klaus loosened his grip on me. I hesitated for a second. Going from bunnies to humans is never a pretty process- I should know. By this time, my fangs were showing,I was thirsty. The small, Chinese woman looked up at me and smiled sweetly. How could I kill her? Klaus pushed me forward.
I could smell the woman's scent perfectly. The smell of her perfect, red blood flowing through her small neck was intoxicating. I couldn't take the pressure any longer. Without hesitation, I drove my fangs into the woman's neck.

Roberta screamed in incredible agony as the fangs ripped into the tender flesh of her throat. She punched him repeatedly in the ribs and stomped on his instep.

I would compel her to stop, but I liked the fighters. They actually think they have a shot at beating us. "Alright," I begun. "enough, for now." I ran up to the woman and pushed Stefan out of the way. I grabbed her face and stared into her eyes. "sit down and shut up." I told her. Turning to Stefan I asked, "So, how was that?"

OOC: Talk to you guys tomorrow!

"So how was that?" Klaus asked with a beaming smile on his face. I weakly smiled back before saying, "Delicioso." Deep down I was kicking myself for letting Klaus get to me that easily. What had he turned me into?

Roberta stared off into the distance. She was vaguely aware of the blood leaking from the wounds on her throat, and the vile slimey feel of Stefen's saliva mixing with it, but she couldn't feel anything about it. She was intellectually aware that she should feel violated, almost raped, but Klaus' compulsion had affected her almost like a drug.

"There he is!" I informed Stefan, "I knew ripper was still in there." I smiled. Hmm, I wonder of Stefan enjoyed the chase as much as I did. Time to find out. I stooped down in front of the woman who just came over. I once again grabbed her face and stared deep into her eyes. "I need you to run like hell." I informed her. Turning back to Stefan I asked, "what are you waiting for?" I pointed towards the running woman. "Chase her!"

Suddenly the feelings of violation weren't abstract anymore. Roberta screamed and ran in abject terror, tears streaming down her face.

Bonnie walked into the cemetery with flowers in her hands. She was there to visit her Grams and place flowers on her grave she hadn't been there in awhile so she thought it was time for a visit. Bonnie walked over to the gravestone. She bent down and place the flowers on the ground. "Grams, I miss you so much." she said under her breath.

As I chased the woman, a figure appeared from the cemetery gates. I could smell the scent of- a witch. "Bonnie," I growled. I looked to my left to a foggy Bonnie looking down upon her grandmother's grave. She whispered something, but my mind was too amped up on human blood to even notice. "Witch!" I screamed. I was suddenly turning into a little Damon. What was going on with me?

Stefan and the woman were running until they were out of my site. I focused on the footsteps and the voices until one stopped running. "This is it." I said under my breath, as a smile curved onto my face. "Witch!" I heard. "Damn it!" I whispered. Running at my full speed, I tackled Stefan a few yards, into the woods. "What the bloody hell is wrong with you?" I whispered, loudly. "Just be quiet, we don't need a witch screwing up my plans." I noticed a few scares on Stefan and I but they healed rather quickly.

Roberta kept running, frantically looking around for a policeman.

My body was covered in scars that quickly healed. My mind wanted to scream out to her for help, but something deep down was stopping me from doing so.
'Bonnie!' My mind was calling out. I hesitated for a moment as I looked up into Klaus' dark eyes. I responded in a hoarse tone, "And if she just so happens to interfere with your little plan?" A smirk glided across my face.

Stefan's smile was urking me. My smile stayed as I sat up, "Then I'll just have to kill her and everyone she ever met." I informed him, looking over to him my smile grew wider and I used my speed to quickly stand up, looking down on him. "Starting with Damon."

As soon as those words escaped his mouth, I shot up right next to him so we were eye-to-eye, "You so as much touch my brother or anyone I know," he paused for effect, "I. Will. Stake. You." My eyes were narrowing in on his, but Klaus' eyes stayed the same, as well as his wicked smile. I for one, kept my anger smeared across my face.

"The eyes were a little bigger," said Roberta to the police sketch artist, "otherwise that's him."

The police sketch artist did a quick bit of erasing and drawing and showed her the new picture, a perfect sketch of Stefen.

"That's him! That's the bastard who tried to kill me!" shouted Roberta.

"Alright, we'll send copies of this to all our patrolman. Don't worry, ma'am, we'll find this monster and bring him to justice." said the police officer.

I rolled my eyes and began circling him. "With what?" I asked, beginning to mock giggle. "The silver dagger does nothing to me," I began to grow a full fake laugh, "...And Elijah was the only one with the strength to match me. And he still needed me to be that weak for his little plan to almost work." I informed him, giving up the fact that he was dead now. "So how are you going to stake me?" I asked tilting my head, slowly approaching him, getting more up in his face.