— Sebastian had considered staying some time at the town known as Mystic Falls as the wisest move.
Now lost in his own thoughts and trying to avoid being lured /again/ by the sound of a heartbeat and consumed by the need of feeding, his fingers slipped along his jacket as he tucked his hands into the pockets.
"You're afraid they're gonna find out all the things you've done and throw you away, like trash off the side of a boat." #AlyssaChang's voice scraped him raw in his mind as he walk through the woods after that long night, and Sebastian dropped to his knees.
A pang of guilt ripping through him like a bullet, as he let out a breath, and the vampyr knew he needed to keep searching for answers because being immortal means being alone, and also because Malivore /that hell dimension/ have wiped his existence from the collective conscience.
Blinking at the memory of #Alyssa's voice, he worked his jaw, trying vehemently to banish the loudest of his hoard of ghosts to some kind of /merciful/ silence.
Eyes closing for a beat before he looked around the woods he had been lounging in that night, and the light of the moon cast /again/ a silvery tint.
How long had he been trying to ease the guilt over the last woman he had /unnecessarily/ killed? Too long.
On his feet in a snap as #Alyssa's voice echoed through the still woods /and in his mind/, with preternatural speed he headed in the direction of one safe location to slumber for the night.
Before long, Sebastian arrived at the place he have chosen as a safe spot to stay away from strangers, although with the trace of an ironic smile he remembered the entire world had forgotten he existed.
Shoulder to the wood shingles, he slowly leaned to the window, peering through the fogged glass, alert for signs of movement or sounds before he eased open the back door of the building and slipped inside, the light of the moon casting a silvery tint over some of the ivy vines hanging just under the windowsill. —
❁She had traveled for some time, away from all she knew in that town she wished to leave behind. Already forgotten now by those she had cared deeply for because of that vile creature Malivore having taking her for his own use.
Now, she just wished to put all that had just happened behind her. Too bad one could not forget their own past within the black endless pit of Malivore as well as everyone collectively could easily forget about her.
Even if she was forgotten by what she thought was to be her love #Victor, her own memories plagued at her mind. The curse of being an immortal creature, she supposed. She wished to just sleep it all away...
Some points, she was able to indulge in the sweet rainfall or the even sweeter of the soft and plush moss under her bare feet as she walked along in her quest to escape. Alas, these were only short times of forgetting everything else.
Coming across the abandoned building in the woods might have been sheer luck, or perhaps fate. Her mind was much too tired to dwell on such things at this moment. She only wished to sleep. Hoping it would all go away like a bad dream itself...
This would also mean pushing away her dear friend #Ríona who had helped her all these years before.
She dreamt of her time as she curled up hidden within the ivy vines which wrapped themselves more around her. Her mind drifted of course, firstly to that front of her mind, making her toss slightly amoung the ivy vines.
She pushed it away, best she could wanting better memories, better dreams to come to pass before her instead.
The wood framing the windowsill she slept in was hard and real against her skin as the silvery moonlight cast shadows around the ivy which pulled itself back just the slightest as it felt her become a little eased in her slumbering. She was so deep in her sleep, she might never hear another creature to pass within the threshold of the doorway, seeking their own silent escapes.❁
— An existence of hundreds of years should be filled with lessons learned. Tricks should have become obsolete and one should become the wisest man known.
But why is it that Sebastian, an old vampyr, seemed to be caught off guard? Modern times gave him too many reasons to be surprised and to keep waiting for more surprises.
The world has indeed involved, and so did the people. Their tricks had upgraded along with everything else.
Sebastian had become wiser as well. His time outside of the box in which he slept for centuries -until he was awoken, then fully wake from his dormant state with fresh blood- gave the vampyr the chance to gain knowledge.
But every time he let his guard down, he would be greeted with a surprise.
He came to realize his past was already being made up for running into people he should have never come across in the first. Like Elizabeth.
He did warn her when they first met: they should have kept their distance.
And after he dived in the black pit, that hell dimension called Malivore that consumes creatures and wipes their existence from the collective conscience, he knew what to do with his second chance, find peace and finally be free.
The vampyr then promised himself to deny anything in relation to human emotions. Especially the good ones. It wasn’t for his own sake, it wasn’t for selfish reasons. He was afraid for someone else to be involved in his already complicated life.
In fact, he was saving these people from misery. He, himself, had lived too many years of misery and he wouldn’t want anyone else to go through it too.
Elusive shadows lingered inside the building he had slipped into, lost in his own thoughts, although the pale moon washed the room with silver. And then he sensed her presence, before staring just under the windowsill /wrapped all in green./
She was on her side, a lovely young woman slumbering that made the vampyr wonder why she had come to that place, /and to the backwoods of Mystic Falls,/ a spot that could become too tragic for her...
The vampyr closed his eyes for a second, maybe she’ll disappear; but when he opened them- she was still there. A deep sigh escaped his lips as he gazed upon the face of the sleeping woman.
He slowly looked around, and then started moving towards her. /Something/ was pulling him towards her- like he was forced to do so.
Again and again, he reminded himself of what tragedy it would be if he stayed and decided to find out about the connection he felt. But his own subconscious made the decision for him as he walked and stopped in front of her.
Sebastian just stood there, staring at the dreamy image, now afraid she would disappear if he’d blink...
Then he slowly moved his hand up to her head, to gently put a lock of her curly, light brown hair, /a chestnut mess/ behind her ear.
❁She sensed something near as she slumbered but paid no mind to it. The ivy vines wrapped about her kept her snug that she had very little fear of being seen. It was when she felt something lightly along her ear. Someone, or something, had gently moved her hair behind her ear. Opening her eyes, she braced herself for what she might discover before her. the ivy vines moving to allow her freedom in her movements. She could always command them to move again, should she need assistance again.
She looked up at the creature who may have dared to approach her, let alone move her hair. The moonlight casted much more shadows around the room and building at this such hour, but her eyes adjusted swiftly to the figure before her. A mans figure stood over her. The silvery light catching his features beautifully to her vision. Only, he wasn't a man at all, really.
'How curious,' She thought to herself as she looked him over then catching his eyes in her gaze. It did not seem he was human. She felt this presence before, however. She just could not place it at the moment what creature he was in fact. There was something about him, however. She had no urge to run from this one. In fact, she needed to go closer to him.
She moved her hand in a small gesture to make the ivy vines pull away from the rest of her body as she adjusted herself in the window frame. She already knew of tragedy with love. That was why she was here. Being caught by that vile creature Malivore made her forgotten by all she had cared about. The Dr. Saltzman and his "friends" helped her to discover that all too well. He dark eyes looked into this man's eyes as she now moved herself from the window to take a small step towards him. Her long curly hair shifting into her face again as she did.
Was she dreaming him? She half hoped it was just her mind now playing with her wishful desire to not be so alone in her travels. She blinked a moment to see that he still stood before her. She was almost afraid to speak anything in case it was still a dream of sorts. She held her breath as she stood there looking at him through her chestnut brown hair now covering her eyes as the silver of the moon shimmered over his form.❁
—Sebastian sighs again heavily, as he takes another sip of the bourbon, the burn no longer something new. The alcohol burned in his throat as he took another sip. He continues to drink, a foolish part of him thinking that it would
somehow make the moment more bearable, then he looked up as the house continued to become more unstable and the ground shook beneath him, and he hoped the end would be near. Ironically, there was a flash of white light before he found himself in front of a lake, on a peaceful day; then a soft breeze blew, and he lets out a sigh of relief, wondering if he had somehow been found worthy of peace. Or, if his subconscious was playing tricks on him because the vampyr knew he was running out of time to wake up and go to Fort Valley, Georgia.
And jump into that black pit and get out from the collapsing prison world, to make it in time. But also he didn’t wish to go back. The real world was terrifying and horrible. Part of him considered getting up and going to find this Triad Industries building,
but he couldn’t bring himself to. Perhaps he deserved to die after everything he had done, all the people he had hurt. He gripped the floor as the ground continued to shake before a strong force knocked him to the ground. His eyes snap open seemingly seconds later, and he’s gasping for breath. He wanted that second chance and shakily he stands up, his gaze drifting around the living room of the house that was what became the Salvatore School, and prior to that it used to be occupied by the Salvatore brothers. He was alone, yet remnants of their life remained all around him. He assumes so did the nice bottle of bourbon he’d intended to drown his sorrows with as he waited for his death. Now, he drops said bottle to the floor, takes one last glance around the room and bolts outside. Somehow, despite not knowing where he was or where he was supposed to go, save for a name, he manages to vamp-speed his way to Fort Valley, Georgia, as if something was pulling him there. Somehow, almost as if in a trance he makes his way into Triad Industries, and to +the black pit. His mind is spinning with memories, all the reasons he’s doing this, filling him with determination. And so, he jumps. It was dark. And, he kept walking in circles, his mind faraway, his mind playing memories on repeat like a broken record. +He’s not exactly sure how long he strays inside the black pit -Malivore- but he’s sure some time had passed. Or, perhaps no time at all.— https://t.co/0MaSwSvmum
It felt like ages had passed when she was in that place. That Malavore. Such a bitter and vile taste even the name had left upon her very tongue. A place sent to be forgotten by all of creation. As though she herself had never lived. Never danced among the breezes, among the storms. In the sunshine. Beautiful and warm, inviting sunshine. Or the moon. How she would cast her beautifully shimmery silver along the land. Transforming everything with a single kiss.
She had stepped from that gooey, slimy pit of liquid that wasn't even liquid and stood before this "new" world which had forgotten her in that building belonging to Triad Industries. She had been compelled by this creature that held her captive to go in search of some artifact they desperately wanted.
So in hope of her freedom, she reluctantly did as she was compelled to do.
Finding the small cabin in the woods, old and worn; almost like her spirit these past centuries. Being trapped by the Salvatore School head master and his cohort cleverly being tricked and lured there.
But, she had made a promise to them as well. They kept their word‐ even though that in itself ended hideously -
She told them what they needed to hear after she was told by what was the love of her life,, that he never heard of her.
By then, the compulsion ; the need to get this artifact so she might be finally free, was too much for her. She commanded the vines and growth to overtake these men. These petty humans. A short fight over things, for a knife. A stupid knife...
Then, tragically, she had "died". Well, at least to them. Yet, reborn as her original glorious form of her weeping willow tree since they had been in time to set her back by her precious water's edge. They obeyed her final "wishes" bringing her back to this place she had first loved before she ever met Victor.
To them, yes. She died. As they stood there and watched her transform back to her true self form. Back as the glorious and ancient willow tree to ]lay its branches upon the soft and gentle breezes once again.
— but what they may not have realized – she was again reborn. Nature is a never ending cycle.
A circle. She had come full circle.
They merely played a hand in ensuring she lived on. Once she had regained her full strength, she was able to attempt her transformation back to her humanoid form. Then she could leave from this area which brought her heartache and misery.
So off she went in search for a new start – a new life...
Such a time has passed her by. She hardly seen the outer part of the "civilized" world until she had finally decided to leave her willow form. Eons, centuries in fact, she had spent her time beside that babbling brook turned into a stream. She remembers fondly how that waterway was just a tiny little trickle. How over time, it slowly grew larger, wider; until it was the stream it was when she had left.
How long ago was that? Charis could only begin to fathom how long she had been trapped in that pit of Malavore. Such deep seeded darkness that place was. It was almost like a void, absorbing any and all light that may have dared to enter inside. An eternal extinguisher of light.
Along her now traveling strolls after finding she would need to go out on her own, before that time of Malavore and his pit, she had found a similar streambed to sit beside and indulge in for a spell. The tranquility of such places, made her long for times she could just go back to her willow shape and forget why she even wanted to be humanoid in the first place.
{Love- a strange this that emotion was. A dryad should not be allowed such a feeling. Yet here she was, in search of one she thought loved her in return}
She had to keep pressing on. She needed to find out. So she spent her day thinking on it all by the stream, before she headed off back on her task. Only, after a short while that had failed her. She didn't even remember when Malavore had found her, only that before long, all was black around her. Such dreams took over her mind when she did not think they would.
{Could she be forming more human staying in this form as time passed on?}
Such strange emotions was not always like her. Only time has made her grow to be such a way. She was not exactly sure on if she liked these feelings yet.
Now, all that time has been behind her. Malavore trapping her. Sending her off on his mission. Even her own "death" only as a tree spirit, one never truly "dies" for life circles back around. She was "planted" in time and was allowed to connect with the mother once more. Rebirthed and grown back in her full splendor of her willow branches.
{She was free once again}
The humans took off and left her in her peace. For that, she was thankful of the blessing to be alone. Her heart broken and alone at the news of Victor not remembering her at all.
{Never it any mind- such a love was not meant to be}
{But could such a love really exist? Could she find one? Was she meant to have one such a love to be hers?}
She soon took her humanoid form again and set about in her travels. Only this time to explore what she might find more about a few new things. These were just memories that floated now about her mind. She paid them very little mind when they surfaced these days.
{Perhaps she should have been doing better at such a thing these days?}
Such things floated as she dreamt from time to time.-
Ah, memories of the centuries long ago...
Such sighs escape her when she might actually pause to dwell on such a thing. Her very early years when she would willingly change form on her own to dance about the shadows of the forest, bask in the warmth of the sunlight in the meadows, play with the birds that flew about her.
These were the years when the humans barely lived about these parts. All was still pure. All was still whole. The forests still in tact. There was no cutting down of anything unnecessary in those times. These scarce humans merely cleared out only what was needed to survive. Many also would be certain to plant new saplings to replace. Gifting the mother of what they had taken. Those were the true people of the earth. Give back what you have taken. Thank the earth. The goddess for what she had bestowed for you to enjoy. To use. Those were men who feared the old ways and were not taken for anything less.
There were small paths they had made over the years in her youth. She would venture along these to see where they might have led to in those times. Many times she was glad she had done so. Some led her to the mountaintops where one could enjoy the view. The wind blowing through her hair as she stood smiling in the sunshine that bathed her. The humans made tors here to worship the gods. To give thanks and more. Many midnight rituals she held witness to in secret among the shadows. They never knew she was ever there, watching them. She always made certain to not be seen...
Fields and rows of wild flowers discovered in the paths. This was also why the made them. So their healers, commonly known as witches, could collect for their spells, potions and rituals as well. She would play her palms delicately along the tops of these as she danced past them. Their aromas greeting her as she did. Such a time those days were. For now, simply memories of the past they shall remain.
Fb- *she looks up through swaying branches into the night sky. Rains paused for the time being, not that it would matter to her at all, her being of nature - of the trees. A silent sigh escapes her lips. Would she ever find such a peace within her heart? She wondered as she looked out through the stars.
*lonely little dryad lays in a corner on the woods, along a mossy log and stares off in the woods. Silence along the night except the chatter of what she herself can hear. Deeper language than that of men. Her insomniac mood makes her dwell on things about her mind. +
Lazy fingers, long and slender, twirl in the air as her arm dangles down beside the mossy log. Vines and flowers sprout to life. Only she has no cares this night to even notice on bit she is even doing handiwork. When will arms come to hold her close once again...*
Things get so awfully quiet in these woods at night. More fun with someone special to pass the darkness by with. Perhaps even to play with the foliage around this dreary place as well*
*she lays across the cold moss, staring through branches up into the evening sky. Wide awake this time of night, nothing very new for her. She crosses her legs at her ankles, an almost pillow of moss beneath her head. Missing one creature in particular... how he + https://t.co/B1RLTGi5Yk
Came and went some days. Wondering on just when he might return. She was charmed by him. This creature that share the evening with her... as well as the daytime, sometimes.
She closed her eyes in thought to their late night conversations as a star went shooting by across +
The night sky. This one, he was different from others she had met over the centuries. He took time to understand her as well.
Things were different this time around. Perhaps they could beat the thing of Malavore, making the world forget about them. The world didn't matter +
So much to her anymore. She had found her answers... and so much more...
Perhaps, just maybe, she found about live, once again? She opened her eyes and watched the night sky again through the branches that rustled gently with the breeze. 𓆸ℭ
She peeks over at her darling Sebastian. Resting his eyes? Slumbering? Or just pretending like he might do some nights? She still never knew sometimes. She gave a sinfully playful little smirk as she sat in her favorite spot across the way and then bit her lower lip. Dare she tease him from here? Just to see if he was awake? She was bored in her dyrad way of what would be labeled as boredom, which might not make for much to any other creature. Yet, it was enough for her. The insomnia mood taking her at this very early hour, bit then again, early birds rise early as well...
She wiggled her fingers in his direction, making a tiny vine of ivy crawl slowly along Sebastian's foot and leg. Nothing too tight, or too binding. Just enough to let him know she was in a playful little mood from him. She couldn't help but giggle as she did it, curios on what her lover would do about it...𓆸ℭ
꧁ℭharis❁Dryad❁TreeSpirit꧂ ꕥꕤtwitter page https://twitter.com/CharisDryad ꕥꕤ location╰NOLA|MysticFalls ↬ℭharacter portrayal from s1e5 of Legacies- the dryad's story is AU portrayal of the unnamed tree spirit who returned looking for her lover Victor, a vampire. Only she discovered he has forgotten who she was from her time away. Now is her life humanoid among the world. ↬Her background story- ꕥꕤ 𝔸 𝔻𝕣𝕪𝕒𝕕'𝕤 𝕊𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪 ꕥꕤ https://my.w.tt/8jS6RN2YFab In The Beginning for what felt like eternity she stood by these banks, tall and strong, holding strong before any wind or storm that came her way. she was not just a mere weeping willow, after all. she was a dryad, and she was in love. now this love was not just one of those simple loves or cases. no, not at all. this was a pure and time tested love. this love started one spring morning many many moons ago. he showed up in her part of the woods, playing his flute. he had been walking alone for hours, just s...
꧁ℭharis❁Dryad❁TreeSpirit꧂ 5 January 2022 https://twitter.com/CharisDryad/status/1478825047120916490?t=bNxfcqRtEnTMWmAHW9pOYg&s=19 *relaxing the day away... quiet solitude of the deep forest. She wondered on what her love Sebastian might be up to at this hour as she closed her eyes to drift off to a small meditative trance* ≿━━━━༺❀༻━━━━≾ https://t.co/JJ6cfMrmaY
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