NIKLAUS MIKAELSON
Original Hybrid
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Post by NIKLAUS MIKAELSON on Nov 21, 2021 1:41:40 GMT
Long Overdue
(with Jacob Salvatore)
He couldn't help but curl his nose up at the Salvatore Boarding House. There was something about it that offended his senses --- perhaps it was in knowing that Damon Salvatore prowled the premises. Or perhaps it thought it was a place wholly unfitting for Stefan. The true Stefan that was; the one who embraced who and what he was instead of trying to hide it away by scribbling in books. Part of Klaus wished he had managed to make hybrids while traveling with his old friend. Maybe things would have turned out better.
Still, there was something about Stefan that Klaus refused to give up. The younger vampire might not be overly fond of him in return but Klaus took it as a challenge --- and he was a fan of a challenge.
He moved with the ease of someone who felt entitled to be there. He claimed no ownership to the building of course but still, he acted as if he did. Just as he acted with most of this town come to think of it.
Klaus wondered just what his old pal was up to at the moment. He doubted that Stefan would be happy to see him and he had to admit (if only to himself) that it hurt to know that. Overall, everyone had been happy to see him upon his return --- this would no doubt mark the first negative response.
Well, if he could find the Ripper.
Instead he found himself in the main room with a man he didn't recognize. At first. "Good afternoon," he said, his manners surfacing long enough for him to consider what it was about this man that sparked recognition in him. When he got it, he nearly snapped his fingers. Instead he simply smiled. "You must be Jacob, Stefan's son." He had heard that he was not the only vampire that found himself a father --- it was just that he was the only one who had conceived while being a vampire. "I assume, as your father's son, you know who I am." |
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JACOB SALVATORE
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Post by JACOB SALVATORE on Dec 24, 2021 3:51:25 GMT
![]()  ━ pitch-black winter nights live in my bones ━
THERE was something to be said about self-control. People threw around the word like it meant nothing, but Jacob knew that 'self control' was a whole lot easier said than done. And he exercised it at every turn. Even while doing something as simple as gathering supplies. He'd broken in to the local blood bank countless times out of a desperate necessity. And history had told Jacob never to do anything while he was hungry. But, no matter how much he wanted to rip in to one straight away, he abstained. No matter that his skin was a shade paler than usual, shallow and wasted. Or, that the slightest misstep or loud noise made him want to rip somethings head off. Refrain, he reminded himself. It was almost like his body thought he was going to starve if he didn't have a sip of blood every few minutes.
He'd been hopeful that he could help him figure out what the hell was wrong with him that caused him to struggle with his blood lust and thankfully he had gotten answers. His father, Stefan, was also a ripper. Guess it ran in the family. Answers he had been grateful for getting, because prior to reuniting with his father, he had no damn clue why he had such an immense addiction to blood. Either way, each lead they obtained ending dead, or running cold, Lucy having to follow him on binge after horrifying binge, hunger always getting the best of him despite his best efforts of remaining under control.
Either way, he had been turning toward alcohol to help curb his cravings... and it worked, to some extent. Jacob would turn to anything if it meant maintaining control. While alcohol wasn't the solution, it helped. Blood lust, it was the disease that makes people the monsters they are known to be; it is what wipes away the last of their humanity. And humanity was the only thing keeping him from losing any and all control he had, it was why he had not turned off his humanity switch as his humanity, his soul, was the only thing they made him come any closer to being human. Not only that, but he couldn't do that to his sister, or father. They meant too much to him for him to shut everything off about himself that made him, well, him.
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Just one glass. Just one. Hell, at least just one sip. Everything would be better immediately, and for a moment, everything would feel perfect as if he wasn't slowly losing grip on his life, his blood lust. Maybe his hands would stop trembling, uncurl from the angry fists they had clenched up into. His teeth would stop grinding, tightly gritted together to form a pointy jawline. His eyes would stop watering from staring down at the glass as if he had sunken into a trance. And first and foremost, his mind would stop wandering; would stop spinning around the fact that he wanted to rip into every single person's jugular that he passed walking.
Trembling, the vampire's hand actually moved in slow motion pace, his fingers slowly curling around the glass as if he was scared it would burn him. The shape felt familiar, the weight as well. It was a perfectly poured glass, its golden liquid resembling honey as he slowly rose it and swirled the liquid around with care, as if he was scared it would spill or dissolve into nothingness. An unnoticeable breeze carried the scent of strong whiskey towards his face, filling his nose as if to greet him fondly. Trembling slightly, his hand rose the drink and slowly pressed his lips to the glass, a soft sigh escaping as the liquid ran down his throat, almost instantly helping, even only a little, suppress his cravings.
'Good afternoon, you must be Jacob Stefan's son.' The sound of an unfamiliar voice rang through the air and Jacob abruptly stood to his feet, turning to face the voice he did not recognize. Standing before him was a man, blonde hair with a British accent. Jacob racked his brain trying to figure out who this man was. When he had first reunited with his father, he had told him about countless people in his life, friends and enemies alike. For his protection, his father had said. It was better if he knew who his enemies were than to be blindsided if he came across one.
'I assume, as your father's son, you know who I am.' That sentence alone made everything click for Jacob. He knew exactly who this was and he knew to be on guard the entire time. "Klaus." He said, reaffirming that he did indeed know who he was. What was he doing here? In the boarding house no less. "If you're looking for my father he isn't here." He said calmly, trying to figure out what the original hybrid wanted and why he was here in his home. He felt violated and on edge by the original's presence as he had been told about him from his father. Klaus Mikaelson was dangerous and not someone to be messed with or even underestimated.
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NIKLAUS MIKAELSON
Original Hybrid
Posts: 118
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Last seen Oct 26, 2024 22:52:07 GMT
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Post by NIKLAUS MIKAELSON on Jan 1, 2022 18:04:57 GMT
Long Overdue
(with Jacob Salvatore)
It became quite apparent just how much Stefan had imparted on his son in regards to their time together. Klaus could see it in the way Jacob reacted to him. There was something in him that twisted in a sort of perverse glee in knowing he had that affect on others still but at the same time, this was Stefan's son. He once loved Stefan like a brother and although he had a funny way of showing that admiration, he still thought of Stefan fondly.
Therefore he was no real threat to Jacob.
But of course, Jacob didn't know that. He could only go by Klaus' actions, which as usual spoke much louder than anything the hybrid could say. He couldn't exactly blame Jacob for the muted response given everything. He would react much the same way --- oh, who was he kidding? He would react with a loud air of suspicion because the art of subtly was lost on him whenever family was involved.
Still, Klaus remained just where he was.
"It is true that I came looking for your father. It has been awhile since I last saw him --- I was hoping to see how he is," Klaus confessed. He had missed his old friend while in Europe. There were moments that he had wished that Stefan was at his side for what he needed to do. But he would want the Ripper of course and Stefan was still fighting that label.
Klaus stepped further into the grand living space. "I see this place has remained much the same as when I last left. It could use with some updating --- perhaps I will give the Salvatore brothers the name of my decorator," he mused aloud, a smug sense of humor laced in his voice. He was not a fan of this home, most likely because it reminded him of Damon. He would never bring himself to see the usefulness and appeal of Damon Salvatore but that was a thought for another day.
He turned back towards Jacob, his eyes surveying the scene he had walked in on. "I can see you father in you," he began, shifting his gaze over the glass that contained trace amounts of alcohol. He himself knew the inside of a bottle quite well. He couldn't help but wonder just how intimate Jacob Salvatore was with such things. He might as well try and find out. "Perhaps in more ways than just looks, hmm?" |
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JACOB SALVATORE
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Post by JACOB SALVATORE on Jan 17, 2022 4:09:35 GMT
![]() ━ pitch-black winter nights live in my bones ━
JACOB and his sister had spent decades looking for their biological father, hopeful that perhaps he could help him figure out what the hell was wrong with him that caused him to struggle with his blood lust. Either way, each lead they obtained ending dead, or running cold, Lucy having to follow him on binge after binge, hunger always getting the best of him despite his best efforts of remaining under control. Hunger had always been an issue for him ever since he had his first drop of blood. He didn't know what it was, but it was like his body just simply could not get enough. Just could not run long enough without it, always craving that next drink. Jacob had grown to know just what it was, he knew about addiction. Strong men crumbling over opiates or even cocaine. His addiction, it seemed, was something with far worse, one with more dire consequences - it resulted in death, multiple deaths and that was a side of him that he desperately tried to suppress no matter what.
Things had finally turned around, the past few years living in Mystic Falls had been evidence of that. It had been quite a while since he and Lucy had settled down in Mystic Falls and in that time, so much had happened. For one, the two had saved and reunited with their father and his sister had gotten herself a job at the local high school, although Jacob could not say the same. He had other things to worry about than graduating from high school again when he already had multiple college degrees to his name. If he were being honest he never got the appeal of repeating high school, college sure because one could never stop learning. What was one more degree in the scheme of things? And given as though he would never age another day, it wasn't like he had anything else to do... especially now that he had found his father and his place in this town.
The liquid ran down his throat, and he let out a deep sigh of almost what seemed like relief. Liquor did a lot of things and help curb his cravings was one of them. One thing he got from his father was his undying need for human blood, it was a curse. One that couldn't be lifted quite so easily, but alcohol did the trick in a pinch. Having Klaus Mikaelson only a few feet from him had him on high alert, making the need for alcohol higher. It was a necessity at this point, especially considering he had no clue as to what Klaus wanted. Instead of saying something that might upset Klaus and set him off, he remained silent and listened as Klaus explained how he was indeed looking for his dad, but not in the sense that he had expected. Klaus came to catch up? That was... interesting to say the least.
'I see this place has remained much the same as when I last left. It could use with some updating --- perhaps I will give the Salvatore brothers the name of my decorator,' Klaus said as he walked closer to him, an amused tone in his voice. "I'm sure they would love their card." He said, returning the joke. Whether Klaus thought the boarding house needed updating or not, Jacob and his family loved the place just as it was. It had history and definitely didn't need to be changed. The place meant too much to his dad and uncle.
'I can see your father in you. Perhaps in more ways than just looks, hmm?' Klaus was good at reading people, more than Jacob had imagined because he caught on rather quick on the true meaning to his liquor habit. Before uttering a word, Jacob downed the rest of the contents of his glass as he stood up to face Klaus, setting the now empty glass back onto the side table before looking at the original. He knew there was no point in lying to Klaus, he heard first hand what happened when Klaus suspected lying and he would rather not get into it with an original, that was a fight he most certainly would not win. "I'm not going to lie and say I don't share my father's ripper gene. That is something that he and I share and are working through together. Unfortunately, that means drinking copious amounts of alcohol to help control myself." He said honestly, motioning towards the bottles of liquor that set upon the liquor cabinet a few feet away from him. Jacob wasn't sure where Klaus was going with this, but Jacob knew better than to let his guard down, especially around someone like Klaus Mikaelson.
His dad had told him as such.
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