getting ahead

There was always a sign in the window advertising jobs in the club, but Hector was needing staff more than ever since he lost a few during the Halloween purge, including one of his door staff, albeit Hector was the one killing the guy. The idiot failed to do his job by letting underage girls in, one of which happened to be a Mikaelsons and as a result, it brought trouble to Hector directly. The blonde woman was happy to announce her relation to the family, knowing it would spark concern in Hector. Turns out she was all bark no bite. None of the Mikaelsons had turned up, not even for the purge. He expected to see at least one of them in the crowd, having a feast.

He was hoping the purge would help blow off some steam for the supernaturals and criminals in Mystic Falls, himself included. Perhaps a part of Magnus had rubbed off onto him though as he found himself not being as ruthless as he know he could be. He could have slaughtered ninety percent of the people in the club, but he held back, only targeting a few. The following day he received a lecture from the bitchy blonde reaper about making their job soooooo must harder by doing the purge, like he cared. Boo hoo.

Quite a few applications landed on his desk but Hannya basically threw one in his face, telling him the woman was a good candidate. Hector flicked through the woman's resume. Ayla Kiraz. Turkish accordingly to her resume and Hannya’s comments. Ayla’s experience was somewhat lacking in bar work, but it wasn’t exactly hard to make a vodka soda. He told Hannya to invite Ayla in for an interview. He was hoping Kit would lead the interview, but somehow the task fell to Hector.

Hector made his way down towards his office trying to pull together some questions in his head. The last job interview he has was in the 1960s at one of the big banks in New York. He lied through his teeth about everything. He’d never worked in investment before nor had he ever worked in a bank, but he slipped through the net. He pushed the door open, gaze immediately falling to the young woman inside who announced herself. Friend of Hannya? Unlikely. “Hello Ayla. I’m Hector Dacre. Pleasure.” He extended his hand, shaking her hand lightly. He took Ayla’s resume before taking a seat at his desk. His focus shifted from Ayla to the picture of Evelyn on his desk, annoyed at himself for forgetting to lock it away. He turned his attention back to Ayla as he removed the photo from his desk, placing it in the drawer before latching it shut. “Teşekkür ederim.” He flashed her a warm smile, “Turkish right? I briefly lived there a few years ago. Beautiful country.” A little white lie. The only reason he was fluent in the language was to speak to merchants when he sailed the seas, along with many other languages. It was easy to trade goods when you know what the hell was going on, plus it earned him quick respect. “When did you move here?” His eyes flicked down to her resume for a moment, noticing her last job was in Turkey.


AYLA KIRAZ - translation: thank you

Evelyn was a secret he only shared with a select number of people. No one needed to know about that period of his life where he was so in love to the point where he couldn’t bring himself to love another woman again. Centuries later and he still couldn’t shake his love for her. He did what most vampires did when they lost someone they loved and killed everyone in sight before but nothing helped with the pain. Eventually, he turned to the only person he could trust at the time to witness him in such a vulnerable state. Magnus. A man who had been through the same thing centuries prior. He was evidence that Hector would get through the heartbreak. A feeling he’d never experienced before and chose to never experience again. Ayla wasn’t to know the backstory though, only trying to be polite. Hector dismissed her comment, moving the conversation onto her.

Perhaps he shouldn’t have slipped into the Turkish language so quickly, with his mind trying to remember where he lived. It wasn’t even called Turkey at the time and there was a chance he was about to pluck out some old name from the fourteen hundreds. “Ankara for a while then Istanbul.” The only two cities he could recall. “And you?”

They were hardly any Turkish-Americans roaming around Mystic Falls and immediately his mind jump to the straggly unkept vampire that came into the bar. He was hoping for Ayla’s sake it wasn’t the same man because he didn’t strike Hector as the type of man who settled down.

It was almost impossible to catch Hector off guard, but Ayla sneezing and then turning into Evelyn had him jumping to his feet. The chair slid back, slamming into the wall harshly. It was rare he was lost for words, but he remained silent, staring at Ayla with a look of shock. Hannya failed to mention Ayla was a bloody shapeshifter, one who couldn’t control her own abilities. Then tears started to form in her eyes and Hector felt himself crumb inside because it wasn’t Ayla’s eyes that were slipping tears, it was Evelyn’s. “Please don’t cry… it’s okay.” He said softly as he edge forward and pulled one of his drawers open on his desk. “Here.” He took a box of tissues out and placed them on his desk, pushing them toward Ayla.

He could feel an ache in his chest, as though his heart was breaking all over again. He longed to walk over to Ayla, wrapped his arms around her, and embrace her for hours just so he could feel the softness of Evelyn’s hair brush against his skin and feel her body on his. That vulnerability he felt back in the eighteen hundreds was trying to force its way back to the surface. “The woman you saw in the picture is someone I love… she was killed.” It was a blessing Hector didn’t witness her hanging. “You’ll fit in here. I hire a lot of supernaturals. I’m a vampire… you’ve heard of those yes? I’ve been knocking around for over seven hundred years.” He offered her a warm smile.



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