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how to play.

1. Drop a comment with one or more of your muses. It can be empty if you want me to make a scenario, or you can toss one at me. If you want to just give me a prompt (a word, song, lyric, picture, phrase, anything), I can riff off that too.
2. In the subject line, you can specify any of my muses you might want to play with, or you can ask me to pick someone.
3. just rp with me. if something jives really well, maybe we can continue it in another one of these later, sort of like a super casual verse. if it doesn't, it doesn't.

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She watches with concern as he falls to the ground. There's a part of her that wonders how dangerous he is -- if she wouldn't be better off leaving him alone like this.

"We met once before, that's right."

He pulls himself to his feet and staggers, grabbing at the girl's shoulders to maintain his balance.

"I need a drink," he mutters.

He feels dry and hot. His head hurts and the wound on his arm itches. Vampires who are bitten by a werewolf suffer intense pain and hallucinations. They are also overcome by blood lust, and may kill indiscriminately before the fever overtakes them and they finally expire.

Elijah doesn't feel that bad, but he's just now realizing that the girl in front of him is human. He really could do with a drink.

"I don't have any water or anything on me."

She doesn't yet know what he actually means by drink -- though she's been aware of werewolves and other creatures for a while now she's yet to ever run into a vampire.

It's not something her family's training has prepared her for.

He almost laughs, but it's more of a dry rasp. Her neck is inches away from him and if he loses focus... He tears his eyes away, swallowing as he steps back.

He passes a hand over his brow. A moment of lucidity. He must take advantage.

Elijah meets her eyes. "You ran into me in the cabin in the woods. I need to return there."

"It shouldn't be too far from here."

He looks like he needs a hospital but it wouldn't be the first time someone in Beacon Hills refused to go to one. And as she doesn't know exactly what he is -- well maybe it's better not to have to explain that to Scott's mom.

He looks at her expectantly, waiting for her to go on. Elijah has no idea where the cabin is. He's completely lost his sense of where they are. Which means he needs her to guide him.

When she doesn't say anything else, he sighs. "Can you show me?"

That's what she had been waiting for. A confirmation to how bad of shape he was in. He clearly doesn't know where he is right now -- or really who he's with if the mistaken identity earlier was a sign of anything.

She nods. "I can."

And with that she begins in the right direction.

"Thank you," he murmurs, remembering his manners despite his predicament.

Elijah follows docilely enough at first. Then he starts feeling dizzy again and slows down, swaying drunkenly from side to side. He keeps passing his hand over his eyes as though the sun is hurting him.

"How much further?"

Instinctively she puts a hand on his arm to try to help steady him as they continue to walk.

"Not much, we should be there in a few minutes."

He barely seems to register the hand on his arm, but he keeps walking. The pain is becoming more irritating again; his skin itches. He stares down at the ground, concentrating hard on every step before him.

Consequently, he completely misses when they come in sight of the cabin, right until he staggers on to the porch.

He leans heavily against the door, twisting around to look at her.

"Don't follow me."

And with that, Elijah disappears inside, slamming the door shut behind him.

Allison stands at the doorway, unsure of what to do. She doesn't know him -- but he seems too hurt to be left on his own either.

Which is why she opens the door and makes her way inside anyway.

"I can't just leave you like that."

It's not like she knows the bite won't kill him.

It's a bad idea. He told her not to come in. Because he's absolutely ravenous - it's all he's been able to do not to drain her dry, but the knowledge that there's blood waiting for him in the cabin kept him going.

He moved with vampire speed as soon as the door closed, and so in a matter of seconds he's tossed half a dozen blood bags out of the fridge and onto the kitchen table. When she finds him, he's already almost finished one, drinking like a man who has just found an oasis in the middle of a desert.

She instantly regrets the decision. Blood. Those are bags of blood -- like a vampire?

It shouldn't surprise her. There are werewolves, kaminas, banshees and who knew what else is out there?

Why wouldn't there be vampires?

She stands there in fear when she knows she should run, she should get out of there but she can't move.

There's a little blood around his mouth. In case it wasn't obvious that he's drinking it. Elijah's eyes fall on Allison and he pauses, hand tightening around the almost-empty blood bag.

"I told you not to follow me."

"I know. I should of listened."

But Allison isn't great at that, especially if she thinks someone was in danger -- she had thought there was something strange about him but she didn't expect this.

She feels almost as frozen as when she first saw Derek as the wolf, when her reality completely crumbled in front of her.

She should have. He rises, the chair scraping back behind him. It won't do for her to know his secret; he will have to compel her.

But even as he strides over to her, the world blurs and he blinks, confused. Slowing down to a stop. Then his stance shifts, becoming menacing, head tilted in a predatory fashion. Once again he's seeing someone who isn't there.

"The deal is off."

If he listens closely he can probably hear her heartrate begin to race. Especially since he seems confused again -- which is really not helpful at the moment.

Best to try to remind him who she actually is.

"We didn't have a deal beyond me helping you here."

Her heart racing fits the illusion. He takes a step forward, interrupting her mid-flow:

"You have nothing left to negotiate with."

"I'm not trying to negotiate, I just want to leave."

Maybe if she can reach for her bow or dagger...she needs to be careful though -- he's unstable enough as is.

He rolls his eyes. Whatever threat he's perceiving, it doesn't seem like he's taking it seriously. There's a longer pause before he speaks again, his tone soft and self-assured.

"Stefan won't let you die."

"I don't know who Stefan is."

Whoever he thinks she's talking to (that Katerina girl again, maybe?) it isn't her.

That much she knows.

He blinks, focus shifting. The illusion has faded. Maybe the blood helped. He remembers his original intention and steps forward, moving to lay a hand over Allison's shoulder as he stares into her eyes.

"Forget all this and leave."

For all her training, for all she's been taught to be prepared -- her family's never prepared her for this -- someone altering her mind like this.

Even if she wanted to fight it, she couldn't. Which is why she just nods her head a little in agreement.

"I'll forget all this and leave."

And with that, she turns to do exactly that.

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I lost this tag somehow, sorry!

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