She hated Travellers because all they do is lie. And for some unknown reason, they want to kill Tatia Petrova, the forgotten shadow, on the other dark side of Hell.
Who knew what time it was, four am? Five am? There was a soft murmur from the girl lying on the floor, she rolled over, holding her side in pain whilst wincing. Her chocolate locks fell over her face as she let out a louder cry of pain. Things hadn’t turned out exactly as planned for Tatia Petrova. Seemingly. She leant up, dragging her dainty frame with her. “Ouch…” She muttered, running her hand across her torso. Everything hurt. Everything hurt a little too much. She had no memory of the previous evening, things were a blur to her, just one big blur that was slowly starting to come back into focus. Tatia Petrova managed to scramble onto her heeled feet. She looked down at herself, ”I will always look out for myself.” Her fierce voice echoed down the hallway, but didn’t have the same presence it once did. The realisation had finally hit her, she was human, sort of.
A whole whirl-wind of emotions hit her at once, even though she had had them on in her other life, first she felt anger and then sadness followed by even more anger. She turned round at the pace of any normal mortal and hit her fist against the door she had used to steady herself. All it did was cause her more pain and more realisation of what had happened to her. Had a humans hearing always been this bad? Pushing open a pair of double doors, she stopped in her tracks, she sighed in relief, though still doubled over trying to get some air back into her lungs, another thing she had never had to do as an vampire. BAM! The doors closed behind her. Tatia Petrova is not a martyr. She has no desire to die. “You are Tatia Petrova. Suck it up.”
'I will not die', she thought. 'not today'. And Tatia, oh, Tatia is a girl who desires only to live.
Her eyes stared up at the sky, her breathing heavy. She didn’t want to move. Human. She was a human. The same anger and sadness whirled over her again but she still didn’t move. Overcenturies she’d spent hiding and running, living. Now what was she? A typical 17-year-old girl with nothing. She was feeling things she hadn’t before, she felt different. She wasn’t exaggerating when she thought of having nothing. She really did have nothing. No family, no friends, no money, no home, no future and no lover. She gulped at that word lover. There was only one name that sprung into her head at that moment, Elijah. The last time she had seen him was when he said he was leaving for the New Orleans with Klaus. She gulped again. Klaus. Without speed, strength or compulsion how was she supposed to keep herself from being murdered by him? She was a useless, alone, mortal, immortel, sort of, who wanted nothing more than live. But no, she had to suffer and she knew that she would. She was positive that she was alone now, even she could sense it as a human. Her head span and she almost fell right back over. Humans really were delicate.
People do some pretty fucked up shit when they know they’re about to die, and Tatia knew this all too well. “Fuck,” she grumbled. Tatia’s memories played tricks on her. Niklaus…. None of them will ever be the same. She tore it all down and she’s never been able to put them back together.
“Why would I want to live?”….
”Guess you’ll have to do a bit of walking…” She mumbled again to herself as she started walking away from “Hell.” It hadn’t really hit her that she looked a complete mess, no wonder she was getting strange looks from passing byers. There were a few people who gave her waves from across the street, obviously classmates of her doppelganger, and even a few who gave her concerned looks. She ignored them all, her emotions were in full rage mode and although she couldn’t actually hurt anyone with ease, but oh boy she was going to try if someone would try to hurt her. Tatia abandoned the past with a false smile and another piece of her soul. She fixed her eyes on the road ahead, didn’t looked back.
It was around in the middle of the night, in the morning, she had no idea by now and she felt the strange sensation of being hungry, for food not blood. Not to mention she was thirsty and tired, exhausted actually. So, Tatia Petrova was alone, hungry and human, sort of. Three things that she hadn’t really been before – well not for long anyway. Maybe she was used to being alone but she always seemed to have someone to drag along with her. Mystic Falls really wasn’t a good place to be at the moment but it was a place that she had grown quite fond to throughout her visits. Firstly, she still felt like she’d been run over by a car and then hit by a lorry. Secondly, she couldn’t hear anything out of a reasonable radius. And thirdly, she couldn’t order people around whenever she pleased. No wonder Damon didn’t took the cure.
She whispered. ‘Plan B. And if that fails a plan C and a plan D.’ Tatia took a deep breath, limping forward even more daringly close. Maybe she was being stupid, stupidly brave, as she stepped closer towards a bar “Every downfall of humanity.” She croaked, her voice weak from not only from the damage, but the nerves she felt.
Tatia Petrova took a deep breath, limping forward even more daringly close. “To the cemetery.” So there was Tatia Petrova, without any plan. “Of course,” She slumped back in frustration, putting a hand to her head. There was no one in this town that didn’t want to see her suffer but she had nowhere else to go. The New Orleans was a big bust, Some would kill her as soon as she stepped foot there and she didn’t have anywhere else she could go. ‘Humanities making you weak’ A small tear ran down the girls face, something that hadn’t happened for a long time. She hastily wiped it away. Since experiencing tears for the first time in centuries Tatia Petrova had bolted. She had nowhere to go but nowhere sounded a whole lot better than Mystic Falls. Not to forget she was starving and dehydrated. Her lip had swollen up by now from what she could tell, but somehow through all she had taken throughout the days, or she needed clothes, but Tatia still looked beautiful. Maybe her hair needed, but she still looked good. She raised an eyebrow slightly. The place was quiet, too quiet for her taste.
"He who said, you shall not surely die has become the living dead in sins." Tatia groaned slightly. She ilted her head back with a groan of frustration, not even a single thing could go her way could it? "New Orleans." Was it a sensible decision? No. Was it the right decision? Probably not. Was it her only option? Yes.
Tatia was unaware of the time but she knew that she was late for her meeting with Elijah. Guess she had a good excuse being in her new form. The nerves hit her again. How would he react to her this way? Would he even help her? Tatia knew how diplomatic and deep Elijah could be and he would probably end up telling her that this was the chance to find Tatia. She wasn’t so sure he wanted to find HIS Tatia anymore. Hadn’t she caused her enough problems already?
The bundle of curled brown hair had been out for hours. Her body felt limp and even weaker than it had been before; it even seemed like an effort to open her eyes. One eye fluttered open slightly, inspecting the room that she now found herself in. Once she had secured the fact that she was alone, the other eye slowly fluttered open from under her thick black lashes. She was a little behind on the last thing she remembered and her eyes widened as she looked down at herself. Her wrists were bound down to the chair as well as her legs and there was a sharp pain in her arm. A needle. Her eyes followed the needle down to a long tube that went up to a blood bag, which was currently slowly filling with blood that was coming from her body. Her eyes flickered closed again just as the doors opened and someone had been waiting for his queue, walked straight in and towards her. Someone crouched down, eye level with Tatia, “Tatia, you’ll be fine again.” he ripped the needle out of her arm forcefully, causing her to scream out in pain. He left straight after, leaving her alone again. Even though she didn’t want to be like this, she couldn’t stop and the tears kept falling, running down her face. Over five centuries worth of hurt, sadness and anything else worth crying about had hit her all at once. She bowed her head down, her long locks falling over her face as though her hiding was going to make any difference what so ever, but she didn’t stop or move. She hated Travellers because all they do is lie. Her chocolate locks fell over her face as she let out a louder cry of pain….
The tears she had been holding in escaped her eyes and fell down her face just like the others had. This time, Nikl’s hand brushed across her cheek gently wiping away the tears. There weren’t any words that she had to say in that moment and she couldn’t move at all but words or actions didn’t really seem important in that moment. Because in that moment she felt something strongly in her slowly beating human heart – Love. Cheesy possibly but it was a good feeling, one she couldn’t remember feeling so strongly before.
His hand brushed over her wrists, untying the thick knots before bending down to untie the ones around her legs. Everything felt stiff even after she was free and she winced as she moved her arms away from the armrests of the chair. Being the usual stubborn and independent Tatia she attempted to stand up on her own, only to stumble and be caught by his arms… Her mind playing tricks on her.
Now that Tatia was up to speed on everything, she realised a witch helping her. Now she would hate her guts even more. Secondly, she had bigger problems, she had to deal with herself. Tatia smirked, “Yep, I’m untouchable.” She walked towards the bar….
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She’s an amazing writer, more than talented, and simply perfect in portraying Tatia. She can capture you with her words, and goes deep under the surface.
And last but not least a personal note: I love the mun to bits
"Okay…. everything in my life is just plain out weird! You’d think anybody in my position would at least be driven insane and thrown in the house. Yea, that is so normal! Note the sarcastic voice. Life sucks especially when you don’t know what is going on or what to do…." Happy face. Pouty face. Sad face. She looked down at her reflection curiously. Tilting her head, she made another expression, the angry face. Huh… she never thought robots can make expression on a whole. Hearing her own little growling, she looked down at her Teddy. Right now Teddy was sticking out his tongue and screeching. It looked like he was trying to scare his own reflection. So far life was normal. The minute she said that, a little message rang in her head. It was telling her she was hungry. But again, what the hell do robots eat? She froze and looked around the area. Ever since she woke up, she was much more aware of her surroundings. As a human, she felt like someone was watching her and shook it off as paranoia. Now as a “soulless something”, she knew it wasn’t paranoia or a figment of her imagination. Someone was out there watching her. To her embarrassment, when she first felt their presence (or something like that) she screamed bloody murder before huddling in a fetal position whimpering. It was like a failed Pewdiepie moment.
After hours of calming herself down, she made her way to a lake. But now the presence was back and it sends a cold feeling in her chest. She didn’t need to strain herself to know it-no, something is coming closer. Slowly she looked around fearfully. She didn’t want to ask if anyone was there because… 1. It’s stupid! Do you expect your stalker to just say “Hey! Yea I’m over here!” 2. Every time the protagonist in a movie asks if there anyone was there…There is always someone there! She jumped hearing another noise. She quickly looked around shakily.
Oh hello there, you’re back, yay. <3
Silence of a Bird
Like a bird shot to the ground, just as he learns to fly
Pulled from the warm winds, on the weight of all the lies
His saviour’s silence deafens him, shadows embrace his all around
He listens in the darkness, broken winged and never found.
…. People survive wars.
People survive disasters. People survive pain.
People survive sadness.
People survive hurt. People survive people. So why wouldn’t I, one of the people, survive this?
People don’t remember, revenge is sweet.
Ian Somerhalder for Esquire China (March 2014)
Word on the block is we're no longer friends ~wiggles eyebrows~ Wanna give them a show like the old times?
~laughs~ What has become of this poor world? We will probably always be topic number one? ~raises a brow~
Please like/reblog if you’re fine with abusive, kidnapping, torturous plots. I need some people to para with so yeah. Thanks.