Stocking Stuffers Part Four
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Bela tosses a wad of bills on the table carelessly and Pamela steels herself for the worst. The ones with bottomless pockets are always the ones carrying around the worst shit. Pamela can feel desperation coming off of Bela in waves, she’s reaching the end of the line. Pamela leans back in her chair, one arm dangling loosely over the back, and shakes her head before Bela has a chance to say a word.
“I’m sorry sweetheart, I know you’re looking for a Hail Mary here, but I’ve got nothing for you.”
Bela smirks.
“I haven’t even opened my mouth yet, and you haven’t counted your cash.”
Pamela pushes the money back across the table and Bela’s expression darkens. It reminds Pamela of the clouds that roll in right before a twister sets down.
“Psychic, remember?” Pamela asks, pointing to herself. “You made a bad deal. Now you’ve got to pay up.”
“I was a kid,” Bela snarls. “If you don’t want to help me, fine. I’ll find someone willing.”
“Oh, I’m willing. There’s just nothing to be done.”
Bela leans across the table her hands brushing Pamela’s, sending shockwaves of want and heat running down Pamela’s spine. This girl is brimming with life, there’s a fire in her that makes Pamela want to lean up and meet Bela’s mouth, to taste all that stubborn determination on her own tongue. It would be a mistake, but Bela wouldn’t be the first dead man (woman) walking Pamela’s taken out for one last spin. It comes up more often than it should in her line of work.
“There’s always a way,” Bela says, her voice even and controlled. “Those bastards aren’t going to get me.”
Pamela runs a hand softly across Bela’s soft cheek and smiles at the flicker of surprise that crosses Bela’s face. She sees it then---Bela’s death, violent and bloody and what comes after---Pamela pulls her hand away and gets up from the table.
“What did you see?” Bela asks. Pamela picks up the cash and presses it firmly back into Bela’s hand.
“Keep looking, sweetheart.”
“Did you see something?” Bela asks again, a note of hope creeping into her voice.
Pamela hesitates. The truth won’t do Bela a bit a good. If a man knows he’s going to get hit by a bus he’s going to be so preoccupied trying to prevent it from happening, he’ll end up walking right in front of the damn thing. A little hope never hurt anyone. Especially when they’re as fucked as Bela Talbot.
“Just keep looking.”
Bela shoves her money back in her purse, and flps her hair over her shoulder as she walks toward the door.
“You’re a bloody useless, psychic,” she spits right before the door slams behind her.
Pamela sighs and returns to her seat.
“I’ve heard that one before,” she mutters to herself.
*
Fortokenblkgirl:
It starts with Stefan.
She’s had his blood coursing through her veins and with it came memories, feelings, thoughts---pieces of him floating to the surface of her mind like errant bits of vampiric driftwood. She knows him without ever wanting to and it’s harder to hate someone once you’ve felt their anguish, their love.
She doesn’t tell anyone, not Elena, not Stefan. It’s too weird. But sometimes Damon looks at her, his eyes dark, the corners of his lips curling upwards into a smirk, and she knows without a doubt that he knows her secret.
Rage bubbles up inside her at the thought because she knows why he knows---she’s been inside of him, just like Stefan’s been inside of her.
Magic should set her apart from them, but instead it binds them together. She dreams of Stefan, of his body moving inside of hers, his hands cupping her breasts. She dreams of his dreams, sees him with his brother in some other time, some other place---Damon grinning his devil may care grin right before he slides his tongue into his brother’s mouth. Bonnie can feel it all---Stefan’s shame, his desire. She wakes up with her cheeks burning red and a deep ache down low that demands to be satisfied.
She goes to school the next morning careful to avoid Stefan, but Damon’s loitering near the entrance almost as if he’s been waiting for to arrive. When he spots her, he looks straight at her and grins.
Bonnie tries to push past him, but he catches her arm.
“Sweet dreams last night?” he asks.
She stares him down, trying to imagine the blood vessels in his brain constricting and
twisting, but all she can hear is his voice muttering Stefan’s name as he comes.
“Stay out of my head,” Bonnie hisses.
Damon shrugs innocently.
“I wish I could, witch. But I’m stuck with you now, just like you’re stuck with Stefan. We might as well make the best of it,” he says, leaning down to whisper the last bit against her ear.
Bonnie forces herself to concentrate and Damon lets out a yowl of pain.
“We’re not stuck together, Damon. If push comes to shove, I’ll just kill you,” she says sweetly.
He laughs too softly and Bonnie feels her stomach twist.
“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” Damon says. “Because I’d hate for you to lose sleep.”
Bonnie turns away from him and walks quickly to her first class. Stefan is there waiting with a smile. She slides into her seat, carefully keeping her eyes focused on the board, even as her heartbeat quickens.
She hates proving Damon right.
*
Formollivanders:
Sirius always goes home with James for the holidays. Always. But this year, their last year at Hogwarts, he’s staying with the Lupins’.
It’s strange at first. Remus isn’t accustomed to having friends round and neither are his parents. Everyone is stiff and awkward as if they’re all meeting for the first time. The first night Sirius leans across the table and whispers, You don’t have many houseguests around here, do you, Moony?
But by the time the last bite of Christmas pudding has been eaten, they’ve all relaxed to the point where Remus can watch Sirius reenact the better part of a particularly exhilarating quidditch game for his parents without cringing or worrying what they’ll think, or what Sirius will think of them. By nightfall, Remus finds that he’s dreading the holiday coming to an end. He doesn’t want to go back to Hogwarts, back to sharing Sirius with the others. It’s been too lovely having Sirius all to himself.
They climb into the tiny bed in Remus’s room, the one he’s never shared with another soul until now. Sirius scoots close, presses his ice cold feet to Remus’s leg.
“You’re awfully quiet,” he says.
“Just tired,” Remus lies.
Sirius falls silent and Remus knows a quiet Sirius is a dangerous thing. Remus turns over so he’s face to face with Sirius. They stare at each other in the darkness, Sirius’s eyes catching the glint of the half-moon shining outside, giving them a familiar, almost canine glow. Sirius cracks first, his lips twisting upwards into a grin.
“We should run away, Moony. Just me and you. We’ll go on the lam, sleep on park benches like poor muggles, it’ll be grand.”
Remus feels such a rush of gratitude he does the only thing that feels right. He kisses Sirius, tasting the faintest hint of Christmas pudding still lingering on his tongue.
“They’d send the Ministry out to find us,” Remus plays along. “There’d be a scandal. One of the Black boys running off with a werewolf. You’d shame your entire family.”
“Did that already, didn’t I? Besides, I like a good scandal,” Sirius murmurs, his voice growing thick with sleep.
“Thank you,” Remus says quietly.
Sirius blinks at Remus sleepily and slips his hand around Remus’s waist. Dimly, Remus thinks they should stay on their own sides in case his parents walk in, but it’s so warm and comfortable he can’t bring himself to pull away.
“I’d do it, Moony,” Sirius says.
“I know you would,” Remus whispers back.
joyyjpg:Bela tosses a wad of bills on the table carelessly and Pamela steels herself for the worst. The ones with bottomless pockets are always the ones carrying around the worst shit. Pamela can feel desperation coming off of Bela in waves, she’s reaching the end of the line. Pamela leans back in her chair, one arm dangling loosely over the back, and shakes her head before Bela has a chance to say a word.
“I’m sorry sweetheart, I know you’re looking for a Hail Mary here, but I’ve got nothing for you.”
Bela smirks.
“I haven’t even opened my mouth yet, and you haven’t counted your cash.”
Pamela pushes the money back across the table and Bela’s expression darkens. It reminds Pamela of the clouds that roll in right before a twister sets down.
“Psychic, remember?” Pamela asks, pointing to herself. “You made a bad deal. Now you’ve got to pay up.”
“I was a kid,” Bela snarls. “If you don’t want to help me, fine. I’ll find someone willing.”
“Oh, I’m willing. There’s just nothing to be done.”
Bela leans across the table her hands brushing Pamela’s, sending shockwaves of want and heat running down Pamela’s spine. This girl is brimming with life, there’s a fire in her that makes Pamela want to lean up and meet Bela’s mouth, to taste all that stubborn determination on her own tongue. It would be a mistake, but Bela wouldn’t be the first dead man (woman) walking Pamela’s taken out for one last spin. It comes up more often than it should in her line of work.
“There’s always a way,” Bela says, her voice even and controlled. “Those bastards aren’t going to get me.”
Pamela runs a hand softly across Bela’s soft cheek and smiles at the flicker of surprise that crosses Bela’s face. She sees it then---Bela’s death, violent and bloody and what comes after---Pamela pulls her hand away and gets up from the table.
“What did you see?” Bela asks. Pamela picks up the cash and presses it firmly back into Bela’s hand.
“Keep looking, sweetheart.”
“Did you see something?” Bela asks again, a note of hope creeping into her voice.
Pamela hesitates. The truth won’t do Bela a bit a good. If a man knows he’s going to get hit by a bus he’s going to be so preoccupied trying to prevent it from happening, he’ll end up walking right in front of the damn thing. A little hope never hurt anyone. Especially when they’re as fucked as Bela Talbot.
“Just keep looking.”
Bela shoves her money back in her purse, and flps her hair over her shoulder as she walks toward the door.
“You’re a bloody useless, psychic,” she spits right before the door slams behind her.
Pamela sighs and returns to her seat.
“I’ve heard that one before,” she mutters to herself.
*
For
tokenblkgirl:It starts with Stefan.
She’s had his blood coursing through her veins and with it came memories, feelings, thoughts---pieces of him floating to the surface of her mind like errant bits of vampiric driftwood. She knows him without ever wanting to and it’s harder to hate someone once you’ve felt their anguish, their love.
She doesn’t tell anyone, not Elena, not Stefan. It’s too weird. But sometimes Damon looks at her, his eyes dark, the corners of his lips curling upwards into a smirk, and she knows without a doubt that he knows her secret.
Rage bubbles up inside her at the thought because she knows why he knows---she’s been inside of him, just like Stefan’s been inside of her.
Magic should set her apart from them, but instead it binds them together. She dreams of Stefan, of his body moving inside of hers, his hands cupping her breasts. She dreams of his dreams, sees him with his brother in some other time, some other place---Damon grinning his devil may care grin right before he slides his tongue into his brother’s mouth. Bonnie can feel it all---Stefan’s shame, his desire. She wakes up with her cheeks burning red and a deep ache down low that demands to be satisfied.
She goes to school the next morning careful to avoid Stefan, but Damon’s loitering near the entrance almost as if he’s been waiting for to arrive. When he spots her, he looks straight at her and grins.
Bonnie tries to push past him, but he catches her arm.
“Sweet dreams last night?” he asks.
She stares him down, trying to imagine the blood vessels in his brain constricting and
twisting, but all she can hear is his voice muttering Stefan’s name as he comes.
“Stay out of my head,” Bonnie hisses.
Damon shrugs innocently.
“I wish I could, witch. But I’m stuck with you now, just like you’re stuck with Stefan. We might as well make the best of it,” he says, leaning down to whisper the last bit against her ear.
Bonnie forces herself to concentrate and Damon lets out a yowl of pain.
“We’re not stuck together, Damon. If push comes to shove, I’ll just kill you,” she says sweetly.
He laughs too softly and Bonnie feels her stomach twist.
“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” Damon says. “Because I’d hate for you to lose sleep.”
Bonnie turns away from him and walks quickly to her first class. Stefan is there waiting with a smile. She slides into her seat, carefully keeping her eyes focused on the board, even as her heartbeat quickens.
She hates proving Damon right.
*
For
mollivanders:Sirius always goes home with James for the holidays. Always. But this year, their last year at Hogwarts, he’s staying with the Lupins’.
It’s strange at first. Remus isn’t accustomed to having friends round and neither are his parents. Everyone is stiff and awkward as if they’re all meeting for the first time. The first night Sirius leans across the table and whispers, You don’t have many houseguests around here, do you, Moony?
But by the time the last bite of Christmas pudding has been eaten, they’ve all relaxed to the point where Remus can watch Sirius reenact the better part of a particularly exhilarating quidditch game for his parents without cringing or worrying what they’ll think, or what Sirius will think of them. By nightfall, Remus finds that he’s dreading the holiday coming to an end. He doesn’t want to go back to Hogwarts, back to sharing Sirius with the others. It’s been too lovely having Sirius all to himself.
They climb into the tiny bed in Remus’s room, the one he’s never shared with another soul until now. Sirius scoots close, presses his ice cold feet to Remus’s leg.
“You’re awfully quiet,” he says.
“Just tired,” Remus lies.
Sirius falls silent and Remus knows a quiet Sirius is a dangerous thing. Remus turns over so he’s face to face with Sirius. They stare at each other in the darkness, Sirius’s eyes catching the glint of the half-moon shining outside, giving them a familiar, almost canine glow. Sirius cracks first, his lips twisting upwards into a grin.
“We should run away, Moony. Just me and you. We’ll go on the lam, sleep on park benches like poor muggles, it’ll be grand.”
Remus feels such a rush of gratitude he does the only thing that feels right. He kisses Sirius, tasting the faintest hint of Christmas pudding still lingering on his tongue.
“They’d send the Ministry out to find us,” Remus plays along. “There’d be a scandal. One of the Black boys running off with a werewolf. You’d shame your entire family.”
“Did that already, didn’t I? Besides, I like a good scandal,” Sirius murmurs, his voice growing thick with sleep.
“Thank you,” Remus says quietly.
Sirius blinks at Remus sleepily and slips his hand around Remus’s waist. Dimly, Remus thinks they should stay on their own sides in case his parents walk in, but it’s so warm and comfortable he can’t bring himself to pull away.
“I’d do it, Moony,” Sirius says.
“I know you would,” Remus whispers back.
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Date: 12/26/10 05:49 pm (UTC)How did you know I could never get that blood sharing thing out of my head when it came to them? And Damon/Stefan!!!!! This is just brilliant, thank you so, so much for writing this fic for me. :)
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Date: 12/27/10 05:08 pm (UTC)The blood sharing thing fascinates me so much, especially given that Bonnie's a witch---something about all three of them being supernatural makes me think it would have to have some kind of effect. :D
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Date: 12/26/10 07:52 pm (UTC)OMG. THANK YOU THANK YOU I LOVE YOU. *FLAILY HANDS*
Oh god, those girls are so amazing and so spot-on and just -- *DIES* PERFECT. GUH. Thank you SO much! *draws hearts around fic* *and you*
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Date: 12/29/10 04:09 am (UTC)Sirius falls silent and Remus knows a quiet Sirius is a dangerous thing.
It's just perfect how well Remus knows Sirius and how Sirius wants to run away with Remus - to the point of making up a pretense of living like poor Muggles to hide how much he wants it - and this scene just fills me with happiness. They just fit together so well! Thank so much dear :) &hearts
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