Asher awoke peacefully as the sun glared brightly into her room, his hands wandered to his shirt as he dressed up within a few passing moments.
Asher turned his head back as his mouth curled up into a smile before he stepped out of the baby pink room, "God who paints their room pink, pretentious as hell." Asher mumbled to himself.
His eyes wandered through the two other rooms that were present as his ears perked up in the familiar snore coming from the room on the far right side.
Without hesitation he made his way toward the room with a white door and opened it stealthily, inside, laid an aged black man with traces of white stubble—Tiki's grandpa.
He appeared beside the man in an instant as he gave a deep sigh, "The things I do to lay low."
His hands pressed against the old man's forehead, "It'll be painless." He muttered to the man as his hands glowed a soft tinge of red.
Within a moment, the old man jerked up as his body slightly vibrated. Asher had induced a stroke in the man, completely natural.
Even experienced witches wouldn't be able to find any magical interference.
It wasn't that he liked killing for fun, but that the old coot had known Squirrel from the 60's, it wouldn't be wise to leave him to himself.
Asher didn't like variables, this man held important knowledge about Stefan's true nature, just one slip to the proper person and his plans would be distributed.
After confirming that the man passed peacefully, Asher returned back to Tiki's room.
His face morphed into that of a demon as he bit his wrist and fed Tiki some of his blood, with a slight snap of his fingers. Asher snapped Tiki's neck, thus ending her life.
'I just ended an entire bloodline, didn't I?' Asher thought with little remorse, he slung Tiki over his shoulders and placed her in his beloved baby.
He was careful to take the back roads, in an attempt to not get caught, after all it would be pretty suspicious if their entire family died a few hours of meeting Asher.
"..."
It only took a few minutes before the lovable vampire reached the Salvatore Boarding House.
Not to his surprise, he met the lovely Damon partying with the same girl who he had almost murdered the previous night.
Cementing Damon's status as the epitome of shamelessness.
"A new vampire?" Damon asked curiously as he apported to his side, leaving Vicki to her lonesome self.
"Someone needs to cover our tracks, and some random girl is better than Vicki Donovon. Do you really expect those pesky humans to believe that Vicki fucking Donovon is the big bad vampire?
"They've known that girl for their whole life, you plan is doomed to fail. So I picked up the slack."
Within an instant, Asher deduced his plan, after all it wasn't that well thought out to begin with and the schemes of mere children aren't that sophisticated.
It would take at least a couple centuries before Damon could even put up a fight before him.
Damon scoffed as he continued to slurping the scotch in his hands, "Whatever, I don't care."
Asher raised his eyebrows and glanced at Damon's slightly blurred figure, he threw Tiki down to the sofa as he scooped Snow into his hands.
"Ah, whose my good girl." Asher whispered with faux affection as he rubbed Snow against his body, "I think it's about time we join the party to, ain't that right?"
Asher's figure was soon erased under the dimly lit room as he appeared next to the dancing figure of Vicki, "You!"
She viciously cursed him out before Asher put a finger to his lips, "Do you want to stand here and curse me or do you want to have fun."
His words shut her up as she took a gulp of the bottle of alcohol in her hands, "So you're like him aren't you? Well I don't really care, I want to part."
Her words echoed in the room as she danced around the room, causing Asher to smile slightly as he joined her.
The music thumped while Asher and Vicki danced, each did their own thing but in the end it coagulated into a beautiful move.
Damon on the other hand, danced solemnly sipping his bottle slowly.
Asher danced closer and closer to the brown haired girl, their breaths could be felt on each of their shoulders as Asher slightly grinded against her.
"I am slightly parched, could I get a drink?" Asher asked under the music while gesturing to her neck as Vicki nodded.
"But I want to take a hit too." Vicki countered while running her fingers through Asher's arms, which he graciously accepted.
His sclera turned black while his iris emanated yellow, with a soft crunch Asher bit his wrist and offered it to her, her mouth watered faintly as she gulped his delicious blood down without a moment to waste.
Asher chuckled at her behaviour, she was becoming a sort of vampire blood junkie, not that he minded.
He hissed slightly while his teeth sunk into her soft neck, causing her to moan softly, a stream of blood straight from his vein soon flowed into his mouth.
Asher sucked her blood gently, but some splotches of blood littered his face, he didn't mind. Her blood was tasty but also a bit sour, 'If she laid off the drugs she would be the perfect blood bag.'
Asher thought to himself silently as he picked up on Damon whizzing next to him. Asher stopped biting Vicki for a moment and looked up at him with a grin, "Hey!"
Vicki yelled out, Asher munching on her did arouse her slightly but she wouldn't dare admit it. The only thing she could do was voice out her disatisfaction.
"Oh go back to drinking my blood." Asher said harshly before turning to Damon, "Want to join?" Asher asked while lifting up one of Vicki's wrists.
Damon stared at them for a minute, befoe his face soon morphed as veins emanated from below his eyes before he rushed toward her and sunk his fangs into her soft wrist causing Asher to smile faintly.
'Well then, I should focus on feasting now.' He muttered in his mind as he sunk his teeth into her neck once again.
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