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"You are the avalanche, one world away. My make believing, while I'm wide awake"

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BLAIR POV

There is a small part of me that wants to scream, that even wants to cry the moment I realize what James is going to do. For a second I think it's all a trick, just another attempt to turn my humanity back on until I watch James open his eyes again.

I can tell from the moment he opens them he has flipped the switch. The way he smirks so slyly, the way he stands so cockily and the way he licked his lips so smugly. Those are all characteristics James Branson didn't possess, until now. It just so happens that humanity-less me finds it extremely hot.

"Wow, a true gentleman," Caroline applauds. "Gosh, I wish Stefan did it so that he could finally pay for what he did. In case you all didn't know, he's the reason all this went down today," Caroline laughs mischievously. "Too late now!" she snickers, causing a look of pure guilt to flash across Stefan's face.

I can't help but let out a laugh at everything that's happened in the past five minutes. It's the most exciting thing that's happened in a while.

"Caroline, it's not too late to fix this," Stefan says desperately, his eyes glassy with tears.

"If only that were true," Caroline sighs dramatically, before turning to her phone. "You can release them now, Liam," she instructs, before shutting off her phone.

"If we go quick, we can take them," Damon whispers, as if he's forgotten he's in a room full of vampires.

"Yeah, I think not buddy," James retorts just as he swiftly punches Damon in the jaw in one quick motion before speeding over to me, picking me up and carrying me out of the bar with vampire speed until we're out of sight.

I laugh all the way, screaming even as James places me back down. "You really turned it off," I smirk, cupping my hand on his cheek.

"Thought I'd join in on the fun." He winks, leaning down to kiss me when suddenly Caroline appears at our side.

"What the hell Branson! You were just going to leave me in there! So not cool! Too bad you're hot or else I would've fed your ass to the wolves," she scoffs, crossing her arms across her chest stubbornly.

"Thank god for that," James remarks, rolling his eyes while his arms are still draped across my shoulders.

"Well what do we do now?" I ask, my eyes still gazing into James's. I don't know what I feel looking into his eyes. Before my humanity was turned off it would have been love, but with my switch flipped I no longer feel that. Now all I feel is freedom, power, and a high. I feel as if all of those are opposite to the feeling of love, but in a way mean the same thing. Even with our humanity off, we still crave one another.

James stands in front of us with a huge smirk, his hands held up in the air. "Now we do whatever the hell we want, without giving a damn."

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It turns out that when you don't give a damn about a single thing, a lot of crazy shit can go down. In just a matter of one afternoon, the three of us had managed to steal a lot and drink a lot- both blood and alcohol.

We were smart enough not to stick too close to Mystic Falls, out of fear that our fellow friends would attempt once again to bring us back to the light side. So, instead James, Caroline and I found a small, cute bar outside of Whittmore near the city that had just the right amount of people to be entertaining.

We had downed three vodka bottles shared amongst the three of us, as well as five waitress which we kept healing over and over. None of us were in the mood for cleaning up, so we compelled the whole bar to stay where they were, with no one leaving or coming in. We sat among a great group of blood-filled people who were right at our fingertips for perfect convenience. Plus, there was free alcohol.

"Okay James, you go next," I yell over the loud music, narrowing my eyes playfully at James during our intense game of what are the odds. It's a simple yet entertaining game really, as you have to name the odds in which you predict someone will do something, and if you both say the same number, that person actually has to commit the act. It's like an intense game of truth or dare, minus the truth. Plus, James and I cheat with our telepathic communication, so every time we predicted the odds we're right.

"Shoot," James says, taking a sip of his bourbon.

"What are the odds you arm wrestle the Hulk Hogan wannabe over there," I laugh, pointing to some extremely buff man standing at the pool table.

We narrow our eyes playfully at one another, as if we're thinking of a number when suddenly James speaks in my mind. "Eight"

"One, two, three!" Caroline shouts, counting us off.

"Eight!" James and I yell at one another, laughing hysterically.

"What the hell! How do you guys keep guessing the same number?" Caroline asks obliviously. If she wasn't so drunk, she would for sure know our little secrete. She already knows about our link, she's just too wasted to think of it.

"It's a lover's thing. You wouldn't understand," I tease, mocking her about her and Stefan's failed relationship.

"Ouch, I am so offended," Caroline says nonchalantly, drinking straight from the tequila bottle.

"Alright Branson, go give it your best shot," I encourage, nodding for him to go arm wrestle the gentleman across the bar.

"If I win Salvatore, I call dibs on the rest of Bloody Mary over there," James says, motioning to the unconscious woman sitting in the chair beside her, two puncture wounds clearly visible from her neck.

"Fine," I growl, waving James off.

Caroline sits there, twirling her hair in one hand while holding the bottle of tequila in the other. Her long blond hair is greasy and knotted but I know mine doesn't look any better. "You should cut your hair," Caroline suggests enthusiastically.

"What are the odds I do that?" I ask, raising a brow.

We both stare at one another intensely for a few seconds, realizing we've just initialized the game when suddenly we both blurt out numbers.

"Five!" I shout.

"Seven!" Caroline yells, both our faces pouting as we realize we've spoken different numbers.

"Maybe next time." I shrug, taking a shot just as loud cheering erupts by the pool table.

Both Caroline and I turn our heads just in time to see James battling off with Hulk Hogan at the pool table, both their toned muscles radiating through their skin. On the outside, you would think the Hulk Hogan wannabe would win as he appears to be a professional body builder. Unfortunately what everyone else doesn't know, is that on the inside of James Branson is a thousand year old vampire with god's strength compared to the human in front of him.

At first Hogan is winning, but I watch with a smirk as suddenly James uses his strength to easily sway the human's arm to the side, James suddenly taking the lead. All of a sudden, the smirk disappears from Hogan's lips and is instead transferred onto James who now smiles slyly.

The crowd stands in awe, all of them drunk beyond belief thanks to our doing. We've kinda rented out the bar, supplied the alcohol and fed on their intoxicated blood.

I'm dragged out of my thoughts as a sickening sound erupts from the pool table, my eyes going wide in shock as James holds up Hulk Hogan's arm in which he just snapped off his body. James holds the arm up in victory, having been proud of winning the arm wrestling match. Although, with his humanity off, he doesn't care less that he just detached a mans arm from his body, leaving the poor victim flailing and screaming on the floor.

Much to my surprise, the whole room starts cheering at James, all of them much too drunk to realize that James did indeed snap a guys arm off, and that it is not in fact some hallucination. I cheer along with them, taking a shot while pouring James one as he makes his way over to Caroline and I. Everyone's cheering is enough to drown out the victims's screams as he lays on the ground screaming in pain.

"Wow, that was impressive." I smirk deviously, handing James a shot.

"Thanks, I tried my best," he jokes, taking the glass and downing it's substance immediately. As he sets the shot glass down on the table, he turns and hulls back the unconscious man with the missing arm, plopping him down on the chair beside me.

"This one's for you, love." He smiles, his dimples showing.

I place a mocking hand across my heart, my mouth gaped open. "Aww, you're so sweet. You shouldn't have."

"You two disgust me," Caroline mumbles, downing another shot.

"You can take bloody Mary there, Care," James says, pointing to the woman on the floor beside us. "Blair and I can share this big fella."

Caroline shrugs, before baring her fangs and digging her pointy teeth inside her flesh, leaving James and I alone. We both sit on opposite sides of the unconscious man, smirking at one another. He bares his fangs first, as do I before we both dig into the delicious man, leaking of fresh, warm blood.

In a matter of a few seconds, James and I have managed to drain the man dry, both of us lifting our heads from his neck with our lips dripping in blood. In this moment everything seems so real, so perfect that I decide to take it a step further.

I learn forwards across the body, pressing my lips firmly and aggressively against James's, both of us melting into the kiss immediately. Unlike the other kisses we've shared, this one is different. It's not filled with love or any other sort of emotion, but rather satisfaction. We just want to feel each other's embrace, feel our lips move against each other. However, deep down there's a part of me that doesn't want to be kissing anyone but the man in front of me right now. Even with my humanity off, it seems perfect.

The taste of blood lingers in my mouth as it drips off of our lips. The kiss is much harsher, much more aggressive than any kiss I've had with James before. I don't even pull back as he bites my lip, something he's never done before. It's sexy and satisfying at the same time, sparking a wave of obsession rather than emotion inside of me.

We break apart to catch our breath, letting my eyes scan the parking lot outside where I lay eyes on a single red hot motorcycle.

"Hey," I say, turning James's head so he can see the motorcycle. "Wanna steal it?"

"Did you really just ask that?" James asks suddenly, raising his brow and taking me off guard.

"Yes..." I say awkwardly, narrowing my eyes at him.

"I'm rather offended you didn't think I'd think to do that sooner," James fake scoffs. "In fact, I already stole the keys the moment we walked into this bar." He smirks, dangling a chain with a single key hanging off it.

"James Branson you sly bastard." I smirk, biting my lip. "What did I do to deserve a man like you?" I tease, getting up and heading towards the door.

"Well that's just it, Salvatore, you don't," he sasses, causing me to laugh in amusement before I follow him out the door and towards the beautiful red beauty.

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[completed & edited: 10/19/2021]