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Thread: Another Bloody Romance - TVD (Izzy325 x Traveler)

Bailey silently cursed himself and Damon. What had he gotten himself into? The man and old woman were probably sadists who wanted to kill him. What had possessed the young bartender to actually accompany Damon on this trip. Clearly I don't know what you are talking about. I'm sure Beatrix will shed some light on how long you've been out of the insane asylum. The young witch grabbed the bourbon from Damon's hands and took a swig. Hopefully it would help to calm his nerves. The store door flung open without any warning which in turn made Bailey almost choke on the drink. The older witch looked at them before making a motion to come into the store. Hurry up it's fucking freezing. And don't track any dirt in here. Beatrix commanded before walking back into the store. The pair quickly hurried inside with care as to not disobey her orders. They followed her inside which lead to a small back room with a couple of chairs, a table, and various nicknacks littered the room. Well on with it Damon. I know whenever a Salvatore brother comes snooping around trouble is soon to follow. And you who are you? The witch narrowed her eyes as she looked at Bailey. He jumped not expecting to be in the line of fire. I'm Bailey...I bartend a couple of streets over. Beatrix stood up as she stared the boy up and down studying him. You're a witch. Saying that only made Beatrix more observant of him. She was clearly suspicious of the man. But judging from the look on your face you neither knew nor believe it. Is this why you came here tonight? To have me train a newbie witch? She asked clearly annoyed with Damon. I'm not a witch and clearly you both aren't thinking clearly. Damon is obviously drunk and I don't know what your damage is but you both need professional help. Bailey stated as he slowly backed away from the pair.
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You heard her, it's fucking freezing. Damon smiled as if the whole thing was a joke. A big, icy-cold, fucking joke. Waved Bailey in first, then tentatively stepped through the threshold. It was a shop but it was also the front of Beatrix's residence, and that made it a grey area in terms of whether or not he could freely enter. The old witch noticed his caution and chuckled at him before leading them both deeper into the back. Damon was enjoying Bailey's confusion. He never got tired of seeing an uneducated newbie discover his true self. Ah, Bea, you can train him if you want to, he eyed the bartender, though I'd think that a little SM might do him some good, if we're talking 'real' training. His smirk was sexy and buzzed, and he punctuated most of his sentences with a drink from the stolen bottle. Listen, he's going to run any minute, and you know what they say about predators... he turned to look at Bailey, we are programmed to chase things that run. Don't do it, boy . Do not threaten a witch in my home! Bea threw up her hands and Damon immediately grabbed his head. The bottle of bourbon fell to the ground, forgotten, as he was driven to his knees by the pain. Argh! Stop it you bitch! That's witch ! She closed her hands into a fist, which made him scream out in pain anew. You hurt him, Damon, and I swear I will find a way to make you wish you'd never been born. She released him and he fell to the ground, panting. Beatrix sneered down at him. Stay there, Salvatore. I need to speak to my new student. Her attention was turned to him, now. Despite her silvery-white hair, her blue eyes were piercing and her focus was intense. She looked like she was nearly eighty, but her eyes... they were from a twenty-year-old. Bailey, you and I need to talk. Don't worry about him, she motioned towards Damon, who was still fighting off the residual effects of her grasp on his soul. Come. Do you like tea? Let's do a reading while he gathers himself. He'll find us when he's ready.
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Bailey watched the two supernatural creatures interact. His eyes widened not only in shock but fear. While obviously Bailey knew nothing of his ancestry or of his powers it was clear that Beatrix was a witch not to be trifled with. Damon was brought to his knees within seconds of Beatrix sticking her arm out. Although the young witch was more than grateful for Beatrix's help he never wanted to be on the receiving end of her wrath. While Bailey was sure if Damon had really wanted to bring him harm he would have done so already. He had already shown he could control people. Bailey turned to the more experienced witch and followed her further back into an even smaller darkly lit room. Oil laps littered the room with a small wooden table covered by a heavy purple cloth. Beautiful tapestries of many different colors draped the walls. Candles cluttered the room. Incendia Beatrix muttered igniting all of the candles a fireplace slightly hidden erupted in flames following the candles. Bailey stood in awe as he watched and more importantly felt the magic around him. Never in his twenty odd some years on this earth had he imagined this would be possible. His mind was racing as his sat down robotically. What had he gotten himself into? Was this some sort of cult and they were going to kill him as soon as his guard was down? Beatrix laughed as she sat down across from Bailey. You should see the look on your face. Nothing excites me more than a newbie witch who finds out about their powers. Now I don't suppose you know who your parents are correct? Bailey shook his head before saying No ma'am. I was adopted as a baby. I've never meet my parent's. Beatrix grabbed the kettle on the fire place and everything else needed to serve the tea. Well how about we try and figure out where you come from. All witches come from a a coven. Although it is rather unusual for you to not have a family. Nature tends to deal with witches who abandon their offspring. Bailey thought about his family. The orphanage couldn't tell him anything about where he came from. No record of him existed anywhere it was as if he appeared out of thin air. He had long ago given up on trying to find his family. Here Bailey give me your hands. I will channel the spirits and see where you come from. Bailey couldn't help but become nervous. Was he ready to deal with knowing where he came from? He had long since forgotten about it. Slowly the young witch reached his hands out and clasped hands with the skilled older witch. Beatrix started to chant in what sounded to be latin. Spiritus ex alia parte . Auxilium eu hac figura ex quo nuper reperta est Bailey couldn't understand what she was saying but it roughly translated into the silver haired woman asking the spirits to help her. The wind around them picked up as she continued to chant. The flames around them exploded. Beatrix's eyes opened widely before they went completely black. A force ripped Bailey and Beatrix apart flinging them across the room.
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Damon fought to catch his breath, even as his brain felt like it was being liquefied by the last remnants of her power. Witches were a scourge he would get rid of them all, except that they were so damn useful. Well, and then there was Bon Bon. He'd grown attached to her in a 'bratty kid sister' kid of way, but there had been many times when he would have been just as happy to have snapped her neck and left her dead. This power that they had was the main reason - they could just wiggle their little wormy fingers and spew out some kind of nonsense, and suddenly you were puking out your guts and your brains were leaking out your nose. Fucking witches. He struggled to his hands and knees, and when he finally felt like the world had stopped spinning, he fought his way to his feet. He had taken it a little too fast and had to put a hand against the wall to steady himself. Nearby he saw the shattered remnants of his stolen booze and he shook his head. Why did she have to ruin his night by breaking the booze too? He staggered through the shop, each step bringing him closer to clarity and to Beatrix's voice as she chanted one of her witchy incantations. He shook his head and rubbed achy fingers against his eyes in a vain attempt to clear the blurriness from them. He knew that if he would just wait his body would heal on its own and he'd be clear-headed and clear-visioned once again, but his stubbornness made him want to speed up the process in any way possible. By the time he reached her glowing, candle-filled death trap, she was uttering the last few words. ...reperta est- and then the room seemed move with some kind of ungodly power. Damon felt the wind picking up and he felt like something didn't want him there, but he forced himself to the doorway and peered in. The myriad of tapestries and the flames flickered and cast the illusion of spirits in the room. Then the flames all exploded and he flinched. He jerked his hand away from the doorway just as Beatrix opened her eyes. Then he felt his ears pop, and Bailey and Beatrix were flung to opposite corners of the room. Damn it! He didn't know who to check on first, the witch he had sought out first, or the one who had been on his mind all night. He chose the former and rushed to the older witch's side. Don't die on me now, Crone. I went through a lot to track your ass down!
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Bailey groaned softly as he struggled to get up from his current position. He had never felt anything like that force in his life. Small trinkets littered the room as dust and paper settled down around him. The witch struggled to keep his eyes opened as he looked around the room trying to figure out what exactly had happened. One moment Bailey and Beatrix were sitting at the table the next moment they were flung across the room by some unseen force. Bailey climbed over the chairs and random debris that scattered the room. As he searched the room for Beatrix. The young man noticed her and Damon at the far end of the room as he made sure she was ok. Bailey shurgged off the last of his confusion before he hurried to the witch who laid unconscious on the floor. Has she made any nosies? Or moved at all? He asked as he kneeled next to the old witch and the probably even older vampire. At that moment Beatrix moaned before slowly opening her eyes to see the worried faces of Bailey and Damon peering over her. Her frail arm which was surprisingly strong pushed both of the men back onto the floor. Get the hell away from me. I'm fine and I don't need you two to help me. Bailey couldn't stop himself and let out a laugh as the old woman get up off the floor. She stood up brushing herself off as the other two waited for her. What the hell happened here? I've never felt anything like that. One second we were at the table and the next... He trailed off as he surveyed the room again. Beatrix watched him as she regained her composure. I could sense you were powerful but not this...this is something I haven't encountered in years. With a small wave of her hand a chair pulled up beside her so she could sit. Her eyes followed Bailey as he moved closer to her. So a random boy in boston who doesn't know his lineage...or the fact that he's a witch. Bailey blushed a deep red as her probing eyes stared at him with questioning eyes. You are from the Dark Rose Coven. It's a name I thought I would never hear or more like feel ever again. Who or exactly what is the Dark Rose Coven? Bailey asked confusion clear on his face. My dear they are your family...and they are coming to collect you.
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Damon stepped back, his irritation at the situation evident in the way he scowled at Beatrix as she struggled to her feet. Don't tell me that you thought I was going to help you. You're supposed to help me, not the other way around. He brushed off his shirt where she had pushed him away. Bailey's confusion was evident in the desperation in his voice. The young bartender looked both confused and excited. It was an intriguing mix of emotions that flickered across his face, and the vampire found himself studying him in a new light. Beatrix's assessment caused Damon to raise a dark brow. He smirked as the looked from the bartender to the old witch. So. I found a good one. He turned to the woman and waved a hand negligently. Consider your service to me in return for my finder's fee. I found you a... he glanced at Bailey, Dark Rose Coven warlock, whatever that is, and you make me immune to werewolf bites. Good trade. He smiled widely. So let's do it. The witch sneered back at him. You fool! Don't you understand anything, Salvatore? This isn't some frolic in the fields. Her eyes narrowed. What makes you think that I know how to make you immune, anyway? The bite's poison is nature's way of balancing the powers. Why would I seek to help one such as you? You mean aside from my dashingly handsome face? He gestured towards himself. What about the fact that I brought Bailey to you? He had no clue who he was. Damon looked over at the young man. He still doesn't. Look - I really need you to help me. I'm willing to do almost anything to get that cure. He swayed his shoulders slightly as he considered his options. I could always threaten to kill you and the little baby warlock over there, but I'm feeling generous. What would it take to convince you to help me?
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Bailey watched as the supernatural creatures argued as if he wasn't standing their. They spoke of him as if he was trophy that had been won and now the two were debating about what their prize would be. Hey you guys I'm standing right here... The two continued to talk seeming as if they were the only two in the room. HEY GUYS.... Bailey felt a surge of power as several things erupted in fire. Beatrix only raised an eyebrow before muttering Ector. You're more powerfully then I previously thought. Beatrix's knowing eyes turned to Damon. How about this...I'll granter wish and make you immune to the wolf's bite but in return you need to protect this witch. If any harm comes to him I'll have your penis hanging in my shop window. Understood? Bailey looked back at Beatrix ashamed of how his anger got the best of him. Clearly the shame was on his face as Beatrix turned to him. Child....someone put a spell on you. It's why your magic is is only appearing now. And someone has lifted the spell. This is not good. Once again she turned to Damon. Protect him until I can teach the craft. If even one hair on this boys head is missing it'll be your ass. Now leave. I'll get in contact when his training should start. The pair left as Beatrix's face grew grim. She knew a terrible war was coming. The Dark Rose Coven always came to collect what was theirs. And Bailey in their eyes belonged to them. She closed the door behind them and prayed she would be able to teach the new witch how to control his powers if he is to beat them.
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Shit, fire? Damon glanced over his shoulder at the flames and then raised an eyebrow at Bailey. You did that? I know a witchy witch you gotta meet. She's all about fires too. He turned his attention back to Beatrix, and as she gave her demands he could only press his lips together and nod in agreement. After today's display he had no reason to let this young witch out of his grasp being 'ordered' to do so only sweetened the deal. He smiled and did his signature shrug. Hear that Bail? We gotta get out of here and you have to stay with me. He grinned. Like glue. He sauntered out of the witch's house as if nothing of import had happened, but inside he was wondering who had put the curse on Bailey and who had taken it off. He glimpsed to the side at the lad as they walked. Don't worry. You're in good hands, he held out his own hands, palms up, to demonstrate. There are quite a few people who would die to be in your shoes. Literally. He bumped Bailey as they walk. Why don't you invite me home? I promise I'll be a good guest. I'll even lift the lid. Damon smirked. Don't look so worried, kid - If I'm protecting you then I'm not eating you, so you're safe from me. Could be worse.
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All Bailey wanted to do was go home to his apartment and forget that this night had ever happened. He went from college student to newbie witch in the matter of two hours. The thoughts that flew around the young witches head lead him to believe he had gone slightly crazy. Surely when he woke up he would realize this was all a dream. But the sweet and teasing voice of Damon brought him back to reality. Great then maybe one of them would trade places with me so that I can get my life back. The unlikely pair walked down the deserted street as Bailey and Damon made their way back to his apartment. The young man processed what Damon said before chuckling a bit. Wait that myth is actually true? So if I don't invite you into my apartment you'd have to wait for me outside. They turned corners and finally made their way up to Bailey's walk up. What if I don't invite you in? Beatrix won't hold her part of the bargain. Bailey just wanted to give Damon a taste of his own medicine. He seemed like the kind of man who enjoyed teasing people. Bailey opened the front door and walk up the three flights of stairs to his home. I guess I'll see you in the morning. Every part of Bailey's body wanted Damon inside...of his apartment that is.
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Damon raised an eyebrow at his question. The 'myth', as you so eloquently put it, is true. He pressed his lips together and turned to Bailey, one hand pointing a lazy finger in the young witch's direction. But if you decide to be a prick and keep me out of your apartment just remember you have to come out some time, and I'm immortal. He smiled smugly. Yep. That myth is true too. Know what else is true? He flashed a toothy smile. Grumpy vampires tend to be mean vampires... and you don't want that. I can be a bitch . As they approached the apartment the bartender called 'home'. Damon paused outside the apartment and put a hand on the wall above his head, stretching a little as he listened to Bailey teasing him. You're not going to... hey! Beatrix won't hold up her part of the bargain, he said, watching Bailey's back, and backside, as he sauntered up the stairs. You're going to want me inside if the other coven comes for you. He leaned against the door jamb and glanced in. Slowly he tested the boundary with a foot. It was sealed. Bailey! His eyes narrowed. You don't want to make an enemy of me. Let me in! He growled in frustration. What is it with you witches?
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Bailey couldn't help but laugh softly as he heard Damon out in the hallway. He wondered if he should keep him out there longer or just save them both the headache. He pondered for a moment if he actually wanted to deal with the annoyed vampire after pissing him off. Luckily Bailey decided against it. Chill out Damon...I invite you into my home. Bailey walked into the kitchen to get a drink of water. Although he felt more at ease with the passing hours he still felt queasy. First he finds out that there is a whole supernatural world out there and he was apart of it. He had supernatural abilities and now a powerful coven was after him for some unknown reason. Part of him wished this was all a dream and the other part just wishes he never left the bar earlier that night. Would you like something to eat or drink? Bailey froze for a moment before turning around to look at Damon. Not that I was offering myself as dinner because I'm assuming you drink blood for food. He tried to laugh it off but he couldn't. Beatrix told Damon to keep him safe. If Damon wanted too he could probably overpower Bailey and feed from him. He could tell the vampire was assumed by his slip in words. It was only fair after all of the teasing. That didn't make it any easier to deal with. Wipe that smirk off of your face. OR I'll have Beatrix teach me how to magically remove your crowned jewels. He stated looking down at the vampires groin. I'll bring you a blanket and pillow. I'm sure you don't mind sleeping on the couch right?
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Finally! Damon tested the boundary and found it gone, and so he stepped through. Once inside he felt much better there was something about being allowed inside a human's space that made him feel more powerful. Maybe it made him feel... human . He watched Bailey walk into his kitchen and pour himself a glass of water. At the witch's little faux pas the vampire smiled smugly. Are you offering? He strode into the kitchen, his confidence inflated, and began to look through the cabinets. Don't you have any good bourbon in here? What is it with you bartenders? You should have the good stuff. He turned and slid a sly glance Bailey's direction. I 'eat', if that's what you are asking. I just need blood to survive. He shrugged, then turned around to look through the rest of the cabinets. Bourbon helps to stave off the cravings... his eyes found the witch once again as he noticed the pulsing in the man's neck. It looked very inviting. You don't want to mess with my 'jewels', as you call them, Damon retorted. Witches can be bitches, but vampires can ruin much more than your night. The offer of a blanket and pillow made the man scowl. Are you really putting me on the couch? Seriously? You don't have a guest room or something civilized like that? Damon sighed dramatically. I'm reduced to babysitting a witchy baby and sleeping on the couch. What other insult has Beatrix got planned for me, hm? There was nothing worth drinking in a bottle in Baileys home. You'd think he'd at least have his namesake, but noooo. Damon was feeling restless. He needed something to quell the thirst an the anxiety that was threatening to make him throw caution to the wind.
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Bailey watched as Damon look through his cabinets in search of bourbon which clearly could not be found in the apartment. Part of Bailey wanted to send the man off in search of a victim but he couldn't bring himself to help him kill a human being. A thought crossed his mind as he noticed the way Damon eyed him. Like a piece of meat just waiting to be devoured. What if he offered himself as food? Surely he wouldn't kill him....at least he knew Beatrix would avenge him in death. He just prayed she would never need or have the chance to avenge him. He was perfectly happy among the living. He pushed those thoughts aside once Damon began complaining about his new living arrangements. Oh right how about you take my bed and I'll take the living room. I'm a college bartender. I clearly don't make enough money to get a bigger place. You would always chip in a bit considering we don't know how long you'll actually be here. If you'd like you can share my bed with me. But if I see even one fang... He warned although they both knew Bailey wasn't strong enough yet to use his magic. Without another word Bailey made his way to the back of the apartment to his bedroom. After this day he wanted nothing more than to just lay in his bed and let the world fade away. He could hear the vampire follow behind him. Bailey undressed quickly leaving his briefs on and putting on a t-shirt. You can come in whenever. I'm just going to head to bed... He trailed off before thinking about Damon and his hunger. Although if you'd like perhaps...um maybe you would like to feed a bit. That is if you can promise you won't kill me. He laughed nervously. He was about to let a vampire basically dine on him. He wondered if he'd even taste good or not.