18.
Human.
Former Golden boy; Nothing stays gold.
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Vampire. Katherine walked to him in vampire speed. Her chest grazing along his when it rose to fill her lungs. “You don’t have a heart beat.” She spoke the obvious as if they were both discovering it for the first time. She stared at him, her gaze never leaving his eyes. Her own bore into his, refusing to let up or place her gaze else where. “How did it happen?”
His head tilted, leaning in towards her just slightly. “Why do you care?” Matt stepped away, eyes narrowing in onto the brunette with a wary gaze. “Rebekah Mikaelson, you know her—right?”
Sometimes I think the only person who likes Matt as a vampire is his maker. |:
“Yeah, but it’s not as though my place would be too crowded. There isn’t exactly anyone else living there, and it’s huge. I mean, it’s your decision, but you don’t have to leave just because I’m back.”
“Consider me a house-sitter and if I get bored, I’ll come around for a few days.” In reality, Matt was scared that the more time he spent with Tyler that the Hybrid would be able to tell that his friend was no longer a human.
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“Still sexy I see.” Katherine cheeks lifted as the corner of her lips turned into her classic smirk. Danger mixed into the auburn flakes of her brown eyes. A fake innocence played in her features when she batted her long eye lashes at Matt . “Care to have a drink with me?”
“You’re not an Original. Compulsion doesn’t work on—…” For a moment, he forgot that his newly formed vampirism wasn’t well known. “—Vampires, Katherine.”
A laugh.
A distasteful one and one so darkened that it was almost impossible to recognize as Caroline’s. The blonde was losing herself much faster than the Gilbert had when she turned it off, giving into the killing and maiming of innocents just for the hell of it when boredom struck. To say there was anything really left of Caroline was almost a lie. She needed to be pulled out quick before there was no switch left to flip.
”Oh how cute, the newborn thinks he’s good enough to handle me.” Caroline snapped, moving quickly as her eyes darkened and her hand wrapped around his throat as she pushed and shoved him back a few feet. “Don’t test me, Donovan. I’ve burned plenty of towns on my way back here and I’ll do it again in a heart beat starting with all the people that pay for your poor excuse for a car and the gas in your pity truck Rebekah bought.”
He expected this to happen. He wanted this to happen. He wanted Caroline to see what she was doing—to do it to the one person who had caused the ball to start rolling.
She was hurting him. She was hurting him because he hurt her. He died—he became the very thing that separated him from everyone else.
Matt was cherished for being a human—loved for it and now his humanity was gone. Out with warm blood pumping through his veins and in with cold—Ice to the touch; a still heart and a blood thirst unlike any other. But while he was no longer physically a human, all else remained the same. If anything, he felt more human, more vulnerable now.
“This newborn’s name is Matt Donovan; don’t underestimate me.” His hand went to her wrist, nails digging into her skin as his grip slowly tightened. He had made a decision to become what he hated most for a girl that ended up breaking his heart. Emotions were already on high—annoyance only added to the power that was building up within him. Slowly, he pried her hand away from his neck, making her release her grip on him.
His face by then, became some sick distortion out of a nightmare. The demonic base structure that all vampires had molded to him, eyes losing it’s blue hue, replaced with bubbling veins and red, coupled with a gentle snarl of his lips, flashing fangs in his brief expression.
”All talk; you’re all talk. You haven’t done a thing since you’ve gotten back and you know why? I’m here. You’re holding on to something. Accept it; I’m dead and I’m not coming back. But as long as you see me. As long as you see that I’m here, that I’m walking, talking, working, being the same old Matt that I’ve always been? That I still am? That little switch you’ve got shakes. I know it.”
“Well, I don’t want to be sleeping out on the street, so…”
“You can still stay, though. I won’t kick you out, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“Your place, man. I’ve still got my old house. Still surprised as to why the bank hasn’t come after it but… It’ll do.”
A smirk filled her face as Caroline took a dangerous step forward to the main reason her humanity switch clicked off in the first place.
”I could do a lot more than cut into your shift, Matt. I could also cut into a few throats while you’re at work too. How does that sound? Willing to clean up a few dead bodies and a lot of blood because you didn’t feel the need to humor me?”
The newborn matched her advance and stepped forward himself. No smirk graced his face, nor a smile. His brows lowered, casting a soft shadow against his eyes that had already began to darken.
“Touch one person and I’ll drive a piece of wood into your heart so fast I won’t have the time to regret it. I’m not in the mood for this, Caroline. You know what sounds good? You snapping out of this. I get why you did it but get over it. This is me telling you to get over it. And if you won’t? Then get the hell away from me.”
