rowan reilly ☀ klaus mikaelson (ex_truerippe899) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2012-07-27 22:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | rowan reilly, travis undelman |
Who: Rowan Reilly and Travis Undelman
What: Rowan makes Travis an offer he might not be able to refuse.
Where: Travis's apartment, NYC
When: Friday evening, July 27th, 2012
Warnings: Vampires? Plot twists? TVD crazy?!
Rowan wasn't in a particularly evil mood. For him, actually, there was no such thing – no distinction between good moods and bad ones, or between good and bad in general. Such black-and-white labels tended to look ridiculous on vampires over the age of a thousand. At his age, it was just a matter of degrees. Tonight, did he require a quick kill or a tortuous one? Did he want to ignore his enemies, or make them realize that if they were foolish enough to take him on, they would suffer for it? If he felt like the latter, that wasn't evil. That was just Rowan.
Tonight, he was definitely more inclined for the latter. Killing Ashlyn Bledsoe and getting away with it had had its perks, certainly, but keeping it a secret was a little less rewarding than he'd hoped. For the most part, he liked people to know it was him ruining their small little lives, but exceptions had to be made, of course, and it had been worth it to see his sister kill again. But that had been last month's indulgence, and in every sense of the word, too. Ashlyn and her witchy sister had nothing to with the natives of Mystic Falls, the ones Rowan was currently very keen on making incredibly miserable.
He'd started with Cory, tricked her into becoming a vampire. He made his presence known soon after that and had ever since, surely making himself quite the nuisance to the redhead in denial and her human boyfriend who was too naive to see it. Vicki Donovan and Jeremy Gilbert. What a happy pair they were. Or so they pretended, anyway. Rowan had his doubts, and tonight he was going to confirm them. After a show in New York, he leisurely made his way to the rundown apartment of one Travis Undelman, the still very human reincarnate of the younger and ostensibly more annoying Gilbert. It was easy enough to find, then easy enough to linger outside the door for a moment or two, listening intently to the sounds behind the walls. There were some, but they were very soft. The littlest Gilbert was sleeping.
Rowan kicked the door open. He waited patiently just beyond the door frame, unable to enter until he was invited. "Knock knock, Travis," he called inside, his tone amused but commanding. "I'd like to have a chat with you, if you don't mind."