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VII • GHOST WORLD

seven. ghost world

Salvatore Boarding House

The oldest Salvatore brother is restrained with tight chains to a single vintage armchair in the excessively spacious, though unoccupied, living room by the large glass window with the thick vintage curtains closed, an iron hot fireplace stoker is stuck deeply in his chest and his daylight ring is on the carpet floor. Mason Lockwood, an invisible ghost who's now returned from the supernatural purgatory to the mortal land, is watching his enemy.

"Oh, you got to be kidding me." The vulnerable vampire groans in pure agony; whoever did this to him, he is going to rip them apart for certain.

Although this display of torture only seems as an entertainment for the invisible ghost; perhaps being deceased and unseen has it's perks after all. For simultaneous revenge, he would torture him the exact way how he was tortured several months ago by the same young man, in which he was tied to an armchair whilst getting stuck with the iron hot fireplace stoker and being force-fed the poisonous aconite plant, or better known as wolfsbane.

"Hurts, doesn't it?" The vengeful-now-satisfactory deceased young werewolf is aware that no one can see him, enjoying the torturous display.

"Oh, Stefan. Low blow, Stefan. Low blow." Damon assumed that the Ripper is the culprit for this torture, oblivious of someone else's presence in the room along with him, considering he's obviously distracted by the agony.

A humorous laugh escapes the invisible Mason at the say of this accusation, considering it's a potential that Stefan and Damon are going to fight again. Rosie steps into the large room instead, concern and confusion appearing on her adorable features when she sees them both, "Oh my God. Mason."

A frown quickly substitutes the delightful expression on Mason's handsome face as he looks back at her, truly puzzled, "W-Wait. Y-You-- you can see me?" How is that even possible when everyone else, even humans, can't?

"Of course I can see you. It's a part of what I am." Rosie walks toward them, referring to her being part banshee, who's able enough to see ghosts.

Damon groans once again in pure agony, louder this time, and resentment, "Mason Lockwolf. I should've known, and here I thought whatever twisted ripper game this is to leave me out of it. I'm going to tear you apart, idiot."

Rosie looks on at him in pure sympathy, "You can't. He's untouchable." Even though she would love to do the same for what he's doing to her best friend.

"Oh, I can, actually. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to tie him up like this. You're just lucky that you're not in my list of victims to terrorize." He spoke.

"Good, because now I can do this." Rosie grabs him in a tight choke-hold with only her left hand, walking forward assertively until his back hits the wall near the large glass window, restricting his breath, quickly pulls the iron hot fireplace stoker from Damon's chest and stabs Mason in the stomach with it until the other end of the stoker hits the wall behind him.