Asher's eyes were warm and joyful as he danced vigorously, his arms clasped with the arm of another woman. She had pale skin and was cold to the touch, her light blonde hair cascaded down to her shoulders.
She looked normal except for the fact that her face was a complete blur, but one could make out that she had a joyous expression on her face. They danced together, as their eyes met each other.
Asher dipped the blonde haired woman down, they faced each other as they stared at each other with a warm expression. Asher slowly came near her mouth and gave a long, deep kiss filled with intense emotion.
Her white gown seemed to glow softly under the candlelight, her dress fit snugly around her hourglass figure. The fabric faintly shimmered from her movement.
The gown revealed her pasty collarbone and the curve of her shoulders. Her delicate arms were framed by the short fringed sleeves of her dress.
Their lips parted away as they looked at each other intently, Asher's long black hair fell to his face, as it slowly unravelled from the bun he had tied it into. His wavy hair collided with his body as the woman parted them behind his shoulder.
Asher's hands tightened around the woman's waist as he whispered softly, "I'll never let you go." The woman's facial features seemed to shift as her lips parted away.
But her words were drowned out by a sudden fire, burning everything in its path. The scene suddenly shattered like glass. As Asher woke up in a fright.
His eyes fluttered open, as his breath quivered. 'That nightmare again… the woman in white, who is she?'
That memory held a special place in Asher's heart, centuries ago, during the early years of the 17th century. Asher had suddenly lost most of his memories of that period.
He was a wee young vampire during that time, barely 60 years old. He had retained a lot of his memories, his transition, his past and more. But his memories from the years 1523 to 1610 had somehow vanished.
It wasn't that it was completely lost, but that most of it was blurry, really blurry. It was as if someone had purposefully made it obscure.
He retained his memories of just himself in that period but his memories of his companions had been forgotten. But Asher was a tough little bugger.
He had somehow anticipated this and managed to retain his memories and emotions of that time by sacrificing a lot of his magic, partially losing access to it for a long time. But in the end, he managed to remember a few bits and pieces of it, which came to haunt him as his nightmares.
[A/N - This is forced plot btw, anyways I've seen people say Heretics can drain away compulsion. But I haven't seen that, if it happened in Legacies than alright my bad cause I haven't watched that dumpster fire.
I dropped it after season one because it was so shit. Anyways to explain this "plot" let's just say that because this is complusion from an Original, he can't siphon it off. Moreover, since he was a really young vampire he didn't know he could do that and just stuck with that stigma.
And because he was such a young vampire his siphoning abilities had limited effect on the complusion which came from an Original, resulting in his fragmented memories. Anyways to explain how he overdrew his magic will result in a lengthy explanation but if you wanna hear it, then read it or else skip.
So basically what is siphoning, it's drawing someone's magic to yourself so that you can use it. But then, how are you siphoning the magic, like actually how are you doing it.
My headcannon is that siphoners have their own magic but it's very dark and they have a pitiful amount of it. That's why they can't use magic, but since their own magic is dark in nature, it lets them absorb the magic of others and use it for themselves.
They basically draw in the magic and convert it into their own magic---dark magic and use it. Think of it like a convertor like 100cm is 1m but in this case the exchange ratio is 1:1.
Now what if one overdraws their actual reserve of dark magic, which is in a low amount. Obviously they won't be able to siphon of any magic and wouldn't be able to convert anything.
Which would render them magicless, which is what has happened here. I hope that all makes sense.]
Sometimes Asher wondered if the decisions his past him had made were right, because right now he hated it. Asher ran his sickly fingers through his head and gave a deep sigh.
He removed his silk sheet, as his toned and well defined body was displayed to all. His long black hair covered his eyes, Asher got up from the bed and slowly walked to the bathroom.
He quickly styled his hair, pushing it to the side. As he washed his face with some facewash and walked towards the closet.
The sun glistened on his face, casting a long shadow on the wooden floor. He took out a black shirt and paired it with a long dark trench coat, adding to that were a pair of grey jeans.
On his pale fingers rested a black stainless steel ring, his throat was covered with his trench coat and his hair was parted in a way that covered his eyes while also allowing him to see.
He pulled open the golden door knob and exited his room, after a short descent down the steps he arrived to see the sight of Damon and Stefan calmly reading the newspaper while drinking coffee.
'Weren't they about to kill each other the day before? What buffoonery is this?' Asher thought with appalment, his eyes drifted between the two of them before he shrugged.
"Thanks for the place, Squirrel." Asher walked near a stand where a bottle of liquor and two glasses were placed, and poured himself a drink.
Yesterday, he had managed to work out a deal with Stefan. In exchange for being granted residence here, Stefan exacted a promise from him—which was him being in his best behaviour.
Stefan mildly nodded and focused on drinking his coffee, Asher sighed and leaned against the stand as he slowly enjoyed the scotch.
After taking a few sips he slightly paused, he raised his glass towards Stefan and spoke softly, "That girl that Moose mauled, she knows about us. While I did erase her memories of my feeding, I'm pretty sure hotshot here didn't, right Damon?"
Damon nodded his head with pleasure, his mouth curved into a delightful smile as he looked towards his dear brother, "You got your work cut out for you, Steffie."
He tapped his shoulder and quietly left, Stefan glanced at his departing figure with a bit of irritation. Asher finished his drink and patted Stefan on the back just like his brother, "I am not going to fix up your mess, this is all on you champ."
"..."
Asher watched as the doppelgänger and Stefan acted all lovey dovey as he mentally groaned, 'This is like watching a worse version of She's all That. Jesus Christ get a room.
'This could be a romance drama on its own, 145 year old vampire and a teenage girl fall in love, watch ahead to see what happens.'
The sharp ring of the bell distracted him from his thoughts. Asher packed his books inside a dark yellow sling bag as he walked towards the door.
Asher wandered the halls aimlessly, pondering on what to do. He gave a sigh and leaned back against a locker and closed his eyes.
"My ancestors were these really cool Salem chicks or something. Grams tried to explain it all but she was looped on the liquor, and so I tuned out.
"Alcoholic family, yes. Witches, I don't think so."
Asher picked up on their conversation, with a smirk he turned the corner and collided with a brown haired girl.
"Oh sorry, let me get that for you." Asher helped Bonnie up and started picking her books up. Bonnie glanced at his bent figure and narrowed her eyes.
"Asher?" He turned his face and looked at her, with a cheery smile he said, "Bon Bon?"
Her eyes lit up as she walked close to him, "What are you doing here?" Asher finished picking up her book and stood up.
His figure towered over her as he lightly smiled, "I was in history class. How are you?"
"I'm doing okay, you know how I told you that my grandma told me that we were witches. Yeah, yesterday she started explaining our history. My ancestors were these Salam witches who escaped persecution in Salem and fled here."
Caroline glanced at them and sighed, her eyes rolled as she walked away. Asher watched her departing figure before turning his head to listen to Bonnie.
"..."
Asher closed the door behind him and walked into the sunny field, it was a bit tedious listening to Bonnie talk. After a while, his initial curiosity turned into boredom as he kept nodding his head to her words.
He bent down and rested upon the grassy field, his face was gentle and warm, a stark contrast to his dark and bloody nature. No one would ever expect such a genial child to be one of the most blood curdling monsters to ever exist.
His mouth soon parted into a smile as he chuckled loudly, he had just heard from Elena's conversation with Matt that Vicki had realised who had attacked her.
'It's going to be a long day for Steffy, I wonder if his compulsion can hold, if she's questioned a bit too much she'll remember everything.'
His eyes opened as he traced Stefan's departing figure. He raised his eyebrows before he sped after him.
Elena turned towards her right, but surprisingly no one was there. She thought she had seen Asher's figure—a boy that Bonnie couldn't stop talking about. "Huh?" She let out a confused sound.
His disappearing act was eerily similar to her boyfriends.
"You came here faster than I expected, have you been eating bunnies?" Asher mocked Stefan, his lips parted into a mocking smile as he raised his eyebrows.
"This isn't funny Asher." Stefan said in a low voice, his body turned to face his figure which was cloaked by the shadows.
"It sure is, I wonder if she would squeal and scream when her memories come back, because it will, you know why I know that? It's because you're eating bunnies and squirrels.
"You need to have vampire food Stefan, not whatever that is. Just imagine the taste, the smell, it would be such a sweet release. Your body's craving for it, and you know it too." Asher urged him with a smile as he gestured towards a blood bag he held in his arm.
Stefan's veins stuck out from his face as his eyes turned bloodshot, his chest tightened upon seeing the warm blood present on Asher's arm. As he let out a soft moan, before he quickly looked away.
"Stop it!" Stefan shouted loudly, causing Asher to let out a disgruntled sigh. "Whatever, I don't care but you have your work cut out for you. Good luck." Asher patted his shoulders and gave a few words of encouragement.
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A/N - Wanted to release this chapter yesterday but it took too long to write, and I also had to write my homework.