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 The Devil becomes her, Tag: Michael
Cassidy Morgan
Posted: Jul 24 2012, 10:26 PM


150+ year old witch
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The brunette beauty was back in Mystic Falls, well the outskirts, and she had plans she was ready to lay in motion.
For over 90 years she had kept a low profile, letting Niklaus live how he wanted to, to rain free. But now she knew he was back on his own home soil, and certain siblings of his were awake and back in play…well not for much longer, if….make that when Cassidy got her own way.

No one got away with treating her the way he did, leaving her the way he did, picking his hybrids and his search for the moonstone and the other things he needed over her….she left in a graceful mannor, but had vowed her revenge and now that time was here.

She was on the outskirts of town, it was a cold dark, pretty miserable February night, the darkness of the night had set in all too quickly, a mist covered the roads and the low cloud fall meant the sky was dark, not much light came through, but Cassidy was alright with this the dark never bothered her.

The witch parked her car, and got out, the spell completed now all she had to to was waited for him to arrive, he who would be the solution to a lot of what she needed sorted. The wind whipped up a little, it didn’t bother her as she stood there in her skinny jeans knee high boots and a top, her long dark hair moved around her shoulders her blue eyes looking out into the vastness of the almost empty parking lock, of an outside of town truck stop.

She knew he would come, he’d be a fool not too, and she would comply with her wishes, she would make it work her while. She was impatient though, and she lent against her car, front door open, soft music playing from the radio which she left on, she looked to her nails, inspecting them, as she waited.
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Michael Morbius
Posted: Jul 24 2012, 11:32 PM


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It had been two days. Two long days since this sudden urging had struck him to head eastward. He couldn't explain it, but decided to induldge the feeling for the moment and see what would come of it. He figured what was the worst that could happen? He adds more weight to his already overbeared conscience. So Michael Morbius set out east on his Harley Davidson full dressed bucktail. Only stops he would make were for gas the whole way.

The situation began to plague his mind the closer he got to what was drawing him in. This feeling was becoming far too specific. "Witch" he thought to himself. Not many witches actually believed in his existence, let alone knew of him. The stories of the "Beast of the Wood" had trailed off over the centuries. This he was glad for. He was relieved when the days were gone when he was used as a scare tactic for parents to keep their small children, or even teenagers in line.

He saw a sign for "Mystic Falls" being so many miles away. He recognized the name as a place he tended to try and stay away from. Any half intelligent moron could tell that that place was infested with supernatural nasties of various sorts. It was situations like these that Michael avoided, and for good reason. He just wished to be left alone to roam the land in peace. Alot of times though this was too much to ask, especially by witches. Michael hated witches.

He pulled his motorcycle off into a somewhat empty truck stop to gas up. He killed the engine and got off the bike and stretched. He stood up straight wearing a pair of black leather boots, blue jeans, and a black tank top. His long brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail underneath a bandanna. He grabbed for the nozzle at the gas pump when he stopped suddenly. He sniffed and looked down the parking lot a ways. Standing there against her car was a lone woman.

He caught the scent of a witch, but hoped he was wrong and it was just some woman needing help or something. He sighed and headeed off a few yards in her direction hoping his nose was off for once. But it never has been before. He got near her and smiled warmly at her.
"Hey d'ere. Ya aw'right, petite? T'ought maybe ya had some car problems...." Michael's words would trail off emptily as the wind shifted and he caught her scent once more. It was indeed her he had caught a whiff of earlier. She was a witch. "Ah, damn it..."
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Cassidy Morgan
Posted: Jul 25 2012, 06:57 PM


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She heard the bike pull up, and she remained in place as the guy got off it. Her blue eyes looked across the lot and she watched him, as he moved as agile as a cat and moved around the machine.

Cassidy remained at her Car, this guy could come to her….she would know as he approached if he was the one she had summond. He moved over, she watched him, as he reached her he smiled warmly to him, she smiled back to him, keeping her own smile warm and friendly.

He spoke, she noted the accent, she nodded and one hand moved to tuck dark strands of hair behind her ears. “No Car Problems” she said sweetly.

She had problems yes, but her car want one of them…Niklaus…he really was the bain of her life. But that would soon change, when he got a cold sharp dose of his own medicine, and part of her couldn’t wait to see Rebehak squirm too, she had always been too much of a spoilt princess for her liking, Klaus catered to her needs way too much. So now it was time for pay back.

She let a smirk cross her pretty features, as he seemed to know what she was…she wasn’t surprised, a creature such as himself, if he liked what she was or not, mattered little to Cassidy. She had summoned him, he would work for her, until what she wanted was completed, then he would be free to do his own this.

A chuckle escaped her lips. “Got something about Witchs…..if I cared, id be offended…but seeing I was the one who summoned you hear and I have the job for you….id get use to me” she told him as she pushed herself up to standing, her eyes never left him. She healed out her hand to him.
“Cassidy Morgan” she introduced herself.
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Michael Morbius
Posted: Jul 25 2012, 07:12 PM


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"Great" he thought. Another mess he got himself into. And yet again, with another damned witch. When will these creatures learn to leave him be? He glared as she spoke. As if she was above him. "Put her in the ground!" demanded the Beast from within him. The Beast wasn't quite fond of the magic wielders either. And for good reason. So many had tried to gain control of Michael due to his...condition. And many of them are gone, nothing remaining aside from the dental remains he carried in a pouch in his side bag of his bike.

He watched her hand extend and he chose not to take it. He lit a cherry cigarello and took a long drag from it, annoyance in his eyes.
"How do you know of me?" asked Michael. Not many were privy to his existence. He liked it that way. He knew what was going on with the Originals. He made it a purpose to stay away from it. He didn't want to get wrapped up in it. But with how close he was to Mystic Falls he assumed this had something to do with them. He continued to glare at her, a sense of hate in his eyes.

"An' since ya obviously know who I am....ya know I won't work fo' ya. Not today, not evah. You chanced your existence callin' me here." He didn't care just how strong she thought she was. Magic was of no consequnce to him anymore. The wedding rings he wore around his neck he had gotten charmed long ago to ward off magical persuasion. This Cassidy was a beautiful woman, and had he had met her in a different life perhaps he would have been a bit more polite toward her, but this wasn't a different life. Her kind caused this "life". In essence, he blamed her for what he was.

He tilted his head as he took another drag from his cigarello, eyeing her.
"Since ya took the wasted time an' effort ta bring me here, why don't ya spill what your great mastah plan would be." He smirked as he taunted her a bit. "Let me out...I want to taste her flesh...feel it rip beneath my claws....Let me out, Michael!" This was one of the few times that Michael had actually considered allowing the Beast his wantings. Give him his chance to run rampant all over this over confident little witch. After all...she called a Beast, she should meet him right?
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Cassidy Morgan
Posted: Jul 26 2012, 07:00 AM


150+ year old witch
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Her blue eyes watched him, and she showed no fear. She knew what he was, what he could become, but she also harboured a lot of power, and had been around long enough not to feel intimidated by a boy like him…monster or not residing inside of him.

She could tell by his expression when he figured out what she was, he wasn’t impressed, but she cared little for that. He was a means to an end for her, nothing more.

He asked how she knew of him. “I do my homework” she said. “And I know for one some of those nasty stories that evolve arnt always made up, so I wouldn’t worry about testing my knowledge in this like this, I assure you im very well versed and educated in it all….i have to be, otherwise you wouldn’t be standing here right now Mr.Morbius” Yes she knew his name…she had indeed done her work.

He said he wasn’t going to work with her and she changed her existence calling him here…she just laughed at him. “Now, that, im afraidis where we have to differ. I called you here for a reason, I need a job done, you will do it for me, the rewards will be great, and if you so refuse…ill make it so walking this earth will be a living hell and you’ll be trapped in your own personal cage….and don’t doubt my power…im more than capable of doing as I say…beast or no beast raging insideof you” she told him…he wanted to doubt her….then fine..she would soon show him. After all there was more than one way to claim an original, and if she needed to find a new one, it would be an inconviencance, but she would do so.

This boy meant nothing to her….and if she so needed to dispose of him she would. She’d rather not…she rather liked the idea of the beast ravaging Rebekah, killing her and making Klaus watch and suffer…but if she had to change her plans…she would. “Mysitc Falls and the job I have to offer you, is a once in a life time thing…so I suggest you check your ego and your issues at the door and listen up pup.
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Michael Morbius
Posted: Aug 4 2012, 01:23 AM


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He smirks a bit as he chuckles slightly as she talks. He shakes head as he takes a drag from his cigarello. "Well d'is "pup" as ya put it ain't one ta be triffled with...but you know d'at. If ya truly did your homework d'at is." He tilted his head a bit as he moved toward her a bit. "I have been purposely avoidin' d'is place fo' a reason, petite. An' d'en ya decided ta summon me 'ere. Not smart..." He moves around her, his smirking demeanor gone. He takes a slow drag from his cigarello and lets the smoke slowly roll from his lips.

His eyes trail her body. He can sense her power, but no fear exuded from his being. She was of no consequence to him. What could she truly offer him that wouldn't cause him to let "It" out? To let his inner monster out and rip her apart...and leave her entrails laying all over the concrete parking lot around them. He sniffs a bit.
"I know who's d'ere. What's in it fo' me? D'ere's only one t'ing d'at could be wished of me in d'is scenario..." He watched her a moment longer before speaking. "D'ere's an original ya want dealt wit'? Or possibly d'em pesky Salvatore bro'd'ers have put a damper on some sort of plans o' yours?"

He takes another drag and exhales the smoke directly in her face.[i] "Oh, or maybeh d'ere's is some mortal d'at stole da love of some immortal prick ya believe ta be yours? Am I gettin' close?" [i]He eyed her. He wasn't stupid. If you learn anything over the many centuries that Michael had been around, is that no one does anything without a hidden motive. Yeah, you could say he has trust issues. But wouldn't you? After everything he had been through to this point. And to think it all traced back to wielders of witchcraft.

"Ya ei'der start talkin' real fast or d'is will quickly become da biggest mistake of your immortal life..." He was done playing. He normally didn't get like this, but witches brought this side of him out.
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Cassidy Morgan
Posted: Aug 4 2012, 04:00 PM


150+ year old witch
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He moved towards her, she just rose and eyebrow. “I summon who I want to, when I need to…give me the big bad boy speech all you like…you Don’t scare me. But good try” She smirked to him. She let him move around her, he really was like a puppy who needed to sniff and smell everything. And him threatening her, it was almost laughable.

She sighed as she waited for him, his eyes trail her body, she just rolls her own. She tilted her head and let him talk, she’d give him points for being almost spot on the mark. “The Salvatores mean nothing to me, I have no interest in either of them. Live or die…what happned to them makes no difference to what I want” she told him. And she meant it. Stefan and Damon, they were nobodys to her.

He spoke again getting closer to why she was here, she laughed. “There is someone who messed with me in the past yes….ive bid my time and now it’s time for a little pay back. He made me suffer, he made the made the wrong choices, now I want to see him suffer….and im pretty sure you will like what im offering. Rebekah Mikaelson” She said to him. She knew everyone who knew there stuff about the supernatural world would know exactly who Rebekah was….if they didn’t then their lives weren’t worth living. The Originals had quite the name for themselves. “Im sure you’d love a pretty blonde thing to play with” she smirked. Her plan to get to Klaus was to go through his silbings…or more so Rebekah…considering how close they were.

He told her she’d better start talking. “Idle threats mean nothing to me Michael and I’d be nice to me…” she said pushing up from her spot resting on the hood of her car and she moved so she was close to him him. Her eyes met his. “Because when I say I will make it worth your while…I mean it…..” she said and lent in closer to him, as if she was about to kiss him. She wasn’t, her lips moved to his ear. [color]darkviolet] “Tobias”[/color] she said whispering that one simple yet meaningful word into his ear.
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Michael Morbius
Posted: Aug 6 2012, 05:44 PM


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He listened to her little quips as if she mattered in the grand scheme of things. None of them truly did, but this woman had a serious superiority complex. The Beast continued to beg for him to let it out to teach this "bitch" a lesson. Michael refrained. He didn't enjoy letting it out. Yes, he has enjoyed the onslaught in the past, but he's had to live with that every day since. Regret is his shadow.

Upon her mention of the Originals he rolled his eyes with a sigh. Then a smirk formed on his face as she mentioned how one of them wronged her. He knew that look. That...body language.
"Ya actually loved one of d'em creatures? Ya t'ought it was gonna end wit' da white white an' a li'tle dog? Seriously?" He laughed and shook his head. "An' people say d'at I have problems. Lady, your on your own."

Then as he began to turn she made mention of Rebekah. The blonde bitch vampire. Michael had turned to walk away from her prior to that name. He stopped and turned his head back at her. Rebekah was known for torturing mortals as she played with them. She probably didn't view it was torture, but that's what it was. She had gotten her hands on a friend of his nearly a century ago in Chicago. Hell, she probably didn't remember the woman's name. Michael then turned back around. "Ya do realize I go after d'at lit'le bitch d'at Kl..."

Michael stopped his words and looked at her for a moment and tilted his head a bit. "Him. He's da reason for d'is. Klaus. Ya loved him?!" He stepped back toward her again. "He's a monster, an' d'at's sayin' somet'ing comin' from me. I go for her an' ya already know d'at'll bring him down on me." Michael scoffed a bit shaking his head. "I've been bustin' my ass for da last few centuries keepin' d'at freak off my tail. An' ya want me ta jus' walk up an' say "hi"? You're daffed lady." Then she did something she probably shouldn't have.

Almost any circumstance Michael can keep his composure and stay in complete control. It takes extreme surges of emotion for him to lose that involuntarily. She mentioned him. With her lips still lingering near his ear she didn't see it coming. In no time a roar left Michael. His hand clawed, gripped her by the throat with great force and slammed her back against the car she had been up against. His eyes changed immediately as did his teeth, now a mouthful of fangs.
"Your kind has NO right speakin' d'at name! EVER!" Michael's grip tightened even more and with each moment that passed Michael began to disappear more and more. The Beast was taking over.

Michael wasn't even struggling against the creature within anymore. A witch was the reaso he was what he is today. A witch was the reason he lost his family. And a witch was the reason Tobias was dead. His son. Cassidy didn't want Michael, the man. Oh no. She wanted the Beast and she may very well get it....
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Cassidy Morgan
Posted: Aug 11 2012, 11:05 AM


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He was a cocky little shit and she didn’t like him, but he would serve a purpous…but part of her was wondering if he put up this much of a fuss, was he worth it? She was having second thoughts, not because she was scared, but due to the fact he was being like a child and she didn’t have time for that. She wanted the best to help her out…..was this guy it…..now she wasn’t so sure.

“What happened in my past is of no concern for you, all you need to know if I have a job for you….i needed the best, I assumed you were the best top of your game…now im starting to think other wise. I need a man to help me, not some whining boy with a bad attitude” she easily told him.

She told him of Rebekah, she shrugged. “Thing is, I don’t want that vampire Barbie left alive, hence why I thought you would be the best, but like I said…perhaps I was wrong….” she said with shrug, pissing him off or not, she really didn’t care. She had a plan, she had to get underway. He he wasn’t going to help her, she was going to move on and find someone more worthy.

She watched him as he moved back towards her and called her daft. “That’s what I want, that’s my plan….help…don’t help…just don’t waist my time….but try this to sweeten the deal….” she said as she mentioned his son.

It got a reaction, that as something. The roar left him and before she could react his hand was gripped around her throat and he slammed her back against her car, she grunted, pain washed over her, she blinked and tired to shake it off. She looked to him, his eyes had changed she smirked…that was more like it.

She tired to say something but his grip tighten as she knew the best was taking over, her hand went to his wrist and she focused hard and her hands started to heat up to temperatures human wouldn’t be able to deal with as it started to heat up his skin, burn his skin, set it to blistering as the heat left her…she was a witch…a powerful one, and she kept the heat going until it would force him to let go of her .

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