Filled With Fire

“Does He Fart Rainbows?”

Tempest c****d her hip with her arms crossed, her eyes flickering between the two outfits on her bed. Her jewellery and shoes all good, but the dresses...

She spun around and faced Caroline who was sitting behind her. For some reason, she'd 'volunteered as tribute' to help the shifter out. Her words, not Tempest's.

"Alright, Baby. I need to know first if you'd make out with me at a night club, " the redhead said, somehow with a straight face.

The blonde's face went bright red and her mouth dropped open, gapping like a fish. Tempest smirked, "Trick question, you totally would. Anyways, I have another question, " the shifter held up the two outfits.

The first was a red two piece. The top covered only her breasts, tightly. The skirt hung low on her hips and ended mid thigh. It was very thin, almost see through, “This,”

The second was a deep blue full piece. It was a halter top with small tear drop showing the valley between her breasts. The skirt started just below her bellybutton and flowed down to stop above her knees. The front stopped, but the back continued to the floor.

Caroline bit her lip when various emotions flew across her face, "You know, Temper. I want to admit to you that I'm a little afraid of what your reaction might be."

Tempest tilted her head and realized something. She then nodded before a determined look settled on her face, "Which dress would you make out with me in?"

The blonde looked sheepish and a huge blush exploded on her cheeks. She pointed at the two-piece, then stood up. "Would you really go clubbing with me? Actually, take me clubbing with you? I've never been clubbing."

The Tiger's jaw dropped, "You haven't?! We need to amend that!! God, we can't be friends if you don't know how to party. And we can't be best friends until we've swapped saliva."

The vamp's mouth opened to say something, well, stutter something to the Salvatore until the redhead leaned forward and pressed her perfectly manicured finger to her lips, "Properly, Baby," Tempest grinned.

Damon suddenly strutted into the room. Her brother doesn't walk. He struts. The raven hair coloured vamp and leant against the wall. He then glared at the two-piece, "There's no way in hell you are wearing that. "

Tempest smirked, "Don't worry bro. My blonde honey, baby, cupcake here has already helped me. So rest assured, Dae. We got this. And that grass-chewing, bunny-chomping, sorry excuse for a bloodsucker downstairs can get the twist outta his panties 'cause I'm attending his little tea party with a really old hybrid."

Damon snorted at the small growl from downstairs that answered his sister's jab. He turned to leave when Tempest stopped him, "You know I've only met this Tyler guy once and I've always wanted to know 'cause I've never met a wolf before, but does he fart rainbows?"

Both gave her 'what the f**k are you talking about' face.

:3

"I hate dresses," Tempest grumbled, unashamedly picking out her wedgie, "Even if I do look like a man-eater." She then snorted, "Man-eater."

Behind her, Damon rolled his eyes as she pulled the neckline of her dress up and pushed her lightly forward with his hand on the small of her back, "Stop doing that."

"Make me," The shifter poke her tongue at him, making the older Salvatore roll his eyes again.

"Can you just not...be you tonight?" Stefan grumbled.

The three Salvatore siblings were waiting by the door as they bickered when they were interrupted by a suited Original.

"Good eve-" he paused at the sight of the redhead. "I see you've brought a guest. Miss..?" Elijah was intrigued to see this unknown beauty standing with the brothers. He obviously knew she was not human, but who was she?

"Tempest Salvatore, our sister." Damon smiled cockily. Stefan however just growled at his words.

"Pleasure I'm sure," The shifter smirking at the still wide-eyed Mikaelson.

Elijah cleared his throat and nodded, before taking her outstretched hand, pressing his lips to his knuckles, "It is. Do come in."

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Damon had hooked his arm around his sister's waist, knowing that if she were to get overly annoyed, which was bound to happen, she'd probably try to rip anyone and everyone's throat out.

Klaus frowned, just as curious as for his brother to why an unfamiliar woman had accompanied the Salvatores to their 'dinner party,' "And who might you be love?"

She spared him a penetrating glance and in a throaty voice that sent shivers down his spine, said, "Tempest Salvatore."

He nodded at her, "Their sister, I presume?"

Just as the red-haired woman opened her mouth, Stefan snapped, "She's not my sister."

A flicker of hurt flashed through her honey coloured eyes and to anyone else, it went unnoticed, but Klaus caught it. Damon rolled his eyes and threaded his arm around Tempest's waist to comfort her, "She's our half-sister. Daddy dearest had an affair."

The Mikaelsons both raised an eyebrow, Elijah slightly sympathetic towards her for Stefan's harsh words and the hybrid felt almost glad. This...Tempest...would understand how it was to be alone in a world where everyone only saw you as a bastard.

The eldest Mikaelson frowned, "You are their sister, but you don't seem to be a vampire."

Klaus found her fascinating, especially when the woman spoke in her melodic toned voice again, "That's because I'm only half."

Elijah gave his brother a quick look to see his blue eyes widening in shock.

"I was turned by Katherine at the same time as my brothers. I broke my curse when I...killed my mama as she gave birth. Thankfully Father didn't think any different of me because of his affair."

The blond Mikaelson finally found his voice, "So you are half wolf?" He almost seemed to state it rather than ask, until Tempest shook her head with a small smirk.

Damon then proudly and somewhat smugly, announced, "My baby sister here is half tiger."

Klaus tilted his head and Elijah's eyebrow rose, "Tiger? I thought the species was extinct."

"Well obviously not, seeing as I'm right here. God, a thousand-year-old fart like yourself, I thought you'd be smart."

Temper looked down at her plate and sighed dejectedly, “I am overestimating so many people.”