[Desus] (The World Was on Fire) and No One Could Save Me But You (1)

Disclaimer: Characters belong to their respectful owners

Fandoms: The Walking Dead

Rating: K+

Pairing: Desus – Daryl Dixon x Paul “Jesus” Rovia

Genres: fanfiction, alternate universe, vampire AU

Characters: Paul “Jesus” Rovia, Daryl Dixon, Rick Grimes


For all the short time Paul had been acquainted with Rick Grimes, he had never heard the tough police officer’s voice break like when he informed Paul, “Daryl was shot.”

Alternate universe. Established relationship.

I never dreamed that I’d meet somebody like you

And I never dreamed that I’d lose somebody like you

Wicked Game

The long hall seemed endless as Paul hurried – taking longest strides permissible with his legs – along it. The whole place was white, sterilely, blindingly white thanks to the many fluorescent tubes on the ceiling, and was enveloped in a simmering bubble of noises: low, worried chatters mingled with rushed footsteps just like his own and occasional shouts to make way. He flinched at pain jabbing his eardrums caused by the sound of a gurney’s wheels skidding across the tile floor – again, spotlessly white. All of these were indescribable torture on his heightened senses, like rubbing his already flayed nerves down on a cheese grater. It was not merely uncomfortable, it was agonizing, and Paul felt an undisputed urge swelling in his tight chest to just lash out. At anything, at anyone, at all. For a second he couldn’t care less if things got broken or people got hurt; he just needed to purge this toxin out of his system. The biggest con of having heightened senses was that once in a while the world would become too much for him. In times like this normally Paul would slow down to a halt, inhale a deep breath then exhale, repeat if necessary and that should be enough to calm himself. He often took pride in his excellent self-control; the guy who was called Jesus had earned his nickname and reputation as such. That trick proved to be rather useless at the moment as he had neither the time to stop and take a deep breath nor the mind to do so. Still, Paul wouldn’t be Jesus if he let his big bad side take over. With his last tattered thread of self-restraint, he grunted audibly and sped up his steps, but only as fast as this facility allowed and not as he would like. He couldn’t risk exposing his… unconventional attributes in the company of so many.

Since early this morning there had been a thick knot inside him for which Paul couldn’t quite figure out a reason. He assured himself that it was just an irrational apprehension, the terminal anxiety that came as a bonus to his heightened senses rearing its ugly head once in a while. Thus he had spent the morning alternating between quenching and soothing it instead of looking for its root. On hindsight he had been utterly stupid. All those years of living should have taught him better than to ignore his gut instinct, especially with a creature so in tune with every subtle ebb and flow in his surroundings. Around noon his fear had been proven not so irrational by an odd phone call from Rick Grimes. Odd because although Rick was Daryl’s best friend and colleague, sort of like a surrogate brother after Daryl’s own had passed away, Paul himself had only known the man for a couple months and they weren’t yet close enough to call each other for a casual chat, unless it was something involving Daryl. Indeed it had involved Daryl. For all the short time Paul had been acquainted with Rick Grimes, he had never heard the tough police officer’s voice break like when he informed Paul, “Daryl was shot.”

Something broke at those three simple words and as Paul looked down to his hand, he saw his phone, or what remained of it, and pieces of plastic sticking out from his palm. He felt nothing but a whooshing void in his left chest.

He had his second phone out and dialed Rick. In record time he had crossed half the town to reach a small hospital in the southern part of the city.

The door had closed right at his face when Paul reached the elevator. Cursing verbally, something he rarely ever did, he ran to the stairs, almost bumping a nurse on his way. He counted himself slightly lucky that the stairs were empty so he could leap ten at a time.

He spotted Rick’s hunching form on one of the benches along the hall. The man was having his head in his hands so he didn’t see Paul coming. He was wearing his uniform with his gun put in his holster. There was a large patch of maroon on his shoulder that caused Paul’s senses to flare and his heart to sink.

Blood. There was no doubt about it. Paul dreaded the thought of whose.

A door opened and a middle-aged doctor stepped out, his expression forlorn. Rick lifted his head, glancing briefly at Paul and the doctor. Colors drained from his tired face at the doctor’s words.

“I am very sorry,” the doctor had said, and Paul had heard each word twice – once for its meaning to register to his brain and once for its truth to stab him in the heart.

Without a word he followed Rick and the doctor into the room.

If it wasn’t for the heavy scent of blood cloying the atmosphere, Paul would just think Daryl was merely taking a much needed nap. He had been pretty busy recently and barely had time for sleep. The room was bleached white, just like the hall, the light was glaring and the sheet that covered Daryl was also white. Almost as white as his face. Paul traced the pulse on his neck. His fingertip only found a dead silence.

He heard Rick sniff beside him. His voice trembled as he croaked, “Jesus… your hand… your hand… it should be treated…”

At first Paul had no idea what the cop meant. He opened his palm and saw the blood clotted on his skin. In his haste he had forgotten to wash it off, as he had forgotten everything else that wasn’t Daryl-related.

His voice came out steady than he had thought. “I’m alright…” His eyes boring into Daryl’s face, he whispered, “He’s gonna be alright.”

To be continued

The vampire mythology used in this fic is one borrowed from CW’s The Vampire Diaries and The Originals. Vampires in these shows can walk freely in sunlight if they have magical protection in the form of an enchanted lapis lazuli ring called ‘the daylight ring’. Acquirement of such a ring is fairly easy so most vampires have at least one. This fanfiction, however, has nothing to do with those two shows.

[Rant] Voodoo in My Blood – The Originals 4×08

Warnings: spoilers, inappropriate jokes, careless language, messing up the order of events

  • Once upon a time, a princess was born. She was the hope of her papi and mami as well her tribes. So the Witchy Godmother bestowed her with many magical gifts so she would grow up to be a proud, beautiful and powerful girl, no, witch. As time passed, she grew up happily to be…

Anyone’s reminded of this?

  • … the Hollow. Or Idahu, as we viewers finally learn her name. Or, alternatively, one crazy bitch…


  • … with nice hair. As nice as sixth-century hair treatment could manage.
  • With great power comes great insanity, apparently. Or great bitchiness.
  • And no, she wasn’t abused by her parents, her elders or her peers. She was evil because she was ‘born this way’.
  • Bitchiness in my blood indeed.
  • Thus it’s the origin story we need in order to sort of figure out what, or who, the season’s big bad is, which is told through the lovely and familiar voice of Davina Claire…
  • … who has come back-ish. It remains to be seen whether she’ll stick around.
  • Didn’t the Ancestors tear her to shreds?! How come her juju is still so strong? Then what’s the point for bashing Freya and Elijah for the past year?
  • She seems pretty fine actually.
  • Oh Alaric. Do I miss ye? Let me check. Huhm. No I don’t. Nope. Not even a bit.
  • As a matter of fact I don’t miss anyone from Mystic Falls. At all.
  • Crossovers aren’t that necessary and it confuses the hell out of non-TVD viewers.
  • Guess he’s needed for the bone…
  • … which is swiftly taken by Hollow-possessed Sofya.


  • The Hollow is a much more intimidating and threatening villain than the so-called Devil in TVD.
  • I’m puzzled as how a vampire body can use magic. Does possession work that way?
  • So if Sofya’s killed, will the Hollow die with her or just be expelled from her body?
  • Moreover, can the Hollow be killed? Like, torn to shreds, eradicated from this world and whatever worlds beyond? Davina seems pretty certain she can’t be destroyed, hence her intention to sacrifice Klaus. But can she be killed by using her own bones? Using one’s own bones to kill one is a familiar device used repeatedly in TVD and TO, for instance Dahlia was killed by combining soil from her homeland and ashes of her oppressors; Cade and Katherine were killed by their own bones.
  • Either way Sofya’s life is hanging on a thread. I just don’t see her surviving the season at all.
  • And so is Elijah’s life, after he’s stabbed by Hollow-Sofya.
  • I’m getting a lot of Stefan vibes here, from the guilt, the self-hate, the low self-worth, right to the ‘sacrifice my life and my love so that my brother can live happily with his girl’. I will be sad, but not surprised if they kill Elijah in the similar manner they did Stefan. After all they probably didn’t expect to have the fifth season.


  • Maybe not in the next episode but perhaps the season finale, they might kill Elijah. There’s always a dear price to pay to defeat their enemies; that’s the Mikaelson way and at the end of the day, it’s most likely their way that succeeds in defeating their enemies. This show is cruel like that. Sometimes I wonder why I am torturing myself and watching it.
  • The future can’t be predicted as I’m not on the writing board of this show. Hope for the best, expect the worst, as a wise man once said. For now I’m happy that Hayley isn’t Caroline and she won’t sit still and just accept her man’s self-sacrifice.
  • Cue some golden Haylijah They do need to work through their issues first if there will ever be a happy ending for them.


  • On the other hand, it’s nice to have Hayley and Klaus worrying about each other. Hope needs both parents.
  • “I’ll compel them to the priesthood.” This line tho.


  • It’s actually worse than dead. Ruthless Klaus.
  • I don’t see Davina as being painted as a villain here although others may disagree. She isn’t vengeful; she’s just very determined to put the Hollow back to her cage, no matter what it takes. I guess in that light she’s very much similar to Freya and Elijah. Perhaps that’s why she doesn’t seem to be holding a grudge.
  • Still, why does it have to Klaus? I hate to say this but Elijah practically offers himself up to be the sacrifice.
  • Hope’s saving the day is awesome! She blows Davina away with one blast of sheer energy, no need for spells.
Credit: https://hyopott.tumblr.com
  • Hopes definitely the key to destroying the Hollow bitch.
  • The moments between Hayley and Hope and Marcel and ghost-Davina are touching and sweet, or bittersweet in Marcel and Davina’s case.
  • The music during Marcel & Davina scene.
  • Really, Klaus compels a sweetshop to make treats for his daughter? The perks of having a vampire dad. I wonder if he ever did the same to young Marcellus centuries ago.
  • And a simple, platonic mention of Caroline and barely any reaction from Klaus sends a certain community of shippers spiraling into enthrallment. Predictable much?


  • Where’s Freya and Keelin this episode? Off to their love nest perhaps?
  • The Werewolf Origin story is nice too.


  • Definitely better origin story than this:


  • One thing before end, does Elijah’s suit really cost 9,000 dollars or does he just make a joke??
  • Filthy rich guy.
  • “Babysitter.”
  • Looking forward to the next episode and prepare myself for saying goodbye to gorgeous Taylor Cole – have a feeling she won’t likely make it to the tenth episode.