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lucxboyce​:

🔥 – 🔥

Perhaps ranting randomly aloud wasn’t the best option but when Lucas was worked up about something he was passionate about, it was an uncontrollable reaction. He smelled Syd before the other’s voice reached his sensitive ears and there was already a smirk on his lips that was accompanied by the signature eye roll that had become far too common to do around his best friend’s brother. “How did I know my creepy stalker would show his face.? Syd was tolerable at best, most of the times and Lucas would admit, a tad amusing. He didn’t know the other well - just the few occasional meetings they’ve had since he rolled into town three months ago to torture Damien. He seemed to have been fixated on him since then and the attention was a bit of an ego stoke, even if a bit annoying. Still, the hellhound amused him and kept with the act of their banter until Syd, ultimately, ended up annoying him. 

His electric blue eyes peeked at the vampire through his hair and he scoffed. “Call me pretentious if you will, but you know I’m right. Vinyls are fucking rad and it would be one thing if people were actually appreciating them again but most of it is just hype and for fifteen seconds of tiktok fame.” After coming to the last vinyl in the section he had been flipping through, a low growl rubbled in his chest as Lucas gave up and stepped away from the records. He’d have to reorder the vintage record he wanted again. “I’m surprised you aren’t at the shop causing your brother grief already.”

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He should’ve known the moment he walked into the shop that Lucas would be there. They might’ve not known each other for very long but Syd had deduced earlier on that he was the vinyl-loving type. If his fashion sense being stuck in the 90s wasn’t a clear sign that he longed for an era that had long since passed, the constant blaring of Living on a Prayer in the shop like it was his theme song was. He couldn’t blame the hellhound for idolizing the era. Syd had fond memories of those years when life was simpler and the music was better than the shit that was made nowadays. Not the vinyls though, that Syd didn’t miss. “If you knew I would show up, I think that makes you the stalker, sweetheart.” He fell into their usual banter without hesitation, smirking teasingly at Lucas.

Keeping the conversation light and playful had been Syd’s intent from the beginning. It was rare for him to come across someone who could keep up with him and that was why he enjoyed Lucas so much. However, Syd couldn’t help himself when the hellhound looked up at him with those ocean-blue eyes. “Anyone ever tell you your eyes are fucking gorgeous?” Syd tilted his head, the smirk still on his face but his gaze intense. There was mild flirtation behind his words but that didn’t make him any less serious. He didn’t bother waiting for an answer though and carried on as if he said nothing. “Rad my ass. They sound like fucking garbage and I have no idea why anyone would listen to them when Spotify exists.” The vampire snorted dismissively, his face twisted up in disapproval. He’d spent enough centuries listening to that shit and would rather meet the sun than do it again. “That’s because, unlike my little brother, I actually have a life and have got other shit to do.”

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danielxxanderson​:

🩸 – 🩸

After his reunion with Damien, Danny knew it was only a matter of time before this happened. He had been surprised to hear that Damien’s whole family was in town which undoubtedly meant his husband was as well. It had been seven long years since Danny had seen Syd - ever since he had ran from their home. Seven years since Syd’s eyes had wandered and Daniel felt, that he had betrayed him. For seven years, Danny had spent hiding underground and only coming out when he had reading of Syd’s whereabouts and knew he was far away enough to avoid being found - if Syd had even searched for him to begin with. Danny doubted it - convinced the other had found happiness and was too consumed by Alex to care. 

This ploy for entertainment at his sire’s expense had consumed Danny and he had not looked hard enough - or at all - to discover where his husband could be. It had been careless and stupid. Still, Danny knew Syd had been trailing him for a few blocks now. How could he forget his scent? The way his soul seemed to just know when the other was close. Danny adjusted the leather jacket on his shoulders, Syd’s leather jacket, as his blue eyes watched the other man emerge from the shadows that cloaked them from the sun. 

“Didn’t realize you still considered me your wife, babe.” Danny said cooly but he took a second to admire Syd. He’d forgotten how beautiful he was but even that wasn’t enough to erase the very reason he had left him to begin with. Still, Danny couldn’t help how his eyes lowered briefly to Syd’s hand, a little surprised to see their ring still adoring his finger. Danny’s ring, the one Syd had made for them, hung from a chain on his neck, hidden under his shirt. “How’s Alex?” The question was thrown bitterly into the space between them with a raised eyebrow in Syd’s direction. They had spent four centuries at each other’s side and Danny had thought they would spent their eternity together. They had vowed to and his bitter words were a reminder that this separation had been Syd’s fault even if he knew his husband enough to know that the blame would be pinned on him. 

☣ ― ☣

He took notice of the leather jacket that Danny was wearing and bit back a scoff. His favorite jacket to be exact. Danny had given it to him for his birthday not too long ago and it had quickly become Syd’s most cherished possession. It was why he had been furious to know that his wife had stolen it when he left. The irony wasn’t lost on him though. Danny had chosen to leave him without a word but took an item of his to remember him by when he could’ve just stayed. None of it made sense and that was why Syd wanted answers. “That’s funny coming from the one who fucked off for seven years.” His eyes were squinted in anger and there was irritation in his voice. He had some fucking nerve to be bitter about what happened. Syd wasn’t the one who abandoned him and went into hiding for almost a decade without a trace. He might be guilty of a lot of things but never that. All of this was Danny’s own doing.

When he saw Danny’s gaze lower to check for his wedding ring, another bitter chuckle that Syd had been holding had finally escaped his mouth. The fact that his wife even felt the need to search for it was insulting to Syd. They had their fair share of arguments over the centuries but not once did Syd think to take his ring off. Just when he was about to voice his thoughts about Danny’s hypocritical behavior, the mention of Alex derailed his thoughts. “Are you fucking kidding me right now?” Syd looked at his wife like he was stupid. It was a name that hadn’t crossed the original’s mind in years despite the history behind it. He had no clue why Danny had decided to bring him up, but Syd knew he wouldn’t let it go if he didn’t answer. “I don’t know and neither do I fucking care. I haven’t talked to Alex in almost a decade. Why does that matter? Why are you asking about Alex?”

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“Nicky’s mother called.” “Oops, time’s up.”

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vindlcated​:

location: falling sun tattoo & piercing emporium who: anyone!

WINTER WAS THE best time of the year for damien, especially in saints city, alaska, of all places. alaska was both the best and worst place, but after forty years, he’d managed to make it work. no one was going to dare ask him, ‘why are you going outside in a hooded cloak and gloves?’ in the summertime, solely because, this was saints, and that was the least odd thing someone could do.

the perks of living just above your tattoo shop on the second floor were infinite for a vampire like him. there was hardly a need to venture outside, but winter had the longest amount of nighttime. less fretting over the most obnoxiously large star burning him. even so, it wasn’t like he hadn’t purposefully stepped out into the sun before just to see if anything permanent would happen (spoiler alert: nope). but now was the time for him to partake in work.

he was in the middle of sketching out a tattoo on his ipad at the front counter, the sound of  tattoo needles and unwrapping of sterile piercing needles sounding throughout the shop. when the doorbell chimed as the door swung open, damien didn’t look up. it could’ve been a client, or another employee coming to work, or a random threat. damien should look up, but he was so close to being done. and if it was one of his siblings, he wanted to ignore them even more so. but no, he was the owner, and the shop’s awards mattered oh so much to him. so, he only spoke. “good evening, how’s it going?” and finally, damien did look up and offered a smile.

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Without a single fuck to give about invading his little brother’s space, Syd burst through the doors of Damien’s tattoo shop as if he owned the place. “Goooood mooooorning, Vietnaaamm!” He paused to holler as loudly as he could to disrupt Damien’s peace and quiet. Despite the many places in Saints where Syd could spend his free time causing havoc, none of them seemed to compare to his brother’s tattoo shop. He had claimed it as his permanent hangout spot ever since he arrived in town three months back, much to Damien’s dismay. There were many times he had attempted to rid Syd of the place for good but the other vampire just kept coming back. It was a reminder that no one told Syd what to do, especially not his emo little shit of a brother. Maybe this time it would stick in Damien’s mind that Syd didn’t give a fuck what he wanted.

After closing the door behind him, Syd was planted on the welcome desk in a flash. There were plenty of seats in the shop that he could’ve claimed for himself, but the desk was chosen specifically with irritating Damien in mind. Now that he was comfortably seated, Syd finally looked over to see his brother hunched over while doodling on his iPad. “Hey there, little brother! You working on this week’s suicide plan?” He cheerfully asked with a wide smile.

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danielxxanderson​:

Where: Some alley way in Saints, towards the end of daylight Who: Open What:

Saints wasn’t quite so different than other small towns he’s come across in his long - long- life. The only difference was the fact that the supernaturals ran rampant here instead of hiding under the shadows and guise of humanity and normalcy. Or at least, the way most did. What made it better? Hunters were limited to keeping the peace - it tickled him because really? Danny hated hunters as much as the next vampire, but half of his entertainment had come from hunting the ones who hunted him. Still, there was a certain level of freedom that came from not having to hide his nature to the world. 

The Alaskan sun was setting - far earlier than it would have back in the States which provided Danny with the freedom to roam freely along. Ever impatient, Danny waited in an alley for the final rays to disappear over the town. His blue eyes analyzed the last stream of light and he let his fingers dancing along the edge, ignoring the burn that came from his fingertips when the sun burned him. It wasn’t until he saw the smoke arise from his fingers that Danny pulled away and inspected the damage. It’d heal rather quickly - perks of immortality. 

“Pesky thing,” Danny sighed, well aware that he hadn’t been alone even if he had acted like he had been. For a moment, he let himself miss the days he could walk in the sun and enjoy it’s warmth. It had been centuries since he’d been able to do that. “Well, sun’s got about five minutes till it’s gone so that’s how long you have to explain why you’re just standing there like an idiot staring at me.” It was only then that he turned to look at the intruder of his momentary solitude. 

☣ ― ☣

A laugh that held all the bitterness he’d been harboring for years now fell from Syd’s mouth. After running away like a thief in the night, and with one of his favorite leather jackets no less, Danny had some goddamn nerve. The original vampire had come to Saints for a good time, not to reconnect with every single fucking ghost from his past. First the decrepit corpses of his family and now his wife. Was there no one in this town he didn’t know? Syd had long since told himself that he’d put Danny leaving him behind him. He had buried it in the darkest parts of his mind to make living without his wife a little easier, but he guessed that wasn’t the case after all. If the anger that Syd felt bubbling in his chest hadn’t made that clear already.

The moment he spotted Danny from across the road, Syd knew he should’ve pretended he saw nothing and continued on his way home. However, the vampire was not known for doing what was right. Too many nights had Syd wondered why his wife, the one person who swore to be by his side forever, had abandoned him and he wouldn’t let that traitorous bastard slip through his fingers again. He wanted answers and he wanted them now. He followed behind Danny for several blocks, carefully mirroring his steps to not draw attention to himself with Danny’s good hearing. When his wife slipped into the shadows of an alleyway, Syd did the same and continued watching him from afar.

Now that they had stopped, his blue eyes surveyed Danny as he admired the dying rays of the setting sun. It had been seven years since the last time he laid eyes on the other man. Seven long years of endless searching for even a whisper of his wife and ending up empty-handed each time. Pissed off was what Syd was and not even Danny’s beauty could prevent that anger from being released on him at his question. “Am I not allowed to admire my wife from afar? Since that seems to be how you like it now.” He bitterly answered, stepping out from the depths of the shadows.

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lucxboyce​:

Where: Hell Hound Records Who: Open

“Y’know,” Lucas licked his lips as began talking mindlessly aloud to whoever wanted to listen to the tirade he was really about to begin. His nimble fingers flicked through the row of vinyls he was currently browsing. Any one within two feet from him could feel the steam of irritation that came from him, even if the furrow of his brows or the slight tinge of red that dared to peek through his iris weren’t dead giveaways. “I am all for a revival of vinyls and folks wanting to listen to music again, don’t get me wrong.” Still, a scowl curled at the edge of his lips. 

“But, these newbies are out here rushing to sell out the store of new vinyls or even old vintage classics cause they want to be cool but leave nothing for the rest of us.” Finally Lucas lifted his ice blues up to his company, rolling them in annoyance. 

“All I fuckin’ wanted was the Destroyer vinyl and nope, that’s too much to fuckin’ ask cause all these kids buy them out and then leave them to collect dust in the corner of a room and it’s damn crime.” The hellhound all but snarled out and for a second, he could feel the tethering of his temper starting to come undone, a part of him he tried to keep under wraps but certain things, just got under his skin. Shaking his head, Lu sighed and ran a hand through his disheveled hair, eyes curious. “Whatcha listening to?”

☣ ― ☣

After literally catching his breakfast and bleeding it between the brick walls of a dark alleyway, the original vampire walked the streets in search of something to do. Most nights Syd usually had an idea in mind of what that something would be but chose to surprise himself tonight. What he hadn’t expected was for that surprise to lead him to the local record store. Truthfully, Syd didn’t give a single shit about them and had no fucking idea why their popularity had been revived. Record players were a pain in the ass to assemble, their portability was non-existent despite an attempt in the 20s to change that, and the sound was nothing but crackly and muffled garbage. He thought modern technology was far superior to his sensitive ears but he entered the shop anyway.

What the vampire had planned on doing while he was there? Syd hadn’t the slightest idea. For now, he figured he would aimlessly browse the aisle until something better finally came to mind. He didn’t have to wait long though. It was only a few minutes later when that something better appeared to him in the form of disgruntled mumbling. An amused smile crossed Syd’s face as Lucas went on a tirade about vinyls, finding it highly adorable how passionate the hellhound was about music. He guessed it was just another thing that drew him to Lucas. “Other than you ranting? Nothing,” Syd answered with an amused smirk still on his face, hands shoved into the depths of his leather jacket pocket. “Keep going, sweetheart, don’t let me stop you.”

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andy    biersack    ,    he    and    him    ,   male    .    elek    “syd”    kovacs    crossed    the    city    limits    into    saints    :        you    know    ,    the    one    thousand    year    old    (     thirty    )    original    vampire    ,    who    is    told    they    give    off    raise hell    by    dorothy    vibes    .    they've    been    here    for    three months    ,    gracing    the    city    with    their    sadistic    but    preceptive    attitude    .

Full name: Syd Whitechapel

Birthname: Elek Kovacs

Other names: Sydious, The Prince of Chaos, Einár the Bloodthirsty, Lek (family only)

Birthday: December 21st

Species: Original Vampire

Age: 30/1,000+

Gender: Male

Sexual orientation: Bisexual

Occupation: Unemployed, investor on the side

Language: Old Hungarian, Old Norse, Anglo-Saxon, English, and many others

Traits: Moody, obsessive, violent, selfish, possessive, jealous, arrogant, intelligent, charming, dauntless, observant, adventurous, curious, and perceptive

Tw: mentions of child abuse, animal abuse, and murder.

- His childhood was normal like any other at first. Syd was given the love every child needed from their parents and was once close to all his siblings. He was a sweet boy who loved to laugh and was friendly to everyone who he met. However, this changed when eight-year-old Syd fell from a tree he had climbed for fun, landing on his head and causing brain damage. He slipped into a coma for a few days before Syd finally awoke, but the boy everyone knew had died the moment he fell from the tree. His change in personality became more apparent to those around him, including his father. The man had thought he had begun his rebellious phase early so he spent the next several years attempting to beat it out of Syd.

- As the abuse continued, Syd turned to the goddess Tasyn for support and prayed for her to put an end to his father’s beatings but they were never answered. So like any child that learned by example, he turned his anger and frustration on the small animals in their village, torturing and killing them until it calmed the storm within him. It became his only outlet after every beating he received from his father but it only made the older man hit him harder when he eventually caught Syd in the act.

- Syd’s relationship with his entire family started to fade once he entered adolescence. His hatred towards his father led him to bond with a man in their village who took Syd under his wing for all the wrong reasons. It was this man that accepted who he was completely and loved all the behaviors that his father despised. He encouraged Syd’s violent nature, nurtured his sadistic streak, and even taught him the art of homicide. This man was the one Syd believed molded him into the man he is today, the man who he considers to be his real father.

- True freedom came to him the night Tasyn cursed his family. They were supposed to be monsters that would forever roam the earth feeding on others, but Syd saw no such thing. A never-ending life that made him stronger than any other man wasn’t a curse to him but a blessing. He gladly said his goodbyes to the sun, beginning his new life with the murder of his wife. Syd had been forced to marry her despite his disinterest in her and was relieved to finally be free of her, leaving their children in the hands of others. From then on, Syd fully embraced his new abilities and used them to take what he wanted without consequences.

- A few months after the change, Syd disappeared into the night without a goodbye when he finally grew sick of his family. With nothing holding him back, he spent his time traveling and causing havoc wherever his feet landed. It wasn’t until he settled with the Norsemen that he found a place he truly belonged. There was where he would reinvent himself for the first time, shedding his birthname of Elek to Einár before he’d one day become Einár the Bloodthirsty for his love of battle. He remarried for love this time, living with his shieldmaiden wife and growing his wealth through the slave trade until the Viking Age came to an end.

- He returned to traveling once again for the next several centuries, reinventing himself with each one that passed. He lived many lives that took him from the royal courts of Russia all the way to the dark alleys of Whitechapel, England before he found himself in Saints again. Syd had visited many times over the years but hadn’t returned since the 1970s. Now known as Syd Whitechapel (an homage to Sex Pistol’s Sid Vicious and his time in Whitechapel all those years ago), he’s been living in town for the last three months with barely an interest in reuniting with his family.

Personality

He’s a narcissistic sociopath but is unaware of it as he’s never been officially diagnosed. Being raised in an abusive household only exacerbated this and turned Syd into someone who is not only reckless and destructive but manipulative too with no empathy for others. He’s also got a knack for causing chaos and messing with people for fun or simply out of boredom. To make things worse, Syd knows he’s good-looking and uses that as well as his charm to get what he wants from people. However, he can hide all of this whenever he wants to if it’s required to fulfill his own selfish interests.

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