#❝ send in the big guns next time ! don't fuck around ❞「 vampire fight club verse 」

[troublewithvampires-a]

//ignore me

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@modestmuses ​said: 💬 //for whichever muse makes the most sense given the prompt or you can leave it vague idc

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Salvatore is leaning against the railing of the balcony where he stands, lit cigarette perched held loosely in one hand as he stares out at the city below him. It’s a peaceful and quiet night, a harsh contrast to the shouting and chaos from the ring only less than an hour ago.

Tonight, Salvatore had fought another vampire, a scrappy broad with short blonde hair and a nick in her left ear. She’d put up a good fight, put on a good show, but ultimately Salvatore came out on top. It felt good, kicking another bloodsucker’s teeth in, even if none of the damage they inflict on each other is ever permanent or fatal.

After the fight, she’d tried to talk to Salvatore, even invited him to go hunting with her and a few other vampires. It’s something that the other vampires usually do after fights, allowing the adrenaline from punching the shit out of each other to carry into ripping some poor sucker’s throat out. Of course, Salvatore hadn’t replied, just walked away and gone to smoke.

And so here he is, nursing his cigarette alone on a balcony of the condemned apartment building where the fights took place.

Cigarettes, like alcohol, don’t do anything for Salvatore anymore. It’s another one of the many human vices he can no longer indulge in, but he still chooses to regardless. The burning smoke in his dead lungs is almost a comfort, just like the fights are, a reminder that he is, in a way, still alive, even if this isn’t the kind of living he ever would’ve wanted for himself.

He’s interrupted from his musings when he becomes aware of someone else coming out onto the balcony. Even without turning to look, he can smell that the stranger is a human. The thick tang of their blood is strong in the air, and Salvatore has to bite his tongue to keep himself from turning and ripping into them. Thankfully, he’s got a better handle on himself as of late than he used to.

“You must be batshit to be coming around here,” he drawls, not even glancing at the human behind him. “This ain’t exactly the kind of place someone like you should be snoopin’ around.” Salvatore takes a long drag from his cigarette, holding it carefully between two fingers.

After a moment, he breathes out a cloud of smoke and turns his head to look behind him at the human. At a glance, he doesn’t recognize the stranger, a young man with brown hair and tired eyes. Not that that means anything necessarily--he doesn’t know a lot of humans these days.

“You got a death wish or somethin’, kid?” he asks, allowing the human to fully take in his deep red eyes, pointed ears, and the fangs just behind his lips.