#Gwil Vamp

[queensdivas]

A Damned Soul Chapter 4 (A Vamp Gwil Fic)

I’M BACK FROM THE DEAD BITCHES! Yes I have a concussion but I gotta power through it because I love writing and missed writing this book. Also! 39 isn’t dead! I’m bringing it back bitches because I’ve missed writing Pat Murray so badly! 

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The top was down as the warm summer night of warm July was wrapping itself around the car. It felt nice..and it being a very long time since I found myself in America. Not that I don’t mind the states at all, just enjoy a quick visit every once in a while for the kicks of it. Never imagined she would drag me over here..but somehow she managed to wound up over here. 

Stopping at the red light as she began fumbling through the radio station till a familiar guitar riff was beginning to play. John Denver has swept the nation with his new song Country Roads, but Annie's song really hit it home for her that summer to turn out being the song that would play nonstop in the car. 

A very loud Volkswagen van pulled up next to us, rolling down the window as all the smoke from the van came out. I’ve never been high in my life, but the amount of smoke that came from that van would’ve made anyone high. It was so damn strong that I think we got a context high from it. 

“Hey brother. Do you know how to get to Shark Island? We heard that there’s some voodoo lady who can hit us up with more weed!” So how does Voodoo and weed connect? Now I’m curious on where to even find this voodoo. My entire life I’ve been dealing with witchcraft..but voodoo has been something interesting since it’s even older than most witchcraft. 

“Yeah. Actually we’re on our way there to find her ourselves.” Robin told them as they nodded. 

“Alright! Road trip!” They yelled as the light turned green for the van to start driving hard down the road. 

“C’mon. I’m a witch and would enjoy learning about voodoo. If you don’t wanna go we don’t have to.” Shifting into the next gear then flooring the gas pedal. We caught up with the Volkswagen to keep up the same speed, the hippies were screaming at us through the window as Rolling Stones was blasting through their van. 

“Let’s get there before the pot heads.” She encouraged as I let off the accelerator to change into the next gear. Pushing my foot all the way down on the peddle to zoom past the van. Robin cheered as she also turn up the radio. 

“COME A LITTLE BIT CLOSER YOU'RE MY KIND OF MAN! SO BIG AND SO STRONG! COME A LITTLE BIT CLOSER! I’M ALL ALONE AND THE NIGHT IS SO LONG!” She sat up in the car to allow the wind to blow her hair all over the place and her body to be enticed by the music and wind. 

Stopping the car on the roadway that was lit only by a long line of torches down to the large mansion. In the middle of swap island? Why exactly do I get myself thrown in these situations where we end up in the middle of somewhere like back in Transylvania. 

“What do you think? Super spooky?” She giggled as we began going down the driveway slowly. Owls and cicadas were roaring all over the woods as we eventually stopped at the house. The large red doors opened as a very old women dressed in all blue came out of the doorway. She carried a gold cane that smacked onto the ground for the torches around us to become brighter. 

“I presume you’re here for my services?” Her voice carried through the entire property as we climbed out of the car. 

“You may come inside. Shoes off at the door.” It was like watching a ghost floating away, leaving a trail behind her. She grabbed my arm to guide me up the stairs as the humidity of the swamps fell on top of us like a wool blanket. 

Before she started up the stairs to the house to wrap her arms around my neck as I put my hands on her waist. Placing those beautiful lips against mine as my hands gave her waist a little squeeze. Her beautiful brown skin was glowing by the vast amount of fire around us.

“Careful..or the voodoo that we do will tear our souls.” She giggled as she ran up the stairs to start taking off her sandals. Taking off my tennis shoes to see her already walking through the mansion, her fingers grazing over everything in the hallway. Her dark yellow skirt was flowing as we walked to the sitting room to which I was so damn enticed that I forgot to notice she stopped walking. 

“My name is Wislande Janvier. You come seeking answers over a little situation you two are constantly in.” Pouring black pebbles into a tiny circle then a cluster of white feathers in the middle. 

“Situation? What do you mean a situation?” Robin chuckled as the snap of her fingers the white feathers burned into a white smoke. 

“She doesn’t know? Your story is as old as they come, though is slowly disappearing from the world.” Wislande began making the smoke dance in front of her as it danced its way over to Robin. 

“Open your eyes.”

“How come you never changed her?” Hyacinth broke my train of thought from the living room. Fixing my jacket in the mirror as I took one last glance to make sure I looked somewhat decent. Each time I always try to look somewhat presentable even though over the years it's gone from tights...to suits..to now jeans. I very much prefer jeans instead of tights. 

“Don’t think I haven’t tried in the beginning. Each time I even attempt to change her it would end up cause her body to immediately shut down. Like her body just flicks off whenever it hits her vessels. Tried it for the first few times, but it was just so much more painful.” Walking out into the living room to see Hyacinth was sitting on top of the couch licking himself. Oh god stop stop stop! He must’ve known what I was thinking because he looked up..smirked and continued to give himself a bath on my couch. 

“Hyacinth. If you’re going to live in my home then..then we gotta lay some sort of guidelines.” Sighing as I stood above him. God just realizing how big he is sitting on the couch. Think they call him mainecoons or something but regardless of what cat he is! No bathing on my couch!

“But what about the rest of your homes? Because if I could have the house in Montreal or even the one in Aswan that would be quite exquisite. Wait how many places do you have now by this point? Eleven? Twelve? You wouldn’t happen to have one in Alaska or very far north Canada? Do tell so when we fix this sticky situation I can have a nice place to return.” Glad to know that my vast amount of properties across the world is more important than him showing some sort of house manners. Scoffing as I noticed an empty moving box was sitting right next to the table with the tape right on top of the table. Let me try this one more time before I pack his furry arse up. 

“Just..no cleaning yourself up on my furniture..I have a bathroom and you’ve been around long enough to know that it's just weird to do that right in front of me or everyone in general. I imagine in your lifetime you’ve had a vast amount of owners who would let you do whatever you want in their house. But I’m different as you can see. Just no more bathing yourself on my furniture please.” His head came back up to stare directly at me. Raising his paw up to his mouth gradually with those eyes squinting at me. Oh I wish he would! OH I HOPE HE DOES! His tongue sliding against his fur as I nodded, getting up from the ground to nod at his actions. 

“Fine. I’ll give you one of my places! Now..how would you like to be sent there?” Snatching him up by his stomach to keep a tight grip around him so he wouldn’t budge. 

“Hey hey! Let me go you bloodsucker!!” Screaming as I tossed him into the box. Quickly closing the flaps to start taping up the box. 

“You realize that I’m a cat! I love boxes!” He wasn’t moving or trying to jump out of the box. Shocking. Maybe when I’m done taping his arse up he'll start getting ancy. Don’t worry I don’t plan on sending him anywhere. He’ll just be going with me into town so he can start “fixing” my situation. 

“If you were just a regular cat yes! But your human side can’t stand living in a box!” He went silent as I tossed the tape to the side of the room. A few seconds passed as he began scratching the box. 

“Okay you had your fun! Let me out!” Time to go see her. Picking up the now heavy box since this guy is stupidly big for some reason. He began moving around to the box and it almost caused me to drop it. 

“Okay okay! I promise I’ll stop the licking on the couch. Can’t exactly pop into the shower with you and diving into salt water won’t solve the problem! Now let me out!” He was so close to getting out till he screamed at me to let him out. 

“If you’re so old and so wise..why on earth have your manners not developed.” Locking the cottage door to then begin walking towards the car. He was still screaming at me to let him out, but was being drowned up with my humming of some simple John Denver. Though American..he still has some very beautiful songs. 

Throwing him into the passenger seat as I walked over to his side of the car to begin putting the top of the hood up. Yes the sun is going away, but it looks a little more cloudy than I like to have a top down. My playlist was already beginning to play as Hyacinth was hissing in the box. 

“Please no John Denver!” Walking towards the other side of the car to put my side of the hood up. 

“Why? Can’t stand good music?” He was quite till his eyes looked through the handle holes. 

“I just don’t want to cry.” This is for cleaning yourself up on my couch. Turning the dial as he was beginning to meow obnoxiously in the box. Listen to it and wheat bitch! Climbing into the driver side of the car as John began singing through the radio. 

“Screw you Gwil.” He was actually cry!? Glad to know that one thing he can do besides be a pest is to be an amusement by watching him sob to John Denver. Putting the car into reverse as I began turning us around, then beginning to drive down the dirt path to get on the main road. 

“MEEOOOWWW!” Ignore him. 

“MMMMMEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWW!” He’s being a little attention seeker. Just ignore him. 

“MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW!” Nope. Not giving him the stupid satisfaction of annoying me and him getting out of the box. 

“Fine. Two can play at this game bloodsucker!” HE coughed a little then stuck his head out in one of the handle holes. 

“BUT THE COLORADO ROCKY MOUNTAIN HIGH! I’VE SEEN IT RAININ FIRE IN THE SKY! SHADOWS FROM THE STARLIGHT IS SOFTER THAN A LULLABYE!” 

“DON’T YOU DARE INSULT THE MUSIC OF JOHN DONVER!” He wouldn’t! He wouldn’t dare insult the signing of John Denver! 

“ROCKY MOUNTAIN HIGH!” Turning the car sharply to the side of the road then parking it on the side. Ripping open the box to see him with big stupid eyes looking like regret. 

“Fine. You can have the house in Alberta Canada if you stop meowing like alittle twat AND NEVER INSULT THE MUSIC OF JOHN DENVER!” He smiled as he climbed out of the box, kicking it to the floor then getting comfy in the seat. 

“Glad we can come to an agreement. What part in Alberta?” 

“Right on the shore of Eva Lake. Absolutely gorgeous since no one travels that far north. So the air is very refreshing.” He purred as he sunk into the chair as I got back onto the main road. 

Pulling up to the curb as I climbed out of the car with Hyancith falling slowly behind. He kept purring as we got closer and closer to the shop as my fingers began feeling a little numb from the fact of this happening again. 

“Oh my god are you really nervous?” Snapping at me before I could open the door. Is it wrong to be nervous. 

“Well I can’t help it ya know.”

“Open the stupid door you bafone.” He tried jumping on top of my shoulder but I dodged his jump for him to fall on his feet. Shaking his head as he sat back down on his butt. 

“That was rude of you. I was going to hide in your jacket so she wouldn’t notice me.” For someone who calls himself wise..he sure is a dumbass. Like she wouldn’t notice a large bump in my clothing. 

Walking into the store with him poking his head out from the back of my jacket. This was so stupid! The door closed behind us as a woman came out of the back with a wooden crate filled with some sort of jars. 

“What can I help you with?” She began unpacking the crate as I approached her. 

“Ummm..I would like to have a scrying done by..umm..Miss Robin La Torneau? I was planning on getting it done when you were in Highbridge but you two left before I could even give it a shot.” Nervously laughing as I felt Hyacinth shaking his head behind me cause his whiskers were tickling my cheek. 

“She went to buy some fish for dinner, should be back in a few minutes or so. Knowing her she got distracted by some kind of animal or some sort of attraction a person has on the side of the street. Please sit at the table behind the curtain till she gets back.” Nodding as I walked through the curtain to sit down at the table. Hyacinth climbed out of my jacket to walk all over the table trying not to knock over anything. 

The room was egg white that had painted leafs and branches all over the walls and even the ceilings. The only light source in the room was a light that had vines with little lights acting as leafs. It felt so magical oh my god. 

An old blue wardrobe had a bunch of herbs, a collection of different colored candles,  a bunch of small knives, some kind of mixing bowl, and other witchy things were in the wardrobe. I’ve never seen her shop before so decked out in so many different spices, and everything else. 

“Has she always been this witchy? I swear this place looks like something you would see on Pinterest. But an actual witch place. Do you know if she has skulls in a secret closest or even lambs in the back for sacrifices?” What a furry ass hole! 

“A dog? Since when are you into dogs?” Shit! Hyancith looking at the curtain for his fur to start rising. Shit shit! Yanking him from the table to shove him back underneath my jacket. 

“Let me out! I’m going to kill that dog!” He was muffling from my jacket till I zipped it up then smacking the back of it. 

“Don’t say a word otherwise we’re screwed!” Yelling through my teeth as she was moving stuff around in the other room. He was still moving around in the back of my jacket till I leaned back into the chair for him to stop moving. Looking like a fucking hump on my back as she came into the room. 

Her beautiful wild curly hair, her beautiful golden skin was shining with the dimmed lighting in the room. Those beautiful grass green eyes lost in her looking at me..and this dumbass cat on my back. 

She wore a long high waisted red skirt with a black dress shirt that had a little bow tie around the collar. Small black heels were on her feet as she was tapping her foot. Every time we come into contact she gets all nervous and her foot always starts tapping. 

“Good evening sir..ummm. May I ask what kind of reading were you wanting today?” She looked so beautiful so nervous in front of me. 

“No real preference.” Come to think of it..would it be a good idea for her to read my future or anything? Would that cause another sort of body shut down? 

“Figured I’d try something a little different and do some capnomancy..sound okay?” Nodding to her as my thumb as began moving in small circles. She was beginning to gather things from the wardrobe. 

“So I heard that you came all the way from Highbridge to see little old me.” Little old you? 

“Ummm yes.” 

“You’re totally blowing it!” Smacking my back as she spun around to see what happened. Acting natural as if it was her imagination doing the voices. Stupid cat! Causing so many stupid troubles in my life! 

[net-fics-n-chill]

Vampire!Gwil AU concept moodboard. I cant stop, somebody help 🤤🤷‍♀️🦇

[illfoandillfie]

October is around the corner, you know what that means 👀 If you had to choose: Vampire!Gwilym or Vampire!Brian (from any year you prefer)?

oooo spoopy!

I think I gotta go vampire!Gwil tho. Firstly I'm just generally more into Gwil lmao but also I need my vamps to be at least a little dom and honestly bri is just too subby. He's more into getting bit than doing the biting y'know. But Gwil? Oof yes please bite me sir

[jojoreadwhat]

what would it take to think about me any other way? | j.m. x fem!reader

a/n; Hi everyone! Before I get into anything else THANK YOU SOOOO MUCH FOR THE FEEDBACK ON MY LAST IMAGINE!! Like I’m over the moon, I’m feeling so humbled and welcomed by all of you! I can’t wait to give you guys more material! So I thought to show my appreciation, I’d give you some smuuut. Hehehehe, I hope you guys enjoy it! 😉🥰

Ps. I’m sorry for errors and this bad boy is longggg. I will edit it this after seeing Grouplove tonight. See ya babes ❤️

prompt; Fem!Reader and Joe have been best friends since as long as they can remember. Joe also sees you more than just his best friend. He’d love to confess his feelings but there’s just a liiiittle problem... you’re getting married.

words; 3.1k

mentions; Ben Hardy, Rami Malek & Gwilym Lee.

Warnings: feels, strong language, sexual content.

Title inspiration:

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After a long rehearsal dinner and a invitation to a bachelor party that they passed on. Ben, Rami, Gwilym and Joe had a brilliant idea to create a party of their own at their favorite, Rocco’s. To celebrate being in the same place again and finally catch up on missed time.

Rocco’s was your average dive bar and club on the outskirts of LA. Smelling like organic menthols and expensive trendy boozes. Dimly lit with neon lights guiding against exposed bricks and abstracts hanging along side them. Scattered tables, with more space for the people to dance. Ugly stools lining the bar with the traditional mixtures siding new age concoctions on the shelf behind. Fit for the yuppies and balancing out for the ones not so keen on the "hip" crowd tonight.

All the guys held up the bar, each taking turns on buying the next round of drinks. Laughing and carrying on, enjoying the atmosphere. Joe on the other hand, wasn’t paying so much attention to the conversation amongst the guys. Mindlessly turned against the bar, looking out to the crowd. He watched the people living their best lives tonight. All dancing and enjoying themselves. Downing the last sips of his beer. Eyeing some pretty women that had him thinking outrageously of taking one home. But only if they could replace the person running through his thoughts right now.

You.

You’re Joe’s best friend. You guys have been best friends since he had moved from New York to LA for college a few years back. You both attended and crossed paths at USC even with two different majors. Just one conversation about movies at a mutual friends party left you two inseparable since then. You guys practically did everything together. Ate lunch, studied, partied and so on. You two even lived together for a short while before Joe had to move for a film. Even then, you guys stayed in constant contact with each other. The miles didn’t exist in your friendship.

It wasn’t until the films started becoming more frequent for Joe and the extended time away that he realized that he not only missed you. But he was noticing that you were on his mind more ways than being just his friend.

He wanted to tell you so badly. It was always number one on his mind whenever you guys were around each other. To tell you everything he was feeling. He even planned it out to your favorite movie, because you always loved the sweet endings of rom coms.

But his plan was delayed when you invited him to dinner to meet Chris. You looked for approval from Joe before bringing a new person around others. It was important to you to hear him first. Chris was an overall nice, genuine guy Joe thought when he first met him. Attractive, sweet, funny... everything that kept a smile on your face the whole night. A smile Joe wished was for him again, but loved unconditionally. So to continue seeing it, he approved of Chris. With the little selfish thought that it wouldn’t last long. Joe hated himself for that.

Karma reminded him of that months ago over a FaceTime call with you, gushing over your engagement ring to Chris. He felt like his heart was ripped slowly from his chest that whole hour and half. But again, that smile and your happiness kept him quiet.

So now here was Joe. Leaning against a bar, with an empty bottle, checking out women that could never compare to you. On the night before your wedding.

Joe was starring at the floor when Ben snapped him out of it. “Mate, it’s your turn.” He nudged, Joe took a second before registering what was being asked of him. Turning to the bar now and placing his card down. Ben kept staring at him, knowing exactly what was going through Joe’s head.

“You have a few hours left.” Ben spoke quietly. Joe looked at Ben with a dumbfounded look. “I’m not going to do that to Y/N.” He said,

“She’s happy with Chris.” Taking a sip of his fresh bottle. “She doesn’t want me.” Ben knew Joe and knew he was sticking to his words. But he also believe in the possibilities.

“She could be happier too.” Ben said again and Joe knew that was his que to call it a night. Downing his beer faster than his mind could lose all thoughts. Gwil and Rami noticed the sudden change, but Joe didn’t get into it as he excused himself to get a head start on some sleep for tomorrow. Saying goodbye to them all.

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Joe drove home with the windows down. Letting the warm, crisp of the LA night hit his exposed skin and rearrange his dark red locks. He passed your apartment as it was on the way to his house. Your lights were out and you were probably out celebrating your last night with your maiden name. He knew Ben was right, he had a few hours left. That there was a possibility that he could make you happier. But he also believed in reasoning and there was a reason why you were home for him to fuck up everything.

He was arriving home as he crept closer to his driveway. Noticing a figure sitting on his step, trying to make of it but finding no use until he pulled in all the way in. Almost leaving him breathless as he became aware of who it was.

It was you. Standing up slowly as he put his car in park and stepped out. You were dressed differently now from the last time he seen you hours ago at your rehearsal dinner. You were in your jogging attire, which you did before you’d go to sleep. Your Y/H/C hair falling everywhere from the ponytail it was in. And when he got closer to you, he noticed you had been crying from how swollen your eyes were.

“Are you alright?” He asked, silently kicking himself for choosing such a dumb question to start with. He watched as you wiped your cheek with your fingers. Nodding, “Can we talk?” You replied in question, before Joe gestured you to follow him up to the door.

He stayed calm even with feeling like a raging bull to find out what Chris did. But Joe didn’t say a thing. He knew things were not right for you right now. As you followed close behind while he unlocked the door.

Joe apologized for the mess as you both walked in. Looking as Joe turned on the lights leading to the living room.

“Want something to drink?” He asked as you entered the living room, standing in the middle of it as you far from wanting to sit and get comfortable. You shook your head and he obliged, taking a seat on his sofa, “what’s up?” Next he asked, casually.

You placed your hands over your face groaning into them. Feeling all sorts of ways for all the things that you were about to say. Mentally preparing how they would sound in the first place,

“The wedding is off.” You bluntly announced, Joe, who was lounging back on his sofa. Straightened his posture, his brown eyes made daggers as they grew wide. “What happened?” He asked again, “Where’s Chris?” He went on, vamped like he was going to kill him. I shook my head, reassuring that this wasn’t Chris’ fault.

Joe raised his brow, “Then what’s going on?” He spoke, “Is it cold feet?” Which made you chuckle, wiping your face from an escaping tear. “Something like that, I guess.” You exclaimed. Beginning to look at the floor.

You ended things because denying your feelings for Joe had become unbearable. You felt so stupid letting it go for so long, but the rehearsal dinner and him leaving early just pulled a string. You were pretty sure you were going to lose your best friend and possibly the love of your life if you walked the aisle in the morning. That scared you more than anything.

You decided to take a seat next to Joe on the sofa. Feeling his chestnut eyes cutting you like daggers as he waited for you. For the first time feeling nervous to speak to him.

So you sighed, blinking your eyes before moving them up to Joe’s. “I had ideas on what I was going to say to you on my run here.” You began, “but I don’t think none of its going to come out like I want it to.” you added, biting your lip.

“It’s been a scary few months since this has been weighing and the days have been passing and how much of an asshole I’ve been just wasting time.” You started, taking a breath, “At first I just thought it was normal. That it wasn’t anything. That they would pass.” Shaking you head at your concealing. “But it never passed and I was only realizing that I was about to lose what I need.”

Joe just continued to stare, listening to you with his heartbeat going a mile per second. Hoping to fucking god you couldn’t hear it like he did. You looked at him again before meeting the floor, clearing your throat and preparing for what you’ve been wanting to say this whole time.

“So here it goes,” you continued. Closing your eyes, “I have feelings for you, Joe.” You confessed, then. Placing your hands on your knees as you felt yourself start to shake. Feeling relieved but terrified all in one. More horrid when Joe didn’t move, or say anything and you seen everything you’ve been through with him flash like life would.

It made you panic, the silence as it grew longer. You stood up fast, shaking your head to yourself. “This night is turning into a disaster. I-I’m so sorry.” You stuttered, about to make a getaway to Joe’s door. But you were so caught up in your rambling thoughts, you didn’t notice Joe’s immediate action when he grabbed your arm. Spinning you and crashing his lips upon yours.

You didn’t move for a moment, stuck in your mind until you realized what was happening. Joe’s wrapping around you, deepening the kiss. Yours moving swiftly in time around his neck and your lips beginning to move against his. Your fingers lost in dark auburn hair. You felt like you were dreaming.

Joe pulled away gently, coming up for air. Snapping you back into reality as you opened your eyes slow. You met his sweet smile, feeling his hand caress your cheek as he leaned down to pepper more kisses to your lips and face. Causing your heart to beat astronomically, leaving you smiling.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do that.” Joe spoke, moving the hair from your face. “What’s been going through my mind for the last 24 hours.” Adding, “I was set to lose you, Y/N.” He confessed, noticing the tears about to fall over the brim of his eyes. You shook your head, bringing him into a embrace.

“You have me. All of me.” You said, softly. “Always.” Kissing the skin between his neck and shoulder. You both stood like that for minute before he pulled away, leaning down to kiss you again. This one feeling different than the last, needy, eager and intense all wrapped in one. As he grazed his tongue along your bottom lip, asking for entry.

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It picked up from there and so were you. Joe wrapped you around his waist, holding you as he took you through the hall and to his bedroom. Laying you down carefully, like you were porcelain, onto his bed. Spreading your legs as he made room for himself to hover over you. Prolonging the kisses and letting them discover you. From your lips to your jaw and down your neck, like he already knew what made you tick as you hummed into them.

Your hands resting on his neck and then on his back. Moving the fabric up to discard him of his shirt. You had thoughts like this about Joe often, feeling bashful about them before this. It was like you two had done this together before. How relaxed and comfortable you were.

Joe paused, letting you help him out of his shirt and throw it behind. His hands meeting the exposed skin of your stomach, letting him move your shirt up and over his body. Leading to him leeching onto the new areas of skin. Kissing trails over your collarbones, your lightly exposed breasts and feathering kisses under the band of your bra. Giggling as it tickled a bit. Joe then reached behind you, unclasping your lilac colored bra. You hissed, delightfully as the cold sharply met your tender breasts. Turning into a moan immediately when Joe mouth took them upon themselves. Kissing, sucking, x’s and o’s over all the sensitivity. Your hands tangled into Joe’s locks as he kept looking up at you. Smiling, embedding this picture of you in brain as you looked beautiful as ever.

He then trailed his lips down again towards the waistband of your leggings, lapping his fingers until it as he began to discard them off you. Leaving you in your panties before him and he could see how wet you were through them. Over the moon that this was happening, that he caused this of you as thought about it for ages.

“Please, Joe.” You pleaded. As he was inches away from your heat. He wanted to toy but the way that his name sounded falling off your lips. He wanted to hear it again. Joe trailed his lips on insides of your thighs, coming close to damp fabric over your heat. You gasped when his thumb found the middle, swiping down slowly through your folds. Feeling how wet you were now.

He then took a hold of the band of your panties, slipping them off and leaving you meet the cool air. You moaned, lightly. Feeling completely exposed and so ready for what Joe was going to do.

Joe began shortly after, kissing your mound lightly before his tongue moved through your folds. Finding your clit and making you a moaning mess. Your hips bucked eagerly as he worked you, wrapping his arms around your bottom half to keep you in place. Your fingers lost in his hair. Pleading for Joe not to stop echoed throughout his room.

You were beginning to feel the knot forming in the pit of your stomach as your orgasm as approaching vastly. But you didn’t want to it yet, not without him. “Joe, baby.” Barely being recognizable from your lips. “I-I need you to–stop.” You breathed, Joe finally coming to his senses as you were trying to grab his attention.

He crawled up to you immediately, “Did I-” you shook your head, placing your hand on his face. Giving him a soft peck, before meeting the pillow again.

“I need you.” You simply explained, Joe relaxed then. Smirking before he leaned down and kissed you again, deeply. You let your hands trail down his slender chest till you reached the buckle of his belt. Feeling his cock pressing against the restricting fabric as you palmed him, falling to pieces as he groaned against your neck now.

Joe backed up off the bed, you followed leaning up on your elbows as you watched him. Hearing the zippers and buttons of his jeans hit the floor. Feeling giddy like teenagers on their try, your cheeks getting red when he was left in boxers, to only get hotter as he took them off and his cock sprung free. Biting your lip at the sight. You crawled to the end of the bed, ready to take care of him as you reached. But Joe stopped you, clasping his hand into yours.

“No, baby.” He said, “I need to feel you.” He confessed. Bringing your hand to his mouth and kissing it and down your arm. You smiled, enthralled by all of this. This moment. You still felt like you were cloud 9, none of it felt real as you were in a dream state right now.

You followed Joe’s lead as he helped you lay back down. As he positioned himself between your legs, kissing you as he lined himself with you. One hand on your hip, the other on the side of your head. He thrusted in slowly, his eyes never leaving your face as you gasped from his size.

He waited for you to adjust to him, kissing your sweet spots till you gave him the go. Slowly pulling out and pushing back in a few times till your discomfort turned into moans hitting against the walls. You brought him down to you, kissing him hard before pulling away. His forehead leaning against yours and his eyes closed as he took you both to where you need to be. His name becoming sing song off your lips, telling him how good he was making you feel. Joe’s moans were what was bringing you closer. The way he looked above you was a sight for sore eyes. Your hands meeting his face and shoulders, around his neck and back again. Watching his body contract as he snapped his hips into yours.

“You look so beautiful” You whimpered as you watched him. He made a cross sound between a laugh and moan, his cheeks flustered now, kissing you heavy, “Fuck, I love you so much. So so much.” He stuttered, picking up his speed erratically. Making you aware he was close like you.

That familiar knot started forming again, like water beginning to boil at the pit of your stomach. “I’m so close” you breathed, then. Feeling yourself growing closer as your back began to rise off the mattress. Joe noticed, wrapping his arms around you and adjusting you both till you straddled his lap. The change shocked you, causing you to get louder. Joe watched your body collide beautifully together, before looking at you.

He got close to your ear, “Come with me, Y/N” He said, resting his forehead to yours, watching you. Before moving that hand again to your clit, helping you. As he thrusted up into you and grinded back to him.

Soon your orgasm broke free, your body beginning to tremble and profanities you didn’t even know exist fell from your lips with Joe’s name. Joe a second later met his, helping you both ride out the euphoric moment. Attaching his lips to yours in need before laying back down on the bed, still wrapped up in you.

He had both of his arms at each side of your head, moving your scattered hair from your pretty face. Your hands running up his back softly as you took each other in. Without any word as you both waited to cool off, staying like this. Meant to be.

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So we got a lot about Ben and his backstory here and I am loving all the info. It really helps to understand more about his personality and what makes him tick. The vibe I’m getting is that Larkin wanted Ben in his arsenal because Ben does what he is told and doesn’t ask questions. That’s what soldiers do: they follow orders without question. Without thinking of the fallout. Without considering the consequences. Perhaps he is the one who punished the covens for Larkin. Whatever he did, it and Larkin have certainly left Ben traumatized. “He’ll make me come back” he thinks as he wakes up from his nightmares. That’s some serious stuff. I am definitely afraid of something that scares a vampire so much that he has nightmares. Woof. In this chapter we see Ben beginning to relax a bit. To come out of his shell and let his guard down. That is so sweet (because he deserves to be happy) and so scary because when he lets his guard down is when Larkin is gonna strike. He already has Liesl spying on Baby Swan. Which I don’t quite understand. Gwil says that it’s not really a problem that the two humans know about them, so why Liesl appears to be just following bbs (Baby Swan) is odd. Maybe she’s watching everyone and we just don’t see that. Or could it be that Ben has a soft spot for bbs that Larkin will exploit to bring Ben back? As I was typing that last sentence I remembered how her blood calls to him and I got a sick feeling in my stomach. He’s gonna use bbs and her super yummy blood to force Ben back into his service. Larkin “sees through people to what they want most, what they fear and can make them do things.” Oooooh I don’t like where this is going. Lies. I love this. I love everything about it. I want to live in this world. Gwil and Mercy as my vampire parents? Sign me up! One last thought, I find it odd that bbs hasn’t realized that while Lucy can’t see her future, she can see Joe’s and that is why they all knew she was coming. How Lucy knew to have a dress ready. Come on bbs, you need to be smarter than that if you’re gonna run with vamps.

Eccentricity [Chapter 7: See, I’m In Love With How Your Soul’s A Mix Of Chaos And Art]

Series Summary: Joe Mazzello is a nice guy with a weird family. A VERY weird family. They have a secret, and you have a choice to make. Potentially a better love story than Twilight.

Chapter Title Is A Lyric From: Outnumbered by Dermot Kennedy.

Chapter Warnings: Language, references to sex and violence, historical warfare, a wild title reference appears!

Word Count: 9.6k. She chonky. 

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Benjamin

I still dream about it.

When I do, it’s quiet in the trenches. It’s dry, the autumn air brisk and almost still, my calloused fingerprints rasping against the pages of my copy of James Joyce’s Dubliners; it’s not great, to be completely honest, but we share all the books our parents send to us and it’s my turn to have Dubliners. Arthur is flipping through a volume of ghost stories that was mine last week, his knots of red hair fluttering in the barely-there breeze, his back against the dirt wall, his milk-white freckled forehead crinkled thoughtfully. Harry is reading The Wonderful Wizard Of Oz. Tommy and Frank are watching the line. Walter and Preston are heating tea in a dented metal pan over a small open flame, laughing and smoking cigarettes and making plans for when the war is over and they go home to take advantage of all those sad, lonely girls who lost their unlucky beaus in the fighting.

I don’t say anything, but I don’t think we’re going home anytime soon. I’ve been here longer than the rest of them. I was never especially good at anything in school: I couldn’t play piano, I hated making speeches, my handwriting drove my teachers mad, my hair never stayed neat, math was a goddamn nightmare. But as it turns out, I’m pretty good at this whole soldiering thing. I have steady hands, quick feet, sharp eyes; I can make a shot from 500 meters on a clear day like this one. And I can read people. When the warrant officer is jumpy because he got word that the Germans might be coming over the top, I can tell. When the kid next to me is about to implode under the stress of it all, I know to move down the line and find someone who will have my back. You can’t save everyone, that’s the first lesson I learned here; but you can sometimes save yourself.

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gwil: vampire

joe: soft demon bc why not i love this bitch

ben: a sickass werewolf jock!!!

rami: vamp boy,,,

allen: incubus bc why not

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A Damned Soul Chapter 3 (A Gwil Vamp Fic)

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Flipping the sign then unlocking the front door to the shop to see a few teenage girls were waiting outside. Stepping away from the door to let them into the shop. Looking around, giggling a little then head over to the home made candles. 

“Is there a specific candle you would like?” Asking them as they began sniffing through almost all of them. Breathing in the ones that cast out...and the ones that bring in bad spirits. Yes this is what happens when you don’t read the signs that clearly say don’t smell the candles…

“So which one will make my ex boyfriend suffer for cheating on me?” One of them asked as I pointed to the light pink one. 

“Light about four of those, then if you happen to have some sort of clothing belonging to him. You will burn each piece of clothing with the candle. For the incantation. Tsk tsk..” Walking over to the middle shelf to climb up the ladder. F...F...F… Falkers! Sliding down as I walked them over to the table for them to crowd around me. Skimming through the chapters of the book trying to remember where exactly it was in the book. Bingo!! 

Flipping through then seeing the spell written in Latin. The girls were upset for a moment till I started translating from Latin to English for them. Then the steps that go along with the entire spell. 

“Now follow these steps in this exact order so it’ll work. When it comes to the incarnation you have to say it slowly and clearly. Also make sure that it’s only you in the room and possibly the entire house since this is a dark spell. When it comes to dark spells there’s a possibility for a negative feedback to you and in the house. Figured I’d let you know before we finalize this.” 

“What sort of negative feedback? I’m still doing this no matter what.” Walking over to the tablet to see her digging into her purse for money. 

“Possibly a bad spirit that you conjured to go after him could appear for a few minutes, a nasty headache, and even some sort of weird rash on your neck. Nothing too extreme.” She slapped her money on the table as the rest of the girls were in shock that she was going through it. Taking the candles and the incantation to leave the store. 

If it’s one thing Madame Rouge taught us is that everyone has the right to try to wield magic and practice spells. If they want to then let them try. But guide them so they don’t screw up the spell to cause some kind of trouble. So if she accidentally summons a demon because she wanted to cause trouble on her ex. All on her. 

The door opened again as our main delivery man Charlies came into the store with his metal clipboard in hand. Charlie has been our main delivery man for almost everything under the sun. And we got in our supplies of something new I’ve been wanting to try for a while! 

“Morning Charlie!” He took off his baseball cap as I began signing all the paperwork he had for me. Our hands just barely grazing against each other as some sort of film real appeared in my vision. 

The drums were roaring deep as a tigers growl as the dancers flew around the large bonfire. Their chants louder than the drums playing themselves. The shadows of the dancers were telling some sort of story that I must see..

“Morning Nieve! How’s the new store coming along?” Blinking a few times as Charlie was beginning to talk to Nieve who was bringing down some blueberry buns. I finished singing the paperwork then handing the clipboard to Nieve so she could sign as well. That was kind of strange. 

Usually Nieve handles the inventory of the store except this time I...I wanted to try something new. I’ve been working on some remedies from ancient remedies used by the Aztecs. According to certain texts that I’ve acquired by some freak miracle..they would use cocoa beans and frangipani to create some sort of ecstasy smoke to bring out the romance. Not exactly what I would recommend but since these readings and evidence say it works..it’s supposed to work. 

“How many cocoa beans did you buy Robin?” Four crates came rolling into the store as Nieve was reading through the list of what we all bought. My eyes following the box then beginning to count on my fingers. 

“Just enough to see if this little trick will work.” I shouldn’t be proud but I am because it’s my money as well. 

“Five wooden crates full of cocoa beans!? Not to mention four crates full of frangipani...two full of Cinchona pubescens, and three of them being dumb cane.” Might have gotten wine drunk a few weeks ago when we were planning to move up here.

“Robin! Did you get wine drunk again!?” Charlie put the crates down in front of the counter then went back out to his truck to grab the rest of the crates. 

“We need this stuff anyhow Nieve..” Now it’s like I’m being scolded..

“Since when do we need three crates of dumb cane anyhow!? Shit this is why no wine in the house! Just like you don’t let me drink vodka and lemonade because I accidentally made the village priest in the previous..previous town do a line dance. Now let me sort this out while you go down to the pier to fetch us some dinner. I’m really craving some sort of fish dinner.” Reaching my hand out for my purse to come from behind the counter then my green army jacket flew from the coat rack onto my shoulders. 

“Any particular side dish you want?” Asking her as I put my arms through the sleeves of the jacket as she opened the first crate full of cocoa beans. 

“Potatoes?” Nodding as I walked out of the shop then down the street towards the docks if I remember correctly. 

To think Nieve have come this far in our lives still blows my mind. Figured we’d eventually find a place to finally settle down like how I want to eventually. But knowing Nieve who takes Madame Rouges post living instructions to the last period. Not saying it’s wrong or anything..but I would kind of like to stay in one place for more than two or three years..heck staying in Highbridge was almost less than two years. It might just be me being absolutely selfish..but just..not sure at the moment. Should be focusing on literally everything else at the moment instead of how I feel about this.

Making it to the docks to see the vast amount of fisherman coming into the docks with their catches of the day. Looks good from a distance I think. Not much of a fish person and never understand how people say “it taste like chicken.” Since when does fish taste like ch THERE'S SOMETHING SNIFFING MY BUTT! Looking down to see a mop sniffing my butt? It’s a dog… kneeling down to see that she was covered head to toe with beautiful white dreads with mud all over herself. Looking around her neck for some sort of collar. 

“Well hello..exactly what kind of dog are you?” She sat down as I began digging my fingers through her hair then beginning to scratch behind her ears. So far no one has come running after to fetch her.

“Do you have a name?” No response. Hmmmm. Gitta is a pretty name for her. 

“I dub the Gitta. Just have to figure out what kind of dog you are. Come then Gitta.” Barking as I got back up for us to start walking towards the docks. She walked a little ahead of me as I began walking past some of the stalls. 

A vast amount of different fish were all over and it took me a little by surprise. I had no idea the North Sea was just filled with these fish. Gitta stopped in front of the stall that had large Atlantic Cod’s hanging and sitting in ice. Cod should just do the trick for tonight! 

“Are ya new to Balmedie?” The fisherman asked as I was beginning to dig through my purse for my money. 

“Yes. Just moved here from Highbridge.” C’mon! Don’t tell me I left my money at home! Damn damn damn! Plopping my bag down to the table as I continued to dig through my bag.  

“You own the new shop don’t ya? The one that used to be the old library?” Nodding as I found the pounds at the bottom of my purse. Quickly counting through how much I have. The exact amount hopefully!

“How much for those two?” Pointing at the large but not too large cods. 

“Eight pounds each. But for a pretty lass that you are, I’ll charge ya only five per one.” Wow..weird..but nice I guess. Pulling out my pounds as I handed it to them with his eyes diverting down to Gitta. Smiling at her as she was beginning to wag her tail at him.  

“She finally found herself an owner.” Chuckling as he grabbed the fish I picked out to put them in a box that had some ice in it to keep them cool. My nails began scratching the top of Gitta’s head. Her tail smacking against the ground as she entered complete ecstasy. 

“So she doesn't belong to anyone? I was so worried that if I took her home with me today, some angry dog owner was going to come after me.” Handing me the box as I held out my hand for him to give me my change. 

“Nope. Has been wandering here since she was a pup with her old owner. A good guy who decided to go fishing when a storm was about to abrupt. Never seen or returned here again. She comes around all the time during this hour of the day just waiting for him to role in. Many have tried to take her home but she wouldn’t walk away with anyone.” Aww..so sad. Poor baby! He handed her a piece of his jerky as she chomped it down quickly. 

“Well..hopefully she’ll like my home. If not then she’ll be back here again. Thank you for the fish.” 

“Will I be seeing you around more?” My throat went dry as he had a large smile on his face. 

“I’ll be back for more fish definitely Mr…” 

“Call me Lewis. I’m here every day other than Tuesdays.” Tuesdays? He’s kind of cute I guess. Not your typical fisherman since he didn’t appear all scruffy, angry, or even covered head to toe in blood. Or it was the fact he wanted to look decent when selling fish. 

“Robin. I’ll definitely need to stop by then on Tuesdays.” Shaking his hand when in an instant a film reel rapidly played again like before with Charles..

Gowns flowing around the dance floor as two palms were lightly touching each other. Their gazes never meeting as her eyes began focusing on a man in the crowd..

“You alright there?” Stinging as the box slipped from my hands., black spots began appearing in my eyes as I nodded to his question. Yup. That was just..spooky. Picking up the box from the ground as Gitta and I began walking to the other stalls. We need potatoes, carrots, and maybe some sort of dessert? I don’t feel like cooking all that so fish, potatoes, and carrots it is! 

Rounding the corner of the church to see the shop only two more blocks away. A priest came out of the church with a group of people walking down the steps. Gitta moved closer to me as the crowd created a pathway for me to walk through. A brush of someone’s skin hit my as the reel began playing again.. 

“Burn her! Burn her!” They screamed as the flames began to engulf my feet. 

Black dots began appearing in my eyesight with my brain feeling like it was going to pop out of my noggin! Ow ow ow ow! Stopping in my tracks so I wouldn’t possibly pass out or drop dinner. It has to be just from not drinking enough water or something. Dehydration is never fun! 

Making it back to the shop to see Nieve working on the window display. Waving to her as she got out of the display to then opened the front door for me. Letting me walk in as Gitta stayed outside in the doorway. 

“A dog? Since when are you into dogs?” Snapping my fingers for her to not come in the shop. 

“Since she came up to me. C’mon girl.” Snapping one last time but she wouldn’t budge one budge. Nieve then clapped her hands for her to then run in and crawl right next to the empty fireplace. God this day keeps getting more and more strange..

“Hey Nieve..mind if I touch you?” That sentence made me cringe so badly. 

“Let me take a step. Okat so whenever I’ve come into contact with someone whether it be a brush of a hand or even giving someone a handshake. It’s like a quick snippet of either a past memory..recent activity..can’t make heads or tails of it.” She grabbed the box of fish and potatoes for her to stop dead in her tracks. 

“Speaking of seeing things. There’s a customer in the room wanting some sort of reading and figured I’d make dinner if you’d do his reading. He said he heard of you when we were in Highbridge but didn’t get the chance to come and do a reading.” Highbridge? A stranger drove like ten hours away all the way up here for some reading? 

Walking into the room where he sat in his chair...taken aback by this man who was graced with such handsomeness? Yes. Handsomeness. Just don’t blush or be stupid with his reading. Wait..wait what kind of reading did he want? 

“Good evening sir..ummm. May I ask what kind of reading you were wanting today?” His eyes were blue and gray yet sparkling as if the sun was rising onto the North Sea. 

“No real preference.” No real preference..how lovely..how so lovely. 

“Figured I’d try to something a little different and do some Capnomancy ..sound okay?” He nodded with his thumbs moving in small circles. 

“So I heard that you came all the way from Highbridge to see little old me?” I began wrapping the cedar twigs together. 

“Umm yes.” 

“You’re totally blowing it.” Someone spoke out then a slap came out of nowhere. But he was acting calm when I turned. What the bloody hell is going? 

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A Damned Soul Chapter 2 (A Gwil Fan Fic)

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He viewed the world as the first cinematograph when he would be walking around this mortal world. The people in constant motion, the quality of viewing, and even trying to add the old piano music along for the ride. It was the only thing that was keeping him sane before walking into a church to drown himself in holy water. 

Fixing his black gloves as the coat man took his cloak off the from the hanger. He placed his dark purple hat on top of his head then prepared himself for the walk out to start his day. Breakfast was on his mind Walking out to the cool evening as the world changed into the fast moving of what he saw. 

Till his eyes drifted to her..is when the reality of how the world looks would come back to his sight. Hundreds of times he’s witnessed this moment...words still manage to fall short in this instance. It was how she carried herself around the world when he would see her. Always walking with a destination to go..strong footsteps..not light like some kind of fae.

To him..she was an absolute Goddess…

She walked down the street with a basket full of pastries to take home with her which I’m assuming was her little herb shop down the street from my home. Till a bum came running behind her, pushing her down and snatching her basket. 

“Thank you for the free pastries! You bitch!” He screamed as I held my cane up to hit him on his leg, collapsing before me and basically rolling all over the sidewalk in pain. Grabbing the basket from the ground as she dusted off her dress then smiling as I handed her basket back to her. 

“Ummm..thank you Sir Lee.” Her eyes always looked down when we would first come into contact. But never doing the lifting of the chin so we could meet. It was seeing her standing before me in embarrassment or even humility. 

The sunset was causing a little sunburned was beginning form which was time for me to get into the next building. Tipping my hat to her as I moved swiftly past her but her eyes lingering as they always do after we first meet.. 

“Wait..Sir Lee..if it’s not too much of a burden..may I ask… Oh never mind you look like in a hurry.” 

“No please..your want is my command.” She gulped as she hid her face again from me..I don’t mean to frighten her. Just these precious moments seem to fly by so damn quickly. 

“I know it’s not far..but will you please walk me home..if it’s out of your way then never mind. Oh never mind you’re too busy!” She scurried off before I could even give her my answer..which will always be yes.... 

When it comes to the sunlight and vampires. It is your enemy yes..but you won’t burst into a pile ashes with being in it. Eventually they become a little resistant to it so going outside to the world with the sun won't kill them. It’ll hurt a little bit at first so basically it’s like they’re getting a very bad sunburn. Luckily for Gwil. He’d been alive since the 7th century so the sun hadn’t been a major issue to keep himself alive. Still hurts after a little bit. 

In his bright red 63’ Corvette Stingray which stuck out like a sore thumb, traveling up along the coast in the strong winds of the night traveling along with him. He was determined that this would be the last time..or would just stay outside on the sunniest day of the year.

Parking at the cottage as the sun was already setting creating a gorgeous orange backdrop of what he would be viewing for when he wakes up from his slumber. The realtor came out of the cottage with her perky smile on her face and a large yellow folder for all the paperwork he has to sign. 

“Mr. Lee! It’s truly a pleasure doing business with you!” She shook my hand with her eyes trailing up and down my body. I can’t tell you how many damn times these women just keep staring at me like I’m some sort of eye candy to them. Quite revolting.

“Now you’re more than welcome to walk around to see how the movers got everything put together and ready to go.” This isn’t the first home I’ve had to buy over the millennials. Usually my home has been a castle, some large mansion, and large flat on a square. 

Sitting on top of the hill the cottage sat that was a pearl white color but was also a little into the hill so the top would be covered in grass. Keeps a nice natural temperature for the house. My new home was a little smaller than most of the grand places I’ve lived before. As in it’s not a castle, a mansion, or even large flat on the square. It had a living room, a bedroom that is pitch black..for obvious reasons. No kitchen which makes the living room much larger. Then of course a bathroom. 

“Now regarding the whole no kitchen. I can always expand the cottage for some room for a tiny little kitc.

“No kitchen needed. I plan on doing most of my cooking outside so to enjoy the view.” Lying to her as she nodded then placed the paperwork I needed to finish signing on the living room table. Scribbling down my signature on the lines so I could get this woman out of my hair. I’ve got things to start working on before tomorrow evening when she should be shopping for the catch of the day. 

“Please doing business with you mam and I hope we can do business again.” Practically shoving her out of the cottage then locking the door tightly. Might as well get some rest before I go grab some dinner.

The curtains were shut all over the living room of the cottage as I walked over to the record player. Usually some very light chants get me to fall asleep after a move such as this. Pressing the play button as the house was beginning to fill with beautiful music. 

IF it’s one thing I miss about the 13th century was the vast amount of chants that were sung all Sundays. Thought entering a church would practically be a death sentence for myself..walking by them in the early mornings after a night of hunting was always pleasurable. 

Entering into the bedroom to see a very large cat sitting in the middle of my bed. His tail softly moving on top of the covers, those very yellow green eyes were staring directly at me..as if he was planning on pouncing at any moment. Cats in this world are very interesting. The whole “cats have nine lives” is very real and to the point some cats have been with me for a very long time...all annoying with their meows and purs. 

“Look. As much as I love cats and all the so called happiness you bring to this world. I would prefer not to have you in my home. So c’mon.” Standing at the edge of the bed but he wasn’t moving an inch..stubborn feline! 

“Alright then you stubborn feline.” My hands reaching down to him as he began squinting at me. 

“Call me a feline again..I dare you ya bloody blood sucker!” Did...did he just talk…? That’s so damn impossible! I must be tired and a little bit of a headache most likely because I’m hungry! 

“Shocked to see a feline talking to you?” 

“HOLY SHIT!” Falling to the floor as I backed myself to the dresser! Stopping so that he wouldn’t pounce at me to scratch my eyes out!

“How the!?! What the!?” 

“Your really going to question why I’m talking? We live in a world with vampires, witches, and other mythical creatures. Is a talking cat really so bizarre that you threw yourself against the dresser?” He had a thick American accent which stung like a viper somehow! Still sitting on top of my bed but closer to the edge so we could have some sort of eye contact. 

“If I say yes...I get the feeling you’ll scratch my eyes out.” He sat in the middle of my legs. His ears pointed straight up as I tried to get this entire situation in my head. Like I said..I’ve had cats follow me around..but none of them have ever had some sort of conversation! 

“So you’re a talking cat...and you’re bothering me because…?” 

“I’ve heard of you before. You’re very famous for your tragic story. To some fellow immortals your story makes even Elvis Presley sad.” Elvis is alive? 

“Elvis is alive? I thought he died in 1970 or something…?” Rolling his eyes as he got down from the bed and even appeared bigger than what he was on the bed. His grey fur was very fluffy and his paws were massive for a cat. 

“You’re missing the point you idiot! Those of us who have been wandering this world since the beginning have seen heart aches and the destruction. But you..oh boy have you inspired the masses.” For an American cat his vocabulary is better than what I thought it would be. 

“So you’re bothering me because I inspired the masses?” 

“Nope. I’m here to help your dumbass because after watching this fail countless times..it’s now just utterly depressing.” This cat is making me feel absolutely stupid! A stupid cat is making me feel so god damn stupid! 

“You may call me Hyacinth! That’s what my last owner called me and I’ve liked the way it sounds. Now I’ve got to grab some dinner and your stomach growling is flooding my ears. So let’s go find some sort of grub!” Prancing off into the living room as I stayed there in shock. His head poking back into the room with annoyance written all over his face. 

Opening the door as he walked out to the front porch, looking around the coast before us. I’m feeling elk. DO you think I go running around eating whatever virgin blood is available? I got tired of human blood around the 14th century...mostly because that nasty plague.

We started walking along the coast in silence..trying to read each other’s thoughts, emotions, and not wanting to attack each other. He doesn’t plan on staying around does he? I need to get on with my life and this cat will get in the way with it! 

“So..Hyacinth. I know you said you’re here to help...but why and how do you plan on helping me?” We stopped walking as he entered the water a little then began searching for some sort of fish. 

“Like I said. Some of us have had enough of what happens. You think you’re alone in this world..but you’re not the only ones who’ve been completely thrown under the bus. We figured if we start with you..eventually we can all finally have some sort of peace in our lives. A spark has to..” He stopped to dive his head down then pulled out a tiny fish in his mouth. 

Their pools of blood crept into my nose with my eyes turning dark red. They’re so close..small animals have been doing the trick..but they’re so..juicy! A white cloudy trail appeared before me that would lead me to those Elk! I could distinctly hear their calm heart beats which was like hearing Beethovens symphony’s for the time! Loud! And so damn desirable! 

Squatting on the rock from a short distance to see their blood vessels flowing through each of their bodies. Which one was diseased, weak, pregnant, and the healthiest. My tongue grazing against my lips, my fangs beginning to grow from hunger. It's been so long since I’ve been fully filled..

It’s come down to the point where drinking human blood is just gross. Most humans blood these days are filled with so much damn sugar, diseases, drugs, and even to much damn coffee. But animal blood..no..wild animal blood that live on the richness of nature it was fuels me now. Mostly small animals..since I’ve been living in areas where Elk just don’t come to live in your backyard. 

Hyacinth wandered over to where I was drowning myself in my delectable meal. Once finished, he sat down next to me as I sat up. Licking the blood off my lips then beginning to clean myself up. 

“As she ever seen your true form?” Catching my breath as he looked up at me. 

“Yes..every time. She never cowards away..”

“I think I’m beginning to hatch a scheme for us. Oh yes..it’s all coming together.”