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[fenrir77]

[F] Vampire Transformation Posepack

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[lilliam-thomdet]

Here's a vampire I drew during Halloween time! (His name is Hemon, and he was vampirized in the 15th century west of the Paris region. Since then, he's been living with his master Amaury in an old castle near a small town, and they haven't quite figured out that this is the 21st century.)

[the-scarlet-manor]

HELLO TO ALL!

Hello everybody! I'm Julius (the author of this introductory blog). I'm currently writing a story called The Scarlet Manor with my writing partner and major author of the project The Scarlet Manor. It's been in the works for several months now and the progress we've had so far has been more than enough to officialize a start of the Alpha stage of The Scarlet Manor and share our writing journey with everyone! Mostly so we don't feel like we're writing alone :3 This project is something that matters so much to me as someone who's written his fair share of fictional works. My works are moreso on the whimsical and unstructured side so working on TSM with a writing partner is really cool! So this won't be an introductory page to TSM yet - but an introductory page of me.

I'm Julius / Ares / Ceasar (whatever name helps!) I'm a 17 year old transmasc Filipino who's currently taking 11th grade in humanities (And Currently Dying.) I'm on the spectrum & I have ADHD (as will most of my OCs.) I'm really souped in structure and I'm extremely normal about a lot writing themes that tackle dehumanization, healing, and catalysts/birth. I like being silly and being smart and you can always expect me to go off the rails normal about a lot of things I love. I value love, culture and humanity and think a lot about doing what's right. I think the world needs a more kindness, peace, and generosity. I'm extremely normal over this project and I want to see it grow into something me and Azee can be proud of. And that's basically it!!!

Thank you for reading and thank you for allowing me to give you my time!!!! :D

[marshmyers]

A new omnibus collecting volumes sixteen, seventeen, and eighteen of the Vampire Hunter D horror novel series!

The hunt continues in the bizarre far future of 12,090 A.D, where the immortal vampire lords who were the only winners of mankind's nuclear war still oppress the human survivors who have pushed the blood-drinking fiends back to the lawless Frontier. Yet humanity too remains as quick as ever to prey upon itself, and where the law can't bring safety or justice, the crescent blade of D will--assuming you meet the half-vampire wanderer's price!

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[badbraincake]

Trial by Fire

I usually post my writing on Wattpad but I decided to try something a little different. Honestly, I'm just putting my work out there for fun lol.

wordcount: I can't remember but it sure is a lot (for me)

warnings: gore, fire, lightly edited

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The flames remind me of summer so I close my eyes. I remember the sweat on our foreheads and the mosquitos floating around the lake. Wilnobia and I floated side by side, lost in conversation. Saris came crashing down from a nearby tree. The wave from his cannonball dispersed water into heavy drops of rain. We paddled after him, cornered him in a patch of reeds, and splashed him until we laughed so hard we couldn’t breathe. 

“Alright, alright!” Saris sloshed ahead of us towards our circle of logs. It was our spot, the one we had built before we officially called it ours. All we wanted was a place to be together before we got too old to see each other. It felt as if we had more time than we did. Those days of youth and peace would be over soon. 

The sun had faded out beyond the trees and the cicadas buzzed in the tall grass. Wilnobia and I huddled together in wet clothes while Saris fought the fire. Wil and I had offered to help but he carried on saying, “I’m older.” As if being born minutes before me was somehow a significant difference. “Besides, I’m a tower guard now. I should at least know how to start a fire.” 

It should’ve hurt more watching my twin brother go ahead and achieve guardianship while I remained a trainee. People expected me to be jealous of him. Realistically, they should’ve kicked me out of the program ages ago after all the things I failed to learn. Still, they kept me out of pity, I assume. Who would refuse to train the child of two missing prodigal hunters? It wouldn’t just be stupid in terms of morale, it would be cruel to deny me that birthright. But I couldn’t share the same sentiment. 

Wil and I shared that best friend, all-knowing, kind of look. Eventually, we couldn’t hold back our amusement which only frustrated Saris further. 

“Fine! Go ahead. Please, show me how much better you are. My little sister Kara everyone and her best friend” He says to an imaginary audience.  

“Gladly.” Wil giggled her way into the darkness and returned to us with a handful of glowing pink flowers. I knelt beside her and helped to pick the petals. We sprinkled them onto the wood and twisted a sharpened stick against them. Saris feigned disbelief as the fire came to life within seconds. 

“Pyris.” I sighed jokingly. “A man’s best friend.” 

“That’s cheating,” Saris huffed. 

Monsters don’t need Pyris, they don’t need weapons and they don’t need a reason. A witch could set us aflame with a flick of their wrist. Someone pushes me forward in the crowd and growls in my ear. I stumble forward and close my eyes to avoid the sight of the body burning ahead of me. 

Wilnobia drummed on her thighs with excitement. “Come on, stop teasing! Just show us!” 

Saris grinned and pulled the jacket from his bag, “Ladies, you are now looking at your brand new bell ringer and guardian of southern humanity.” 

I gave a small round of applause and raised my jar of drink. “To new beginnings.” 

“To new beginnings.” They agreed. 

Time slowed and I scanned between the two of them, finally feeling the weight of the moment. It isn’t until all of that potential is gone, that I see the love between the two. My best friend and my brother are helplessly in love. I saw it and now I realize that we will never have a moment like that again. Maybe I’ve wasted my life away. 

Saris stood proudly as I stood in front of him and attached the shield-shaped badge to his uniform. It slumped against the fabric and the pin came loose. ‘Don’t worry.” I sighed, “I’ll fix it before your first shift tomorrow night.” 

���Yeah.” He scoffed. “That’s alright.” 

An alarm arises in my head and suddenly the pin is all I can think about. “Saris,” I say. “Saris, your pin!” I start to shout for him but I’m promptly shoved to the ground. A man runs past me, mowing down multiple others in his way. The scarce stream of survivors leap out of his way but he falls regardless. A wolf emerges from the flames on the other side of the street. Its teeth gleam with dripping saliva and it pounces. 

I shrink into my arms and try to bury my eyes into my palms but it’s too late. The image sinks into my brain and my senses continue to heighten. The nails of the wolf drag across the pavement, stalking me with a growl but I’m too paralyzed to move. This is the beginning of my end. My parents would be ashamed. They always knew that I wasn't going to be a fighter but they at least saw me as someone who could survive. 

Someone grabs me by the arm, nearly taking it out of its socket, and forces me to stand. There’s nothing left of me to fight so I stare with wide eyes and wait for death. The pin breaks my skin and blood runs down my fingers to my elbow. Wilnobia stands before me, her dark eyes completely focused. She yanks so that I face forward and pushes on me until I’m able to walk alongside her. With our arms linked, we meld into the perfectly straight rows of humans and face the invaders. 

Ahead of us, six large wagons are marked with three different symbols. I don’t recognize them but I’m able to put together what they mean. A purple hood, a gray wolf, and a red set of fangs. 

“Congratulations humans!” A man with blonde hair exclaims. He jumps effortlessly onto the roof of the town’s main well and suspends a torch over his head in victory. “You’ve finally stopped resisting! Now, we’re going to need you to hush or we will do it for you.” He shushes us with a finger to his lips as he spins to see us. Once all attention is on him, no one dares to move. All that’s left is his voice and the sounds of our homes as they burn. “Good good,” he praises. “Now! Prepare to be liberated, elevated, and rejoice! We are here to help your poor souls discover your potential.

We stiffen, feeling and hearing his companions approach from the alleys behind us. My muscles go dead as a blood-soaked wolf brushes against my leg. A cloaked figure breaths heavily on the back of my neck, white teeth sparkle from the darkness as they pass. They revel in our obedience and terror. 

Our population would have filled the town’s circle to the brim. It’s hard to believe that just hours ago Saris, Wil, and I walked through this very square shopping for food in preparation for one of our many picnics. Wil and I slung our arms around my brother’s shoulder, trying to cheer him up. He didn’t say it but he was saddened by our parents being gone. Now he’s gone too. The idea makes my head spin, but I force myself to stop and let my blood run cold. 

“Werewolves will take the first pick. As agreed upon.” the man motions to a particularly large wolf. Other wolves surround it, waiting for its command. They follow and pace around the well in a circle, eyeballing humans up and down. A few of them begin to turn into human form. The wretched sound of their bodies turning inside out leaves a few people stuttering back from their spots. Pops and squishes echo against the brick until they stand. 

With the little knowledge we have of werewolves, I never thought they’d wear clothing or appear so human. My parents had always described them as lone beasts that crossed human territory to terrorize us. They’d have to be tracked for several weeks and when they were finally found, they were put down immediately. There was no time or reason for interrogation or peaceful resolve. Education stayed at the back of everyone’s minds. The method of killing was the only thing they needed and with that taken care of, hunters didn’t ask questions. 

The alpha continues around, sniffing at the knees of certain people and jerking its head. The werewolves that transformed seize the humans with forceful grips and usher them into the wagons. 

“Please, Habidius.” the blonde man sighs. “Hurry along, some of us don’t have all night to choose.” 

The large wolf makes a guttural growl that rings throughout the square. A chill runs up my spine and Wil jerks beside me. From the corner of my eye, I can see her attention darting around the square. I take her hand and squeeze hard enough for her attention to settle on me. She stills and relaxes even as the wolves come around, 

They focused on us with the same animalistic eyes they had as wolves. As they pass they lean into view and sneer with bright white teeth. Their charming posture and beautiful features are practical in their almost human form. It’s a deadly trick that even the best of humans might fall for. 

The man perched on the well clasps his hands together and then motions to the cloaked woman in the shadows. “Ravina.” 

Everyone stifles their breaths once again as the cloaked one begins to glide past us in an orderly fashion. Their soft fabric brushes my skin and I try to control my flinches. My hand crams around the pin, still teeming with blood but my adrenaline is so high that I’m barely aware of the pain. Saris’s smile fills my mind and the connection that we’ve had since birth makes it feel as if he’s right beside me, keeping me strong. “Kara.” He says, in the strong and playful way he always does. 

Wil’s hand jerks out of my mind and our arms come unglued. I stifle my reaction and advert my eyes away from her. Helplessly she reaches for my hand but she’s dead now and I will never see her again. My heart rate speeds and my head swims to forget her. The smoke from the town finally starts to get to me and I gag on my own cough. Unable to get a grip on the rising panic, I squeeze my eyes shut and think of summer. The sparkling lake and the bonfire are just out of reach. 

“Kara!” Wil screams from far away. 

“Well, what do we have here?” A voice tuts, far closer than I can handle. 

My eyes fly open and I come face to face with the man leading it all. His long blonde hair sways against my face but I can’t pull back so I glance to the side as if Saris is there to comfort me. The man grabs the side of my head so I’m forced to see him. His lips part, revealing his fangs while he peels my bloody fingers away from my palm to release the pin. 

“Is that a shield?” Oh, you humans and your petty little titles.” His other hand grabs my cheek to steady my shaking jaw. “It’s not yours, is it? A little bird like you doesn’t seem very brave.” He shakes his head and plucks the pin from my skin. His teeth scrape across the metal as he sucks it clean. My hand gets maneuvered to his mouth so he can spit the badge back into my grip. I close my hand around it and let my arm drop back to my side only for it to swing there uselessly. 

He debates something for a moment while he savors the taste of my blood in his mouth. I know he sees my wide-eyed stare and rapid breath but that only seems to make him more amused. His examination of me lasts for an eternity and I’m able to feel the energy radiating off of him. It’s not warm or gentle energy either. It’s a swarm of flies buzzing around us in unbearably frigid air. 

“I like you.” He says. “You’ll make a good feeding bag. Although it’s a bittersweet curse. Within weeks I’m afraid they might bleed you dry. I might have to keep you for myself, I have patience.” 

His nails twist into my scalp and I cry out. My body is suddenly alive and flailing with me as my knees get shredded against the gravel path. “Please, don’t do this,” I beg, my voice too hoarse and tight for me to hear. 

“I’m sorry.” He coos but there’s no apology in his voice. “Are you scared?” 

 My ribs buckle and crack against the hard edge of the wagon marked with red fangs. “Why?” I hiss for no reason at all. A bag comes down over my head and I don’t get my answer. The rope tightens around my neck, wrists, and ankles. For a moment I am weightless, flying underneath a dark clear sky, and then my back slams into the wooden floor. My back arches away from the ground but it does nothing to reverse the damage. 

It feels like hours pass before we begin to move. The sound of wheels crushing a collection of things becomes loud enough to offset our cries. With my head against the floorboards, I can smell the blood and smoke hanging in the air. I have a feeling that the source of the blood isn’t just the people around me but the bodies that we pass. My forehead bangs against the floor with every bounce from every object in our path. I lay there hoping harder than I ever have but I eventually conclude that there’s no one left to save us. 

(there are more chapters on my Wattpad if you're interested)

[matiassotolopez]

Just got my comp issue of this anthology book I did a comic for it. Beautiful edition! ******************* He recibido mi copia del libro antológico donde contribui con un cómic. En Uruguay ya pueden comprarlo, imagino que en el futuro también estará en argentina #comics #uruguay #vladtepes #dracula #adultcomics #blackandwhite #inks #vampirestory #vampire #gothichorror https://www.instagram.com/p/Cm9Aax0urC0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[noobiestnoober]

Blood Ties and Petty Fights

The story portrays a familial squabble among the Salvatore siblings—Damon, Stefan, and Y/N Salvatore. The conflict begins with Y/N making a light-hearted joke about Stefan's private poetry, leading to a tense exchange. I hope you enjoy the story <3

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The old Salvatore Boarding House stood tall and imposing, its grand architecture casting long shadows in the moonlight. Inside, the atmosphere was anything but serene. Y/N Salvatore, the youngest of the vampire siblings, found herself caught in yet another ridiculous squabble with her brothers, Damon and Stefan.

It all started in the parlor, where the siblings were gathered after a long day. Damon lounged on the couch, flipping through a vintage magazine, while Stefan was meticulously organizing a stack of old family documents. The scent of aged wood and a faint trace of musty paper filled the room, mixed with the smoky aroma from the crackling fire. Y/N, feeling a bit mischievous, decided to lighten the mood with a joke.

"Hey, Stefan," she called out, trying to stifle a grin, "Remember that time you tried to impress Elena with your poetry, and she thought you were quoting Shakespeare?"

Stefan looked up, a hint of a smile playing on his lips, "Yeah, I remember. What about it?"

"Well…" Y/N continued, "I found this old poem you wrote. Thought I might read it at the next Mystic Falls gathering. You know, give everyone a good laugh."

Damon snickered, clearly entertained by the idea. But Stefan's expression darkened instantly. He stood up, his posture rigid.

"Y/N, that's not funny," he said sharply, "Those poems are private. They mean a lot to me."

Y/N's smile faded, realizing she had hit a nerve, "I was just joking, Stefan. I didn't mean anything by it."

Stefan clenched his fists, his eyes filled with a mixture of hurt and anger, "You knew how much this meant to me, Y/N. It's not just a joke."

Damon, sensing the tension escalating, decided to intervene, "Oh, come on, Stefan. It's just a poem. Lighten up a bit."

Y/N stood there, tears glistening in her eyes as she faced her brothers, "I would never do that to you," she said, her voice quivering.

Stefan ran a hand through his tousled hair, "You knew how much this meant to me, Y/N. It's not just a joke."

"It's always about you, isn't it, Stefan?" Damon interjected, pushing himself off the couch, "Y/N makes one little joke, and suddenly it's the end of the world."

"Stay out of this, Damon," Stefan snapped, "This isn't your fight."

"Oh, but it is," Damon retorted, stepping closer to Stefan, "We're family, remember? We fight, we make up, and we move on. You're just being melodramatic."

Y/N wiped her tears away, feeling a mix of frustration and guilt, "I didn't mean to hurt you, Stefan. I thought you would laugh."

Stefan finally turned around, his eyes softening as he looked at his sister, "I know you didn't mean it, Y/N. But sometimes... it just feels like you don't take anything seriously."

Damon groaned loudly, "Great, here we go with the Stefan pity party."

Y/N took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves, "I do take things seriously, Stefan. But sometimes, we need to laugh, especially with everything we've been through."

Stefan's shoulders slumped slightly, "I suppose you're right. It's just... it's hard sometimes."

Damon clapped his hands together, "Finally, some progress. Can we all agree that this is a ridiculous argument and move on?"

Y/N nodded, stepping forward to hug Stefan, "I'm sorry, Stefan. I promise I'll be more careful with my jokes."

Stefan hugged her back, a small smile breaking through his somber expression, "And I'll try not to overreact. We're family, after all."

Damon joined the hug, wrapping an arm around both of them, "Group hug! Look at us, being all emotional and stuff."

Y/N laughed, feeling the tension lift, "You always know how to ruin a moment, Damon."

"That's what I'm here for," Damon replied with a wink.

As the three siblings stood there, embracing and laughing, the house seemed a little less imposing, and the night a little less dark.

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Later that evening, as the siblings sat together in the parlor, sipping on glasses of blood-laced wine, they reflected on the day's events.

"You know…" Y/N said thoughtfully, "We've been through so much together. Sometimes I forget how important the little things can be.”

Stefan nodded, "It's easy to forget, especially with everything we've seen and done. But we have to remember to appreciate each other, even when we disagree."

Damon raised his glass in a mock toast, "To family. The good, the bad, and the ridiculously dramatic."

They clinked their glasses together, laughter filling the room. And as the night wore on, the Salvatore siblings found comfort in each other's company, knowing that no matter what, they would always have each other.

[boxofteethrpg-blog]

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Maybe some fantasy and horror in your scifi?

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[hislittlepixie]

Part 2 : His other pixies

As the days slipped away, the man in the Dracula cape simply watched as the pixie drifted from his grasp. He didn't reach out to learn her plans, where she might venture, or the emotions weighing upon her heart. Maybe the urge was there, maybe it faded into the background. Yet, the pixie held her share of this tale; she didn't offer the chance for his questions to surface. She just moved away. Though, truth be told, she didn't completely disappear. She remained, aimlessly wandering the forest.

She visited his place from time to time, contemplating whether to muster the courage to reopen their conversation, to take back the words she had released. But, carrying a heavy heart, she chose restraint. This path seemed the wisest, at least from her perspective. She clung to the conviction that if his yearning to connect or seek her held true depth, there lay numerous avenues for him to explore. Many roads he could tread. Yet, he didn't extend his reach. Thus, the truth lay bare – he really wanted her to leave. Perhaps, he awaited it with a blend of longing and acceptance.

Once more, the pixie returned to his dwelling, stealing a glimpse of how the man in the Dracula cape was faring. What she witnessed struck a chord within her; she saw new pixies enjoying conversing with the man. These pixies radiated a brighter light. They were larger than her and held an air of elegance she couldn't match. Their light appeared steady in comparison to hers.

The man in the Dracula cape seemed to relish the presence of these other pixies. He appeared to bask in their company, as if their essence brought him delight.

She wondered, did they come into the picture when she decided to step away? Or had they already been conversing even before she chose to leave? Could this be the root of his growing coldness and detachment? Had he already encountered other pixies with brighter lights even before her exit? As these thoughts churned within her heart, her tears flowed, carrying with them the weight of her emotions.

[berenwrites]

Vampire fans, this one's for you! #sci-fi #vampirestories

Check out my latest sci-fi vampire short story inspired by the vampire mythology of the Tamil region of India. (FYI It’s in 3 bitesize chunks, each perfect for a five minute coffee break, the next chapter linked from the end of each vid).

The Pey (male) and Peymakilir (female) follow wars, haunting the battlefields to prey on those who fall in combat. The Pey drink the blood of those losing the fight for life or those who have already passed, but the Peymakilir is a little bit worse. She dances among the fallen, frenzied by the carnage, and consumes the flesh of those who have or are about to move on to the next life.

Most would think this was a terrible fate, but for those suffering as they succumb to their injuries these vampires can be seen as merciful hasteners of the inevitable. 

Sources: 

https://www.vampires.com/pey-and-peymakilir/

https://enchantingardens.angelfire.com/Vampiremythology.html

The Encyclopedia of Vampire Mythology

[moviesbest]

🌑 Nosferatu 2024: Unveiling the Dark Legend 🌑

In the eerie stillness of night, where darkness conceals dreadful secrets, "Nosferatu 2024" emerges with a spine-chilling tale. Meet Nosferatu, the fearsome vampire who strikes without warning, leaving a trail of terror. 🧛‍♂️

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[sugarlove-01]

The Cruelty Chapter 3

Chapter 3:

Your POV:

Tuesday, June 14th

6:35 in the Evening

            My puppy sniffed everything he put his nose to. The cute thing looked as if he was looking for his own collar. But for some reason, the little guy kept growling. I looked over to a man behind the counter, who kept looking at the little baby. I tried to shoosh him, but instead picked him up and decided to carry him. I wasn’t sure if there was a sign that didn’t allow dogs inside.

            I finally found a collar I liked. It was a brown leather collar with small metal buds on it. I tested it around his neck, and it fit perfect. It was only 2.50$ so it was perfect. I’m sure my mother would be happy about my choice, soon I would need a tag for the little baby. Then I heard a whistle.

“Hey sweety…”

            I looked behind me. It was the same man from yesterday, from the corner of the pretzel stand. Behind him was his other friends. The 6 of them, and the man with the boom box over his shoulder. This must be the place where they came to hang out and relax. The man who whistled at me wore the red spiked dog collar. He still had the same look as yesterday. He looked…very mischievous. Like he was the one who called the shots.

“How ya doin’ girly? Nice night, ain‘t it?” he came to me.

            I kept silent. There was this suggestion that he thought that all girls were easy. But I knew better. It just made me angry that he could take advantage of the fact that I was new in this place.

“Aww, the girl’s shy. Aren’t they all?”

“Ain’t no need to be shy. We’re all friends here…”

            The man came up, with his big black boots. Looking like a different version of G.I. Joe. His jacket looked torn, patched up, and ugly. He had no recognition of B.O. either. His dirty hands and tacky style of his clothes. There was no one here to help me, not even the man behind the counter tried to help me. I clicked my tongue.

            The other boys behind him looked amused, ready to swoop in and insult me or something. Or try more dirty pickup lines. His greasy hair proved that he didn’t care about anything, or any other personal opinion. At this point, he looked disappointed that I still said nothing.

“What’s wrong, can’t talk?”

“Maybe this little thing needs some company…With all of us.”

“Naw, dude, maybe she would like some dance and food? Perhaps…?”

“Naw, man, how bout a little drink instead?”

            Something snarled in his throat. His hand came up to my shoulder, his fingers went a little bit under my shirt, lifted my bra strap and let it snap against my skin. His friends laughed, and that was my cue to walk away.

“Aww! What!? We’re just having a little fun, baby!”

            I placed the collar on the counter. The man didn’t care what was going on, but just read a Superman magazine. He burped and took my item and rang it up, the price showing on the black screen. I took out my money, but a hand beside me slapped down a 5$ dollar bill. Crinkled and torn a little. It was the man with the red spiked collar.

“Don’t…” was all I could say.

“No. No. No. Let me pay for it. You can keep the change, babe…”

            I assorted out my change and paid for it myself. The man asked if I wanted a bag, but I refused. I took my purchase, and walked out. All I wanted was to be near Tom again and talk to him, make me feel better. In the future, I’m going to train my dog to be vicious against guys like these, I swear.

“Ey! Where ya goin’ hot stuff?” called the surf dude after I walked out.

“Dude, she don’t want you man!” said the man with the boom box.

“Ah, don’t listen to these losers! How bout I use this 5$ for something else then!?” he joked.

            What a pervert. I shook my head in disappointment. I checked the time, 6:50. I had a lot of time to kill. My legs moved faster. The good thing was that I was in public, so the boys behind me couldn’t do anything they needed to get my attention. They threw a few insults at me, like tease and bitch. They turned around and walked away. So I made my way to Tom’s work, and sat down on the tables with the umbrellas over it. In 10 min he would talk to me. 

Dwayne’s POV:

Tuesday, June 14th

6:50 in the Evening

            David was nowhere to be seen. That son of a bitch disappeared again. There was no way that he was getting off that easy. If he was their leader, then he would have to act like it.  And even Dwayne was curious to where he went. For a while the lone vampire walked, searching the Boardwalk for his target. Other gangs looked at him, then walked the other way. Security guards glanced, talked to their communicators, then put their hands on their waists.

            After walking by the shops, he looked to his right. A small gang of six men were angry about something. Talking about a hot bitch and 5 dollars. Then for some reason, he smelled something on them. It was very faint, but it was…David. Dwayne made no mistake about it. It was all blood and cigarettes. In a way it was David. It was a thin smell, but it was him. Dwayne moved closer. He shook his head, and turned. He had no time with those idiots.

            Fire were lit in garbage cans, with smokers and men playing guitars. Artists drew large funny pictures, selling it and have money being thrown into their hats. Men just sat on their bikes, smoking and drinking and laughing under the carnival lights. No place for children. There was nothing different about the boardwalk, so what would cause David to leave the pack? Just then, his nose caught his scent again. For a strange reason, it was in the same place as last night.

            Then he saw her again. Brown shoes and green jacket. It was her again. She was at the hotdog stand. She talked to the worker at the cashier, who he tipped last night. The man held her shoulders and sat her down and talked. The raven-haired vampire moved closer, wanting to make sure that if the girl smelled like their leader. She did. Oddly, she did. She didn’t notice him moving towards her, but he sat exactly where he did last night. And the girl had a puppy.

            The girl and the worker in red and white talked about the animal. For awhile, they talked about a name for it. She talked about the collar and the leash, along with her mother for a little while. A few seconds later, the man chose the name Coney. The girl chose Hunter. Both debated, and decided that Hunter was a great name. She thanked him, put on her green jacket, and both began to walk. Dwayne followed them. Maybe they had something to do with David.

“So, how are things going at the stand?” the girl asked, with a smile.

“Business is slow. But I’m sure it’ll pick up soon…” he smiled back.

“That’s cool. And how are things at home?”

“Fine. Just finished painting the kitchen. Painted it green.“

“Hm, that’s nice. And me? There’s nothing new…” she smiled.

“Oh… so…no boyfriend to talk to?”

“No, apparently not. Well, I am new here… So I guess that makes sense.”

“Hey… Wanna eat something? There’s some food stands over here.”

“Ok.”

            The two went to a hamburger stand. Expensive at a carnival, but he paid for it. The girl got a hamburger, french fries, and a strawberry milkshake. The man got a hamburger, french fries, and a Coke. They were seated comfortably near a garbage can lit on fire. For some reason, they made a nice picture together. The girl gave Hunter, the puppy, a few french fries.

“Aww, the little guy’s cute. He looks so…feisty.”

“I know. My mom couldn’t stop gawking at him today.”

“Oh, you got him today? From a shelter?”

“Yea, we went downtown. Also went shopping…”

“That’s really cool. Uh…How’s your…burger?”

“It’s ok. It’s good. And are you thinking about getting a pet?” the girl asked.

“Uh, it’s not that I want to… It’s the money.”

“Oh, money kinda tight?” the girl asked, feeding Hunter another french fry.

“Yea, you have no idea… And- And…”

“Tom? What’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry… But… “ The worker in red and white paused,“ But I think that guy’s staring at you…” the man looked past the girl,” Don’t look. Don’t look. But… he’s either looking at you or me.”

“Well, people are strange here. Don’t mind him,” the girl stated.

            Dwayne looked to where the worker looked, but saw no one. The girl was right, there was creeps out there. But he was one of those creeps. The fire of the can almost blew out, the sky seemed to shift.

            His eyes looked up, the boys were flying tonight. He knew he had to meet up with them, soon.

            He had to feed soon. Dwayne shook his head. Perhaps he was wasting his time. So what if the girl smelled like David. Dwayne turned away and left.

David’s POV:

Tuesday, June 14th

7:20 in the Evening

            Tom looked at him as he talked to the girl. Looked at him again. Then made a statement that David was looking at him. Tom told her not to look, and she stated that there was strange people around. Which was correct. So he paid no attention anymore. The vampire leader seemed to turn pro at expanding his grounds. Soon his target would be his. That made him boil inside. But David turned and walked away. He sensed Paul and Marko take to the skies. And so he had to join them.

            Those damn idiots were always hot-tempered now. They hated the fact that David left them alone. Feeling cheap and abandoned. But he had other important things to do. So under the moon, they met up. Flying over their next meal in only a few minutes. Dwayne caught up to them afterwards, looking serious as ever.

            And finally, they were all hungry. So all the boys flew away from the pier and the carnival, to somewhere dark. They spotted 6 guys who were stoned as hell. Their laughing chased cats away. David licked his lips. The boys were riled up already. Their feeding frenzy made them forget their small annoyance that David left them. Once in awhile, Dwayne would look at him and look away. The vampires were laughing as they flew. The main thing that came to David’s head, was the collar shop.

“There’s few here. Ya guys have to share a’right?”

“Yea, yea! I call dibs on that guy!”

            They laughed.

“The hell!? No dibs!”

“Just shut up and kill them! I get the one in the red spiked dog collar!” David growled, as they dove for the kill.

“I got the one with the boom box!”

“Hey, dude, I get the boom box afterwards!”

            So the boys tore those guys apart. The blood spewed, and their tummies were full and satisfied. Disposing their bodies in the ocean. Later they went to Max’s Videostore, just annoying him by their presence. Paul and Marko laughed and joked around flirting with the cashier behind the counter. While Dwayne stood by the doorway waiting for the other boys to exit the store when they’re done fooling around. David didn’t talk either. The customers looked at them, then left the Videostore or tried to ignore them. Paul and Marko began to pet Thorn, and ruffle his ears, shaking his collar. Dwayne looked out the window, doing absolutely nothing to join in Marko and Paul‘s group. David approached him.

“What the hell’s on your mind, Dwayne? Feeling crappy as always? Still down in the dumps? What makes the lone wolf growl this time?” David knew his brother was annoyed, so he thought it would be funny to rile him up a bit.

“What I’m thinking about is where you go when you wake up, David. You didn‘t think we would notice? You disappear and then near midnight you come back, looking hungry and some shit. What do you do when you‘re gone? Go eat more security guards? Terrorize Max all night?” Dwayne turned towards him. 

“Damn. Whatever happened to privacy? Oh wait, we‘re vampires aren‘t we? So we have to stick together always? Like shit, we do. And what about you? You look as angry as ever these days, Dwayne. Hehehe… Take it easy. You know we‘ve all been together always. But…times are changing, I‘d say.” David stated.

“Whatever, man. I know we’re not damn kids anymore. So why not send a message to the other boys that they‘re on their own? You know that there can’t be any secrets, David. But you know the law. You know what Max said, don’t you David?”

“So what Max says is law now? When the hell did it become law? I know he wants a family for god knows what! I leave just to be alone these past couple of nights. That’s all. I’m not doing anything to put us in jeopardy. If you‘re that worried.”

            David took out his packet, lit a cigarette, put the lighter back in his pocket, and began to huff. Dwayne was angry these days. For reasons he didn’t give a damn about. But David knew that Dwayne was trying to figure out what was so important, as to leave the pack. Was it loyalty that drove David away, or kept them close? The two vampires continued to talk.

“Well, I hope so. Because no one will like that here. We don’t want any real trouble from the humans. And I haven’t been worried. I know you. You always screw up something when you don’t think about it. But I do have something to say to you…”

“And that is?” David smiled.

“Fuck off… I don’t care anymore. Go gurgle holy water in your mouth for all I care. Dig yourself a hole and burn in the sun. Go cry over Star. Maybe she was right to leave this place after all… And maybe you wouldn‘t care about that, huh?”

            Dwayne left the Videostore to go wherever the hell he wanted to go. David knew that man had mysteries no one would know about. But that’s what made him… Dwayne. But at least he didn’t know about the girl. That thought triggered something in David. The Videostore was about to close. David, once again, left Paul and Marko to themselves and went off on his own. He picked up his bike and started the engine. Through the marijuana smell on the beach, David raced down on the sand.

            Where was his loyalty? That’s precisely what Dwayne asked back at the Videostore. David knew that all vampires had to stick together. It’s how they survived, how they lived. It was like that for years. If they were alone, soon they would surely die. So…David wasn’t sure where his loyalty was. But hell, anything for that piece of meat, David would go a year being alone. The hell with the boys.

            He passed the gas station, where him and his brothers horribly mutilated those boys. Went up the road, pass Tom’s house, and to a peculiar home. He parked his bike at the sidewalk. This was her house. He came closer. The smell of soap and fur at his nose. The wind chimes on the porch blew, making fairy music as he approached. He looked up to her window. This was her nest. Her peaceful haven. And possibly a feeding ground for David, when he would have the chance. The windows gave off a yellow glow. The smell of spaghetti in the house and garlic bread.

            The girl wasn’t in the living room. She wasn’t in the kitchen. She wasn’t in the hallways. At this time, perhaps now, she already ate her dinner, watched TV, washed dishes, put away the dishes, locked up her bike, changed into her pajamas, brushed her teeth, fixed her hair, and was ready for bed. That was her routine before bed. But that was just a guess. But he would know. David hovered up to her window. The TV was on. The bathroom light was on. There was that smell of soap and fur again.

Your POV:

Tuesday, June 14th

8:00 in the Evening

“Stop moving around Hunter!” I laughed.

            I was kneeled down, leaning over the tub. Hunter’s little paws splashed in the tub. The warm water was nice. I scrubbed his neck and his chest. Hunter shook his head, splattering in my face and soap floated in the air. His nails clattered against the floor of the tub. His fur felt slippery. Some little pieces of fur floated in the water. My hand on his new collar, holding him down, for he desperately wanted to get out. Jumping up and down. The soap did well, because brown water was being washed down the drain. A lot of dirt for one puppy. My nails scratched his ears.

“No. Hunter, no!”

            Finally after about 10 minutes, I took him out of the tub, grabbed a towel and rubbed down his neck. I got his tail and squeezed the water out of it. The smell of shampoo on his back. Getting the hair dryer, I put Hunter in the sink. I drained the water in the tub. Putting it on full blast, Hunter was dry in no time. I brushed him, and he was clean. Running out of the bathroom, Hunter snuck under my bed. Squeezing himself under. Fearing the bathroom already.

“Oh, don’t be such a cry baby!”

            I whistled. But he didn’t come. I whistled again, but he didn’t come. Hunter needed to be trained. I wondered if he was housebroken. I was pretty sure that Tom could help me with that. I laid down upon my bed, the quilt was soft. After a few minutes, Hunter came up from the bed with my yellow sandal in his mouth.

“Hey!”

            Hunter shook his head violently, growling, my sandal flapping around like a cheap flag. Hunter then attempted to jump on the bed, but ended up falling back. His round stomach seemed to be the trouble. After trying to jump again, Hunter tumbled backwards again. Tripping over his paws. I took pity and picked him up. I flopped him on his back, both his paws bent.

“Aww, Hunter! That was the most adorable FAIL I’ve ever seen…!” I giggled, holding him close.

            He still smelled like soap. There was nothing better than to have a wet dog smell all over you! I played with his paws for awhile. Then my mom knocked at my door, came in and sat on the bed. Her hand scratching Hunter on his ribcage. The perfume of jasmine was on her. Possibly her and dad were going out tonight, to be all lovey-dovey. Their first night out.

“Hey, sweety. Did you wash dishes?”

“Yes.”

“Did you put away the dishes?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“Lock up your bike in the back?”

“Yes.”

“Brush your hair?”

“Yes.”

“Did you brush your teeth?”

“Yes.”

“So, you’re ready for bed?”

“Yes.”

“That’s my girl…”

            I smiled and I changed the channel, hugging my pillow. I smelled a little bit of honeysuckle on her.

“Hey, I’m about to do laundry. Do you have any dark colors?”

“Yea, I have my green jacket and my jeans…”

“You’ve got a lot of clothes. Maybe you should get a new wardrobe here.”

“Yea, that’ll be fun. Maybe I can go to the Boardwalk. Or the shops downtown…”

            She smiled. My mom went over to my laundry basket and got all my clothes lumped up together. She had to do a few chores herself. She picked up a couple of socks, then paused. She dropped all my clothes and touched my sweater. I didn’t know if she was examining a mustard stain or not.

“Hey, honey. When was the last time you took a shower?”

“This morning. Why?”

“Wheew! Your jacket smells! It smells like…cigarettes and something else I can’t name! I’m going to double rinse this…”

“Whatever’s clever…” I smiled, then frowned,” And I haven’t been smoking! I’m not a smoker! I hate smokers…”

“Well, it smells funny… And I‘ll make sure not to take out the pretty dark green color, ok? I know this is your favorite jacket…”

“Maybe it’s the Boardwalk. I’ve been hanging out down there a lot. And a lot of people smoke down there. Maybe the smell caught onto me.”

“It’s not Tom is it? It better not…”

“No. He doesn’t smoke. All he likes to do is draw and…sell hotdogs. So, he’s clean,” I smiled.

“Ok, it’s all I needed to know…” Then she went to the washer and the dryer.

David’s POV:

Tuesday, June 14th

8:15 in the Evening:

            The mother left the room, with the pile of clothes in her hand. So, the little girl doesn’t like smokers does she? Then she’ll love him! David chuckled, with his cigarette in his hand. He tapped it, the ashes falling down on her roof. A small orange light in the darkness. He watched his prey as she petted her puppy and watched more television. She was watching MTV, listening to rock bands play.

            The smell of the soap and fur came from the dog. Fresh from the bath. And fresh from the shelter too. So…she named it Hunter. He could see it seemed to fit perfectly with it. But the girl. The girl was too easy to track down. She looked easy to attack and snatch away into the night. She was defenseless. With no one to protect her. It drove him crazy. Those were always his favorite to prey on.

            His ears picked up movement. He looked towards the sidewalk and saw a figure walking up towards the house. It wasn’t a jogger or a someone going for a stroll. It was a dark figure coming to their door. The porch light made out everything, as for it was Tom. He knocked. And knocked again. David moved across, ducking out of view from the windows. As the girl’s father answered, David listened in.

“Hey!” Tom smiled.

“Oh, Tom! Good to see you! Good to see you! Wanna come in?”

“Sure!”

“What brings you over here? Bored?”

“Uh, just wanted to say hi. There was nothing to do back at my place.”

“Ah, I see. You look tired.”

“Yea, I got a few customers at the stand. I’m not interrupting, am I?”

“Oh, no, you’re not. You can come over anytime you want. Anytime.”

“Ok, thanks! So…where’s…?” Tom smiled, and the father knew what he was talking about.

“Oh, she’s upstairs with the new puppy. A mongrel isn’t he?”

“Ha! He is. Your daughter has good taste.”

“Hahaha! Well, go on up. I’m sure she’ll be happy to see you…”

“Thanks!”

            David put his ear up against the wall of her house. The sound of creaking with the sound of the radio. Tom asked the father where her room was. The father replied, giving directions. Tom’s feet pounded on the staircase. He also heard the mother and father were in the living room, playing cards. Every night, they played cards. David listened to where Tom was going. The pounding stopped.

            Tom paused. He took a right turn from the stairs, kept walking, then a left turn. Kept walking. Turned to the right. Then came to a stop. There was her door. He knocked. It was at the end of the hall, the corner of the house. David had that memorized. From the beginning of the staircase. A right, kept walking, a left, keep walking, and then stop to the right. Tom was at the right place.

            David swooped to her window. The girl got up from her bed, and answered the door. Tom stood there. Her puppy barked at the intruder at the door. Tom smiled at the girl, swooping her in his arms, giving a bear hug, then put her down. The neighbor petted Hunter, giving it a hug, smelling the soap on its neck. The girl closed the door, and she took a seat. Her pajamas showing her legs.

“Hey, Tom! What’s up?”

“Oh, nothing. Just came by. Wanted to say hello!”

“Well… Hello.” the girl smiled, folding in her legs.

“Hello…” Tom replied, holding Hunter in his arms like a baby.

“How are things at work?”

“Oh, it’s good. Got a few tips in the jar.”

“Cool. Same routine tomorrow?”

“Sort of. But I get off at 9:00...”

“Oh, well that sucks. But I‘ll be there!”

“I know. And I’m going to be so tired…”

“And what about your art? Watcha draw so far?”

“Well, I drew this!”

            He reached in his pocket. It was a folded up. He gave it to her, and she opened it. She smiled. She turned on the lamp, getting better light. David couldn’t get a good look at what was in her hand, so he came abit closer.

“Holy crap, this is awesome!” she gawked.

“Ya think so? That took me about 30 minutes…Tops…!”

“You should make your own comic book!”

“Ah, well, I’m not that good. But I do like comics…”

“Well, there’s a comic book store at the Boardwalk.”

“What? There is? All this time I’ve been here, I didn’t know.”

“Yea! You didn’t know? Yea, there’s a lot of comics.”

“Awesome sauce! Ok, thanks!” Tom smiled.

“And the good thing is that the comics aren’t that expensive.”

“Oh, good. Because recently I’ve been--” Tom’s smile turned into a frown.

             A long pause.

“---There is someone outside your window!”

“What!?”

            Now, that scared the hell out of David! He jumped back from the light. His bones bubbled with action! He crawled up to the roof. Hard footsteps ran. The window below him opened up. Hunter began to bark.

            The girl was scared. Tom looked out the window, on the balcony, and on the street. He shut the window. Closing the curtains. Locking the window, backing away, and standing infront of her.

“Mom! Mom! Dad!”

            Footsteps ran to her room. The dog was still barking. The girl turned on all the lights. The door opened up, and the footsteps were her fathers. The mother was running up the stairs. Their breathing, huffing, quick, and fast.

            David could figure who was who, because of weight distribution and all the other perfect sounds of their bodies that was needed to be heard.

“What!? What is it!? What happened!?”

“Not to scare you both, but someone was on the balcony here.”

“What!? That’s crazy…! Are you sure?”

            The father ran towards the window, looking out. Then going to his daughter, that was standing at the door.

“No, I swear to god, I saw someone. When I said something, it was gone.”

“Dad…!?” The girl stood at the door with her father. Their breathing, alert.

“It’s ok, sweetheart. Whatever it was, it‘s gone. It‘s not going to hurt you.”

“What’s wrong with her?”

“She doesn’t take exciting action too well. It’s something she’s had for awhile.”

“Hon? Sweety, what happened here?” The mother came in at the door.

“Mom, Tom said there was someone outside my window.” More footsteps.

“I knew I didn’t like this neighborhood. Sick sons of bitches, I’m calling 911.”

            The footsteps moved. All together. Out the door. Down the hall. The dog stopped barking. But the girl was breathing hard and fast. The vampire leader enjoyed her soft suffering. What was it? A panic attack? It would be fun scaring her. He loved reactions like that. The fear. The sensation to kill something, receiving that last outburst from life. To get to know the person better. But what would life be without death? It was like… a bunch of humming motorcycles crashing inside of your chest. Clashing and burning. That is the reaction from their victims, the depending doom.

Your POV:

Tuesday, June 14th

8:30 in the Evening

            My father‘s nose was on the back of my head.. His hands holding my shoulders. His chest against my back. My legs laid out on the couch. My mother called 911, trying to not stutter on the phone. Something in my tummy was trying to stop my breathing. Tom swore whoever was outside my window was just a creep, trying to spy in on a pretty girl. My father told Tom to hold me feet. I was sprawled onto my dads chest, and everyone was scared.

“Sweety. Please… Hold onto the pillow. Hold on as tight as you can, honey. Can you feel my breathing? Find the rhythm. Control it. I know you‘re scared. I know it hurts. I know it hurts. Control your breathing.”

            My hands gripped onto the pillow, on my chest. I hated these nerves of mine, I hated it. What was happening to me, I’ve had almost my whole life. It was like a quick panic attack, or it was asthma. I couldn’t remember. My chest felt tight. My eyes looked up at the ceiling, and my face going pale.

            Damn it hurt so bad. My chest rose high and fell again. My head swirled with fear and confusion. As I breathed, the roof of my mouth was dry. My lungs felt they were being pushed to the limit. My eyelids stung, along with my neck. My father spoke to me again.

“You’re almost there."

I still couldn't breathe. But I could hear his voice.

"Just breathe slow, baby. Just breath slow. Control it. There’s no reason to be scared anymore. Your heart‘s beating fast. Please, I need you to listen to me. Breathe.”

            His voice wasn't panicky. It was calm. His chest heaved up and down, as mine did. Tom held onto my feet. Slowly the feeling in my tummy and chest, was slowly going away. My white fists on the pillow were slowly being loosened. My dad was trying to stay calm, and his grip on my shoulders were tighter. My eyes began to flutter. My mother came back, but couldn’t watch.

“Breath. You see? You’re almost there. Feel yourself let go. Find the rhythm with my breathe. Calm down. The pain’s stopping… There you go. It’s stopping. You’re not scared. There you go. You’re here…”

            I closed my eyes, and opened them again. I was fine now, but then I began to cough. My mother brought over a trashcan, and I spit. Tom let go of my legs. My mom hugged me, telling me to go to bed. My father told Tom that he appreciated the help, and Tom said it was no big deal.

            My dad calmed down himself. Tom wanted to leave, give us some time by ourselves.  My mom brought my up to my room and told me that she would be sleeping in here for tonight. I was fine with it.

            She sealed the windows, and made a bed for herself on the floor. Hunter stopped barking and slid under the bed. I laid myself down on my bed. A while later, the police came up. Knocking on the door. While I was slowly falling asleep in peace, my dad was outraged as they told them the story.

            They made reports and asked questions, and came inside the house. My father told them the whole story. They suggested security lights, secure locks on the doors, and a high fence. They laughed and said it was a good idea to get a dog in the first place. My father laughed afterwards.

            More policemen came, from their cars with the red and blue lights spinning around. A total C.S.I. picture. The police scattered with their flashlights in hand, on the balcony, and in the backyard. Searching all over the house with dogs. They bid us goodnight, as they found nothing.

[nestlefox]

I like drawing the strong tibby man

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Kira // Original character of a friend

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