#heath my beloved

[behrjbehr]

He’s sulking

[chaotic-orphan]

The Immortal Hunter : Part 4

Continuation of Always a ball

Read Part one here

Part two

Part three

I found this in my drafts and forgot about my vampire babies, so enjoy!

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“What can I say,” Heath said easily. “I’m an honest kind of guy,” then he plunged the knife deep into Wolfe’s heart.

Heath relished in the wide grey eyed surprise of the bastard who had orchestrated his own demise. He wouldn’t admit it later on, but Heath even smiled.

He stuck the blade in nice and deep, and still holding the handle followed the momentum through, his other hand grabbing Wolfe’s shoulder and pushing him onto his back with Heath breathing heavily over him.

It was strange being a vampire. He had no heartbeat yet he swore there was something slamming against his chest, thundering euphoria around his body. His ears which shouldn’t have a pulse drunk on the thrill of the kill of another rotten bloodsucker. The hunter’s high was always a little unhinged, but in that moment Heath didn’t care.

His body responded as if it was still alive. Adrenaline keeping him going, not blood from last night’s party. He sucked in a deep breath through his nose, eyes closing in a moment of bliss.

He missed this.

“Heath?”

Heath’s head turned with a hyper energy to the sound, where his unfocused eyes found Killian tied to the chair staring at him with human eyes full of uncertain fear.

Killian shouldn’t be afraid, the voice in his head said. His heart still beats. He is sacred.

Heath stood from Wolfe’s body and turned full to face Killian now, ears honed in on his heartbeat speeding up. Which was ridiculous. Heath would never hurt a hair on his head.

Heath bowed to Killian, knife flat on his two outstretched palms.

“An offering,” someone said. Who wasn’t important to Heath. No all that mattered was that precious human life he saved. “I’ve heard of the hunter’s high, but I thought it was a myth.”

“The hunter’s high?” Killian asked.

“When a hunter kills a vampire when saving a human life. It’s like a high we could never begin to understand. This is his promise to you.”

“Promise?”

“You need to accept the knife to complete the ritual.”

A pause.

“Oh wait, your hands- let me…”

There was the sound of ropes being cut, then falling limply to the floor.

“I just take the knife?” Killian asked.

“No. Well yes, don’t take it from him. Just grab the handle. It’s like a thank you, if you wanna think of it like that.”

“I thank him for saving my life?”

“No. He thanks you for giving him the opportunity to slay another vampire. Do it. Now.”

A pair of black runners appeared in Heath’s view. Not that he could really register it. But he recognised them as Killian’s from the day before in a faraway part of his brain.

Then there was a warm hand on his, fingers wrapping around the hilt of the blade and Heath wrapped his hand around the owners hand.

Then it felt like Heath crashed back down onto his own body.

He looked up at Killian who looked down at him with a weary expression, as if he was afraid Heath might hurt him. Heath frowned, eyes flicking to Felix who stood behind the chair Killian was tied to watching the exchange with that awful cat like interest that made Heath’s stomach turn.

“Heath?” Killian asked, and Heath looked back at him. Heard his heart beating. He was still alive.

Heath got to his feet with Killian’s help, feeling very weak from the Hunter’s return. He looked down at Wolfe at his feet, blood seeping steadily into a stream from his wound.

“Ah fuck,” Heath muttered, looking over his shoulder at Felix. “I didn’t mean to kill him.”

Felix waved the death of his friend away as if it was spilled milk.

“Don’t be daft. Let’s have breakfast, I’m famished. Killian will you join us for breakfast? Please do. Actually, as your boss I insist. I’ll have the cook prepare some pastries. I feel like a nice croissant right about now.”

Felix kept talking and gesturing as he walked out of the door to the basement and waited there, holding it open for the others to follow.

“Are you okay to walk?” Killian asked after Heath let him go.

“Yeah. I’m fine. Don’t worry about it,” Heath said then took a step and collapsed. Killian was bent double trying to catch him, but before Heath hit the floor Felix had a hand under him, putting Heath’s arm over his shoulder and helping him out of the basement. “Shit,” Heath whispered as his head swam. The rush from the Hunter’s high zapping his energy.

“Hush, dear boy,” Felix said quietly enough so only Heath could hear, “I got you.” Heath didn’t have the energy to argue or repress the shudder at Felix’s old pet name for him, and just let Felix half carry him out of the room.

Felix didn’t turn as he said over his shoulder, “Chop chop Killian.”

Heath heard an immediate: “Yes sir.”

Then he zoned out knowing Killian was safe and let Felix guide him to the dining room.

Celeste was already at the dining table, knife and fork in hand, hair in a simple low bun and she didn’t as much raise a brow when the three men arrived. On the table before her was a small feast of pancakes, fruit, bread and pastries that still had steam rising from them.

“You’re just in time,” she said simply. “The pastries only arrived.”

Killian walked through the door after Felix and Heath. Following Felix around the table after he had deposited Heath onto the chair next to Celeste, and then sat at the head of the table on her other side. Killian sat opposite Celeste on the other side of Felix, her perfect eyebrows raised at that.

“Oh hello. You must be Felix’s new employee. I’m Celeste.”

“Celeste, Killian. Killian, Celeste. We’re all acquainted now let’s eat,” said Felix plating himself some pastries from the table and a side of grapes.

“I’m sorry you’re in debt to him,” she said as Killian sat down and Killian nodded in response. “You have a bruise on your cheek, and a cut… and blood on your shirt and nose. Felix, did you do that?”

“I would never.”

“No. A guy named Wolfe,” said Killian.

“Oh,” Celeste said her voice taking an edge to it as she looked to Heath at her side who was a little out of it. “You’re lucky to be alive.”

“I’ll remember that,” said Killian, taking a croissant and biting into it. “It’s all thanks to Heath.”

“Defender of the Humans that man,” Celeste said with a secret smile. She dropped her voice conspiratorially and added, “He must like you.”

“I don’t,” Heath said, voice raw, reaching across Celeste and taking a pancake from her plate.

“Now that’s a lie,” Felix said, eyes on Heath even as he continued talking with Celeste. “You should have seen him down there, Celeste. He was exquisitely noble.”

“When is he not?”

Heath grunted in response. Killian for his part was mostly famished and weirded out by the three vampires sitting before him. He ate quietly, every now and then grabbing something when his plate was empty as they fell into silence.

“Tell me,” Felix began, cutting a pancake with his knife and fork and easing a piece to his mouth, “Did you know he was the Immortal hunter?”

Celeste froze for a split second, imperceptible to the human eye, the brief halting pause in her limbs. A split second was all it was, but that was all it needed to be for Felix to notice. Silence descended on the table, even Killian stopped chewing as he noticed the change in tone at the table. Felix’s eyes were sharp as a feline’s as he watched Celeste process the information.

“Yes. I was shocked too. I would have thought he’d tell you of all people,” Felix said conversationally, as if he didn’t just drop the bomb of the century on her over breakfast.

“I’m right here,” Heath said. His eyes were shut, his head tilted back on the chair and staring at the ceiling.

“Would you prefer we talk behind your back?” Felix asked.

“I’d prefer if I didn’t have to hear your voice for another decade, Victor.”

“You wound me. It’s not even 9 a.m.”

“I’ve had a long day,” Heath said. He looked at Killian then from across the table. “As have you. Would you like me to walk you home?”

“Heath-“ Felix began but was cut off immediately by Heath’s chair scraping against the hardwood floor.

“Give him the day off. It’s my treat. Plus I’ll be here to wait on you hand and foot.”

Felix shrugged in response. “Fine,” he said in an exhale. “However me and Celeste will be talking about you behind your back.”

“As all good friends do. Come on Killian.”

Heath was out of the room before Killian had even stood up. He did so a bit awkwardly, bowing his head to Celeste.

“It was nice to meet you, Celeste.”

“Enchantée. Don’t be a stranger, Killian.”

Killian didn’t know what to say to that so he said nothing, just nodded again and followed Heath out of the house. He wouldn’t be prey to another Vampire’s stupid contracts and customs in the span of 24 hours.

Celeste waited until they were out of earshot to turn to Felix staring daggers into his face which Felix just blinked unfazed at.

“What do you mean Heath’s the immortal hunter? The immortal hunter can’t be a vampire? And that boy? You let Wolfe hurt him in your own house?”

"Wolfe is dead now, Celeste, so any disrespect he caused me in my house is currently bleeding out of him in my basement. As for how the immortal hunter can be a vampire," Felix said, taking a sip of wine and looking at her over the glass, “I have a few theories...”

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Continued here

[reptil-enjoyer]

My favourite type of post its yhe type posted at the most horrible moment

Aniway!! Was watching G3 and i just so happy with Heath, he genuinely makes me giggle and im just so refreshing to see him spend time with his friends and actually having a good time!!

Uuuh heres the full page of doodles

So uh, theres sone headcanons in here

I like to think that he likes hip hop music or similar genres!!

When trying to regulate his emotions he tends to apply pressure in some way, for example by holding his own arm and squeezing tightly (sonetimes it leaves a bruise)

[gaytedlasso]

I believe that whatever doesn’t kill you, simply makes you… stranger

[wildtornado-o]

G3 Heath redesign based off his concepts <3 whyd they have to go with the blandest design for the final one, heartbreaking.

[thunderstomm]

Assorted G3 Heath Burns GIFsi made, all from the episode ‘Scareer Day’ !!.

Aka, my favorite one, other than maybe Nightmare Nightmore and Monster Match, Season Two better give me more of Heath Burns STAT. (:

Free to use with or without credit. (:

[sleepymick]

are you telling me i’m not a pretty guy?

[aliferousdreamer]

got myself some comfort food and now i'm sitting down to watch the next step season 9

[cheetahspy]

I need to doodle this greasy scrunkly again. It’s been a fat minute

I’m going to flashback cinema this weekend because they’re playing The Dark Knight, and I’m so fucking stoked!!! Finally I get to see my silly man on the big screen cuz I didn’t when it was first released in 2008🥲 (I was like 5 lmfao) And I’ve missed out on all the flashback cinemas for it….until now 😈

[hugh-lauries-bald-spot]

Hii, what's your favourite rendition of the joker?

ok this is basic of me but heath ledger joker reigns supreme.

he's got just enough classic joker and everything cool and engaging about what modern jokers are trying (and failing) to accomplish wrapped up into one

hes got classic props like the playing cards and the purple suit to name a few, but hes also got the grime and grunge and overall edginess new jokers are trying for.

he brought something new and interesting without a total rewrite and reinvention of the character, in a way that kept his basic traits and general essence, motives, character (surprising to think we need to remind people about that)

he kept the important aspects and explored the new ones in a way that was compliant with his roots

[behrjbehr]

The Hanged Horsemen

The brothers and their matching necklaces. Nothing wrong with the gems at all :3

[chaotic-orphan]

Same anon from some days ago ab the vamp prompts, ur v great <3

Ahhhh my favourite little bloodthirsty anon <3 For you, the world - and this part 3!

*Part one here

*part two here

I’ve actually named this Series: “The Immortal Hunter” Please enjoy anon!!

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“Let the boy go, Wolfe. He doesn’t know anything about the immortal hunter,” said Heath, barely suppressing a growl. “He’s innocent.”

Wolfe laughed. “You say that as if innocence means anything to me, fledgling. I’ve been alive so long innocence and guilt bleed into the endless stream of time.”

“Would you like me to end your suffering then, or are you just going to make others suffer for your amusement?”

“Big talk for a bloodless vampire currently trapped by their sire,” said Wolfe, cruel grey eyes finding Heath’s and relishing in his wide eyed surprise.

“Felix told me, of course. Your love for humanity, to the point where you abstain from drinking their blood. I bet you’re more attuned to it than even Felix or I, hmm? I bet you can hear poor Killian’s heart racing at the thought of being turned, at the injustice of it all. Every beat of blood pumping through his veins. Your restraint is astonishing.”

“If you’re trying to flirt, I have to let you know I draw the line at psychopaths.”

“And yet you just crawled out of Celeste’s bed.”

Heath lunged for the grey eyed vampire but Felix managed to restrain him with such ease Heath thought he deserved Wolfe’s smug laughter.

“Touchy subject?”

Heath still struggled in Felix’s hold, but Felix just held him against his chest. Arms wrapped around his waist and shoulder like iron not budging in their grip.

It transported Heath back to when he was human and Felix would toy with him. Showing him how weak of a human he was, and how his heart was only still beating out of Felix’s mercy.

Heath vowed to never be so weak again, and yet here he was. Powerless. Like he was before. He couldn’t even save the same fate from happening to Killian. A boy he had just met yesterday and doomed with an exchange of a couple words.

“Hush now, Heath. Calm down, you’ll only tire yourself out,” Felix whispered in his ear and Heath threw an elbow back trying to hit Felix’s face.

“You’re a bastard, Felix,” Heath seethed. “Yet you claim to have loved and missed me.”

“I did. You’re so cute when you’re riled up,” Felix said sweetly, ducking his nose into the place between Heath’s neck and shoulder and sniffed in a lungful of air. Heath froze. Paralysed from a forgotten fear, of when Felix was toying with him. “I sometimes regret turning you, it’s true. I miss when you were powerless to stop me. Frozen like this beneath me. Muscles tensed. At least you still have that amazing scent of the old blood.”

“Fuck you,” Heath muttered when he found his voice again, and he thanked the gods that his voice didn’t shake. Lifting his head he looked at Wolfe through narrowed eyes. “You want to know about The Immortal Hunter? Fine. He’s dead.”

Wolfe blinked at him. Then he started laughing, that same booming laughter ricocheting around the basement. Felix behind Heath however, tightened his grip ever so slightly.

Good, Heath thought. At least one of these idiots believe me.

“You really wanna gamble poor Killian’s life on the hunter, the immortal hunter being dead? Do you take me for a fool, boy?”

“Yes,” Heath said easily. He wanted to throw a parade when his cool façade slipped over his face, he could do this. He could save Killian. “But I’m telling you the truth. The Immortal hunter’s blood runs through my veins, that’s why my blood even now is a beacon to you bloodfuckers. I’m your natural enemy. My blood sings to you so you come close enough to get drunk on it, and then the hunter kills you.”

Wolfe stared, looking over Heath’s shoulder at Felix then back to Heath. His face morphing into a more serious expression.

“You’re not saying that you were the immortal hunter?”

“You were always very strong for a human,” Felix murmured, more to himself than anyone else.

“No. That’s not true. You’re lying,” Wolfe growled, crossing the room in an instant with two long strides and getting up in Heath’s face. “You can’t be. The immortal hunter can’t be a vampire. They can’t be turned.”

Heath’s expression turned grim. “Yeah. I guess we both thought wrong, hmm?” Heath said, voice cracking in the middle. He looked away from Wolfe’s unsettling stare.

Felix shifted behind Heath. Slowly he took his cage like arms away, releasing Heath. Heath turned in surprise but Felix wasn’t looking at Heath. He was looking at Wolfe.

“Wolfe. A word,” he said and he didn’t wait for a response as he walked towards the basement door.

Wolfe looked at Heath then at the wall Felix disappeared behind. He grabbed Heath by the collar of his shirt and brought him close.

“If you untie the boy, I’ll make sure he turns. Stay here.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Heath replied, hands up in surrender. Heath waited until he heard the basement door open and shut a second time before looking at Killian still tied to the chair and strolling over.

“I’m sorry,” Heath said, plopping down onto the ground in front of Killian sitting cross legged.

Killian shrugged. “I know the risks of partying with vampires.”

“Still. I’m sorry. Here,” Heath bit his wrist, deep enough for the blood to flow and offered it to Killian, but Killian sat back further in his chair, shaking his head. “It’ll heal you.”

“I don’t do vampire blood,” Killian said. “I don’t want to risk it.”

Heath looked at him for a moment then smiled sadly and pulled his wrist back.

“I didn’t either,” he said softly. “As a human I mean. Felix would force me to drink his after he was done torturing me. He wanted me fresh everyday, to be clean. So he could start from scratch again the next day.”

“Jesus. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. But I admire your principles. Except telling a vampire your name. How did Wolfe find out?”

Killian looked away. Lips scrunching up in annoyance.

“He told me he was human. Didn’t have red eyes. Didn’t know vampires could have normal eyes. He said he was staff too.”

“If it’s any consolation, I didn’t know vampires could have normal eyes either.”

“You mean you don’t know what he is?”

“Very old?” Heath offered, watching the blood drip down his wrist, stopping the wound from healing. “Familiar with magic. Contacts? Who knows.”

Killian started laughing. It was light and airy, and full of mirth, and when he caught Heath’s eyes he started laughing harder. Heath smiled, and unbeknownst to himself the wound healed.

After the last couple of stray laughs died on his lips, Killian’s face settled into a fond smile. Then the smile faded, and his face turned sad. “Wolfe’s going to kill me isn’t he?”

Heath let out a breath through his nose. “Not if I have anything to say about it.”

“Maybe I should drink your blood,” Killian said. “At least then my sister wouldn’t—“

Heath shook his head, and Killian’s breathing became harder. “Right,” Killian said, his voice breaking. “Family isn’t worth it, right? They won’t thank me for it, right? Death is preferable. Maybe in your experience…”

“Killian. . .”

“But it’s my life! My death! I should get the choice at least?” He said, but it came out as more of a question. Heath searched his face with sad eyes. This was cruel. At least when Heath was turned his choice was taken from him. He knew what he was getting into. This boy didn’t. This human boy, so afraid of death because he didn’t want to leave his family behind.

“If they kill you-“ Heath began softly, looking Killian in the eye. “If they turn you, no matter what they do… tell me your family name and I will make sure your sister lives a long, happy life.”

Killian broke down into sobs then, and Heath was there giving him the shoulder to cry on, hugging him as best as he could.

“Thank you,” he mumbled gratefully. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

“Touching.”

Heath was on his feet in a second, back to Killian standing protectively in front of him as Felix and Wolfe strolled back into the room.

“Catch.”

Heath’s hand shot out before he registered what Felix had said. He looked down at the object and saw a sheathed dagger. The same dagger Heath had brought with him to kill Felix when he was still breathing.

He pulled it out an inch and saw his red eyes staring back at him with a pale face. Then he looked at the two vampires, Felix stood leaning on the wall with his arms crossed while Wolfe stood closer to Heath making himself as imposing as possible.

“Cheers.”

“It’s not a gift,” Wolfe said, voice low with that unstable growl. “Prove you’re the immortal hunter.”

“How can I prove it? Do you want me to kill you, Wolfie?”

Felix laughed catching everyone’s attention. He only reacted to Wolfe’s death stare. Felix raised a hand in his defence, “What? It was funny.”

Wolfe rolled his eyes, turning his attention back to Heath. “The Immortal Hunter’s blood activates the knife.”

Heath shrugged. “So?”

“So—“

Heath didn’t have time to react before Wolfe was in front of him, claws out and slashed them down Heath’s arm.

“FUCK!” Heath yelled, dropping the knife in surprise as his eyes went to his arm. Wolfe’s claws had tore from the top of his elbow to his wrist which was currently gushing blood. “You bastard that hurt!”

“Cry me a river,” Wolfe said leaning down to pick up the knife and pressed it into Heath’s other hand. “Activate it. Now.”

“A little patience never goes astray.”

Heath’s head rocked back after Wolfe’s swift punch, forcing him to one knee as the world shook around him.

“Now, please.”

Heath shook his head out trying to reorient himself and then he looked down at the knife. “Well since you said please…”

“I don’t even think you’re worth the trouble alive,” Wolfe sneered and Heath hiccuped.

“Technically I’m dead.”

Wolfe brought his hand back to punch him again but Felix’s voice stopped him.

“Heath. Please. Just prove you’re the hunter or I’ll snap Killian’s pretty little neck.”

Heath glared at Felix over Wolfe’s shoulder, but he might as well have glared at a wall or a fish. Felix returned his stare completely unbothered. He even looked amused.

“Fine,” said Heath. He unsheathed the dagger and allowed the stream from his wrist to bleed down onto the knife. The black red blood turned almost luminous when it hit the knife, the runes previously unseen igniting as Heath’s blood ran through every invisible crevice now made visible. When the blood had run it’s course over the surface instead of dripping to the floor, it sank into the metal as of the blade itself were liquid and grew heavier in Heath’s hand as he made his arm heal with the last of his energy.

He looked up at Wolfe then who looked on in an angry sort of shock, while Felix who had been far away before was suddenly right beside Heath watching the runes being revealed before his eyes.

“Incredible,” Felix whispered in awe, looking at Heath with something indiscernible in his eyes.

“So it’s true,” Wolfe gruffed.

“What can I say,” Heath said easily. “I’m an honest kind of guy,” then he plunged the knife deep into Wolfe’s heart.

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Continued here

[welcometololaland]

WIP Wednesday/Thursday

TK feels like he’s been asked to do a very complicated equation. “You want Carlos to invite me to his older sister’s wedding, so you can go to the wedding with his younger sister?” Elijah swallows. “Effectively, yes.” “Yeah, that was way more complicated than it needed to be,” Paul adds. “You really need to work on summarising.” “Will you do it?” Elijah asks TK hopefully, ignoring Paul. TK shakes his head. “How the fuck am I going to get Carlos Reyes, a guy who – by your own admission – isn’t looking to date anyone, to invite me to his sister’s wedding? Is he even out to his parents? You said that they’re very traditional.” “Yeah, he is,” Elijah nods. “Apparently they just don’t talk about it much, but they’re a really nice family. Look, as I said, I can pay you—” TK’s face must betray something bordering on disgust, because Elijah immediately stops talking. “Look man, I don’t need money to flirt with a hot guy in my class,” TK admits. “I’ll consider it because I’m bored and Carlos doesn’t sound interested in dating, but if something starts to feel off, I’m not pushing it. The guy doesn’t deserve to get played, especially if he’s not even fully out.” “So you’ll do it?” Elijah repeats hopefully, his eyes bright. “I never actually thought this would work, but—” “I said I’d consider it,” TK retorts. “No promises. Also, you can leave now.” “Right, sure,” Elijah stammers. “Uh— Just, text me? Oh wait, you don’t have my number.” “Don’t need it,” TK replies, sliding past Elijah and opening the door, before practically pushing him out into the hallway. “You’re familiar with smoke signals, I assume? Carrier pigeons? Two tin cans with a cord?” “What—” TK shuts the door abruptly, before turning around to find Paul gazing back at him with an infuriating smirk on his face. "You're actually going to do this?" he asks, his eyebrows halfway up his forehead. "Not planning on it," TK admits. "Although I have a strong interest in—”

“Oh, I see,” Paul says slowly, his expression wicked. “This Carlos guy is hot.” TK sighs. “You have no idea.”

[doubletaileddoubletrouble]

I know this might sound Stupid. But i think you need to talk to someone about how you feel. Bottling up these emotions arent healthy

It does indeed sound stupid, Anon.

Even if it wasn't a stupid idea for various reasons, I don't even know what I feel. Can't bottle up what you don't know exists my friend.

[wildtornado-o]

monster high doodles <3

[ahaura]

i've gone out driving twice today once with my mom and then my dad after he got off work. this time around i've only had 1 and a 1/2 days to prepare bec they had a cancellation and on one hand. i havent been driving lately so i feel a bit rusty but also maybe not being able to over-prepare is good? and since i only had less than 2 days warning my dad says it's no big deal if i dont pass but i WANT to pass and this time im exhausted and tired which is both better and worse. the good news is that my dad is able take part of tomorrow off so he can take me to my test.