#like what do you do as a vamp/human couple when the human's blood just. isn't very good.

[the-faultofdaedalus]

i just think a plot where lily encounters vampires would be. so ripe for comedy. pre-death and pre-changeling reveal and she smells like an animal and completely throws off any vamps trying to figure out who changeling is. pre-death and it's juust. Why Do You Look Like A Human And Smell Like An Animal and also just, general shenanigans with vamps both not wanting to try to eat her because. she doesn't smell tasty. AND with her potentially getting bit and just, not becoming a vampire.

and then post-death when she's both dead and doesn't smell human and it's just a nightmare all around

[hush-writes-preg]

Spooky Season Day #26

Summary: [AFAB masculine reader] You've got a thing for casual sex and vampire bites. And you've just found a vamp who really likes your heavily pregnant belly.

Wordcount: 1,889

Themes: Vampire sex, casual sex, lactation, mention of blood (it's a vampire)

Fangs and Guns.

What a weird name for a dating app. Well, to be perfectly honest, it wasn't a dating app-- it was a vampire-specific hookup app, meant to connect bloodsuckers and humans for sex and consensual feedings. But it had a good number of people on it, and you'd used it quite a bit over the past couple of years, because you sort of had a thing for being nibbled on.

Only this time, you'd agreed to meet up with a vamp while carrying a human hookup's 'little accident'.

Oh, he knew you were pregnant, and nearing your due date to boot. You kept your profile updated so there'd be no questions when you showed up for a good time hauling a large, heavy belly. On the one hand, it seemed to narrow down your choice of fuckbuddies, but on the other, those that swiped right usually turned out to be very enthusiastic about your condition.

The vampire you'd agreed to meet tonight was no exception. You'd been messaging back and forth for a few days, and while there'd been plenty of the usual talk of blood types and STI testing, he also hadn't been shy about asking for pictures of your swollen gut. 

At least your pregnancy was good for something.

You arrived at the hotel and waited nervously in the dimly lit parking lot, rubbing the side of your stomach where the baby was kicking and stretching.

"Hello there," came a deep, slightly accented voice that almost made you jump. "You look even more magnificent than your photos."

He was tall and well-dressed, wearing an expensive-looking suit that flattered his figure. His eyes caught the faint light in an odd, inhuman sort of way, though otherwise they looked entirely human. You could tell he was built from the way he held himself, and you were already eager to see him naked.

"Thank you," you said. "You're not bad-looking yourself. I'd offer you a hug, but..." You patted the side of your bump and grinned.

"I wouldn't dream of making you strain yourself," he replied with dry amusement, a hint of fang peeking between his lips. "Shall we?"

You let him lead the way inside, allowing him to open the door and guide you down the hallway to the room he'd already booked. Thankfully, nobody gave you a second glance despite your pronounced waddle.

He'd asked to be called Lucien, and you didn't question it. It didn't really matter if that was his real name.

Once you were alone together, he wasted no time. He immediately reached out to touch you, cupping your bearded face and then sliding his hands down your chest. You'd never had much in the way of a chest until after you'd gotten knocked up, but now it was bloated and puffy, filling with milk for the kid doing summersaults in your stomach. Lucien's cool fingers fondled the tender flesh and teased a few drops of milk from your nipples to soak into the fabric of your t-shirt, smiling with amusement as the wet patches began to grow. 

"Milking's extra," you chuckled, only half joking. "I'm more interested in getting to the good stuff."

Your vampire laughed, giving your chest one last pat before dropping his hands down to the hem of your shirt. "Then let's get you comfortable," he said, tugging it up over the dome of your belly. 

You lifted your arms and let him pull it off over your head, gasping as the chilly air hit your skin and sent a shiver down your spine. Your pregnant abdomen was almost impossibly round, decorated with reddened stretch marks and faint curls that thickened down around your protruding navel. You weren't terribly fond of the look, but you knew some guys found it super hot.

Lucien's hands were there in an instant, stroking reverently over the tight skin. "Gorgeous," he murmured. "So full of life. I almost can't believe there isn't someone out there who wants to lay claim to you-- and this." The vampire's long fingers were bold as they drifted lower, cupping you through your jeans and giving you a squeeze. "But then I wouldn't have the opportunity for a taste, would I?"

"That's right," you answered, biting your lip at the touch. "I'm all yours tonight, and the baby isn't due for another couple of weeks, so do all the tasting you want."

His eyes seemed to flash red for a moment, and his lips parted, showing off those wicked fangs. They looked sharp enough to cut, and the idea of him sinking them into your neck was a thrill that sent a shiver of anticipation through your body.

Lucien stepped closer, his breath a cool breeze against your bare shoulder. "I can smell the blood coursing through your veins," he said, the words barely above a whisper. "Can hear your heart beating fast and hard in your chest. You're excited, aren't you?"

Fuck. You could feel your core clench in anticipation, liquid heat surging forth to dampen your boxers, while the child in your womb gave a particularly robust kick. "Do you even have to ask?"

His smile grew predatory as he moved even closer. His body was firm and solid against you, and you could feel the bulge of his arousal pressing into your side.

"I just like to hear you say it," Lucien answered. His hand slid down the side of your bump and into the front of your pants. His graceful fingers quickly found their way beneath your underwear and between the slick lips of your sex.

"Ahh, fuck," you gasped. His fingers were cooler than your skin, and you could feel yourself flutter and twitch as he slowly stroked through your wetness.

"Tell me how badly you want me," he said, his lips brushing against your ear. "Do you want me to suck your blood while I fuck you?"

"Yes," you moaned. You felt so good already, the pleasure rolling through you as his fingers dipped inside and curled against your inner walls, and you wanted more. "Fuck me. Bite me. Drink my blood."

He chuckled, and the sound vibrated through you, making you shudder. "I love a meal with a little spice."

"I'll give you spice," you groaned. Your belly was so tight and heavy, and you could feel your pulse pounding in your throat. You were desperate for release. "C'mon. Please. Don’t make me wait."

The vampire chuckled and slipped his fingers free, making you groan at the loss. But he was already unbuckling his belt, his cock hard and already standing proud as he pushed his pants and underwear down and kicked them off. "Turn around and put your hands on the mattress," he instructed. "Legs spread wide."

You hurried to obey, leaning forward with your legs spread as wide as you could get them with the baby weighing you down.

"Perfect."

The next thing you knew, his hand was on the small of your back, gently pressing you further forward and tilting your hips up.

"Just like that."

And then he was inside, his cock a smooth, thick shaft as it slid into your hole. He moved slowly at first, letting you feel every inch of him as he pushed in, filling you up and making you moan.

"Fuck," you gasped, your fingers clenching in the bedsheets.

"That's right," he crooned, his hand stroking over the curve of your spine. "Take it all."

He bottomed out, his pelvis flush with your ass, and his hand slipped down to caress the side of your bump. You could feel the baby squirming and kicking, and the sensation made your hole squeeze around the cock inside you.

"Damn," he gasped, his voice breathy. "That's right. Milk my cock, human. The pleasure makes you that much sweeter."

You moaned, the sound long and low, as he began to move. He pulled out almost entirely and then slammed back in, rocking your whole body. Then again, and again, faster and harder each time, no-nonsense and just like you wanted. Just like you've been craving with every fiber of your being.

The whole bed rocked with his thrusts, and your hands clamped tight on the edge of the mattress to hold yourself in place.

"Harder," you moaned, the word almost slurred. "I'm not made of glass!"

He growled, the animalistic sound reverberating through his chest and into your body, and his hips snapped forward. The force of the thrust made your toes curl, and a sharp jolt of pleasure-pain shot through you.

It was almost too much. Almost perfect.

"Fuck," you choked out, driving back to meet him despite the discomfort. "You're-- you're gonna break my water!"

Your voice was nearly a shout, but he didn't stop, instead using a fraction of his inhuman strength to pound into you. God, it was brutal, but it wasn't more than you could handle. 

You hoped.

"I'm gonna... I'm gonna...!"

You were close, so fucking close, and you could feel your orgasm building. The baby was moving too, kicking and pushing at the inside of your stretched belly, riled up by the bumpy ride.

"Give it to me," Lucien said, his voice rough and ragged. "I want to feel you come on my cock."

"Oh, god," you moaned, the words drawing out into a pleasured howl as the pressure inside you suddenly burst. 

You came hard, your sex spasming around the thick length inside you. Your body shuddered with the force of it, your belly swinging heavily beneath you while its passenger squirmed, adding to the intensity of the moment.

"Fuck," Lucien hissed, his fingers digging into your hips.

His thrusts were fast and deep, and you could feel him throbbing within you. He was close, and the knowledge sent a fresh wave of arousal through your oversensitive body.

"That's it," you moaned, rocking back against him. "Come for me, vampire. Come inside me."

Lucien's thrusts stuttered, and you could feel his cock swell and twitch as he spilled into you. He let out a low groan, his hips pumping erratically as he filled you up.

So close. Almost there. Almost there!

"Fuck," he hissed, the word drawn out and punctuated by the sharp bite of his fangs as he finally sank them into your neck.

YES.

You cried out, the sting of his bite mixing with the pleasure of your orgasm. The vamp saliva turned to pure bliss in your veins, its unique makeup liquid ecstasy for humans, and you gladly let the feeling wash over you. This was what you'd needed; this was exactly what you'd been missing all these months, ever since your abdomen had begun to swell.

It was glorious, and you let him feed from you while you rode the high, until your muscles finally went lax, leaving you panting and limp.

"There we go," Lucien said as he finished, his tongue lapping over the wounds to close them. "Now, isn't that better?"

"Yeah," you breathed, reaching down to rest a hand on your bump. It felt like the kid had finally calmed down. "So much better."

You could feel the vampire smile against your neck. "Good," he said, slowly pulling out. "Because I'm not nearly finished with you yet."

You shuddered, anticipation thrumming through you.

It was going to be a good night.

(A Spooky Season story.)

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[coraniaid]

Another AU idea, if you're not bored of these already! Spike, for whatever reason, doesn't come back to Sunnydale. (Maybe the flights are expensive or something.) What alternative bad guy could be an interesting new Scooby? (You know, like Dracula, or Glory, or Sunday, etc. etc.)

PS: Faith isn't a bad guy, so she doesn't count! :)

As I think I've mentioned on here before, if I ever get around to writing a sequel to my S3 AU fic Coexist (which, to be clear, is not very likely to happen), I would probably have Sunday be the vampire who gets captured and then chipped by the Initiative.

But just to be a different (and to keep my options open if I ever do end up writing such a sequel), let's go with somebody else: Willow's vampire alter ego from The Wish and Doppelgangland. There are, I guess, a couple of objections to this idea: namely that the last time we saw vamp!Willow she was (a) in another dimension and (b) dead. But these are easily dealt with, I think.

How I see this playing out is that everything in Season 4 happens much the same way it does in canon for the first few episodes (Spike either comes back for The Harsh Light Of Day but then not a second time, or we can replace him in that one episode with somebody like ... I don't know, Lyle Gorch?). Oz and Willow still break up, as in canon, and Oz leaves town after Wild At Heart. Then:

We go immediately into Something Blue [skipping The Initiative for now, and skipping Pangs forever because it's trash]. Willow still casts her will-be-done spell and things play out as much as like canon as they can. Obviously that's pretty different, with no Spike -- we probably need to rename the episode for a start -- but Willow can still make Giles blind and Xander a literal demon magnet. Let's say her suggestion for Buffy is a bit like Dawn's wish in Season 6; she's upset about Buffy going patrolling and not staying with her, so she unwittingly says something that makes Buffy both unwilling and unable to leave the dorms (but it takes them a while to figure out this is what's happened). The other key difference is that, while mourning the end of her relationship with Oz, Willow brings up her doppelganger from last season and says she had a point that "this world's no fun". "Why," Willow says, "She should come back from wherever we sent her so I can tell her she was right." Cue to vamp!Willow in the Wishverse, just about to be staked (again) ... only to vanish and reappear in Willow's dorm room. [With some work, you could play up the fact that human!Willow didn't realize Oz could hurt her so badly with the fact that vamp!Willow was about to be killed by him.] Before our Willow can say anything, her counterpart escapes into the night (and Buffy can't chase her, because of the wish Willow made about her, which is something that helps them figure out what's going on).

At the end of the episode, Willow breaks the spell as in canon. Everyone assumes that this sent vamp!Willow back to her original dimension again -- especially when she doesn't show up to cause any more trouble -- but it doesn't. Instead she gets captured by the Initiative, just like Spike did in canon. And a couple of episodes later, she breaks free again ... only to discover, just like Spike did, that she's been chipped and can't hurt anybody human. She probably finds out a little bit sooner that she can still hurt demons and vampires: in fact, given her MO in Doppelgangland she probably only finds out she can't drink from living humans after she's already taken control of the current vampire gang in Sunnydale and tried to attack the Bronze (again). When that doesn't work (and after her reputation has taken a bit of a blow as a result) she tries the Drusilla approach of being a power behind the throne for a bit (not hurting anyone directly but getting a proxy to lead the other vampires in attacking humans and bringing her fresh blood from already-dead victims), but unfortuntately for her credibility the only vampire she can find who's willing to take orders from a vampire who can't hurt people herself is Harmony (who I guess was dating Lyle Gorch in this AU but broke up with him pretty quickly). And between that frustration and the fact the Initiative quickly show up again looking for her, she doesn't have much choice but to throw herself on the Scooby Gang's mercy [which we know, from Season 3, that they're likely to show her, especially if she can give them any information about the Initiative].

Cue sitcom-worthy plots wherein human!Willow is going to class and (mostly) spending her nights in the dorm room she shares with Buffy and sometimes going home to visit her parents and trying to keep her new relationship with Tara hidden from her friends, while vamp!Willow is sometimes hiding out in a crypt somewhere and sometimes hanging out with Anya and sometimes pretending to be human!Willow in Buffy's dorm (to escape both the Initiative and Harmony). Harmony has at least three conversations with human!Willow which she walks away from thinking she's been talking to vamp!Willow (Harmony thinks vamp!Willow is the coolest person she's ever met but the feeling is not quite mutual). Riley is briefly convinced that human!Willow is the missing "Hostile 17" he and his men have been looking for, then is persuaded that Willow is 100% human and not a vampire at all, then almost immediately runs into vamp!Willow and assumes he's still talking to human!Willow. When Faith temporarily steals Buffy's body in Who Are You? she also completely fails to clock that vamp!Willow and human!Willow are different people (though she figures out almost immediately that both Willows are crazy about Tara). She does get on a lot better with the vampire version of Willow than the human one, but she assumes this is just because Willow has mellowed out a lot since high school. (Faith only learns the truth when she comes back in Season 7.) Anya can tell them apart easily and thinks it's weird that other people can't. She and vamp!Willow get on like a house on fire (which really highlights how much Anya and human!Willow don't); they trade stories about various atrocities they've committed when they're bored (they agree that Anya's are better but Anya cheers vamp!Willow up by pointing out she's a lot older and had more time to practice being evil).

When Oz comes back later in the season, we briefly tease the idea that having two versions of Willow might be a way of resolving Willow's putative love triangle (especially by having vamp!Willow delightedly refer to Oz as 'puppy' when he first starts to transform into a werewolf again). The problem is that both Oz and Tara can always tell the two Willows apart, and neither of them is attracted to vamp!Willow at all. (The fact vamp!Willow remembers a version of Oz trying to kill her is not, as it turns out, much of a problem.) Adam still tries to recruit vamp!Willow to sow dissension in the ranks of the Scooby Gang, but she isn't very interested in trying [she's not interested in playing second fiddle to some other demon] and wouldn't be very good at it if she was. Adam gets Harmony to do it instead, and she is surprisingly successful at it at first (in part because she doesn't think of herself as doing anything untoward: she's just helpfully pointing out facts [cf. that Cordelia quote about tact]). Harmony still can't tell vamp!Willow and human!Willow apart though, so she cheerfully tells human!Willow that she thinks she [i.e. vamp!Willow] has done a great job infilitrating the gang and all Willow's friends already like her much more than the original, which she means sincerely and our Willow does not take well. Vamp!Willow figures out what's going on (and decides to tell the Scoobies about it, mainly because she's annoyed that Adam is trying to take 'her' rightful place as the town's Big Bad). But not before Harmony tries to give her the speech which she'd planned to give human!Willow (which is mostly the same speech about how great vamp!Willow is, actually, but Harmony makes the point of telling her that she's not as smart as vamp!Willow "so you shouldn't even try to stop Adam's plan, because there's no way a loser like you will figure out he's going to have all the demons be captured bythe Initiative then stage a break out and hope they all kill each other").

Vamp!Willow also follows canon!Spike's lead in falling for Buffy in Season 5. She is, if anything, even more mortified on realizing this than Spike was. Buffy and human!Willow try very hard to pretend this doesn't make things weird between them, not entirely succesfully. This gets even more difficult to do in Season 6 when vamp!Willow and Buffy start hooking up.

[catierambles]

Blood Moon Ch.11

Pairing: Syverson x Annalisa Caulfield (OFC)

Annalisa moved around her office in Pendulum, needing to get a jump on work. Sy would be by later as they got closer to opening to start the paperwork and meet the security team. Inventory counts, nights totals, police report from last night. The fact that Sy's brother was one of the suits that showed up was a bit amusing. She'd dealt with him a few times before and he was a decent guy.

The office door opened without a knock beforehand and she looked over at it as Eugene walked inside, his posture tense.

“Knocking is a thing.” She said simply.

“Why is your new boy toy put in the system as the new Head of Security?” He asked, his tone angry.

“Because he is our new Head of Security.” She said, as if it were obvious, and it was.

“A bouncer I could understand, the man is a neanderthal hick—”

“Don't talk about him like that.”

“But Head of Security?” He asked, “How in the hells is he qualified for that?”

“By being a former Captain in the Army Special Forces.” She said, “With multiple tours under his belt. He's a bit overqualified for being simply a member of security, don't you think?”

“Annie, you're letting your personal feelings impact your business decisions.”

“Excuse me? How? We needed a new Head, he needed a job and was qualified. It doesn't matter how I feel about him. If he had found the position positing online and applied, he would have gotten it. Because he's qualified for the position.”

“Just because you enjoy sleeping with him—”

“He's my Tovaras.” She said and he paused.

“Excuse me?” Eugene asked, his voice controlled.

“Sy is my Tovaras.” She clarified, “It's why he felt so different to me, why I felt so strongly for him since the beginning. He's my Tovaras de Viata.”

“He's a human.” Eugene said but she was silent. “He's not a human.”

“No, Eugene, he isn't. He's a wolf, like Ethan.”

“You're fucking a dog? Are you stupid?”

“Get out.” Annalisa said.

“Annie—”

“Eugene Dubois, get the fuck out of my office. That's twice you've insulted him and now you've insulted me. Get out of my sight and remember your place.” He looked like he was going to argue, but she just kept eye contact before he looked away.

“Yes, Lady Caulfield.” He said and left the office, closing the door behind him.

Sy walked into Pendulum, heading past the bar and Ethan taking count of what they had on hand. The club was quiet, the day lights on, the large bladed pendulum on the back wall behind thick glass stationary instead of swinging back and forth on a track like it usually did.

“Hey, man.” He called out and Ethan turned.

“Hey, brother.” Ethan said, “Heard you're joining our little gang.”

“Yeah, Annie offered me a job.” He said, heading over to the bar.

“Avoid Renaud--”

"Eugene." Sy said and there was a beat.

"Is that his real name?" Ethan asked with a snort and Sy nodded. "Wow, okay. Anyway, he's pissed and on a war path.”

“Thanks for the heads up. He gonna be a problem for me?”

“He won't go against Annie if he knows what's good for him.” Ethan said, “Besides, she handles the staff, not him.”

“Yeah. You in their little inner circle?”

“The coven?” He asked and Sy nodded. “Not officially. It's only a vamp thing, traditionally, but I'm in on meetings when they have them. You will too, probably.”

“How many on the payroll are non-human?” Ethan was speaking plainly, so Sy figured it was safe for him to do so as well.

“Only a few. We're the only wolves that I know of. Sweeney, Shelley, and Frost are vamps, they patrol the floor looking out for trouble and take care of the VIPs. A couple members of security.”

“Yeah, Annie let me know about them last night during the drug thing.”

“Eugene, obviously,” Ethan said, “The other bartender, Jayce, he's human and in the dark though, so mums the word around him. Annie'll probably introduce you to the vamp staff privately."

"I know why I call her Annie, why do you?"

"Because she's Annie." Ethan said with a shrug, "I was in a bad spot after I got infected, half feral and dangerous. She took me in, got me straightened out, gave me a job. I know what you're probably thinking, and no, it didn't go any farther than that. She's like...I don't know, a big sister or a mom. She took care of me until I was able to take care of myself. I'd do anything for her, because I know she'd do anything for me. For all of us. Except maybe Eugene. Can't believe that's his real name, the try-hard."

“She's my Mate.”

“I know.” Ethan said, “Dude, my nose is hypertuned like yours. You carry her scent, and not just because you're bunking together. It's a part of you now. Just like she carries yours. You're her—the hell do they call it? Tovaras? It ain't just chemistry, Sy, it's biology. Speak of the She-Devil.” Annalisa gave him a look as she moved next to Sy, her hand sliding over his low back and he gave her a soft look.

“When did you get here?” She asked.

“Not long, just talkin' to Ethan about the lay of the land.” He said, his arm lifting to wrap around her shoulders. “Heard Eugene is in a bother.” Ethan snorted softly, turning back around to continue taking stock.

“Eugene.” He whispered, chuckling.

“He'll get over it.” She said, “Come on, let's head back to my office and we'll get a jump on the tax paperwork.”

“Taxes?” He asked with a note of disgust.

“Yes, taxes. You still have to file a W-2 and a 1099.”

“You been in this city since before it was a city, how do you keep people from noticin' that you don't age?” Sy asked.

“By knowing people who know people.” She said with a shrug.

“You sure you ain't in the mob?” He asked and Ethan snorted again.

“Yes, I'm sure.” She said, rolling her eyes. “Come on, bureaucracy awaits.”

The paperwork was every bit as boring as he remembered as he looked over the various tax forms and employment documentation.

“I haven't signed my name this much since I enlisted.” He said, throwing the pen down on the desk and leaning back in his chair.

“You were a Captain, weren't you?”

“Yeah.”

“That requires a college degree, at least a Bachelors.”

“Went into ROTC outta high school, Criminal Justice.”

“You have a Bachelors in Criminal Justice, a military background with tours overseas, and you couldn't get a position in at least the Police Academy?” She asked but he shook his head.

“I had an honorable discharge, but it was listed as medical. On-going complications due to injuries sustained in the line of duty. I guess they didn't wanna chance it.”

“Does the Army know about...” She let it trail off, but he knew what she was asking.

“Not that I'm aware of.” Sy said, “I was pretty banged up, so when they asked if I wanted to keep goin', I told'em no and they discharged me. Be pretty hard to hide it if I stayed in.”

“Probably a good call.” She said, “Besides, if you stayed in, you probably wouldn't have been in Bixby's that night and we would have never met.”

“Doors, windows, ya know.” He said and she got up from her chair on the other side of the desk, walking around it and going behind him, leaning over and resting on his shoulders, her hands smoothing over his chest. “I want you to meet my family.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. You already know Brian, but there's his wife and kids, and I got three other brothers. Pete and Jake are both married with kids, and Mikey is the youngest but is too busy bein' twenty-four to settle down.”

“Nor should he, at that age. Marrying that early almost never works out. You don't know who you are yet to settle with someone for the rest of your life.”

“How old were you when you got married?” Sy asked and she paused. “Annie?”

“You sure you want to know that answer?” She asked and he turned slightly to look up at her.

“Not so much anymore.” Sy said, “You weren't like...sixteen, were you?” She had been Turned on her wedding night, so however old she was when she was married, was the age she would be forever.

“No.” She said with a snort, “It may have been a different time, but there was still decorum when it came to marriage. Especially since children were expected from the union. I was twenty when I married. Markus was...well, a couple centuries past that, but passed his age as thirty-five.”

“Your folks let their twenty year old daughter marry a man they thought was fifteen years older than her?”

“Different time, remember?” She reminded him, “But you're right, twenty at that time was still considered a bit young, most women married at twenty-two or twenty-three. However, Markus was a Lord, remember? And wealthy. We...weren't.”

“How'd you meet him?”

“You're going to hate him if I tell you.”

“Annalisa.”

“I was a maid for his estate. It was one of the very few ways, besides seamstress or prostitute, for a woman to be employed. I sent all the money I made back to my parents as, because I was a maid, I had free room and board at his estate in the servants' quarters.”

“He was your boss.” Sy said, and she was right, he was starting to hate him. She had been twenty, a servant, and... “He held all the power. Over where you lived, if you ate, if your family got money to survive.”

“Sy...” She moved away from him with a sigh.

“Annalisa, the man took advantage of you.”

“Markus was never inappropriate with us, never asked things of us outside our job descriptions.”

“That don't make it right. It don't matter he didn't get frisky with the other maids, it matters that he got frisky with you.”

“The man married me, Kyle! Would it have been better if he got under my skirts and then kicked me out once he got bored?!”

“It don't matter that he put a ring on your finger!” Sy said, getting up from his chair, “You were twenty! Barely outta bein' a teen and he seduced you!”

“Doesn't seem to bother you.”

“Don't you dare.” Sy said, “You're a few centuries past twenty now, Annalisa, and even if you weren't, I ain't holdin' your livelihood and the livelihood of your entire fuckin' family over you.”

“Neither did he!” She yelled, “He didn't just fuck me in a hall closet and marry me to avoid a scandal, Sy! He courted me and he proposed because he loved me, and I said yes because I loved him.”

“The power balance between you—”

“For fucks sake, Kyle! It's been four hundred years and the man is dead! That Hunter forced holy water down his throat and I had to watch as his insides were liquefied! There was so much blood! And the entire time he was screaming! Even as it streamed out of his mouth and nose! A horrible, drowning sound! I could hear it for years afterwards! See him every time I closed my eyes!” He crossed the room quickly, pulling her against his chest as the almost violent sobs wracked her body, holding her tightly.

“I'm sorry.” He chanted it into her hair, “I'm sorry, baby. I'm so fuckin' sorry I dragged that up.”

“I couldn't save him, I couldn't help him. I had to watch him die like that, knowing I was next.”

“How'd you get away?”

“Eugene, he was a friend of Markus'.” She said, breathing through it, “He was too late to help Markus, but he was able to get me free and out of there.”

“And you—”

“Be pissed at him. I was eventually. I was a recent widow, having watched my husband die a gruesome, traumatic death, and he saw an opportunity.” She said.

“Go out to my truck, baby. We're goin' home, I'm runnin' a bath in that big bathtub of yours, and I'm takin' care of you. Okay?” She nodded against him and he dug his keys out of his pocket, handing them to her. “I'll be right out.” She just nodded again, palming his keys and pulling away from him, leaving her office.

“Annie?” He heard Eugene's voice out in the hall and there was a snarl in the back of his mind. He came into view a moment later in the office doorway, his shoulders tense and his eyes burning. "What the fuck did you do to her?"

"What did I do to her?" Sy asked and Eugene stalked over him. He tried to grab him, but Sy twisted, grabbing his wrist and wrenching his arm behind his back, slamming him face first onto the desk, fisting the back of his shirt. "You listen to me, you piece of shit."

"Let go of me!"

"She was traumatized and you took advantage of that. Her husband, your friend, was dead and you helped yourself to his widow." Sy said, "If it ain't about business, you don't talk to her. No more visits to her house, you can talk to her here or at Tell-Tale Heart. Got it?"

"Or you'll what, dog?" He growled out, his fangs long.

"Or I'll rip your damn arms off and beat you to death with them. It'll take a while, but I won't be in any rush." Sy said and let go of him, stepping back as he straightened.

"You're fired."

"Not your call. Now get outta my face."

"The only reason why I'm not ripping your throat out right now is because of Annie."

"Keep tellin' yourself that if it makes you feel better." Sy said and stood there in the office for a bit longer after he was gone before leaving, heading out to his truck. Annalisa was sitting in the passenger seat, relaxed in the seat with her eyes closed. She didn't respond when he got into the driver's side, starting the engine and pulling away from the club, but her fingers did tighten in his when he reached over to hold her hand, entwining their fingers.

[partypoisonzz]

thoughts on vamp!trey? any thoughts? any spare thoughts at all? 🫣

— (totally not sqiblet)

(also sorry if u we’re looking for mcr related asks i just now considered that as i’m writing this lol)

All asks of all kinds (except like my social security number and shit lol) are welcome here. Plus I want to let everyone know about our special boy. 😗

Vampire!Trey Headcanons

CW: NSFW content, AFAB reader, graphic descriptions of blood/wounds, mentions of death, mentions of scars, breathplay, mentions of menstruation

SFW

He's obviously fucking terrifying. Extremely strong, extremely intense, could totally accidentally kill you from feeding and has had it happen before with other people. But he loves you and you love him, so he has this compulsion to keep you safe that he hasn't had in the past, as well as a stronger telepathic connection than he's had with any of his feeding partners. He can tell when it's too much for you. As soon as this happens, he stops everything.

Kinda weird to say about a guy who could plausibly kill you at any moment, but he's an acts of service guy, — partially because you're keeping one another alive, which is the biggest act of service of all, and partially because he's come to know you so well and wants to make sure you have everything you want and need. But if you make over him for taking care of you, he will not take the bait. He just gets all embarrassed and tells you to shut up and not mention it.

Secretly obsessed with the heated blanket that he puts on to keep you warm after he takes too much blood. He's been ice cold for nearly thirty years, so the warmth makes him feel weirdly human. He also likes how you fuss over how cold he is, all the while curling in closer to him. You don't mind wrapping yourself around a gigantic ice block. That's amoré.

Fixated on your bite scars. It isn't that he feels guilty, — it's the only way he can live, and you want him to do this, — but he still can't function knowing he's left permanent marks all over you without drawing attention to it. He traces over them when you're laying together. He kisses them sometimes, too.

Loves how affectionate you are towards him, but doesn't know how to handle it at all. Part of him still feels like he doesn't deserve you, or that your attachment to him is just a result of the mild mind-control powers that his venom contains, so having you look at him like he hung the fucking moon feels disconcerting. He never asks for reassurance, but he needs it when he gets into his depressive, paranoid moods. If you keep telling him you love him, he just might eventually think that he deserves it... Maybe.

Gets in moods sometimes where he's essentially an apex predator with the zoomies. At that point, you just kinda have to try and fight against his superhuman strength and dramatically freak out while he pretends to eat you in a borderline cartoonish fashion. It's fucked up and ridiculous, but it's one of the only times he treats his condition like something other than a curse, and also you generally end up making out afterwards, at which point he usually bites you for real.

NSFW if ya nasty

Gets so, so needy when he's hungry. If he's gone a couple days since he first realized he needed to eat for whatever reason, he will be a trembling, wild-eyed mess when you finally tell him to take what he needs. He's always a bit less considerate than usual, biting all over with reckless abandon, but he's usually also gasping and moaning, telling you that he "needed you so bad" and "you taste so good, fuck, you're perfect."

Uses his telepathic powers to edge you. He knows when you're close without you saying anything, and he stops just to make you beg. He wants you to be shaking and crying, pleading with him to let you come. This usually ends with either his teeth in your neck while he fucks you harder or removing his head from between your legs to finish you off with his fingers while he bites your thigh. The overstimulation of having him bite you while you finally come always leaves you a fucking wreck.

He also pushes every limit he can because he knows exactly how much you can take. He will press down against your windpipe until he knows he needs to let up, edge and/or overstimulate you until you can't speak, fuck you as hard as he can with his hand over your mouth until he knows that it's too much. Even when he knows he needs to settle down a bit, he keeps up the aggression, telling you to "just take a little bit more, I know you can" and "stop making so much fucking noise."

Loves eating you out. He has you sit on a towel every time regardless of the time of month because he always leaves a bunch of bites all over your hips and legs, so blood gets everywhere, anyway. Part of the appeal is that he wants to do you a favor after you've supplied him with his literal life-source, but also he just loves it in general. It feels intimate in a carnal way. He holds your legs open and goes absolutely insane. He's not gentle about it, — he literally eats you out like you're his last meal. He pins your hips down against whatever surface because his hunting instincts tell him not to let you move and fucking devours you without much rhyme or reason, smearing blood all over your thighs and his face. He'll make you come over and over until he's finally satisfied, laughing at your trembling legs and blissed-out expression when he finally pulls away.

Will have you sit on his lap while he feeds off you, so he can feel you up and, if you're lucky, finger you. Due to his predatory instincts, the more that you whine, the more ruthless he gets, pulling away from your neck to muffle your cries with his palm and tell you to stop squirming so it will be over quicker, even though he's rocking his hips up against you the entire time.

Licks the blood off of you every time he bites you. He doesn't want to waste a single drop, but he also just loves the way that you react, all desperate and usually already fucked out. Sometimes, he looks up into your eyes while he's doing it, and you're an absolute goner. You've come to crave the feeling of his tongue running over your wounds, and you find that the taste of your own blood in his mouth when you grab him by the hair and pull him up to kiss you isn't bad, either.

[starlahuskyz]

"Ask me about Jordan"

YES MA'AM

How does she get along with each of the boys? Does she get along with Star and or Laddie? What's her reaction to the Emersons + Frog Bros? If she were canon, would she die in the movie like the boys? (Also the thought of her going into a blind blood boiling rage after Marko’s death has a GRIP on me)

So sorry if it's too much no need to answer em all! Just pick oje to your liking if you want! ^^ 💜💜💜💜

>:D

Starting with David, he's able to tolerate her but she has an attitude like Marko so she can be a bit of a smartass sometimes. Whenever she pulls that shit with him he might snap at her but she could give less of a shit. She doesn't hate him but she really pushes her luck with him a lot just to see what his limits are like. But overall, David treats her the best he can because Marko won't tolerate David being mean to her.

Moving onto Dwayne, he's pretty impassive at first but he soon grows to like her more. While she tends to have a wild side to her compared to most other girls he's met, she's also fairly grounded and isn't completely dense which is a nice change for him. He also admires how well she gets along with Laddie. Also bonus points cuz he has a skating buddy now :)

Paul and Jordan are two halves of a whole moron, Paul loves getting absolutely zonked with her and having really stupid conversations that soon turn existential really fast. And if they aren't doing that they are blasting music on the rock box being an absolute nuisance to everyone else. Sometimes he'll ask her to draw shit on his arms just for the funsies.

Do I even need to say anything about how Marko feels? He was fairly enamored by her at first glance, but after having a few convos with her, he became head over heels for her. He would do anything for her, he would kill anyone who even looks at her wrong. They both have fiery attitudes and can get into very and I mean VERY stupid arguments that end in the occasional fight but it always ends with them making up in the end and then usually laughing about it. She ends up loving him more than she thought she would after he proves that he can be trusted and that he means no harm (poor girl has trust issues after her previous relationship). Basically they are the crazy ass couple you don't fuck with.

Star didn't know what to think of her when she first met her. She was a little wary of her because she almost seemed like bad news going off of first impressions. But she ended up warming up to her as she proved to be a lot nicer than she initially thought. As for Jordan, she was kinda nervous to talk to her because she could tell she wasn't a fan of her being in the cave. (also she was flustered by how pretty she was) They both could bond together having girl talk which soon led to how Jordan ended up getting her ear pierced with the lil rubber ducky.

Laddie sees Jordan as the crazy asf older sister like how Paul is the crazy asf older brother. Whenever Laddie is feeling down, Jordan will do whatever it takes to make him feel better. Jordan sometimes babysits him and they end up watching MTV in her room at her house. Although she gets reckless with him sometimes, like skateboarding through Santa Carla with him holding onto her back for dear life as she weaved through traffic and almost sent hem off a cliff. Dwayne wasn't too happy but by the end, Laddie told Jordan that it was better than any ride he's ever been on at the boardwalk.

(At this point my usual headcanon is that the emersons and frogs had went through the whole incident but it ended in a truce between humans and vamps, so I will be going off of of that for now.)

Jordan met the frogs even before she was a vamp so they had prior interaction, it was mostly just them having stupid back and forths about nonsense, and even when she became a vamp...that didn't really change anything. The frogs are mostly just wary of her and don't completely trust her, especially after hearing she was hanging with the Lost Boys. Jordan will sometimes enter their shop to ask them occasional questions about vampires cuz she knows jack shit about them. And when they aren't in the shop, they are hanging with Sam. This ends in Jordan opening Sam's window unannounced as they are doing god knows what which scares the shit out of all of them.

Speaking of which Sam is fine with her, but hates how unpredictable she can be sometimes. Entering his home unannounced is one example, sometimes she may need to talk to one of the emersons about something so what does she do? Enter through Sam's window... Every. Single. Time. Even with that though, they still are cool with each other. Jordan sometimes brings him a comic he was be looking for just for compensation.

Michael and Jordan are apart of the "Manipulated into drinking blood by an attractive guy" club. So they tend to talk about their frustrations and they seem to relate to each other quite a bit more than they ever thought they would. They are both just losers, but they are losers who have each other.

Lucy reminds Jordan of her own mother a whole lot, so she tries to be nice to her as much as possible. Sometimes for days when she shows up unannounced, she'll talk to Lucy if she senses something wrong with her. Sometimes her kids get distant so it's nice to have Jordan to talk to and vent to.

Grandpa scares the shit out of Jordan, he will say something that comes off as a threat to her, but ends up laughing about it saying he's just messing with her. Jordan doesn't know if he really is though...

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Now if she was a canon character, she would die trying to avenge Marko. As for how she would die, it would probably be after she does something impulsive out of blind rage. Like she's goes after Sam but ends up getting caught up in a bunch up wires and cable which she tries to escape from by biting them. Sam tries to warn her not to do that but it's too late and she suffers a similar fate to Dwayne. Sam almost feels bad because she was only trying to avenge her lover who they took away from her, and her own death wasn't even his own doing.

Hope that answers ur questions :3

[acoldsovereign]

Be honest Vamp!Maize, favorite blood type?? 🔫

SUBJECT MATTER: HONESTY HOUR!*

// *For asks targeted to different verses. //

*(Vampire Edition)

sender: @theannoyedskittle // status--always open!

She ran a hand through unique curls that jutted out in different directions; some pointed towards her face, others away from it (and her head in general). It was black, the exact shade of ink, if not darker. In this disguise, she looked like a human; pointy ears were rounded, double fangs were flat, boring white teeth, and her height was cut in half (in terms of inches). She was 6'5" instead of 6'10".

6'7", if she wore any footwear.

She passed fairly well if nobody looked at her for too long or weren't astute enough to notice unnerving details like the shade of her eyes. Ominously luminous, the acid green coloration contrasted against dark brown skin. Sometimes, the pupils became slitted--especially when she dwelled on the topic of hunger. "What an interesting question." There was a hint of an accent, but with no clear point of origin. Her voice held subtle notes of amusement.

She tapped her chin and said, "I do not think I have one." An echo would follow the end of her sentences. "I enjoy my sustenance from humans and vampires alike.

"Originally, it was just foolish humans who dared come into my territory.

"On the Frontier, where I hail from, the Earth's been ravaged by monsters such as I, humans who have been mutated by the environment and my kind, and other assorted creatures made from magic and science--also from my kind.

"I only began drinking and devouring my kind when they showed their intolerance of me. Where I come from, we are called the Noblility. There is a hierarchy. Pureblood, born-vampires are considered the true and supreme authority above all. Those who are turned are not given true respect. They are often made to be servants to these royal and so-called noble bloodlines." Her eyes darkened. The pupils went back to 'normal'. "They have thralls--human slaves. They use them in all manners one can think of. Yes, even in that way.

"They are mostly arrogant and stagnant; convinced of their superiority, they waged war with other beings, aliens, other Gods, and humans. Or, so I've heard. The war of attrition has been lost, and Lady Fortune hasn't favored them in many centuries since."

The woman raised her head and sighed an exasperated sigh. It was a long winded explanation; but she was able to explain the most important parts of vampire history in a couple of sentences. The vampires fell into a state of ennui; humans caught up and started eradicating them en masse. Many fled underground, leaving behind super-science tools powerful enough to create black holes, new universes or to destroy them altogether. Others fled to the stars. Some decided to stay behind and fight. The classism of the Noblility was why they didn't take in new fledglings. The woman wasn't too sure of how old she was; memories melded together with something else--someone else's influence.

As if that information was classified.

"--Their stupidity," she concluded, with a dark chuckle. She waved a hand dismissively, as if this was all funny and lighthearted like a joke between friends. ". . .is why I prey on them. They're too idiotic to live. So I relieve them of their life force. I've learned from the experience that blood is blood. Regardless of where it comes from. Of course, human blood is nutritious and easier to digest. But oh, isn't the blood more delicious when taboo? The blood of the ancients are akin to centuries old wine. Refined by age. They're picky so the quality of their blood is exquisite. As is their flesh."

She gave a shrug. "It matters not to me whether my prey consents or not. Do you ask the tiger not to eat you if you are in it's den? Or do you pick a God and pray it's over quickly?"

[anna1306]

Imagine! With poly lost boys if you dont mind??? Gn or m! Reader....óvò👉👈

Lost boys really to finding out their S/o went through some stuff and was forced to become a vampire (artificial vampires!).

They dont have any bite markings like a normal turned vamp. is incredibly insecure about it. Artificial vampires being considered as worthless (or lower tier in comparison to vampires made in the traditional way) in vampire society. They cant do some of the things normal vamps can, and can surprisingly stay in the sun for short periods of time??( flexing on these undead hoes istg)

Ignore if your asks arent open I'm sorry!! Ahhh >^< ♥️♥️

Poly!Lost Boys x Reader "Artificial Vampire"

Alright, first things first. There is some hierarchy in vampire's world. Some of vamps are turned. They are full vampires after trying human blood. But of course there were some geniuses (sadists), who wanted something more. And they made a way to create vampires a bit differently. They became servants of those who were turned naturally. With time it has become more of some old and forgotten tradition, that isn't very popular nowadays, but still some "artificials" were made and kept living from long time ago.

This being said, you were unfortunate enough to get in the hands of one of those "scientists". Cliche story of your car breaking down in the middle of nowhere, you trying to ask for help and instead finding yourself in the laboratory of a mad man.

You didn't remember a lot from that time afterwards. Your mind was clouded with something and it was constant agony and pain following you, so your mind just shut it off.

He told you of vampires, of what he is doing with you. You listened, bound to the blood he gave you, bound to thirst and many other things. You couldn't resist him, yet you wanted his head off his body.

He was easily fooled. Blind in his wishes to have loyal servant he believed in your obedience. He let you go outside, make some chores for him. And one time he didn't lock your cell door in the morning before going to sleep.

You ran as far as you could. Stole some money, got on the bus and drove off. You were lost, not knowing if you could go back to your home, too afraid to hurt some of your friends or him finding you again. The only thing you could come up with - start a new life.

That was how you found your way in Santa-Carla. It was little town, with one big and bright place to go, a lot of people going through this town and disappearing in unknown directions. You found yourself a job, little flat you could live in and tried to settle there and start a new life.

That was before you met the boys. They ran into your life full speed, took you with them and ran further down the road. It was a whirlwind of crazy nights, fun, love and everything in between.

David loved your calmness and stubborness. He liked to speak with you calmly, while there was chaos on the background. Something in you, seeking some comfort and quietness in him, while Marko roughhoused with Paul, was endearing for him. He noticed some fear in the moments they got closer to you, but he thought it was natural fear of being hurt.

Dwayne liked your enthusiasm, when you talked about something you like. Books, movies, music? You could discuss plot twists and your favourite ones with him or give him tons of advices on something he had never heard about. And it was always funny how you didn't know some of the new ones from the last couple years...

Paul loved all of you. From your head to toes, every inch of you was perfect to him. He had no idea of personal space and it took some time for him to understand that you needed a slower approach. He wanted to just grab and kiss you and you jumped away from him almost in fear. Even if you laughed it off, saying it was from surprise - he was offended. A little bit.

Marko always liked challenges. But you were the one he never challenged to anything really. You were too composed, too serious and too jumpy. He called you his scaredy-cat. And after he tried to prank you and grab you in your sleep, which lead to your hysteria and crying - Marko learned he shouldn't pull prank on you. Ever.

"You know this is weird, right?" Paul pouted, while flipping through the pages of the magazine. "Y/N's behaviour."

"They are fine to me." Marko shrugged, trying to throw chips into his own mouth and failing. "They are always like this."

"I grabbed their hand, and they jumped like I was some monster." Paul pouted, turning the magazine upside down.

"You kill people, you are the definition monster." Dwayne answered nonchalantly, opening the bottle of beer. "Plus you have cold and thin fingers, it is scary for humans."

"But there is something weird with them, I agree. They are scaredy-cat." David nodded lazily, breathing out the smoke. "We'll watch over them, don't fret."

And they did watch. How you went away in sunlight from their cave, more relaxed than usual. They watched how you always chose the place, where you could see the whole room. You were pale from time to time and refused to go to the Boardwalk with them.

You, in your turn, tried to be as careful as you could. The guys wouldn't understand that you were some kind of vampire experiment. They wouldn't understand your hunger, they would be frightened. And you fell hard for them, you couldn't risk that.

All went well until one night, when the boys were hanging out at your flat.

"Um... Y/N?" Marko called from the kitchen. Little gremlin went to have a snack, but sounded puzzled. You lazily raised your head from David's lap.

"What?"

"Is it pomegranate juice or whatever?" You raised an eyebrow. Why did he ask about juice, you didn't have any pomegranate... Oh. Dear. Lord.

"Marko, yes, it is juice, put it away now, it is expired and I will..."

"It's not a juice." He showed in the doorframe with bottle from your blood stash. You froze and definitely got paler under watchful eyes of guys.

"It is just expired and..."

"It is blood. I can see the difference between juice and blood, you know?" He looked at you, and you sat straight, looking somewhere in the corner. How could you explain that?

"I don't... It's not..." Dwayne sat next to you, taking your hand in his, which confused you even further. They found blood in your house, how could they be so calm?

"It's alright, princex. We are not going away. Tell us the truth." He pushed you softly to honesty and... How could you not trust him?

You told them the truth. About that night, about who you were. You were tensed even when they didn't call you crazy and leave, their silence could have meant anything. But...

"Finally Paul would calm down about what the hell is wrong with you." David scoffed and kissed your temple. "Is it old, Marko?"

"Smells like week old. Maybe longer." He shrugged, while you looked between them all, not understanding the delighted expression on Paul's face, Dwayne's soft smile and overall calmness.

"How do you know that, I..."

"We are vampires. Turned, not... Whatever that freak did to you. I am hearing first of all of these, but that is another theme. Let's go to our place. We have fresh stuff." David took your hand, tugging you to exit, while you tried to understand all of the information.

They were normal vampires. Like the one you ran away from, so of course you had your doubts. They didn't push you, rather pushed excited Paul away to give you some space.

They didn't have a clue about "artificial" ones. Max didn't have anything from the old tradition of this and didn't tell them anything about it. David went to him for answers, and much to his dismay and delight of Max, got an entire lection about this.

You were scared that even if not the boys, then Max surely try and control you. But he stayed back. He was extatic that the boys came to him for help, that was enough.

Paul still doesn't understand a lot. Like... You both are alike! You drink blood, he drinks blood, you are strong and immortal, he is strong and immortal. You are hot, he is hot. Why were you tensed up? It took a lot of patience from Dwayne to explain everything, but once he got the idea, he surprisingly backed up and let you have your space. "I still don't understand much, you are like us, but you can go out in daytime and you are cooler in this way, but meh... You come back to us, that's more important."

Dwayne is patient. He understands now more, why you are so jumpy and easily scared. He is ready to listen to whatever you can remember and ready to help with anything. Even if you are different, it's only slightly. He is supporting you if you don't want to feed from people, even arguing with David about this. "I am here for you if you need me. Feed you, talk to you. We are not gonna look down on you, like on some kind of pet, princex, why would we? Paul is more like a pet to us in that case."

Marko is terrified. He has heard about "experiments", but never thought of it. Like it didn't happen to him or anyone close to him, so he didn't give it too much thought. To know that the person he is in love with has gone through so much pain... He is horrified that he could trigger something with his pranks or cause you more damage. "You are safe, I promise. I will protect you, if anything. Baby, I am so sorry, I... Let's pull a prank on Paul, he won't get mad, and that would distract us both!"

David is calm outwardly. He treats you the same way, only offers you blood from time to time. He invites you on their hunt or asks you to do some stuff for him in the daytime. But inwardly... Inwardly he is enraged. If he could, he would find the one who caused you pain and tear him down piece by piece. But he couldn't leave the boys and you. "It's not your fault, kitten, that it's happened. I would prefer to turn you myself but I can live with you like this in any case."

Mainly your relationship don't change much. You go on dates, you gift things to each other, you care for each other. It's just now they take you for some of their hunts for you to be with them there. Or share their stock with you. They are overall more comfortable with you now that they don't have to hide themselves and that alone make you relax more with them in response.

If the one who made you like this show up to Santa-Carla, or even go as far as to try and make you go with him or hell forbid, kidnap you - he would have four very pissed off vampires at his throat. No chance for him.

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[countrymusiclover]

8 - A Hybrid Vow

Part 9

Princess more than a Nickname

@the-big-bad-klaus @alanaangie24

"I'm a freak, Nik - I can't be a vampire and  - a witch!" He rests a finger to my lips kissing my forehead. "I'll still love you, princess. You're like me." Blinking my eyes a couple times I stopped playing with his dog tags chain around his neck, never imagining he would be the first one to say it. "You love me?"

Elijah's POV

Guilt is eating away at Y/n very clearly. The young girl just stares out the window most of the time when she's alone in her room. Bonnie Bennett hasn't given is more information on her abilities. Niklaus hasn't been much help in helping her control her emotions. Caroline comes over taking her out into town for feeding training so she won't have the uncontrollable urge to feed on a human. I can feel that she thinks I won't talk to her. But I will, she has become a member of this family. That was going to happen whether Brooke was still alive or not. I'd never let her or my brother know that I lie awake sometimes regretting that I didn't just force feed her my blood instead. Sure she might have hated me for a few years but she would be alive. Yet I am a man of my word and she declined the offer to untimely save her family.

Y/n's POV

Caroline's off at school and Nik is off looking for a way to create more hybrid's like him. His plans were to show me the world that I has missed out on. I'll say though I miss seeing Rebekah she and I were the opposite on becoming a vampire. She wants to be human again and I wanted to live life with her brother. Walking down the streets I sighed watching all the human people around me. Twisting the fabric of my shirt I am still having a hard time trying to not bite into one of their necks and drink blood. "Excuse me, is your name Y/n?" I stop walking spinning on my feet seeing an elderly woman that looks similar to Bonnie, maybe they're related. "Yes, who are you?" The woman raised her hand shooting pain through my head. I groaned falling on my knees as she spoke. "I'm Abby Bennett, Bonnie is my daughter. Our family is supposed to keep you under your curse. You're against nature, just like Klaus Mikaelson." She twisted her wrist and I felt my neck snap dropping to the ground.

Klaus's POV

Knocking on the Bennett house aggressively Bonnie opened the door seeing me. I tried calling Y/n hours ago and she hasn't picked up. Granted Caroline is slowly showing her to use a phone but it makes me worry. "What do you want?" She questioned as I grip the door baring my teeth at her. "Y/n isn't answering me and Caroline hasn't seen her all day. So I need you to find her. The Bennett witches created the spell to put her to sleep so only you can find her!' She glared at me but opened the door letting me step over the threshold seeing she has the book opened with another book right beside it. She comes back with a map laying it on the table around a circle of candles. "You were the one who turned her. So she will be in your sire line. We should be able to find her exact location in Mystic Falls with this." I bite into my right hand drawing blood and dripping it onto the table. Bonnie waves her hands moving the blood until it circles an area. "She's at the cemetery-" She gasped seeing the curse book disappear before she could grab it. "And I think my mother is with her." A growl is deep in my throat as I vamped outside I run forward a little ways transforming into my wolf form going to save her.

Y/n's POV

Moaning I opened my eyes seeing I'm inside an abandoned building. I try leaning forward but my wrists and ankles are tied down to a chair. I pull on them again feeling a slight burning hearing a woman's voice responds. "Vervain ropes. Can burn a vamp but you're not just that are you. You're a witch with no real magic. In the eyes of all witches you are against nature." Abby flipped pages of my grandmother's book. The sun has basically set with the moon rising in the sky. "So you're going to what, kill me. I'm pretty sure that is against witch nature." I scoffed hearing something running through the woods quicker than normal unless it was being chased. Bonnie's mother raised her hand starting to chant but someone bursts through the door. Clutching my eyes closed I gasped hearing a snarl recognizing the wolf form. "Klaus!"

Nik growled towering over her in his large form. The book lays at my feet having gotten thrown when he tackled her to the stone floor. Clutching my left hand around the wood my hand turned red and I snapped the rope. Doing the same with my other hand I grabbed the book drawing the magic from it. "Nik I've got her." He climbed off her still baring his teeth coming to stand beside me. Grabbing her by her shirt I threatened hearing him growling behind me. "If you ever come for me again. I can't garentee he won't rip you apart. And if you hurt him I might do the same thing to you!" Closing the book I climb on Nik's back holding onto him tightly as he ran us home to the mansion. He lets me get off and I ran grabbing some clothes for me watching him change into his human form. He slipped the pants on seeing me eyeing his bare chest where he smirked. "See something you like, princess?" Even though vampires can't blush really I still feel myself getting embarrassed. He pulls the shirt on leading me inside not finding any injuries on me when he has me sit on the couch.

"Here you go..." He came back from the kitchen handing me a blood bag that I rip opened. He sits down beside me resting his hands on his knees staring at me. Silence fell in the house when I think back to what Abby said earlier. That the Bennett's were raised to put her asleep again if I ever woke up. I don't like that people consider me a monster even though I haven't went on a killing mess. If Brooke were here she would - oh to heck with it. She's not here and it's eating away at me. "I'll go after Bonnie's mother and anyone else who tries to hurt you-" He spoke but I cut him off jumping to my feet raising my voice as tears started to fall. "Don't say that, Nik. I don't want people to fear what I am or fear me because of you....it's only been three days since I've woke up and I feel like my whole world is falling apart in pieces...where I feel like I emotionally can't take it!" He started to say something but I wipe away my tears closing my eyes and tuning everything else out. "Love, you'll adjust..." Vamping in front of his face I bare my teeth croaking out in tears grabbing his legs drawing strength from him. "How can you think that for one second. The person I would go to this stuff for is dead....Brooke's dead because of me. I'm not tough like you - or Rebekah - or Caroline - I'm weak and I need it all to stop!" Blinking my eyes I stand up vamping to the door where he got to his feet questioning. "Y/n....tell me you didn't..." Whipping my head around to him I smirked like he does showing my fangs slamming the door. "Your princess is dead. The hybrid Queen rules."

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[cheapthrillsbeca]

Omg I’m so sorry! My phone just froze on the “about to submit ask” scene and I did push the ask button a couple times 😅 so it probably sent then and then when I quit and reloaded and asked the final time lol but yes! In your story you kept mentioning how Chloe doesn’t get surprised but she’s keeps getting surprised by Beca and that she’s feeling more each day and that got me thinking about the gradual aloe-ing lol like not only going out in daylight but also like feeling warmer, breathing more, feeling more. And on that note:

Does Chloe breathe? Is she cold to the touch? Can she see in the dark? Can she get cavities? Can she get drunk on blood or otherwise? Will you do more one shots in this verse? Sorry it’s a lot of questions but you know my name lol

-Atafal

oh no worries at all! this hellsite (affectionate) is glitchy af

[Sorry it’s a lot of questions but you know my name lol] - made me lol

let's go down the list!

Does Chloe breathe?

yes. i don't think she /has/ to in order to keep (not)living, but she does out of habit. and bc ppl would be weirded out if she didn't. also it's helpful for singing :)

Is she cold to the touch?

nope! she's warm. when beca first sees her fangs she holds chloe's hand, and it's warm, which makes beca doubt what she saw, until chloe confirms that she's a vamp

Can she see in the dark?

hmm i haven't thought about this. yeah i think that makes sense that she'd see in the dark better than your average human, so let's go with it

Can she get cavities?

ha, hadn't thought of this either! i'm going to say no. a perk of immortality, no more trips to the dentist

Can she get drunk on blood or otherwise?

i was thinking of this in the halloween fic, but i don't think i expressly said it. but yes she can get drunk on alcohol, it just takes wayyy more than humans, so she isn't often drunk. i think in that fic i said something like 'even chloe is a little tipsy,' and that's what i meant. she'd been drinking a lot

drunk on blood... i think it would affect her mood, especially based on whatever beca is feeling. but it wouldn't make her drunk, per se, no.

Will you do more one shots in this verse?

i'd like to do at least one more about what happens once they get together. beyond that, who knows!

[silentwaters4]

Hiya Babe! I just found your blog and I can already tell I'm going to love it! I was just curious about these “ship pairings” that you're doing. I was wondering if you could do a (Male) Marvel, SPN, and NCIS ship for me? I'm 5 foot 3 and 3 quarters (very important!!!) with long blondish hair, that not so long ago were purple, and dull brown eyes. I am a curvy person. I talk French and my English isn't so good. I am a pretty calm person but get nervous quite easily! Thanks X

Of course, plum-gum! Thank you for waiting! I ship you with:

Scott Lang/Ant Man

Scott was everything in a man you wanted. He was funny, kind, and had a big heart. He loved your unique style and found you enchanting. His daughter easily approved of you after meeting her once. She found your French incredibly cool. You told her you’d be happy to teach her some (which Scott just melted at). When he started working with Hank Pym, you asked if you could help in some way, wanting to keep an eye on him. To your surprise, Hank agreed. You and Hope got along pretty well (though she had something against Scott). He was so excited to have you around. He attempted to impress you with some things, eventually causing minor accidents (causing you to laugh). His favorite thing to do was to talk to you through the comms. He would either try and make you laugh or honestly tell you his feelings. “Je t’aime” was your reply. You were happy that he realized at least that little bit of French. He attempted to respond in kind but said something along of the lines of “Je tem” which made you giggle since the pronunciation was off. After Scott returned from the subatomic levels, he just held you in desperation. It was a place he almost didn’t come back from and he immediately knew he didn’t want to lose Cassie or you. He wanted to love you for as long as he could. Luckily, you felt the same way about him.

Benny

Despite being a vampire, you found Benny intriguing. He was the only monster you had ever met that was actively trying to be good and not kill people. You day job (outside of being a hunter) was a nurse…in charge of blood. Benny was unaware of this the entire time he had known you. The more you understood him, however, the more you willing to risk your day job to help him. When you showed up with about 4 gallons worth of blood, he couldn’t help but to stare. You admitted to him what your job was and told him that you’d like to help keep him on the straight and narrow. “It’s the blood that’s been donated. Clean blood that was given voluntarily.” “How…why?” “I…I want to help.” From then on, you two were close. When another hunter was spying on Benny, you threatened him to keep a large distance between him and Benny. ‘A human protecting a vamp…interesting.’ ‘I’m his handler. He goes rogue, take it out on me, got it?’ ‘Crystal clear.’ When the hunter left, you let your body shake from the nerves. Admittedly, you were surprised you were able to keep a poker face that long. Eventually, you meet Dean Winchester and Benny’s former wife, Andrea. Though you couldn’t help feeling jealous, you remained loyal to Benny. In the fray of the ensuing fight, Andrea bites you. Benny saves you before she can kill you, Dean killing her in the process. Benny just held you as he realized you were being changed into a vamp. Though his heart felt shredded by Andrea, he knew he loved you more than he had ever loved her. Dean agreed to let you both alone, trusting Benny. From then on, you two decided to move in together, the temptation of biting you gone. Somehow, you were able to keep your job as a nurse and helped feed the two of you. When it came time to helping the Winchesters in Purgatory, you knew he didn’t want to be on Earth anymore. You decided to go with him, having Dean kill you as well. The two of you spent the rest of your days protecting each other in Purgatory.

Jimmy Palmer

You and Jimmy are quite the adorable couple. You may not be huge on PDA around the office, but it is still incredibly apparent how much you two love each other. He loves when you speak French. After a million compliments, you decided to help him learn. When he was getting close to fluent, the two of you would talk in French (usually when you didn’t want to disturb Ducky). Though you didn’t work in autopsy, you were in there enough for people to think so. Of course, Tony would constantly tease Jimmy saying how you were too good for him. Anytime you felt like the teasing was getting a little too serious, you’d grab Jimmy, kiss him, and pull him from whatever room you two were in, winking at Tony in the process. You two constantly were at each other’s houses. Somehow, you two were good about not bringing work home with you (except for the really hard cases). At night, you two cuddled as much as possible. You always felt comforted when he was physically close to you. A rare sight, however, was how incredibly protective Jimmy was of you. Whenever he thought you even remotely in danger, he’d fight tooth and nail to make sure you were taken care of (even going at Gibbs one time). Those moments reassured you how much he loved you and how much you loved him. You knew he was the one for you.

[many-gay-magpies]

tbh companies should just hire fans to do lore and shit bc i like our ideas so much better than actual canon. i feel like companies just add elements and scenes bc they look cool without much thought and fans are trained to treat every detail like its important. i bet half the lore is accidental bc they didn't realize the details added to ~spice it up~ would make people want to theorize

okay nOW im thinking about solon bc i think from an experimental/scientific standpoint, the organization would want to see how different species handle the superpowered gene. would it be too much of a reach to say they used a pregnant werewolf woman as a test subject? in the comic and webnovel, everyone is surprised that solon is mixed because "the two races are enemies"— which implies that at least one of those conditions (vampirism or lycanthropy) can be bred/inherited genetically. if most vampires are low-grade vamps with little function, i dont know if they could even Have children. that could explain solon as a whole- he isn't a half-breed made from the impossible union of a vamp/wolf couple, he was a werewolf cub who got force-fed vampire blood, and since those two traits shouldn't exist together, his body kind of shut down his ability. and NOW im thinking of a solon who HAD a power all his life paired with his lycanthropy, having that ripped away from him when he was turned into a vampire. imagine the bitterness and isolation from his brothers, the process of realizing his power that he took for granted is gone, and now he's a creature he instinctively hates.

i realize none of this is canon-compliant bc the brothers claim to have never seen solon's ability/don't know about his werewolf side (which is STUPID, BY THE WAY. YOU SPEND DECADES TOGETHER AS IMMORTAL TEENS AND GREW UP IN THE SAME ORPHANAGE THERES NO WAY YOU DONT KNOW), but i dont care this is mY hyper fixation and iM PICKING THE HEADCANONS

as for why sooha is still alive w her powers while being human, i think i can allow some "chosen one" plot armor or attribute it to the fact that she hardly ever used hers as a child due to her mom's fears, which allowed her body to grow and mature until she was strong enough to handle her powers, instead of being experimented on and forced to use it as a very young child whose body would crumble under the stress. the organization just didn't think of waiting long enough for these kids to grow strong enough to not DIE.

ok this is long last thing i LOVE LOVE UR CHRIS IDEAS. YES. THAT EXPLAINS SO MUCH.

-vrvr anon

SERIOUSLY THOUGH or like i told one of my friends a little while ago they should have had whoever wrote the album intros and outros write the webnovel because that wad some actually good/decent/compelling writing (way better than whoever the fuck is writing the webnovel now anyway). but yeah it really feels like a lot of the time companies just put cool-looking shots into mvs for the sake of aesthetics, not expecting them to be read into that much, but we are conditioned to read into everything as closely as possible so. that doesnt exactly work out for them lmao

about solon: that makes a ton of sense actually-- my ORIGINAL idea about him was that he was a boy that got turned into a vampire like the others, but then an accident happened and he got bit by a werewolf OR the organization gave him werewolf genes too just to see what would happen, but after everything we've talked about that makes way more sense. plus, vampires are literally dead, while werewolves are still living creatures—it would make sense that being a werewolf is something genetic, while vampirism isnt (the way i see it, vampires reproduce by biting people or giving them vampire blood to create new vampires—sexual reproduction just isnt a thing that happens with them). that also adds a WHOLE lot of angsty layers onto solon because... he was literally forced into being something that was the opposite of everything he'd been born as (i have a lot of feelings about werewolves being the pinnacle of life to oppose vampires being the pinnacle of death). fucking OUCH, dude.

and yeah no im totally ditching the idea of the brothers not being aware of solon's werewolf-ness or powers for the sake of this story because,, its dumb lmao. theyre his BROTHERS dude theres no way they wouldnt know. and on top of that—forewarning im gonna inject some more angst into this because i can—werewolves are pack animals, arent they? so now im getting this mental image of itty bitty baby solon, living in this small closely-knit little community made up of all the other genetically-enhanced kids and their moms, growing so attached to all of them; not just his brothers, but sooha and the other boys' mothers, too. that's his pack. his family. wolf packs raise cubs communally (or at least i think they do), so im picturing this little community behaving in much the same way; the eight mothers are closer than close, bonded through their shared experience at the orphanage. they take care of their babies together, live together, everything—then all of a sudden that gets ripped out from under them.

the orphanage has come to take back their babies. maybe the boys' seven moms end up being killed, so they really ARE left as orphans, and sooha's mom is the only one left. at the orphanage, the brothers' memories are wiped, so they dont remember anything about their families or the lives they had before—but solon has this sense of inexplicable loneliness, greater than any of the others'. for some reason he feels like he's lost something monumental and he can't even remember what. all he knows is these six other boys, who he doesn't remember but somehow feels like he's known his whole life—and they don't remember him either but they know how painful it is to be a wolf without a pack, so they comfort him. they become his pack; his family. and then, years later when they meet sooha—again, not that any of them know it—he hates her at first, or thinks he does; but deep down in his heart is an ache that says, i know you.

(OOF i didnt mean for that to get so in depth hsjdhdjdb-- i guess i had a lot of unexplored thoughts about werewolves, huh?)

oh and a couple less-angsty (sort of?) werewolf solon thoughts . in the scenario where the brothers all know solon is a werewolf and love him unconditionally regardless of it, i feel like their rivalry with the sunshine city wolves is less "ew disgusting abhorent werewolves trying to take us down >:(" and more "stop accusing us of murder, trespassing on our property, and attacking us unprovoked you fucks we are literally just chilling" lmao (especially because here the vampires are trying to lay low to stay under the orphanage's radar, and then these fuckass werewolves come in like MMMM I SMELL VAMPIRE. that's gotta cause some problems on the conspicuousness front)

i dont mind a little "chosen one" plot armor for sooha as long as its along the vein of "her mom had some weird super-resiliency gene that got passed down to her and made her body actually able to support the superstrength without collapsing" and not "she was a powerful princess in her past life and all of the male characters are in love with her". but tbh it would also make a lot of sense if her mom's insistence that she never use her powers ever gave her body the time it needed to grow and strengthen so that it could support them.

HEHE YEAH CHRIS!!

[youwereroleplayingitsannoying]

I'm a sucker for some vamp!lock... Pun intended!

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!

You both like Johnlock.

Stranger: [vampire/unilock; John and Sherlock used to be good friends for a while in secondary school; there's been a lot of rumours going around about Sherlock is practising Satanism and drinking blood and killing animals and stuff like that; Mycroft who's a vampire as well decided it would be best to fake his dead to put an end to it and not risk that their secret would be unconvered, he made up a story about Sherlock having had a car accident and told the school he was being in a coma, asking everyone to refrain from visiting and after a month announced that Sherlock had died; it's set two years after that; John spotted Sherlock (who's calling himself William Scott now) at his university and keeps trying to prove that it's Sherlock]

Did you seriously try to lure the secretary into giving you my file? Stop spying on me. For god's sake! WS

You: [Reading, bear with]

You: No, you don't get to turn this back on me. Do you think I'm an idiot? JW

Stranger: I don't know anything about you! I just know that you tried to charm the secretary to get my fail. You might be charming, but I have her loyality. She's sort of a distant relative. WS

Stranger: *file

You: You know everything about me, and I know enough about you to know that this isn't you. How far do I have to go to get you to stop fucking hiding from the real world? JW

Stranger: I'm not hiding. WS

You: You're hiding. People started spreading rumours, the atmosphere got bad. I understand that. I was there, I saw you, I saw what it did to you when they spoke about you like that. I believed him, for a while. Mycroft, I mean. I really thought you were dead. I thought they'd bullied you to an early grave, do you know that? I thought you got so depressed from being so sorely bullied that you just went and offed yourself, and there was nothing I could do to save you. Did you know that? JW

Stranger: The official explanation was a car accident, not a suicide. WS

Stranger: I mean.. that's what I've heard. WS

You: Please, everyone assumed the worst, no matter how they might have spun it. JW

You: I deserve at least the truth, Sherlock Holmes. At least. JW

Stranger: (delayed) You should know that I wouldn't just "off myself". SH

You: How could I know? You were a mystery to me. We hung out, sure. You showed me some incredible things. But you didn't show me any of yourself. JW

You: I'm sorry that I didn't see how bad things had gotten. I should have helped sooner. JW

Stranger: Oh Christ. It had nothing to do with you or the rumours. At least not in a way that it affected my mood or anything. SH

You: I don't understand. What else could it have been? JW

Stranger: Precautions. SH

You: Precautions... For what? Did they get physical with you? JW

Stranger: No. But they did get too close to the truth. SH

You: What truth? Did you do something? JW

Stranger: You remember the things they said about me drinking blood? SH

You: Of course I do. Nonsense stuff, though, just because you're a bit pale and your hair is dark. Teenagers being shitty teenagers. JW

Stranger: Teenagers being on the right track there. SH

You: Are you talking about those weird experiments you'd do? Because I never told anybody about those, I swear. JW

You: I thought they were interesting. I liked seeing them. JW

Stranger: It's not about my experiments. I am drinking blood. SH

You: Let's humour this for a moment: Why? JW

Stranger: I'm a vampire. SH

You: Oh my God... What's happened to you, Sherlock? Did they really drive you so crazy? JW

You: I'm so sorry. I should have looked harder. JW

Stranger: And this is why I didn't tell you about me faking my death. SH

You: Because you knew I'd want to get you some professional help? It's called being a friend. I'm still here. I still want to be that. Please let me be that for you. JW

Stranger: No because I knew you wouldn't believe me. John, I didn't start to think I'm a vampire somewhere along the way. I already was. And this is certainly not the first time I've faked my death either. SH

You: Sherlock, you have to understand how this sounds. Please, I know it must be hard talking to a person from such a difficult time, but I want to help. You're not a vampire. JW

Stranger: Fine, explain to me then how I'm still alive, when I was born in 1812. Explain to me why I live of blood. SH

You: This is... Delusion, Sherlock. You don't need blood. Luckily, it's not the kind of thing to hurt if you drink it, but you need other food as well. JW

Stranger: It is something that is harmful to humans, John. Human blood contains too much iron for a human metabolism. It's poisonous in large amounts, despite that humans can't digest blood either. In larger amounts than just a few drops from a cut or something, the stomach revolts and you throw up. SH

You: You're definitely Sherlock. I'm going to fail all of my exams this term. JW

Stranger: Perhaps you should have paid more attention to your studies than trying to prove I'm alive, just to claim that I'm insane. SH

You: Not insane. Deluded. There's a very fine difference in that one comes with no control and no respect for those other than yourself, and the other just means you've been misled somewhere along the way. JW

Stranger: I was not bloody mislead! Nor delusional. You are just being a bad friend for not even trying to believe me. SH

You: You left me. JW

You: I needed you and you left me. JW

Stranger: For good reason as we see now. SH

You: Fuck you. You don't have a high horse to climb onto right now. Get over here and fucking prove it to me if you want it to be real so badly. Stop insulting me and tell me why I shouldn't be insulting you after what you did. JW

Stranger: Fine. You want proof? I've got a gun over here. Shoot me. If that wound doesn't instantly close and heal up within a couple of days, you can still consider me nuts. SH

You: I'm not going to shoot you, Sherlock. JW

Stranger: How else am I supposed to prove it to you then? SH

You: I dunno. Show me your teeth. Burn in the sun. Turn into a fucking bat, I dare you. JW

Stranger: If I show you my original birth certificate you'll think it's faked, if I'll show you old photographs you'll say they're manipulated. I have the feeling I have to be drastic here. SH

Stranger: I can't turn into a bat! This isn't a low budget movie! SH

You: Oh, sure, you being a vampire is completely sane, but turning into a bat is too far. JW

Stranger: Yes it is. Bit insulting too, it's like calling humans monkeys just because they share some of the same traits. SH

You: Find me proof from someone that isn't you, then. Show me a friend. Find me someone else you can't have faked. JW

Stranger: I also don't burn in the sun. That myth developed because most of us used to go out at night to feed because it would look a bit odd to go out in the middle of the day and bite someone. SH

Stranger: What do you mean find someone else? SH

You: Get me an opinion that wouldn't lie to me. JW

Stranger: Mycroft. SH

Stranger: No, hang on. Lying is basically his job description. SH

You: Give me a photo and a birth certificate and leave them with me for a day. JW

Stranger: How about Ms Lucas? You know that secretary you tried to charm? SH

You: Why are you so intensely set on this? Why can't you just admit to me that you're too embarrassed to tell the truth? JW

Stranger: I don't have photos from before the mid 1800's. But I have portraits, one's actually painted by my mother. And if you're going to take it anywhere, I'll come with you. SH

You: You're not going to come with me, because then you're going to manipulate the source I go to that will judge the authenticity of the date. JW

Stranger: Then you are not having it. SH

Stranger: Out of the question. No way, José. SH

You: You can come with me and wait outside. JW

Stranger: Most of my belongings are antique singletons, John. I'm not going to let some idiot calling himself an expert close to them unless I'm supervising. SH

You: Then bite me. JW

Stranger: What? SH

You: I mean it. Bite me, Sherlock. JW

Stranger: You don't even know what you're talking about. SH

You: I definitely do, and I'm ready. Hit me. Show me who you are and bite me. JW

Stranger: No you don't. You'll get high. SH

You: High? JW

Stranger: It's my saliva. It works like a drug. It's not unhealthy or anything. You just... Well, it's a bit like getting drunk, just with a shot of endorphins. SH

You: Then there's no danger in proving yourself to me. JW

Stranger: I haven't done that in ages... SH

Stranger: Quite literally. SH

You: And here's a willing volunteer, waiting right here for you. How lucky. JW

Stranger: Oh god you're really starting to annoy me. Fine. Come over then. Do you need my address or did you find that out while stalking me? SH

You: Give the address to me, if it'll make you less of a bitch about it. JW

Stranger: 221B Baker Street. SH

You: Of course you can afford to live in Central. Typical. JW

You: [If you want to move into para, would you mind starting? At least just give me a couple of details of any notable way he looks/how the flat is laid out etc]

Stranger: ((oh no, I can start it's fine.. oh and I was thinking except for the fact that he doesn't age, he doesn't look any different than normal, no hard skin, he does have a heartbeat .. I'm just tired of all the vampire cliches xD))

You: [That's okay :D I like everything so far, it's great