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[phdramos-blog]

a few drinks

for your ears -- ( anxious in venice / superhumanoids )

One could tell that in his cohort of six, Patrick was the odd one out, sitting at the end seat with his water cup, observing the texture of the oaken wood table instead of chatting about who-knows-what. Probably some department gossip - just when it got juicy, of course they had to ask him to get them drinks.

Patrick lumbered towards the counter, looking at the rows of shelved alcohol in the low, purple light. “Um, hey, so,” he said to the bartender, dryly licking his lips out of nervousness. The man was intimidatingly handsome - far from the normal person Patrick usually had conversations with - but he inhaled deeply and leaned against the counter, trying to play it cool. “Six of your favorite drink, please.” He paused before adding: “I’m not drinking all six, it’s for friends, you know.”

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[theindigolucroy]

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“Have I caught you by surprise, young man?”

[theodoresinclairs-blog]

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“So you’re back?” It was a statement he nevertheless posed as a question. The vampire was draped across one of his velvet couches, his skin tanned from careful days spent in the sun. Leaving during the turmoil was something Teddy considered, but recent developments had him glad he had stayed. It had been so long since the pair had spent time together, he could only wonder if things had changed between them - especially when Alex’s dead dog was added into the equation. “I hope you’re not going to run away anytime soon.” Sitting up in the oversize arm chair he had been reclining it, Teddy raised an eyebrow in both question, and flirtatious taunt. A threat, laced with sexual implications of the type of punishment Alex might face.

[vera-monfiero]

Pain || Bingo || Alexander & Vera

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If there was one thing Vera loved most in the world, it was war.

War, along with the mess of chaos that she thrived in, there was death. So much death, and blood, which meant food for the vampire that was feasting during war. For many centuries, Vera followed the wars all over the world because wars meant easy food. Even though Vera had a soft spot for the underdogs in the war, the renegades, she would feed on whoever she wanted.

And it was on the the battlefield, when the smoke cleared and most of the screams had quieted, she would appear. Apparently, the men were even whispering of an alluring ghost who would appear out of the mist and take mercy on the dying. She followed the smell of death like a vulture.

She had made her way down south during the Revolutionary War, to a little place called Yorktown. She wore a white dress, because she loved irony, as she walked barefoot through the grass. Most of the men she passed were already dead, not very appealing to the vampire. Vera carefully scanned the area, her ears listening for any heart beat. 

Then she heard two.

And just as quickly as she heard them, one stopped, leaving the one lone heart pulsating somewhere near her. Her eyes landed on a young man, pushing off a dead body. His heart was racing, but nearing the end. The wind blew his scent to her, calling, begging her to approach. So she did.

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In the Beginning || Alex & Vera

“Alexander.”

It was all Vera needed to say. He would know, he knew, but her tone that he was in trouble. Vera was not pleased that she was standing in his doorway looking down at his beaten body. He should have been fully heeled by now, but he wasn’t. When she read his letter, she almost didn’t come. She should have killed him herself long ago.

Her eyes showed nothing. Just empty. After everything, Alex still demanded he go and ‘find himself’ every couple decades. Hadn’t she lost enough with him? With her other fledging? Every time he left, a part of her hoped he would fail, and he would realize that he was better off under her watchful eye. It seemed this time might be the exact opportunity she needed. He had failed, if not in his eyes, he had in hers.

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[theindigolucroy]

the cave || Alex & Stiles

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There were no limitations to a hunters cruelty. Few took sick pleasure out of what they did to their victims. Most others, like Stiles Skinner, were simply too disgusted to look such creatures in the eye and allow them to live. A large wolf spider caught beneath scattered papers, laundry, wasn’t left to be nor did a hunter use a pad and box to securely remove detestable freaks of nature. No. Killed on sight, mangled, disposed of in dishonorable ways. A spider being flushed down a toilet. A family of witches stripped and dumped down a muddy revene, left to the rain.

Hatred for the atrocities came naturally for Stiles, but only ever toward witches, warlocks, not the many other creatures he now faced on a daily basis. Certainly, disgust was there for each one, but the extent of it was saved for those devil worshiping magic users. Not vampires. Perhaps this made Stiles a hypocrite, but that was certainly not the greatest sin he’d ever committed, he was a black spot. Even while painted white for the world to see. The bleached mask was all Alex had ever seen of the human. Maybe Stiles was desperate for one person, in a town filled with dead men walker, just one to let in closer than the others. He found peace around Alex... opportunities to be more than a quiet invisible man. The opposite of who he truly was. An enraged human with a dry throat thirsting for blood of strangers. Longing to lash out. Physically. Verbally.

What Stiles wanted... didn’t matter. Since the curse, it never had. The hunters chose their target and of all vampires who walked and flaunted about town it had to be this one. Of course he’d known, but he hadn’t stopped it, he couldn’t stop it. Stiles hid away through the night. Restless, drinking, numb. Reports of Alex’s rescue, recovery, reached him whether he wanted them to or not. Like a coward, uninvolved, he reached back. Immediately. Arrived at the hospital for Adams. Faced the consequence of his lack of action. Now, he had the nerve to ask the vampire here, instead of going to the man’s home. Stiles would think of an excuse; that his loft would not be filled with dark corners Alex could hide or focus on, but that wasn’t true. They were nice words. So it was obvious they weren’t honest when it came to Stiles.

Despite the pleasant lies, his intention, Stiles had to wonder if any part of this meeting was to help save Alex rather than to save himself.

“I’m still surprised they let you out so early...” He said at the door. If only a human could bounce back as fast as vampires did. “Come in.”