#paras manor

[parabuildtech]

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[luxury-residences]

Welcome to Paras The Manor, a premium high-rise project in Gwal Pahari, near Golf Course Road, Gurgaon. Enjoy stunning Aravalli views, lush greenery, and world-class amenities. With only two units per floor, this low-density project offers privacy and exclusivity. The 4BHK residences are three-sided open, with spacious glass balconies and luxurious interiors for a premium lifestyle. Experience luxury living at Paras The Manor, Gurgaon.

[realestaterg]

Paras manor phone number for Luxury Residence in Gurgaon

Paras Manor Luxury Apartment featuring 4 BHK apartments priced at ₹9.5 Cr. Paras Manor Gwal pahari Floor Plan covers 4750 sq.ft. and It comes equipped with a large lobby and private elevator for residents for more convenience and exclusivity. Located in Sector 2, Gwal Pahari, the property is ideally positioned just 10 minutes from Golf Course Road, 25 minutes from Indira Gandhi International Airport, and in close proximity to major roads like the Gurgaon-Faridabad Expressway. Paras manor masterplan includes extensive green spaces, a 70,000 sq.ft. clubhouse, EV charging stations, and state-of-the-art security systems. Designed with Vastu principles, Paras Manor ensures a harmonious and positive living environment. The low-density design, with only two units per floor, offers enhanced privacy. For more information or to inquire about availability and pricing, please contact Paras quartier phase 2 contact number available on our website.

[silvergladeslegacy]

Paras Manor 4 Bhk luxury property Sector 2 Gurugram

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[avengerup43]

[ale-rosa-paula]

Haunted Manor Enchanting Fantasy Music for writing and reading

[gurgaonpropertyin]

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[acircusfullofdemons]

been seeing a lot of magical girl ocs lately and its making me wanna revive/redo Life After Death aka my technical magical girl paracosm...hm...

[acid-ixx]

I hope you don’t mind but I need to ramble this to someone, neglected Wayne reader right? The fam would forget to bring them to social events and whatnot right? So there would be very few pictures, articles and interviews or even facts about them, meaning that reader Wayne is a rarity. Still following me? Reader Wayne with a small but devout fanbase.

I’m talking they are trading the latest pictures and sharing links to the rare interview with reader in it, following any social media they have that isn’t private, they are just fascinated by this micro celebrity that seems to always be forgotten. Okay but also imagine one of the heroes developing a para-social attachment to reader. My money is on Conner Kent, mainly bc he can project his own issues with his dads onto reader and he can Dolores ~Encanto~ reader with his super hearing and develop a even bigger parasocial obsession with them

I hope you enjoyed this ramble, I will leave you be now, see ya later alligator! 🐊

omg another one of my asks that actually predicted a major plot point... this ask ties well with the last part written here. i'm thinking about having the reader get a love interest/s but i have already written an outline but one thing is for sure—

you have more than just your family interested in taking you.

major spoilers below the cut. — an excerpt from chapter xx

(name) wayne may have been a name forcefully deleted off of the face of the internet, but that doesn't mean it doesn't have its conspiracies of its own. nobody knows who you are beyond the blurry, unsolicited pictures of you. it may have been a photograph of your back, or articles published in unknown websites and buried at the far end about a kid entering through the fancy gates of the wayne manor.

you are a product of a one-night-stand.

but they don't know who the mother is, don't know your age, or where you come from, and what business bruce has with the woman to guarantee your adoption at the instance she had disappeared without warning.

your existence was a mystery most would like to solve. after all, it was your picture that was plastered all over the newspapers and articles, it was your name that journalists whisper and it was a silhouette of your face that the underground knows by heart. every known information about you was shared discretely yet efficiently like some sort of virus.

you were a target for interest, a large sum of money if they will. and alfred had taken it in his hands to make sure there would never be a repeat of what had happened before.

it was a clumsy mistake, one that cost you your memories, and one he swears on his life he'll never make again.

the first course of action he needs to arrange, which may seem difficult for most; he needs to confront bruce.

after all, your freedom is your doom.

maybe this is out of the picture, but id' like to imagine you and connor having a therapy session where one comes out absolutely obsessed with the other, and it's not you.

connor's character for me is so, so good for an angst potential. it's like his personal struggles is a way for him to show you how absolutely you two are meant to be. and he may have met you through bumping into you (false) or maybe... he has seen you stalking through the shadows back when he visits the manor. using his superhearing, he can hear your voice from the kitchen begging alfred to relay a message to bruce, sounding so absolutely desperate. it's the way you tell alfred how you wished your father actually spends time with you, or how nobody seems to notice you— that he kind of just makes a silent promise that he will talk to you soon, he needs to know why this family seems so keen on ignoring and how hypocritical tim is for literally doing the same thing to you when he's aware of kon's past.

if he (or anyone else) should be a love interest (though he is a minor character in the series unless you guys want him to be a major one), i can already imagine the absolute hell you have to suffer not only from your family but from your own lover. just imagine the stockholm syndrome or the delusions you convince yourself with because you're finally loved by someone but that love restricts you from the very freedom you tried to build.

the batfamily would be so conflicted because why are you choosing some stranger over them...? then you slap them in the face with, "well, this "stranger" wants to kidnap me and lock me up, sure! but at least they actually looked at me for more than five seconds!" and you can watch how the color drains off their face, their conflict giving you the perfect opportunity to run away from both your ex-family and your soon-to-be-kidnapper-lover who thinks your comeback is a funny way for you to propose.

[kamotecue]

the truth comes out ✬ m. leon

summary: after the twins were led inside the stadium, mapi learns of things she didn’t know.

(1) (2) and (3)

the twins were led to a room, there were chairs—vending machines, and a pool table. mapi fell behind the others, she still couldn’t get used to the fact that they are your children.

“¿supongo que tienes preguntas sobre nuestra madre? [i take it, you have questions about our mother?]” andres said, as mapi gave him a dazed look. astrid hummed at her brother’s nonchalant words but she agreed with him.

“¿por qué se fue? [why did she leave?]” was the first sentence that escaped the center-back’s lips. a small hum was heard from the prince.

“tenía su deber para con la corona y para con suecia. pero créeme, ella no quería dejarte. [she had her duty to the crown, and to sweden. but believe me, she didn’t want to leave you.]“ andres said, as astrid hummed at his words.

“¿ni siquiera un adiós al menos? [not even a goodbye at least?]” mapi said, as she glared at the wall, a little bit furious—the twins understood her position, and their mother’s as well.

“la corte real de suecia prohíbe a mi madre despedirse de ti. [the royal court of sweden forbid my mother to say goodbye to you.]” astrid said, frido tilted her head—all this spanish was getting to her.

“te etiquetaron como una distracción para la corona, por lo que le prohíben hablar contigo. [they labeled you as a distraction to the crown, so they forbid her from talking to you.]” astrid continued, as alexia furrowed her eyebrows.

“¿me amó ella? [did she love me?]” a soft smile was seen on both of the twins’s faces—as astrid gave mapi a small nod.

“ella te amaba demasiado, y una parte de mí cree que todavía lo hace. [she loved you too much, and a part of me believes that she still does.]” andres commented, clearing his throat.

the twins chuckled as they remembered that time, you were in the office doing works as usually as the twins decided to play hide and seek with their body guards.

they had managed to stumble across a room, it wasn’t dusty like most of the unoccupied rooms in the manor—it was maintained, not even a speck of dust was seen.

“cuando éramos pequeños, nos habíamos topado con esta habitación—estaba limpia a diferencia de algunas otras. había fotos, trofeos, medallas, pero lo que nos llamó la atención fueron dos camisetas colgadas. [when we were little, we had stumbled upon this room—it was clean unlike a few others. there were pictures, trophies, medals but what caught our eyes was two hanged jerseys.]” astrid said, as andres gave the center back a warm smile.

the twins had wandered a lot, but they never saw this. as they were looking through a photo album, seated on a bench—they didn’t notice their mother slip in. she had just finished her meetings and noticed the open door.

“los apellidos andersson y leon, las camisetas que llevabais cuando jugabais juntos. por no hablar de las fotos de los dos—en las que vi realmente feliz a mi madre. sus ojos sonreian, algo que no habiamos visto nunca. [the last names were andersson and leon, the jerseys you two wore when you played together. not to mention, the pictures of you two—where i truly saw my mom happy. her eyes were smiling, something we haven’t seen.]” andres continued

there was one picture stood out, it was the only one framed by itself—when you both won the finals in a club youth team, mapi held out the peace sign while you (jokingly) bit on your medal.

“hva gjør dere to her? [what are you two doing here?]” your voice rang as the twins frantically closed the photo album—they stood up as their eyes trailed to meet yours. you had both of your hands placed on your waist, as you looked at them sternly.

“vi lekte gjemsel. isak og agnes har ikke funnet oss ennå. [we were playing hide and seek, isak and agnes haven’t found us yet.]” andres explained, as the footsteps of the said guards were heard. they had entered the room, quickly bowing their heads as they noticed your mother.

“hvem er hun, mamma? [who is she, mom?]” astrid gestured to the girl in the photos, the one you loved so much—that it hurt when you left. a small sigh was heard as the queen gestured the two guards to stand by outside.

they gave another bow before isak followed agnes, the twins were then joined by their mother who sat between the two of them.

“hun heter maria, men jeg kalte henne maz. da jeg var liten, var jeg garantert at jeg aldri ville bli tronarving—så bestemor og bestefar lot meg studere i utlandet som utvekslingsstudent. [her name is maria, but i called her maz. when i was a child, i was guaranteed that i would never be eligible for the throne—so grandma and grandpa allowed me to study abroad as an exchange student.]”

you thought about how hard it was to get the approval to study abroad, unlike your four older siblings you weren’t revealed to the public—sure, they knew of your name, but they didn’t know how you looked like.

“hun var den første som tok kontakt med meg og ble min venn. jeg husker hvor overrasket hun ble da jeg snakket flytende spansk. [she was the first person to approach me and become my friend. i remember how surprised she was when i spoke spanish fluently.]” you had chuckled, as the twins turned to meet your eyes. they shined, a spark that they haven’t seen as much.

“hun er også grunnen til at jeg ville at du skulle få vite mer om spania, kulturen og språket deres. men ikke bare på grunn av henne, jeg ville at du skulle få kontakt med dem og finne ut hvorfor jeg forelsket meg i spania. [she’s also the reason why i wanted you to know more about spain, as well as their culture and language. but not just because of her, i wanted you to connect with them, and find out why i fell in love with spain.]” you hummed as astrid gave you a small smile.

“men det er mer? du elsket henne. [but there’s more? you loved her.]” andres said, as you chuckled at his words. he was absolutely correct, a clever child he is.

“jo, det gjorde jeg. i loved—love a girl who loved me first. [yes, i did.]” you watched their expressions, afraid that they would hate you—they knew of the community, but never expressed any hatred.

“da elsker jeg henne også. Hun gjorde deg lykkelig, ikke sant? [then i love her too, she made you happy didn’t she?]” as you nodded, tears were seen as astrid slowly wiped your tears.

“så er det det som betyr noe for oss, ikke at hun er jente - men at hun gjorde deg lykkelig. [then that’s what matters to us, not that she’s a girl—but she made you happy.]” andres continued, as astrid agreed with her twin.

“creo que fue entonces cuando supimos de usted por primera vez. gracias por hacer feliz a mi madre durante sus tiempos aqui. [i believe that was when we first found out about you. thank you for making my mother happy during her times here.]” astrid said, giving mapi a small bow—frido’s eyes widening in surprised. hell, she wasn’t the only one—the team looked at her in surprised as andres followed.

“y puedo ver por que se enamoro de españa, sobre todo de ti. tienes un corazon de oro, maria leon. [and i can see why she fell in love with spain, most importantly you. you have a heart of gold, maria leon.]” andres said, as his eyes looked at the doorway—where you stood.

“mamma! [mom!]” andres said, as agnes and isak bowed their heads. astrid ran while andres followed behind—quickly tackling your legs as you quietly grunted at the actions.

“hvordan visste du at vi var her? [how did you know we were here?]” andres asked, as you chuckled.

“dere dukket ikke opp til middagen, dere kom kanskje noen minutter for sent. men dere to var tydeligvis populære, de svenske barca-fansen har tvitret om dere to og samspillet dere hadde med laget. [you didn’t show up for dinner, might have been a few minutes late. but you two were apparently trending, the swedish barca fans have been tweeting about you two and the interaction that you had with the team.]” you softly explained as the twins let go of you.

your eyes met the team, but you had slowly locked eyes with the only one you fell in love with.

“ha pasado tiempo, maz. [it’s been a while, maz.]”

[malfiora]

Fear Itself

@glitter-stained esta es para ti.

A gun is a coward's weapon, Dick's words chant to you, and then again in Father's voice. And so Jason must be a coward.

He'd only been a shade in your earliest memories, half obscured by shadow and silent as death. By the time you realized the quiet boy-become-man was hiding, Jason had already left for Gotham.

"He goes to challenge your father," Mother said when you asked.

He must be very brave, you said, and Mother frowned at your words.

"He goes to challenge himself," Mother amended.

Years later, both he and Father are still alive, and the clown, too, and so Jason must have failed. He does the penance for failure that is hardwired into you both: excommunication, corrective training, and a suicide mission to prove oneself. He returns to Gotham a third time, more or less welcome, more or less stable.

He must be very brave, you think. And yet, he still carries the guns.

Maybe Father and Mother are wrong. Jason is not afraid. He pulls his triggers without hesitation, laughs at acid words spat into his face, leaps from skyscrapers without looking. He greets death like an old friend, or maybe a colleague. Jason is not afraid to die.

You watch him closely when he comes to the manor. The others think you're still warming up to him, but Jason doesn't care. Or, rather, he knows that isn't true and has resolved not to care. You watch him tense when his name is called. You watch him flinch away from light touches. You watch his face go blank a half second before he joins in the laughter. You watch his chest stop moving whenever someone asks when he'll return to the public. You watch, and you know. Jason is afraid. He is afraid to live.

[luxury-residences]

Welcome to Paras The Manor, a premium high-rise project in Gwal Pahari, near Golf Course Road, Gurgaon. Enjoy stunning Aravalli views, lush greenery, and world-class amenities. With only two units per floor, this low-density project offers privacy and exclusivity. The 4BHK residences are three-sided open, with spacious glass balconies and luxurious interiors for a premium lifestyle. Experience luxury living at Paras The Manor, Gurgaon.

[thornhillads]

mom says that a house is like a body . . .

como um músculo como qualquer outro, feito somente de carne e sangue, pode capturar nossas imaginações? o órgão do amor, que pode se encher de alegria ou se partir de tristeza, e nos guia em prazeres (e finais) violentos. A MÁRTIR sabe tudo sobre finais violentos, tomando as dores de todos ao seu redor para si própria para tentar acalmar sua mente culpada. A CURANDEIRA é uma rara fonte de segurança, abrindo seu coração para curar os de outros. já O OUTSIDER tem um coração selvagem, batendo no ritmo dos campos de urze, do vento que assombra as colinas de thornhill, dos coelhos e das cobras.

thornhill é um rp skeleton e limited-run, focando na vida de 15 adultos que passaram sua infância na misteriosa mansão thornhill. inspirado em the haunting of hill house & bly manor, morro dos ventos uivantes, e outros clássicos da literatura gótica.

13 DE JANEIRO.

[thearchmanofgreenfield]

TWHUTH LORE: The House on No 9, Allison Street

Description:

Located in Demonum Borough, the House on No 9, Allison Street is the current home of the Great House of Demon. It sits on the very center of Allison Street, being the only real house on the road with the every other house being a hollow facade. On the exterior, the house looks like a thin four story building with an elevated door and arched windows. On the interior, the house is a seven story manor comprised on several halls, lounges and other rooms. The house and the street first began construction in 485 AF and completed construction is 493 AF. Making the house and the street 141 years old as of the year 634 AF.

While the exact method which was used to create the house's odd dimensions is unknown it is thought that the house's exterior is a mere shell meant to act as a gateway to the real house which is contained in a plain of reality between the Mirror and the normal world known as Gray Space. And while records dating back to the house's construction are limited it is almost certain that it's creation involved the use of ancient Moorish magic thought to date back to the Days of the Woodland Folk in the Era Before the Flight (see: Introduction I)

History:

(Note: The following information is being abridged and para-phrased from the tome 'The History of House Demon' by Harwood Demon (528- 588 AF), Chapter 12: Allison's House)

The House on No 9 was first designed by the Lady Allison Demon, Baronette of Demonum (462- 539 AF). Lady Allison was the youngest sibling in the household of her father, Baron Walden Demon (433-484 AF). Having grown up in the ancestral Demon Estate on Sepalsworth Hill near the back end of Demonum her time there came to an abrupt end on the year 484 AF when, due to an ongoing conflict with the Order of Man, the Sepalsworth Estate was set ablaze on the night of 171st Day of 484. The event, known as the Torching of Old Sepalsworth lead to the deaths of the Baron Walden and his heir-apparent Henmilton Demon (457-484). Allison and her other old sibling, Darwin Demon (459- 531), survived. Following the fire and the ascension of Darwin as Baron of Demonum Allison was said to have officially begun the designing of the House on 485 AF at the age of 23 when she was stationed at the Demon's country Estate of Northmount Manor in the Baronies. Allison had been known for her incredible knowledge on the mathematical precision of structures her imagination when it came to shaping said objects having declined an invitation from the Order of the Intelligencia (see: The Organization of the Circle) years prior.

It is said Allison would spend 8.5 years constructing the house and the street with some tales implying she used secret Moorish Flame magic she had learned during either her stay at the ancient manor in Northmount or her time as a student with access to the secret archives of the College. But whatever the case, her goal had been for the street and the surrounding buildings to act as an unassuming cover in order to hide the house from future misfortune. The street would also ward away Hunters due to it not being listed as an official street under the Hatlynshire Government (see: Introduction II). Her brother would have the street named in her honor and the Demon Family would begin residing in it in the year 493. It has served as the official residence of the House of Demon ever since.

Footnotes: honestly at first I thought 141 years seemed like a pretty low number in terms of house age. But then I realized that by modern house standards that is positively ancient. And yes, according to the math Allison would be Lucian's great-great-great grandaunt. And yes I'll be incorporating more specific dates onto lore posts that take place after the Flight.

Anyways, any question? If so then please feel free to ask! Any other lore you'd like to know? Also feel free to ask. Thanks and cheerio! :D

Story -> They Who Hide Under Top Hats (TWHUTH)-on tumblr

Art -> BEST MEDIOCRE SKETCHES: SHOWCASE POST

Community -> TUMBLR COMMUNITY

MORE Art -> MORE EXPRESSION PRACTICE

(@harleyacoincidence)

[bah-circus]

Hiii hellos :] we would rly love an actobat (level 2) transmasc Kylar the Loner from Degrees of Lewdity plz!!!

Of course dear audience! We have heard your request and have found a suitable performer for you! We hope this performance suits your needs, but you are free to make any adjustments you wish.

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❣︎For Our Next Act, Please Welcome,,,❣︎

Kylar The Loner!!

°·⊱ Name: Kylar, Raven, Kaito, Damien

°·⊱ Nicknames/Titles: (name) The Loner, The Obsessed, Dark Manor’s Lord

°·⊱ Age: 16-18

°·⊱ Race/Species: Human 

°·⊱ Source: Degrees of Lewdity (18+)

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°·⊱ Sex: Intersex (afab)

°·⊱ Gender: Transmasc, Fragbemherzic, Obsessivething, Cuvofacadic, Yanluvlettic, Cryptidboy

°·⊱ Pronouns: He/him; it/its, nya/nyas; purr/purrs; mew/mews; love/loves; 🔪/🔪s; ❤️/❤️s; 💌/💌s; they/them

°·⊱ Sexuality: Demisexual

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°·⊱ Personality: Usually very quiet and withdrawn, but when 💌 finds an fp things change. Still very insecure, but ❤️ will get bolder in trying to show affection. If it is not returned, he will become convinced others are trying to take his fp away/getting in their way and will do anything to eliminate the obstacles. Very clingy and overly affectionate to their love.

°·⊱ Likes: Anime/Manga, Video Games, his obsession/fp, drawing, witchcraft, poetry, anything that 🔪s fp likes/makes them happy, taking photos (especially of their fp)

°·⊱ Dislikes: Anyone who keeps it from its fp, not having nyas fp’s attention, being away from purrs fp, bullies, Whitney, its family,

°·⊱ Role: Sexual Alter, Symptom Holder (OCD, BPD, BiPD, DPD)

°·⊱ Emoji Sign-Off: 🔪🩸💌🖤

°·⊱ Typing Quirk: trails off in sentences and is constantly unsure if it should keep talking, uses ellipses (... or ,,,), when nya gets excited purr will use all caps and lots of exclamation points (!!!!)

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°·⊱ TransIDs: transJapanese, transHarmless, trisHarmful, transCatboy, transTall, transVtuber, transHappyChildhood, transFamousArtist

°·⊱ CisIDs: Yandere, OCD, BPD, BiPD, DPD, black hair, green eyes, scarred, hypersexual, short (4’8”), artist 

°·⊱ MUDS: Love Obsessed Personality Disorder

°·⊱ Paras: 🐾, 🐙, 🥚, 📖, 🧟, 🦴, ⚱️, 👥, ❣️,  🌹, 💤, 🍎, 🩳, 👀, ⛓️, 🛐

°·⊱ Extra: You wouldn’t guess it but they actually do know some self-defense, he just doesn’t use it against the bullies at school because its a pain.

°·⊱ Faceclaim: 1 | 2

Had so much fun with this we did a level 3 bc autism. Hope you like your adorable stalker lol <333

[akiss-from-a-rose]

Self-Para the night of Aaliyah's attack that fades into...

Closed starter for @cantfightmoonlight (Meena) Where: Outside Meena's Manor

Even though Aaliyah knew that Meena had plenty of booze, she wanted to bring over her own bottle instead, an older vintage she'd carried with her for years, now, before she was Aaliyah Rose, even. It was a bottle of champagne that had been rescued from a shipwreck, of all things. She'd bought two bottles on a whim using someone else's money and drank the first bottle in the midst of a rather bloody bender, but she'd carried the second with her all this years after being so pleased with the first. She thought it might be nice enough to share, and it was nicer to have someone to share things with. It had been enough to make her go back to her apartment to retrieve it on the way over.

Aaliyah parked her bike and began the walk to Meena's door, humming as she went. Now, here's the thing about old vampires; they're rather hard to sneak up on. She knew someone was there far before they made any attempt to harm her. The misfortune on Aaliyah's part, tragically, was that she was expecting a blow. Tragically, her assailant was just a little bit smarter than that.

As Aaliyah whipped around, something wet and stinging splashed in her face, the acrid sweet stench of vervain overwhelming Aaliyah's senses. Instinctively, she covered her face, trying to wipe the liquid away from her eyes as she got tackled to the ground. She dropped the bottle of champagne, and, in that moment, that was truly the most annoying thing in the world to her. "Son of a bitch," she snarled, her fangs long and ready to snap. She really hated the thought of making a mess on Meena's lawn, but some things just couldn't be helped.

She couldn't see or smell well, but Aaliyah's hearing was just fine. She struck out in the direction of her assailant, satisfied at the sound of pain they emitted as her fist made contact with their jaw. But she was distracted and annoyed, and this wasn't her attacker's first rodeo. She wasn't the oldest vampire to be attacked in front of this house, and look what had happened to him.

Something sharp slid into her skin like a knife to butter, pinning her abdomen to the ground. Wood. It was long and wooden, and, god, it hurt. It was so fucking unexpected. Aaliyah thought there'd be a few more punches, some kicks, maybe a bit more vervain as a distraction. Her hands fought against the one's holding the stake, but it dug in deeper, all the way to the grass under her. She felt like a bug in a glass case, pinned and waiting to be examined.

Or cut open.

"This is going to hurt," a voice rasped in her ear, and the figure looming above her was still blurry in her vervain stained eyes. "Try not to struggle." There was the vervain, more of it poured over her face, trickling into her eyes and nose and mouth. Aaliyah sputtered, unable to cry out loudly as it burned her throat. Her strength was drained with it, her hands clawing uselessly at thick clothing as she attempted to push them away. But she couldn't. Of course she couldn't.

A stake to the abdomen is a nuisance; it won't kill, just irritate and annoy. The best way to kill a vampire is a stake to the chest. Aaliyah knew this, had feared it most of her life. She'd never been truly staked. She'd never thought it would happen to her, not after almost three hundred years.

But a second stake joined the first, this one sharp like a blade and splintered around the edges as it cut through her shirt, exposing her chest. To kill her quick, it would have been slipped between or under her ribs and into her heart. But this wasn't about quick. This was about slow, agonizing pain, wretched and lasting. This was about carving in and opening up.

In the torment of it all, unable to really cry out, Aaliyah was struck with the startling revelation that even dying hadn't been this painful. Even having her fangs ripped out, which had been excruciating, hadn't been this painful, nor had the constant ache of regrowing them. No, nothing was as painful as her chest being opened by a sharpened piece of wood, her body so wracked with it that she couldn't even lift her arms to fight her assailant off. Her flesh was torn, her ribs broken, all in an effort to expose her heart from the cavity of her chest, each new, stuttering beat of it exposed to fresh night air in a way it was never supposed to be.

Hearts were never supposed to be exposed. It beat so wetly, each thud of it echoing in her ear. She'd ripped out people's hearts before, but she'd never done this. She'd never heard a heart beat so loudly outside the body. Aaliyah's heart was still in her chest, but only just

She felt fingers wrap around her it and squeeze, and Aaliyah couldn't help the tears that sprung to her eyes, the pathetic, feeble sound that left her lips. One tug, and it'd be over. Someone literally held her heart in their hands, and they had no intention of being gentle with it. "Are you afraid?" she heard. "Because you should be."

The stake in her stomach was removed, no longer necessary to pin her to the ground. Aaliyah was too weak to fight back, blood gurgling up in her throat and leaking from the giant, gaping wound that used to be her chest. Hands went underneath her arms, and she felt her body being dragged back towards the house. She coughed blood again as she was pulled over the steps to the door, gasping for breath. Something paper was placed in her hand, loosely gripped between her fingers, the doorbell was rang, and without another word, Aaliyah was dropped on the doorstep with a thud.

She felt like a cadaver that had been opened up to be studied, or a dead animal dropped off by a cat in front of someone's door, her insides exposed, her body broken. She couldn't really manage to feel any sort of shame that she'd been overwhelmed, any kind of embarrassment that she'd lost the upperhand yet again. She could barely feel anything at all that wasn't pain, endless and gripping and very, very real.