#the accountant to a vampire nightclub of a woman that wanted to kill him a year ago and nailed him inside a coffin

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Guillermo "letting the sun shine on Nandor's coffin" "I keep stakes and holy water in my minifridge if I ever feel disrespected" "I'm faking being trapped in a cage and using what I hear Nandor say to convince him to not kill me and also lying about being hypnotized" "escaping from a room where I could take a well deserved nap to use the cloak of duplication to talk to some random woman and calling Nandor my best friend after being locked up by him twice" "forcing Nandor to come home from the Wellness center even if at that point it was delusional not harmful" "fighting him because he wants to leave me and I have to show that he would be nothing without me" "enabling him to pursue a clearly flawed process of getting a lover and standing by him morphing Marwa into someone else and only getting mad when he interferes with my relationship" "calling the vampires my family after all the mistreatment I suffered and the innumerable deaths and agony I witnessed in the last decade and wanting to be exactly like them" de la Cruz isn't as much of a victim as people make him out to be, he literally quits being familiar adjacent at the end of season 4 because he’s BORED, my man is a menace he's a cold blooded serial killer that would sell out anyone anytime, that after being accepted by his biological family of vampire hunters for being gay and after Nadja contemplates killing them he still chooses the vampires over them, he's insane, he knows his situation and how bad it looks and he doesn’t care because he’s being himself in the most truthful way. this is who he is.

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Another interesting article from the Irish DM.

THE WOMAN WHO FINALLY TAMED POLDARK

By Maeve Quigley

Heartthrob Aidan Turner has a track record of dating co-stars and it seems like he’s finally found his leading lady as it’s revealed he and Caitlin Fitzgerald have tied the knot

THEY were the pictures that broke the hearts of thousands of fans — the dark-haired actor affectionately smooching his new wife on the romantic streets of Rome, as their wedding rings flashed in the warm Italian dusk. After three years of dating, Aidan Turner tied the knot with fellow thespian Caitlin Fitzgerald in a secret ceremony in the Italian capital last summer, although news of the nuptials has just broken.

The pair met on the set of adventure film The Man Who Killed Hitler And Then The Bigfoot and it seems — despite Turner’s previous protestations that he would never date another actress — they couldn’t help falling for each other.

Pictures taken on August 8 show the newlyweds days after tying the knot as they flashed their gold bands while enjoying a romantic al fresco dinner date at Pierluigi’s restaurant in Rome.

In the newly-released images, the loved-up pair seem unable to keep their hands off each other as they sip their drinks, holding on to one another as they gaze into each other’s eyes.

It is believed Fitzgerald also came to Ireland before the pandemic to meet Turner’s extended family — possibly ahead of their big day. Of course, she’s not the first woman with beauty and talent to be seen on the arm of the dashing Dubliner.

But at 37, the man whose shirtless scything in BBC drama Poldark had women everywhere a-quiver is now officially off the market.

Turner was born in Clondalkin, the son of Eileen, an accountant, and Pat, an electrician. He is the youngest of two boys; his brother works for the Revenue.

The family later moved to Walkinstown where growing up he was quite shy so his mum sent him to ballroom dancing classes as she felt it would help him no matter what career he chose. He became quite the champion and could possibly have been headed for an international career before he got bitten by the acting bug when he attended the Gaiety School of Acting, where he dated classmate India Whisker for a short time.

Even then, Turner’s dashing good looks were getting him noticed off stage.

To supplement his acting career, he got a job as a barman in famous Dublin nightclub Lillie’s Bordello, where he proved to be a big hit with the VIP guests

‘Women would come in just to stare at him,’ said former hostess now wellness guru and television presenter Andrea Hayes, who gave the acting student his position behind the bar. ‘I’m not joking.’

His first big acting break came when he landed the part of receptionist Ruairi MacGowan in RTE’s long-running medical drama The Clinic, taking the seat left vacant by another major success story, Chris O’Dowd, who also played a medical administrator on the show.

Around this time he was dating Charlene McKenna. The thenaspiring acting stars were together from 2007 to 2009 and shared a flat together in London before their relationship ended just weeks after McKenna had said in an interview how happy she was.

McKenna has recently got married in secret herself, to actor Adam Rothenburg, with whom she starred in Ripper Street, although she has said she still has a friendship with Turner.

‘He’s flying and I’m so proud of him,’ she said of Turner in a 2016 interview. ‘We still keep in touch and I knew he would do this well for himself. I always told him he would be a movie star.’

While they lived together, Turner landed his breakthrough role as tortured vampire Mitchell in the BBC Three hit Being Human.

Mitchell was torn between his blood lust and doing the right thing and was keen on leather trousers and coats, allowing Turner to smoulder on screen for the first but certainly not the last time.

He managed to gain a cult following from the role — as well as a new girlfriend in the form of his co-star Lenora Critchlow who played a ghost to Turner’s vampire.

When their relationship ended, Turner also chose to quit his role on the show.

But it was Being Human that got him his role in The Hobbit after director Peter Jackson saw him in the show and was struck by his elfin features. He never made it to the elves though, instead playing a dwarf.

And as his star ascended, he began dating another actress, this time Cork-born Sarah Greene. They had been friends for a few years after meeting on the set of Titus Andronicus, directed by Selina Cartmell at Dublin’s Project Arts Centre; but love didn’t blossom until much later.

‘I played Demetrius, her character wasn’t a named character but we met on that,’ Turner said in a magazine interview. ‘It was all very platonic and we never hooked up or anything, but that’s how we got to know each other. Then years later we just met again and it just sort of took off.’

Turner and Greene became the golden couple of the Irish drama scene, both with careers on the rise. They were together when he landed the role of Ross Poldark in the BBC revival of the Cornish drama that became a huge international success.

The fame that came with the role was difficult for both to handle as Turner is not a fan of being seen as a celebrity while Greene hated people taking photographs of her boyfriend while they went about their daily business.

Though then happy in his relationship with Greene, Turner admitted that he had been heartbroken in the past and it was something he was able to channel into his role as the brooding Ross Poldark, a man torn between two women.

‘I don’t know anyone on this planet who hasn’t had their heart broken,’ he told the Radio Times. ‘It’s happened to me. Love is love it’s the purest and rawest thing we have in life.’

As their careers progressed, the couple spent more time apart as Turner was in New Zealand with The Hobbit while Greene was working on projects like Vikings closer to home. But he insisted the distance wasn’t a problem.

‘You meet someone, you fall in love, then you can only see them over Skype or phone calls or texts and emails. And you have this whole other side to your relationship and it’s... it was fun,’ he said in a 2015 interview. He added: ‘We knew we really wanted to be together. And knew if we could do that, we could tackle a lot more. It was never: God, this is hard, bloody hell, we need to review this. This sucks. We never questioned it; it was great. So we had that from the beginning...’

But as the Poldark mania went into overdrive, so did the rumour mill and there were false reports of an engagement and even a secret wedding between himself and Greene. In actual fact the opposite was the case, with the relationship ending in 2015, five years after it started.

Turner then seemed to swear off dating those in the same business, despite his track record. In a press conference for the fourth series of Poldark, he said dating in acting circles meant you could never get away from work, admitting: ‘If you’re in my business and you find somebody who does exactly what you do and you’re living with them, then you’re in the business all the time.

‘You go home, talk about casting directors, you talk about the press, you talk about the next job you’re doing — it can become quite dull and taxing,’ he added.

So instead he was linked to a mystery law graduate, an advertising executive and then the artist Nettie Wakefield, who he dated for around a year before their hectic schedules drove them apart in what was described as an amicable split.

But obviously when he met the stunning blonde Irish-American, Caitlin Fitzgerald, 38, on a film set three years ago, Turner’s new rules went out the window, so bowled over was he by the beauty and talent of his co-star. By the time the film was premiered, the pair already looked smitten, posing on the red carpet together.

Fitzgerald appeared at a concert with Michael Sheen, with whom she starred in Masters of Sex but was seeing Turner at that time and like him, is an intensely private person.

Despite his fame and the stir his bare-chested scything caused, Turner has never been one to chase the celebrity lifestyle — perhaps because of those nights he spent observing celebrities while working behind the bar in Lillie’s.

‘If I allowed myself to let it change my life, it could,’ he has said in the past of his fame. ‘Where there’s celebrity, it’s easy to slip into that — being followed in nightclubs, or dating famous people or getting adverts. I’m just not interested in that stuff.

‘I want to do good work with good actors and filmmakers, read interesting scripts. I didn’t get into this business for celebrity. I did it for my love of film and stories and theatre.’

So although it has now been widely reported that he and Fitzgerald tied the knot in front of his parents Eileen and Pat, neither of them are likely to confirm their nuptials at any stage in the near future.

In fact, the only kissing Turner is likely to talk about is for his role in the film Leonardo, which explores the life and sexuality of Leonardo Da Vinci. In the film we will see Turner as the renaissance artist in a passionate clinch with another man as it explores Da Vinci’s sexuality and his rumoured affair with his apprentice Gian Giacomo Caprotti, better known by his nickname Salai. It is for his art that Turner intends to keep us all guessing as he’d rather we were interested in his roles than his romances.

‘It’s important to me that people don’t know too much about me because I’m trying to play characters,’ he has said in the past

‘Sometimes you see actors who are really good, but you have trouble separating that actor from the celebrity profile.

‘I don’t want to be one of those guys. It helps that people don’t know a lot about me, I guess.’

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Michael Sheen Only Wants To Play Bizarre Characters, And We Should Respect That

Hollywood’s preference for neatly categorizing the legions of good-looking thespians that grace our screens every year is fairly obvious. We used to silo the men and women who are cutting a check for acting out fantasies in theaters and on TV as either movie stars or dramatic actors. The former was the hook that studios hung tentpole blockbusters on: charming, impossibly masculine, glamorous, famous as much for their real-life personas as they were for the characters they played on screen. The latter? Those were the Oscar-winners, the critical darlings, the Jeremy Strongs making bold choices, begging directors to tear-gas them on sets in the name of storytelling.

The divergent path has merged some over the years. There’s no clear, defining line separating bankable talent from actual talent. Chris Evans can brandish a shield in Marvel behemoths one second, then don an unkempt beard and heavy demeanor for a limited drama on Apple TV+ the next. Jon Hamm, who rose to fame playing an arrogant, adulterous ad executive in ’60s era Mad Men is now one of the most unpredictably exciting comedic actors in the game. Chadwick Boseman brought a royal Wakandan superhero to life in Black Panther, but he’ll also probably take home posthumous awards for his brilliant turn in an August Wilson adaptation this year.

In Hollywood, you can now be both a movie star and a serious actor, which is what makes Michael Sheen even more interesting. Michael Sheen is decidedly not a movie star. He’s also Welsh, which means he likely doesn’t sport the kind of ego that would make him capable of attaching gravitas to his acting career. He has 93 credits on his IMDb page. He’s played former British Prime Minister Tony Blair thrice, earning awards recognition for his impersonation in the Helen Mirren-starring The Queen. And he’s lit up the small screen with guest stints on everything from 30 Rock to The Good Wife.

Michael Sheen is, by all accounts, a serious, or at least seriously talented, actor. But he’s also weird as f*ck. I hope he’ll take that as the highest of compliments because it’s the truly bizarre character actors that should be propped up on a pedestal. That’s what Sheen really is: a character actor in his prime, a fearless conqueror on-screen, blazing a path by brandishing his quirky habits and secret love for creating chaos while leaving behind a scorched Earth of conventional conformists in his wake. He’s not like the other girls, and that’s become more apparent as time drags on.

My fascination with Sheen’s filmography began, to my shame, late in his career. His current gig is playing an irresistibly charming serial killer and lauded surgeon named Dr. Martin Whitly on Fox’s Prodigal Son. Perhaps the best praise I can heap on Sheen’s performance is that it convinces me to tune into a network drama every week, a rare feat in the age of streaming. But even that adulation doesn’t paint the whole story of what Sheen’s doing on that show.

Sporting the kind of knit cardigan Ransom Drysdale would be envious of and a crop of wild, grey-dusted curls with just enough kink in them to hint at the perverted madness housed underneath, Sheen’s Whitly is charismatic, comical, and shockingly likable. His unnerving ease at see-sawing between philosophical convos on life and love with his son Malcolm (the excellent Tom Payne) and pragmatically outlining how to dismember a body is at once jarring and, oddly, mesmerizing. Sheen plays him as a perpetually amused psychotic genius, an Einstein whose intelligence is so far above those that keep him captive, it’s almost a joke. And we’re in on it, as the audience, gleefully cackling when Whitly gets overexcited about consulting on the most gruesome homicide cases or, even more disturbingly, momentarily forgetting he once stuffed a woman into a box when he shares a tender exchange with his son. And Sheen embraces the strangeness of the man, rejoicing in his eccentricities, adding a musical flair to every “My boy,” he greets Malcolm with and relishing the more awkward moments by exploiting their inherent comedy. Really, when has a slow-rising hospital bed and distasteful Stephen Hawking joke been funnier?

Lest you think playing a serial killing diva was the most oddball acting choice Sheen has ever made, may I point you to the rest of his film catalog. There’s his mustache-twirling clichéd villain in Dr. Dolittle. The eerily robotic bartender of Passengers. The long-haired alpha Lycan of Underworld. The Tony Blairs (all three of them) and the heavily-bronzed game show hosts of Quiz. The Hot Tub Time Machine hating settling soul mate of Liz Lemon in 30 Rock.

And then there are a handful of performances that live in my own brain, rent-free, like when he played Aro in the Twilight series. Other actors would’ve balked at the challenge of turning a 4,000-year-old Italian vampire riddled with boredom and consumed by unchecked power into something more than just a two-dimensional, cartoonish stereotype, but not Sheen. No, while Robert Pattinson flaunted his constipated sullenness and Kristen Stewart fidgeted and fought to make her character likable, Sheen basked in the camp of it all. He over-enunciated, he exaggerated Aro’s mercurial nature with rapid eye movement, twitchy physicality, and shrieking giggle fits. In the franchise’s final film, just before a climactic battle is set to take place, Sheen throws the atmospheric tension every other actor in the scene has worked so painstakingly hard to build into turmoil. It’s like watching Georgia O’Keefe destroy a room full of paintings, or Heath Ledger’s Joker burn a mountain of money, and it is glorious.

In Tron: Legacy he plays Castor, a maniacal nightclub owner with a consuming love for theatricality. As his guests fall into his well-laid trap, he dances and kicks and shuffles and shouts, wielding a neon-tinted cane like a Barnum and Bailey’s ringmaster and a slicked-back shock-white hairdo that turns him into an analog-style Bowie wannabe. His accent careens into the absurd, from high-pitched lilts to German parody to something I can only describe as Marvel supervillain Arnim Zola on steroids.

In Neil Gaiman’s Amazon Prime comedy Good Omens, Sheen played the anxiety-ridden angel, Aziraphale, a heavenly kiss-ass who befriends David Tennant’s demonic Crowley, and together, the two try to save the world. Playing the more uptight celestial being might not be as fun for any other actor, but Sheen has a hell of a time, dealing nervous spasms and twitchy eyeballs and exaggerated gulps with such a heavy hand, you can’t help but feel sympathy for the straight-laced seraph.

And just when I was ready to conclude my research, feeling quite confident dubbing Sheen’s extensive resume as one of the wilder, diverse acting careers in Hollywood, I stumbled upon Michael Bolton’s Valentine’s Day Special on Netflix. It’s here that Sheen truly goes above and beyond in the name of weird, playing a Bob Fosse parody named Carl Flossy: a gruff, chain-smoking choreographer whose manners are as coarse as his constantly-displayed chest hair. Shouting obscenities at Bolton as he tries to map out a musical dilly that will convince punk kids that old-time rock-n-roll is, in fact, badass, Sheen’s growling criticism and shouted anger is muffled only by the ever-present cigarette dangling from his mouth. He’s an aging Guido-type with an open-neck satin shirt, and inflated confidence, and a mysterious way of drawing out the best in his dancers, one that usually involves throwing the nearest folded chair.

he’s such a well-respected actor who’s worked with Tim Burton, Woody Allen and Ron Howard. I suppose that’s what’s so great about Sheen’s career so far. He’s happy to sacrifice whatever level of stardom and recognition he may have been afforded thanks to his talent and good looks for something even more elusive that blockbuster fame and Academy trophies: the unique ability to disappear into even the most bizarre of characters; to convince audiences he’s no longer Michael Sheen, affable Welshman and ex-husband of thee Kate Beckinsale, but instead, an amalgam of the oddities and freakish individuals he plays on the screen. Michael Sheen might, in truth, be as weird and out there as the characters he inhabits. That’s what makes him great.

FOX’s ‘Prodigal Son’ returns on Tuesday, January 12.

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[darkjanet2]

Drusilla's Soul Chapter 8 Part 1

Seven Years Later

Raven Bar, San Francisco, Ca -

It was loud music as people were dancing in the nightclub. And the rest of them were drinking alcohol and socializing.

This is the rhythm of the night

The night, oh yeah

The rhythm of the night

This is the rhythm of my life

My life, oh yeah

The rhythm of my life

It was a dark haired woman who wore a dazzling black dress dancing on the dance floor. Drusilla was having so much fun and was very sociable.

You could put some joy upon my face

Oh, sunshine in an empty place

Take me to turn to, and babe I'll make you stay

Oh, I can ease you of your pain

Feel you give me love again

Round and round we go, each time I hear you say

This is the rhythm of the night

The night

Oh yeah

The rhythm of the night

This is the rhythm of my life

My life

Oh yeah

The rhythm of my life

Drusilla was swaying her hips as she danced with her eyes closed and she swung her arms. She got the best moves.

Won't you teach me how to love learn

There'll be nothing left for me to yearn

Think of me burn and let me hold your hand

I don't wanna face the world in tears

Please think again I'm on my knees

Sing that song to me

No reason to repent

I know you wanna say it

This is the rhythm of the night

The night

Oh yeah

The rhythm of the night

This is the rhythm of my life

My life

Oh yeah

The rhythm of my life

This is the rhythm of the night

The night

Oh yeah

The rhythm of the night

This is the rhythm of my life

My life

Oh yeah

The rhythm of my life

This is the rhythm of the night

Oh oh oh

This is the rhythm of the night

Oh oh oh

Rhythm of the night

This is the rhythm of the night

This is the rhythm of the night

The night

Oh yeah

The rhythm of the night

This is the rhythm of my life

My life

Oh yeah

The rhythm of my life

This is the rhythm of the night

The night

Oh yeah

The rhythm of the night

This is the rhythm of my life

My life

Oh yeah

The rhythm of my life

This is the rhythm of the night

The song had finished, Drusilla walked to the bar counter and sat on the stool. There were a couple sitting on the stools.

“Nice moves you got there.” said a woman with a short, blond bob hairstyle, wearing a pink crop top, black leather skirt, black heeled sandals, and accessory with a ruby teardrop necklace.

“Thanks.” grinned Drusilla.

A handsome man wearing metallic silver button down shirt and black leather pants, black shoes and accessory with Rolex. He was holding his girlfriend’s waist.

“So, you seem to have a lot of fun, huh? Care for a drink? I’m Brittney. And this is my boyfriend, David.” said Brittney.

“Hey.” said David.

“Hi. I’m Drusilla. You two have a very good couple. When do you guys meet?” Drusilla asked.

“Oh, we just met on Tinder.” said Brittney.

“Tinder? Heh, I’m sorry, what exactly is Tinder? I don’t know what that is.” said Drusilla, she had no idea what Tinder is.

“It’s a dating app. Where you meet many people, and go on a date with that person." David finished explaining.

“That’s right, when you see the picture below these icons. Tap the heart button if you like them and tap the cross button if you don’t like them. Or you can swipe the screen left and right.” said Brittney.

“Oh, I see. Does it work? Did you talk to each other on Tinder?” Asked Drusilla.

“Oh, yeah, I’m the one who tapped the heart button and me and David were matched, and we did our conversations. We started on a date a while ago.” said Brittney.

“Wow, Tinder sure does work.” said Drusilla.

“Of course it does. You can try Tinder, it’s a smart technology.” said David.

“Oh, I don’t know. I’m not just that type of girl.” said Drusilla.

“C’mon, don’t be shy. I’m sure those guys got hot on you.” said Brittney.

Drusilla furiously blushed, “Hey, come on! I told you I’m not that kind of girl who is looking for a date. I mean, why do you want me to try Tinder?” she asked.

“Because I know you’re single and you will install this app on your phone.” said Brittney.

Drusilla sighed, “Alright, fine, I’ll try it. If it doesn’t work, I’ll uninstall it.” She picked out her iPhone X from her purse and she installed the Tinder app and created her new account.

After she finished it, the bartender gave them drinks. Drusilla drank raven cocktail. Brittney and David drank maple cocktails.

Brittney and David said goodbye to Drusilla and exited the bar. It was dark outside. The night was still young as Drusilla made her way towards her Lamborghini. She entered her Lamborghini and closed the door. She let out a sigh. She was about to leave till she started to have a vision of Brittney and David being attacked by a group of vampires. She had to get over there quickly.

Brittney and David were walking down the empty street, they were a bit buzzed from drinking and giggling. They couldn't stop kissing each other as they weren't paying attention to their surroundings. Five of these people smirked at the couple.

"Well, well, well. Look who wandered into our turf. The little lovebirds seem that tonight is our lucky night." The leader said as he circled the couple.

“Hey, who the hell are you? What do you guys want?” demanded David, he was defending his girlfriend.

"Awe, look at the little pup trying to defend his princess. How adorable.” said a female now licking her lips.

"Come on, sis. You know the young ones are never good." Said the male twin.

"Please leave us alone, or else I’ll call the police if you get in trouble. Now fuck off!” yelled Brittney.

"The little lamb thinks she can threaten us. That’s so cute. I wonder what she tasted like." Another male entered with a slight British accent.

"Okay, it's time to feast, ladies and gentlemen." The leader said to them and they started to transform. Their eyes changed to yellow, their face started to morph into the vampiric visages. And their teeth turned into the sharp fangs like knives.

"What the actual fuck?!” screamed David.

Brittney screamed as she started to hide behind her boyfriend.

“Well, let's see who wants to be eaten first?" The leader grinned evilly.

"How about my fist!?" David shouted and threw his fist at the leader.

"Welp, it seems we got a volunteer." The leader said and caught David's fists and snapped it backwards.

David let out a loud scream in agony as he walked backwards crying looking at his girlfriend.

"Run, Brittney!" David shouted and slowly tried to ignore the pain.

Brittany was going to run away until she bumped into a vampire.

“Where do you think you’re going?” the muscular vampire smirked evilly.

He grabbed her head and slammed her head on the brick wall. She fell over with her forehead bleeding as the blood dripped on to the floor. The male licked the blood off the pavement and smirked.

His mouth wide open and had his fangs inches away from her neck. The vampire felt his head being kicked away from Brittney’s neck.

"Okay, assholes, back away from them." demand Drusilla, stancing in fighting style.

“Who the hell are you?” asked the muscular vampire.

"Your worst nightmare." Drusilla replied normally and she started attacking the muscular vampire.

The muscular vampire tried to punch her, she dodged his fist. She struck her knee to his rib, swiftly kicked to his face as he stumbled backward and crashed the trash cans.

“Holy shit!” shocked the young male vampire.

“That chick knows how to fight!” said the female vampire.

“I’ve heard of her before. She’s a vampire with a soul.” said the leader.

“A soul? Heh, so the vampire has gone good? What a joke." The female vampire said as she walked toward her.

“I’ll make her one on one cuz this isn’t going to be a catfight."

She struck a punch to her face, but she dodged her blow. Drusilla tried to kick her to the head, but she defended her with her arm, and she swirled a kick below and made Dru fall.

“C’mon! Is that all you got?” she taunted.

Dru got up and rolled her shoulder and smiled.

“Not on your life.” Dru replied and she transformed her vampiric face and charged at her. Dru clawed her cheek as the black haired vampire shrieked painfully. Dru smirked and grabbed her and threw her against the wall.

Drusilla sank her fangs to her neck and drank her blood as the vampire exploded to a dust.

“Jill!” the twin vampire cried to his twin sister.

Drusilla turned to the rest of the vampires.

“You bitch! You killed my sister!” yelled the twin and charged at Dru. Dru calmly grabbed a broken plank from the trash and staked him to the heart as the vampire exploded to a dust.

“I got her, boss. I’ll handle this bitch.” said the long haired vampire as he charged at her.

He kicked her to the gut as she held her belly painfully, then she felt another strike to her face and bled a little.

“Get ‘er, Alex!” shouted the muscular vampire.

Alex was grinning madly as he was about to finish her. Dru could not lose, not like this. Just remember when Blade taught her how to fight.

Dru reached something from her holster leg, she picked out EDTA and threw a syringe to his chest as the long haired vampire yelled in pain. His body began to swell up enormously and exploded causing the blood splattered on the wall and on the ground.

“What the fuck was that!?” shocked the leader vampire.

“Why don’t you come here and start doing yourself?” asked Drusilla.

“I’ll get her, boss. She’s mine!!” the muscular vampire yelled and charged at her. Drusilla took out a glaive and released the button to reveal the twin blade and threw at the muscular vampire by cutting through his throat, separated from his body and dusted. The glaive returned to Drusilla’s grasp.

The leader growled angrily. “Well, just look at you. You may be a vampire, but I don’t have a soul. I’m the most evil vampire in the world and I shall perish you for killing my comrades. And so, who taught you how to fight, huh?” he asked.

Drusilla smirked, “If you wonder who taught me, I was trained by the daywalker, Blade.”

“Who??”

Then Drusilla attacked the leader, but he blocked her blows just in the knick of time, the leader jabbed to her face but she dodged to the right and roundhouse kicked to his ribs caused him to be sent sailing into the wall.

“You’re gonna pay for this!” enraged the leader charged at her.

He tried to punch her but she dodged every strike and then she brought her knee up into his stomach and hit him on his back with her elbow. Drusilla withdrew a silver stake and stabbed him in the back causing the dust exploded.

Drusilla sighed that the threat was over. Brittney slowly walked toward Drusilla.

“Hey, are you okay?” she asked, Drusilla turned around to see Brittney’s cut on her forehead leaking blood down to her eye. The sound of blood pulsating that Drusilla could feel the hunger through her. She resisted and backed away from Brittney.

“Get away from me.” said Drusilla. Brittney hesitated.

[ladyshandioftheendless]

~Crüe AU writings 18~

LAST CHAPTER, BABIES!! I hope you’ve enjoyed this sordid little tale~ It’s been soooo much fun to write~ Until the next story!! =3

~Shandi

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~VAMPIRE AU Part 18~

Summary: Now fully back to his senses, Nikki is eager for payback. (told from Nikki’s POV)

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It feels good to have my own mind back. I feel like I’ve been in a fog for fuck knows how long..and it was all because of him. As my rage builds I feel my my fangs and my nails extend. I’m gonna do to him exactly what I did to Shitstain. Unfortunately I didn’t take into account that his Entourage would be outside guarding the room. “What are you doing out of bed?” one asks. “The Master wants you to rest.” another one says. I’ve had enough of these bitches. “Well I’m done doing what ‘the Master’ wants. Get out of my way...or I’ll go through you.” As expected they don’t like hearing that. They close in on me ready to tear me apart. Until a bunch of guys in white suits and shades stop them. What the fuck? 

“He’s the one, Mistress.” 

The white suited guys hold the red leather chicks back to let through a stern looking woman also dressed in white. A guy with long, dark curly hair points me out to her. Okay now I’m freaked out. “What the hell do you want?” She glares at me.

“You will hold your sharp tongue when speaking to an Elder..or risk having it removed.”

I shut up right away. I dunno who she is but I’m damn sure I don’t wanna cross her. She gets right in my face and narrows her eyes. “Of course Thomas would fall for someone like you.” 

“Thomas..?”

“My son.” 

Then it hits me. “Y-you’re Tommy’s mom..” 

“You are not as dim-witted as you look. Where is he?” 

“I..I dunno..but this place has a prison in the basement. He might be--” The guy beside her interrupts me. “They are there, Mistress..with Neil.” Her eyes flash red. “Then we must make haste.” She turns to the guys in white while grabbing my arm. “Get rid of them..and rejoin me when you are done. You are coming with me.” 

“Okay okay I’m not gonna say no to you.”  

As we go further down the stairs we can hear loud snarling. Wolves. One black and one gold, biting and slashing at each other with their claws. Tommy’s mom grabs the gold wolf with her bare hands and throws it back against the opposite wall. Fuck!! How powerful is she?! 

“You dare attack my son?!” 

Just the strength of her voice nearly annihilates my eardrums! But the guy beside me is completely unaffected. Guess he must be used to it. He goes over to the black wolf. “It’s gonna be alright now, Tommy..I told you I’d bring help.” If that’s Tommy then where’s..?

“Over here, kid..” 

Mick is still in the cell sitting on the ground. Neil was probably gonna try to get rid of Tommy first since he’d put up more of a fight. Fuckin’ coward. “Glad..to see you’re okay..” I smile. “I am..thanks to you.” He chuckles. “Nah, that was all you. All I did was yell at ya.” I open a vein in my wrist so he can drink from me. “Never been happier that you’re a nagging old bastard~” 

Tommy, back in his human form gets up from the ground. “Mother!! I thought you couldn’t make it!!” 

“John informed me your life was in danger. I could not remain idle.” 

“Heh..thanks. You always did have good timing~” 

Now that Neil had changed back as well he groans and tries to sit up. “E-Elder..I..” She’s havin’ none of his shit. She grabs him by the neck and lifts him up. “You will be silent!! I know of all of your misdeeds, Vince Neil. You have violated the Order’s commandments and you shall suffer the consequences. Your title of Master is now forfeit. You will be stripped of your power and cast into exile!!” The utter fear in his eyes makes me smirk. “No, Elder..no!! Please just kill me..I’d rather die!!” She only tightens her grip. “Death? No. Death would be the easy way out. You will live with your shame. Your humiliation. If you choose death, it will have to be at your own hand.” Fuck no. He’s not leavin’ before I get a piece of him. “Here..have a nice parting gift.” I dig my nails directly into his fuckin’ eyes and drag them all the way down the length of his body. Slowly. His shrieks are music to my ears~

“MY FACE!!!!” 

Is this guy serious? I roll my eyes. “Suck it up, bitch. They’ll heal.” The guys in white come in, grab him and take him away, his shrieks still echoing down the hallway. Good fuckin’ riddance. Tommy’s mom just calmly straightens her suit jacket. “Come. Let us be away from here.”

~EPILOGUE~ 

Been a few months, but things finally seem to be back to normal. Mick and I ditch his old apartment and get a place in West Hollywood together. Somebody’s gotta look after the old man..might as well be me~ Tommy takes over Neil’s old mansion after his mom appoints him the new Vampire Master. Fuuuck, did that ever ruffle some feathers, but I’d like to see anyone try to disagree with her. “It will give him a sense of responsibility.” she said. Heh..yeah right~ From what I’ve seen he’s still the same guy I met in that Haven all those months ago~ He even converted the prison in the basement into his own private nightclub where he DJs outrageous parties every weekend. Mick and I go sometimes. We have a few drinks. Feed on some hot chicks. The usual Vampire shit~ It was slow going after everything that went down but Tommy and I are closer than ever now. He still can’t get me onto the dance floor but he can get me into the bedroom no problem~ 

I’m Nikki fuckin’ Sixx..and this is my life~

~END~

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GENERAL

—  KNOWN NAME : ERIK NIGHTINGALE                                         [ FILE CORRUPT ] —  SPECIES : HUMAN                                                                                              [ 33 ] —  SUBSPECIES : VAMPIR                                                                                  [ 1273 ] —  JOB : NIGHTCORP GENERAL                                               [ FILE = IMPORTANT ] —  PRESENT LOCATION : NEBULA STATION —  LOYALTY : THE OCCULT COMMUNITY

PAST

ERIK NIGHTINGALE [ FILE CORRUPT ] was born to a farmer mother and father. They were by no means rich, which meant that he had always striven for more—especially by the time that his sister was born. Erik was always ambitious and he would not settle for a life of farming and hard work for the rest of his life. The only thing that kept him going up until he was able to fight in the raids was his luck with women: his good looks and way with words always managed to score him somewhere to sleep for the night.

It was only once Erik achieved fame in the raids that he felt truly content. He was respected by the people around him as a great warrior, but his world came to a stop when his sister fell ill after a sickness swept over their village. The king refused to help and wasn’t available to answer questions, so Erik opened up his longhouse to house the ill. That was where he met Signy, a kind, wise woman who was helping to heal the infected. She was the woman who would later become his wife once she fell pregnant with their first child.

But Erik’s anger with the king grew and grew, and when his sister died from the illness that had plagued their town, Erik knew he had to do something to avenge her. The people supported Erik in his decision to usurp the king, but their plan had a fatal flaw––they staged their attack on the king’s longhouse at nightfall. Erik would learn that night why the king was so absent: he was vampir, made so by his new queen Ragna. Dag and Ragna tore out the throats of the warriors that had pledged themselves to Erik and left Erik as the last one standing.

The death that Erik met that night was a rebirth. Rather than kill Erik, king Dag made Erik vampir as a punishment––he could never live a normal life with his wife and the child that was due to be born in the coming months. Instead, Dag urged him to join them as their vampir son. Erik instantly tried to kill him and was overwhelmed by the force of the vampir couple, so he fled. After succumbing to a feeding frenzy a few villages over which left him with hardly any recollection of the nights that had passed, he sought out his family.

But Dag hadn’t taken Erik’s refusal to join him well. Erik returned to his longhouse to his family drained of their blood and was unfortunate enough to bear witness to the sight that was his wife, pale and cold on the ground, her swollen stomach torn open and their unborn child left discarded in her mouth. That night, as Erik watched his family’s bodies burn, he vowed revenge. 

But one thing Erik was, as well as vengeful, was patient. He spent years stalking the couple as they fed their way from city to city, and it was only when Ragna made a new vampir that he knew he had his chance to hurt her the most. Erik let the bond between maker and creator mature for a few short years before he struck, binding the two vampir with rope infused with salt as they slept. He tore the fledgling vampir’s head clean off, forcing Ragna to watch as he killed her only child, and then he left them to burn in the sun.

Erik spent the next few centuries drinking and fucking as he saw fit with little to no limitations other than the hours he could be awake by. He served in countless courts before he got bored and searched for something better to do; eventually, that search would end with Erik running his own bar and nightclub, and ultimately, this is where he would meet the woman he would make his wife.

Erik, under orders from the vampir monarch, spied on [ REDACTED ] and seduced her in order to keep an eye on her.  [ REDACTED ] is from an infamous wulfen family, after all, and the wulfen had no business meddling in monarch affairs. But as Erik spent more time with such a seemingly intelligent and aware human, he realised that he felt an emotion for her that he had not felt for a thousand years: love.

Erik, under orders from the vampir monarch,   spied on [ REDACTED ] and seduced her in order to keep an eye on her.  [ REDACTED ] is from an infamous wulfen family, after all, and the wulfen had no business meddling in monarch affairs. But as Erik spent more time with such a seemingly intelligent and aware human, he realised that he felt an emotion for her that he had not felt for a thousand years: love.

Eventually, Erik had his secret revealed by one of  [ REDACTED ]’s newfound friends,   and [ REDACTED ] found out quickly after. Eventually, they managed to mend their relationship and solidify it into something strong. Their relationship was whispered about in the supernatural community: a barren wulfen and a thousand year old viking seems like a match made in hell, but for the two of them, it was heaven.

When [ REDACTED ] decided she wanted a larger life with Erik, he was reluctant, but they did it anyway. They married. Children followed. It is a perfect fairytale only with the occasional bout of torture and magic and mutilation and blood, oh, the blood.  [ REDACTED ] was made vampir after an attack on her life by the last remaining member of the hunter side of the family, and their children were given the choice to turn vampir on their twenty first birthday. The duo happen to stumble upon enchanted blood by chance and market it to the world, and in no time they are billionaires who are giving the vampir community the opportunity to walk in the day when drank. So when space calls to them, the opportunity to live amongst the stars like the gods they are, they do not hesitate to accept.

PRESENT

Now, Erik and [ REDACTED ] live on Nebula Station after [ REDACTED ] volunteered to act as supernatural representative for the vampir segment of the community. Erik was eager to leave: Earth could only provide an immortal being with so many experiences, and Erik has experienced them all. [ REDACTED ] founded NIGHTCORP  [ FILE = IMPORTANT ], a private army which sells individuals or groups of fighters to whoever requires them. [ REDACTED ] acts as CEO while Erik acts as General, doing one of the things he loves best: fighting. Leading. Finally, he is in the place he always should have been in, and he is happier for it.

NIGHTCORP  [ FILE = IMPORTANT ] always manages to steer clear of breaking any laws or getting involved in any political disputes. Their function seems to mainly act as security to wealthy clients, but they are not against ending a client’s life if a high bidder makes themselves known. [ REDACTED ] deals with the political and social side of things; she is a socialite, and a wonderful woman that he loves. Erik, however, is only interested in blood.

CONNECTIONS

— THE RULER : Wife, mother to his children. Despite [ REDACTED ]’s power, Erik cannot help but be protective, although he knows her strengths and would never try to prevent her from doing what she wants. Erik knows of the dangers in the world, however, and their bond is even stronger than a human partnership because of the blood they share, the blood that makes them what they are. It has been over a hundred years since they married, so occasionally, they entertain themselves with other people physically. They have an agreement on this; so long as it’s physical and there are no emotional attachments, it’s not a concern, and they will often even share stories of experiences they have had recently with others. This isn’t to say that Erik doesn’t get jealous, though… he’s very easily made so. — THE SCHOLAR : Eldest son, accountant for the business. Erik takes pride in the way his children have grown up and sees great potential in the scholar; he has high expectations of him, though he does wish he was more prone to violence than he is. — THE WARRIOR : Adopted son, N-SEC. The warrior works at N-SEC to quell his thirst for action, but also to keep NIGHTCORP  [ FILE = IMPORTANT ] out of the records or hide the existence of the supernatural world from the aliens he works with. Erik and the warrior have a more distant relationship than he does with the scholar; the warrior has never opened up to him as much as the younger boy did with [ REDACTED ]. — THE PEACEMAKER : Daughter, social visionary. Erik is greatly protective of his youngest child and only daughter, and she can aptly be described as a daddy’s girl. This may be important in the future when it comes to the peacemaker’s goals: she wishes to reveal the occult to the aliens in the galaxy and would like nothing more than to be able to finally live out in the open. She believes that this would be good for the supernatural community, and that it might enable them to find a cure. The peacemaker went willingly into vampirism at the age of twenty one, but now, she wants nothing more than to settle down and grow old with someone. The need to be human in order to do this is something Erik doesn’t at all understand.

Erik’s face claim is ALEXANDER SKARSGARD and he is OPEN FOR APPLICATIONS.