#the vamps wallpaper

[lizmindpalace]

Some sunset lockscreens with some lyrics from The vamps and 5sos.

Rest your love

Wild heart

Move my way

Lost in reality

On the floor

Boy without a car

[bewitchedlizzy]

vampcore lockscreens 🦇

let me know what you think. ;)

like and reblog if used plz

[tgseds]

CC: @stilltiggs

Playboi Carti "2024"

[imageingrunge]

💛🌻💛🌻

[cantcatchmeee]

[vampb0yz]

[caplanbuckybarnes]

Blood Stained Hands and a Broken Heart (Dean W.)

Summary: Dean thinks he did the right thing when he slaughtered a pack of innocent vampires. You disagree.

WC: 505

Warnings: blood, angst, sadness

Read on Ao3!

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The motel room smelled of whiskey and despair, a combination Dean Winchester was far too familiar with. He sat on the edge of the bed, his hands trembling as he wiped the drying blood off his knuckles with a damp washcloth. The dim lamp cast long shadows on the cracked wallpaper, amplifying the silence between him and you.

You leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed tightly over your chest as you watched him. His shoulders were hunched, weighed down by guilt and exhaustion. The sight twisted something deep inside you, but you didn’t step closer. Not yet.

“Are you gonna say something, or just stare at me all night?” Dean’s voice was rough, almost a growl, but it cracked at the edges as he looked at you.

Your gaze dropped to the washcloth in his hand, red streaks staining the fabric. You inhaled deeply, steadying your voice. “I don’t even know where to start, Dean. How about why?”

He flinched, his jaw tightening. “It had to be done.”

“Had to be done?” You took a step forward, your voice rising. “Slaughtering half a nest and walking away like you didn’t just—Dean, you didn’t even try to save them!”

“They were vamps,” he snapped, standing abruptly. His green eyes burned as they met yours, but you didn’t back down. “You know how this works. You hunt. You kill. End of story.”

“Not when they’re trying to turn themselves in,” you shot back, your voice shaking with anger and something more fragile. “They were surrendering, Dean. They wanted help!”

Dean ran a hand through his short hair, pacing the small room like a caged animal. “And what, you think they’d just stop drinking blood because they pinky promised? Grow up, Y/N! This world doesn’t work like that.”

Your heart clenched as you stepped into his path, forcing him to stop. “I know how the world works, Dean. But I also know you. This isn’t you.”

His laughter was bitter, almost a snarl. “You don’t know me, sweetheart. Not really.”

“Don’t do that.” Your voice softened, a pleading edge creeping in. “Don’t push me away just because you’re hurting.”

For a moment, the mask cracked. Dean’s shoulders sagged, and his eyes glistened with unshed tears. “I don’t—” His voice broke, and he turned away from you. “I don’t know how to fix this.”

You hesitated before reaching out, placing a tentative hand on his arm. “Maybe you don’t have to fix it alone.”

Dean looked at you then, his walls crumbling as a single tear slipped down his cheek. “My hands... they’re too bloody, Y/N. I don’t think I can come back from this.”

Your heart ached, but you tightened your grip on his arm. “Then let me help carry some of it. You don’t have to do this alone, Dean. You never did.”

The silence stretched between you, heavy with unspoken pain and fragile hope. Slowly, Dean reached up, his blood-stained hand covering yours. It wasn’t forgiveness, not yet, but it was a start.

[violettduchess]

And teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night --William Shakespeare, The Tempest

Summer is almost here and with it, the endless possibilities of summer-themed creations. This Creation Challenge, hosted by myself and @lorei-writes focuses on the Sunshine of summer days and the Starlight of summer nights.

Fandoms: The Ikemen fandom (Sen, Rev, Vamp, Pri, Vil)

Duration: June 9th through July 21st, with the Masterlist dropping on the 22nd.

Submissions: Fanfic, fanart, mood boards, wallpapers, collages, edits, OC x canon works, and all other creative inputs are welcome. Please, tag any NSFW entries appropriately. We reserve the right not to include unlabeled works on the Masterlist.

Other specifics: There may be other creation events within the fandom and it is fine for entries to not be event-exclusive (meaning they can be entries for other events at the same time!)

Prompt List below!

Sunshine Prompts 🌞

Watching Clouds Crickets Hazy Mountains Golden Hour Colors of Sunrise Stained Glass

☀🌙 Midnight Sun ☀🌙

Starlight Prompts ⭐

Constellations Lullaby Bonfire Late Night Trysts Festival After Dark Full Moon

Please tag your work with #sunshineandstarlightcc and don’t forget to tag us (@violettduchess and @lorei-writes) as well so that we can easily see your creations.

Light and Love,

Violett ⭐ and Lorei 🌞

[baldursgatethoughts]

Astarion fans shared their wallpapers online.

Meow! The Pale Urge is real! We all play this game for the * P L O T *

/ bloodless vamp simps unite 🙏

[meltedbluecaterpillar]

Hemophiliac

you are here - ch. ii - ch. iii - ch. iv

A/N: This is a commission for @twisted-desires . I am a big fan of vampires and this will be another male!reader. The AU is... It is a little modern... But more... A form of the 50's or 60's in a way. Don't think too hard about it...

tags: vamp!male!reader x noble!riddle rosehearts, aged up au (Riddle is 20+, reader is 200+) wc: 1k+

Riddle sobbed quietly, stuffing some of his clothes into a small leather suitcase. Big round tears rolled down his cheeks as he wiped at his face with a pale shaking hand. “She’s so… Just so awful to me…” He whispered under a croaked breath. Hiccuping softly he crossed the room to grab his coin purse from his vanity, adding it to his suitcase as well. Riddle Rosehearts has always obeyed his mothers wishes. He has always done what she asks of him even if he didn’t want to. But this was something he would refuse to do.

His mother is the most well respected doctor in the country. Especially being a woman in the field of medicine while his father was off in another country for reasons he couldn’t get answers to. He wondered if the reason his mother arranged a marriage without Riddle’s knowledge was because of this. Just telling him over lunch this afternoon that he was set to marry a woman he has never met before. “Just because I’m twenty years old doesn’t mean I want to marry… She married when she was twenty three… Maybe I want to wait…” Riddle grumbled bitterly to himself as he zipped the suitcase shut and looked around his large bedroom. It was illuminated by a yellowing gas lamp chandelier high above him. 

Everything he owned was selected by his mother. Clothes, books, the very bareboned decor… Even the cream and olive colored wallpaper with fern lace. He had nothing of his own that he could truly feel attached to in this large and lonely manor. It was hardly a home. It was just a place he lived in. That is why it felt so much easier to run away under the cover of the gray, cottony clouds and the blacked out moon. He sniffled away one final time before grabbing a thin necklace with a small silver cross, and his thick, red, traveling cloak. The sky was starting to rumble, and the delicate tap of rain pelted against his bedroom windows. 

It was dark. The moon had vanished as he slipped past the servants quarters, down the marble stairs, and out the heavy doors of the manor. He held tightly to his leather suitcase, keeping it protected beneath his cloak as the rumbling grew louder and the rain fell harder. Riddle cautiously avoided the puddles as he raced up to the iron gate. His body was thin enough for him to slip through, but his bag was the problem. He pulled and grunted, attempting to yank the bag through the bars before slipping and landing on the soaked ground. His bag tumbled into a large mud puddle on the other side. He would be traveling even lighter than expected. 

Riddle despised the dirt, but he had no time to complain. He had to leave now or be trapped in a loveless marriage with a woman he didn’t know. The young man kneeled in the softened earth, sticking his arm through the water soaked bars to pull his bag close enough to dig through. Riddle would only take his coin purse and abandon the rest. It didn’t matter. All of his clothes are things his mother bought him. Riddle rose to his feet, the small purse tight in his icy fingers as he began to walk down the lonely dirt path. No destination in mind. Only the rain and cold kept him company as the manor shrank behind him. Riddle had never done anything like this. He had fantasized about running away. Of vanishing into thin air with no traces of him ever existing. But everyone reaches a breaking point. This was his. 

It was exhilarating, 

This newfound freedom to wander the world as a proper adult. No one would tell him what to do. Riddle could live in the forest among the deer and the little bluebirds. He could bathe in the rivers and nap in a patch of clover. All very idealistic despite the stormy weather. But that would be for the future when he abandons the modern world for a life among the trees. For now he needs somewhere to hide from the rain. “If I seek shelter from Trey… My mother will surely find out. Pinkā is completely out of the question.” He murmured as he found himself nearing a wooded area. If he camped out in a cave for the night he would have better luck in the morning. With the moon and stars hidden it was impossible to see anything. So he would just have to pray. The foliage was thick, branches swatting against Riddle’s legs as he continued his trek. His boots continuously became stuck in the soft soil, and it became harder and harder to walk among the dark trees. Riddle didn’t mind. He actually was enjoying himself. 

For the first time in his life he was able to go somewhere alone. Even if he had no real destination in mind, his mother wasn’t holding his hand. Riddle is an adult and he wants to be seen as one. As he walked, he made it to a clearing. One he couldn’t recall ever seeing near the manor in the past. A small manor, appearing ancient and gothic with its architecture. A large iron gate surrounded the area but Riddle was confident in his thin frame to squeeze through the bars. The cobblestone path clicked beneath his heels as he avoided the larger puddles. The plants all looked dead, yellowing and bone dried under the sun. Riddle walked closer and closer, feeling the chill from the sleet starting to settle into his bone marrow. Maybe the place was abandoned? He now stood at the doorstep, staring at the heavy oak double doors with a trembling fist. He would knock and announce himself. If no one answers he will just let himself in. It isn’t a crime to break into an abandoned building. Riddle will just say he was sleepwalking. 

Before Riddle could muster any more courage, the door suddenly opened and a masculine frame greeted him. But something felt wrong. Riddle just hasn’t pieced together what.

[blindomens]

Figured I'd make another phone wallpaper, this time of our favorite vamp boi.♥♥

[lizmindpalace]

[slay00ryu]

Chaotic souls with corrupted minds. - Ronsaki ♥

Misaki was walking through a dark forest, their yellow eyes focusing on every small detail they could register. Their ears perked up whenever they heard a nearby bird, getting their stomach to make a sound.

They were starving.

Earlier today Misaki was kicked out from their pack, its leaders decided that Misaki's hunting abilities were too weak for them to be in the pack for any longer. With almost an empty backpack they went into the deep dark forest in hopes of finding a save place for the night or for a few more days. They were completely drenched by rain, luckily it was just raining they would not survive a storm while they're outside.

Finally they found an old looking manor, it was in a rundown state and it's exterior was very decorative. Misaki didn't give it much thought, they needed a place to stay at and a Gothic manor would do the trick much better than a cave or breaking into a human's house. They took a deep breath and pushed the ginormous dark wooden doors open. The interior wasn't much better than the outside of the manor. It was flashy, unmatched furnishing with wallpapers that looked like they're taken out of the fifteen century.

Misaki let their backpack drop to the floor as they walked around the area, checking every room, trying to make as little sound as possible in case someone decided on staying in a haunted looking manor too. They reached a weird room. there was no light, all the windows were covered by thick curtains making it impossible for any light to get inside the room. They were curious, excited by the secret they could uncover. Their sharp eyes caught a shape of something that looked like a big box in the middle of a room. She slowly approached the box and squinted their eyes to get a better glimpse. Misaki was really jealous of werecats, if only her night vision was so good...

"A coffin?" She asked in surprise when she realised what the box is. A wooden coffin, it laid on a marble pedestal. candles all around the floor, smoke was still present in the air. Misaki wasn't someone who would leave such mysteries on their own, they wanted to check what, or who, was inside of the box.

They touched their way to something that felt like the handle to open the coffin, as they confidently pulled on the handle... just for it turn out to be a hinge...

Fuck.

Well, at least they opened the coffin! Yeah... By breaking it.

Misaki was panicked, the other hinge also came off, making the lid fall off when Misaki jumped away in shock pulling it with themselves because they forgot to let it go.

Ronin who was trying to catch his sleep was rudely awakened by his coffin's lid being basically torn off. The vampire sat up, turning his head towards the scared looking werewolf. That was interesting. The vampire encountered many fur friends in his fair share of time spends as a vampire, yet no one was keeping their tail between their legs. They looked pathetic, all drenched from top to bottom.

At first Ronin wanted to act like a total scary vampire, but the fear in their eyes and the apologetic look they were giving him made him laugh.

"Oh fuck you look so horrified!" He said between a new wave of laughter. He stepped out of the coffin, kicking the broken lid to the side with his spiked combat boot. "Well, well, what do we have here? A little werewolf in vampire territory, that's a rare sight." He was circling around them, feeling the uneasiness coming off of them.

Misaki was shocked. "You're a vamp?" She asked, confusion painted all over her face now.

Ronin paused, now he was dumb founded.

"What do you mean? Doncha have that super smell so you can feel vampire scent better or something?" He asked, leaning on the broken coffin with his arms crossed over his chest.

Misaki froze, embarrassment washing over them as they looked down at their hands so they wouldn't face the vampire. "I suck at smelling, I suck at being a werewolf in general actually." They chuckled, trying to play it of as something funny when in reality they wanted to cry their heart out because of what a disappointment they were.

"Ahh so you were kicked out? Awh, poor little woflie." Ronin chuckled and walked up to them, towering over them. "Y'know, you can stay here if ya want. I don't care, just don't destroy my stuff." He joked.

Misaki perked up after hearing that proposition and basically pulled the vampire into a tight embrace.

"Ohmygodohmygoohmygod!!!! Aaaaa! Thank you! Thank you!' They were giggling and jumping like an excited child, unaware of how strong their grip was.

"Uh yeah sure, just stop breaking my ribs unless you want this whole manor for yourself." Ronin said and Misaki immediately moved back.

"Ack! Shit. Sorry..um..."

"Ronin." Ronin said finally introducing yourself.

"Yeah, I'm Misaki!" They said with a beaming smile, feeling a little better now.

So now the werewolf and the vampire share a house...

[the-kr8tor]

vampireHobiewhonowhideshimseldandhumamReaderwhonowlivesinhischildhoodhomeAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA—

Okay listen up- vampire!Hobie who lived in the 70's and nowadays just hides himself into a crusty and old castle in the woods that was abandoned for a long ass time and human!Reader who just happens to move into his childhood home and found his old diary on a door behind multiple layers of wallpaper.

I MAY WRITE THIS ONCE I'M ON COLLEGE BREAK BUT LIKE 🗣 *screams in tiny*

YEEESSS VAMPIRE! HOBIE MY BELOVED 😍

If you haven't read my take on vamp hobie, here it is!!

AHHH What if r follows Hobie's footsteps based on what he wrote and then they end up on the doorstep of his castle and now there's this hot vampire inviting them in what then?

Yeesss more vampire Hobie!!!!

[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Wednesday, December 25

Gunn's sitting behind his desk holding a paper while Angel signs it. Angel sits down and stares off into the distance. GUNN: You sign this, we're all set to turn McManus' body over to his family. They've made arrangements to transport his body back to... the North Pole. Turns out he had a close personal relationship with Santa. Angel? ANGEL: What? Uh, I'm with you. Turning over the... Santa?

~~Unleashed~~

For various reasons this Herald will be very Tumblr heavy. Many Reddit posts and fics are backlogged and should be posted later this week.

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

Buffyverse Drabbles by rositamia (Lindsey, Eve, Xander, Not Rated)

The Longest Night by Nymue (Xander/Anya, Buffy/Riley, Not Rated)

day #25: gift giving by auroracalisto (Spike/reader, not rated)

[prompt word settle] by housewarningparty (Faith/Amy, not rated)

[prompt word glass] by housewarningparty (Buffy/Faith, not rated)

Summers Family by veronyxk84 (Buffy/William Pratt, Dawn T)

[Images, Audio & Video]

2 Moodboards: [Wesley/Lilah] and [Buffy] both by courtillyy(worksafe)

Collage: faith collage (Faith, worksafe)

Artwork: New private commission Buffy! by bwanadevilart (Buffy/Angel, Fanged Four, Vamp Willow, Vamp Xander, worksafe)

Artwork: Portraits of B (24-??) Xx by whatshisfaceblogs (Buffy, worksafe)

Artwork: Under your spell by x66r9u (Tara/Willow, worksafe)

Artwork: new werewolf guy by garfphone (Oz, worksafe)

Artwork: They would be best friends... by tiaragloryart (Buffy, worksafe)

Artwork: they’re best friends your honor!!! by chrisery-business (Willow, Buffy, worksafe)

Artwork with headcanons: i’m buffy-the vampire slayer, and you are? by chrisery-business (Buffy, worksafe)

Artwork with POLL and headcanons: occasionally i am strange and callous :) by chrisery-business (Willow, worksafe)

Icons: вυffу ι¢σиѕ - ѕαяαн мι¢нєℓℓє gєℓℓαя (вυffу тнє ναмριяє ѕℓαуєя)🦇 by grangvr (Buffy, worksafe)

Edit: I'll make it quick. It won't hurt a bit. by tenderjock (Buffy/Spike, worksafe)

Edit: Merry Bangelmas! A little Amends centric edit with a snow filter by wishverse-angel (Buffy/Angel, worksafe)

Edit: Mazzy Star - “Fade Into You” by jordancatalanoswardrobe (Drusilla, worksafe)

Wallpaper: - Buffy - The Vampire Slayer (1997) by wallpapersandarts (ensemble, worksafe)

Gifset: SARAH MICHELLE GELLAR as BUFFY SUMMERS. Buffy the Vampire Slayer | 3.10 Amends by victoria-pedrettis (Buffy, worksafe)

Gifset: Every Tara look: S5E13 Blood Ties by lovebvffys (Tara, worksafe)

Gifset: happy holidays and a merry bangelmas! by ptieuca (Buffy/Angel, mildly NSFW)

Gifset: - Sunlight Hozier by theveryunlikelywonderland (Buffy/Spike, mildly NSFW)

[Reviews & Recaps]

I like Christmas episode Amends because no matter who you ship, you have something... by targaryenvampireslayer

[in School Hard Sprusilla are SO good they’re perfect to me] by camellcat

[about Amends] by shewhosleepsalotincemeteries

[Recs & In Search Of]

Rec: Something Old [Bangel] by Ducks recced by emilykaldwen

ISO: crawfordtil seeks Roleplay partners [20+, Spike, Giles, or Faith]

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Update on Secret Santa Gift Exchange by Anyanka Bunny Slayer

Lonely Prompts Week by comment-fic

Buffy Discord Server by ph4nlom

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[Fandom Discussions]

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Textpost: fuffy text posts because these two dumbasses make my brain go brrr

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Meta: [anti Oz] by lesbianmarrow

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Headcanon: spanya hookup would be soooooo transcendent in lesbian spike universe btw. by lesbianmarrow

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[autumnaaltonen]

RE ALUCARD REQUESTS okay okay hear me out: Alucard escorting a human Reader to a spooky fancy vampire ball or some shit and the fact that they'll be the only human there is freaking them out bc hi hello they don't want to get eaten or worse and Alucard responds by getting POSSESSIVE.....

We 'bout to get GLITZY up in here. Making Reader androgynous here, but there isn't too much to hint either way. Enjoy!

Rating: M

Warnings: General Alucard-esc violence.

When Alucard first asked to bring you on one of his annual visits to what can only be described as Vampiric NATO, you were extremely hesitant.

He assures you that Integra has attended with him many times over the years before meeting you, and that she was able to handle herself just fine. But you reason, "THAT'S INTEGRA."

The powerful she/they were the living authority on whether every vamp in that vicinity would continue their unlife or be blown to smithereens by her loyal servant.

You were human too, but Alucard was not your weapon, he was your lover.

Alucard reasons that this very fact makes you even more of a threat to his fellow freaks, as his having not courted a human for centuries made you a very rare and invaluable asset. He assures you that he will keep you safe, and who could say no to that handsome face? So you cave.

When you reach the castle of unknown European territory, Alucard morphs partially into his Vladcard form, wearing his ornate armour, cape, and fantastic sword, but keeping his modern facial features and hair.

In order to match, he dresses you in the finest garments of his mortal Romanian era, adorning you with jewels and holy relics from the Hellsing archives that only the most elite Vatican members could ever hope of even viewing.

It doesn't make you as intimidating as Integra, but it definitely sends a clear message that you were OFF LIMITS to any unholy creature unable to withstand the very essence of God that grazed your skin in the form of blessed silver and religious symbolage.

In Alucard's eyes, you were already royalty, worthy to stand by the side of the No-Life King and former Voivode of Romania, but your current visage only cemented that fact.

When he finally sees you after you return from your dressing room, the man literally fans to one knee, taking your ringed fingers in his own, kissing your knuckles lightly.

"Your Majesty," he smiles. You laugh at his theatrics, before realizing he was entirely serious. That fact makes your very knees tremble in affection, before you throw your arms around his neck and pepper his pale face with kisses, which he happily returns.

When Vlad Alucard leads you into the ballroom, he loops his arm around your lower waist, keeping you pressed close to his side.

Obviously night out, the ballroom was lit with candles and moonlight, the stars twinkling brightly outside tall floor to ceiling windows. The floor was a pearl marble, walls decked out in golden wallpaper and detailed paintings of a bygone era. An orchestra of familiars plays exquisite classical music, perfect for dancing.

There must have been at least 200 people—no, vampires. All of them dressed to the nines in a variety of fashions, jewellery and weaponry.

The shine of swords, daggers and even guns adorning hips makes you stiffen, to which Alucard gently strokes your back in reassurance.

He leads you along as he greets and socializes with his kin. You notice that every time you approach a new group, they deeply bow towards Alucard, a gesture he does not return. Rather, giving a small nod in acknowledgement

Of course, he was the big dog. Why were you even surprised?

He introduces you by name, before adding the title of his "most treasured jewel and precious love." It makes you flush like crazy, not only from the love that fills your chest, but the surprised stares you earn from the immortal guests.

You were human, but you were far from stupid. You saw the blood thirst in their eyes, hidden behind polite smiles and welcomes.

Alucard was no fool either, taking the time to stroke your hair, caress your neck, and kiss your lips between every moment in-between pleasantries. He made you feel appreciated, but you also felt the stares burning into the back of your head.

Two vampires in particular had caught your attention, who you have been informed as a former Duke of France, and a German Knight of the Protestant Reformation.

The Duke and Knight spy on you and your lover for then entire night, exchanging whispered words and occasional glances that meet your mortal eyes, which they return with a smirk and a lick of their fangs. You attempt to keep your gaze on your King, but the burn of their ruby eyes never leave you.

Alucard eventually notices your anxiety, of which you've tried to hide as best you can, so he may enjoy himself, but he knows you inside and out, and pulls you to the side of the ballroom to inquire of your sudden change in mood.

When you finally admit to him of the Duke and Knight's thirsty stares on your visage, his caring eyes instantly turn furious and rageful.

You quickly take his face into your hands, reassuring Alucard that you know you are safe by his side, but he's having none of it.

Someone dares to look upon his love without his permission? To make them fearful with lustful gazes and belittle their status as his partner?

Oh hell no.

Alucard removes your hands from his face, kissing both of your palms with delicacy light as a feather, before leading you to a Princess he introduced to you earlier, a beautiful vampiress, and one of the few in the castle who offered you a genuine welcome. He leaves you by her side, requesting her watch of you (of which she obviously obeys) before he storms across the ballroom and towards the twinned source of unease.

She whispers in your ear, asking what has stirred the King so? You admit that he's about to cause a ruckus, which she smiles at fervently.

You hear the distinctive 'shink' of a sword being unsheathed, Alucard wielding his weapon casually in one hand as he stands in the center of the dance floor. The music stops, and everyone becomes silent.

Alucard's voice booms across the room, echoing off of the walls, he calls upon the Duke and Knight by name, daring them to approach.

They do so, bowing before Alucard with wide eyes, fully aware of the mistake they have made. As they rise, the Knight dares another tested look in your direction, to which you turn your head into the shoulder of the Princess.

The sound of flesh being separated and torn ripples in the air, Alucard grabbing the Knight by the throat and digging the tip of his blade into both of the vampire's eyes. He screams in pain, writhing in Alucard's grasp. The Duke takes a step back in fear, before Alucard raises his long sword towards the coward's throat.

"Let this be a lesson for all those foolish enough to gaze at my jewel with thirsty eyes. Any who dare challenge their authority here will answer to the steel of my blade, or the silver of my gun."

You realize he means this quite literally, as he forces the two vampires to choose their fate: either a beheading by sword, or a blessed bullet between the eyes.

Quite the party indeed, especially when Alucard ravages you the following morning for all in the castle to hear.