#vamp van fleet

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so my most recent moodboard I’ve posted is actually 1/4😏 everyweek of October I will be posting a vampire!gvf board….so yes, there will be more fang action dont you worry😚🤭

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My Love Masterlist

Synopsis: Fifty years after losing who he thought was the love of his life, that epic love, he finds himself falling for a human. Sara. She's unlike anything or anyone he's come in contact with. He knows vampires and human are forbidden to be together romantically, but he doesn't care. So for three years, he's breaking the ultimate rule. When Sara is taken, he makes the one decision that he vowed to never make when he narrowly loses her for good.

Danger still persists as long time friends become enemies and Jake's past comes back to haunt him. Sara is still in danger and time is ticking against Jake and his brothers to save her.

Follow along on this journey of trials of love and peril.

It's not always fun being a vampire.

Part 1

Chapters:

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

Six.

Seven.

Eight.

Part 2

Chapters:

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Soundtrack:

[do-it-jakey-baby]

Umbra Perpetua

Vampire!Jake Kiszka x f!reader

Warnings: mentions of attempted suicide, mentions of suicidal thoughts, mentions of death, grief, loss of parents, profanity, potentially distressing and triggering content, explicit sexual content, mentions of violence (sorry if I’ve missed anything)

18+, minors DNI

Chapter Two

Every single self defence class you’d taken couldn’t have prepared you for this moment. All the techniques evaporated from your head, not that they would have been useful for a second anyway.

You see, when you’re learning in a controlled environment, the danger is never authentic. If you fuck up a manoeuvre, you get to try again. You’re also dealing with humans in these scenarios, not things that visually appear as humans but can creep into your house inconspicuously and hang from your ceiling like a fucking bat.

This wasn’t a drill, it was the real thing. What they don’t tell you, is that nine times out of ten, you freeze up. Your body goes into some kind of shell shock, and try as you might, you can’t move.

With your hands grasped tightly around the baseball bat, your mind is screaming at you to swing. But you don’t. You can’t.

You hear the wooden object clang as it drops to the floor, realising that you’ve now dropped your only weapon. The next best thing to do is run, right?

But there’s nowhere to run.

He’s blocking the only exit.

“What do you want?” You manage to squeak out, your limbs shaking in tandem.

He smirks, but remains silent.

“Please. Anything.”

“Anything?” He steps towards you, causing you to stumble backwards into your bed frame.

You feel yourself fall in slow motion, everything around you moving at a fraction of a second as you come to terms with your fate. Was this it?

Now on your back in the most vulnerable of positions, he’s looming over you before you can blink. You at least need some answers before you die.

“How are you so fast?”

He looks stunned for a moment, as if he was expecting you to plead for your life instead of asking such questions.

“You’re a smart girl, thought you’d have it all figured out by now.”

“Well, I don’t, and no one is giving me any answers.” You huff.

“You aren’t supposed to know.”

“Aren’t you just going to kill me anyway? Why does it matter?” You sit up now, looking him directly in the eye. You remember that yesterday, he was wearing sunglasses, so you’d never noticed how beautiful his eyes were. They were just like Adeline’s, molten pools of amber. But Jacob’s had more depth to them, like looking into the mouth of an active volcano.

He breathes in, his pupils dilating to twice the size they were. You can hear a low growl rumbling from within his chest, but you aren’t scared anymore. Why aren’t you scared?

“That’s a fantastic question, Y/N. Why aren’t you scared?”

“I-, I didn’t say that out loud.”

He cocks his head to the side. “I know.”

Instead of paying any attention to the situation unfolding, you become lost in him. He’s so close that you can make out the pendants swinging from the chain around his neck. They’re small atocha coins, each one weathered from a lifetime lost at sea. You feel your heart flutter in your chest as you look up at him, towering over you like an apex predator.

He flares his nostrils, his tongue licking across his bottom lip just like the day before. His lips part as his eyes grow darker, and for a split second you think he’s about to lunge at you.

“Why aren’t you scared?” He asks again, firmer this time.

“I don’t know.” You rush out.

He places his hands on the bed either side of you and leans forward, making you sink back until your head hits the mattress. You have no idea why, but as he inches closer you lift your chin up, exposing your neck to him. His hand trails up your throat, stopping to press two fingers to your pulse point.

He’s so… cold. Just like Adeline.

Your heart drums harder in your chest, but it isn’t out of fear. This is the first time he’s made physical contact with you, and you feel drunk from it. Your body is swimming with adrenaline under his frigid touch.

He exhales through his nose, narrowing his eyes. “Why are you making this so hard for me?”

What?

“You aren’t like the others.”

“The other what?”

“The other humans.”

Your mind flashes back to what Alex said in the park earlier.

“They aren’t good people. If you can even call them that…”

You hear Jacob let out a low chuckle. “Finally catching on?”

“What are you, Jacob?”

He smirks again, then darts his hand up to grasp around your jaw, pulling your head upwards. He leans forward, ghosting his lips over the same spot that his fingers had just graced.

“Think.”

“I- I don’t know!” You whine, half from frustration and half from the unwavering desire for him coursing through your veins.

You can feel his breath as it hits the delicate skin of your neck. “I’ll give you one more hint.” You feel his lips part against you, then a strange sensation that you can’t quite place. It’s a sort of, scratching?

Sharp.

Sharp.

You gasp as it hits you, the answer that had been there all along.

“There you go. Good girl.” He whispers, the sound vibrating up through your throat.

“You’re a… a vampire?”

“So I’ve been told.”

“Are you going to kill me?”

“It was my intention, yes.”

Moving on its own accord, your hand slips from your side and up to your jaw to cradle Jacob’s. You run your thumb over his skin, relishing in the smoothness. He jolts upwards, now face to face with you. His eyes wander across your face, taking in every detail.

“So, I tell you I’m going to kill you and this is what you do?”

“I can’t really explain it. I’m not scared… I feel almost at peace. Like this was exactly where I was meant to be.”

“You’re… extraordinary.”

“I could say the same thing.” You breathe.

He seems to soften for a moment. “I’m not used to humans being so cooperative.”

“I don’t think you’re actually going to hurt me.”

“And if I do?”

“Then I’m wrong. And dead.”

He lets out a laugh, and you believe that you see a genuine smile for the first time.

“If I’m going to die, could I ask for one thing?”

“I’m not usually this generous, but sure.”

You take in a deep breath. “Kiss me.”

You watch as his pupils blow wide, his brow furrowing. You place your hands back onto the bed and push yourself forward into a sitting position. Slowly, you drift them up until either hand is gently cupping his face. His breathing is heavy in his chest at the warmth of your skin against his. His left hand still attached to your jaw, he brings his right hand up and into your hair. He inches closer, until his lips are millimetres away from yours.

“Jacob.” You whisper.

He closes the gap between you, his mouth melting against yours. It starts slowly at first, he seems to be testing the unchartered waters. Involuntarily, a soft moan escapes from your lips, tripping the switch.

His hands are on your thighs, lifting you up onto him. Moving at speeds you’d never experienced; you find yourself straddling his lap. His touch is everywhere all at once, fingertips brushing across your waist, back, and up into your hair. The kiss is anything but gentle now, your tongues lapping together, teeth clashing. Your hands ball into his hair, lightly tugging at the root. He lets out a growl as he pushes you back down onto the bed, his fingers digging into the meat of your thighs. The power he holds is now becoming evident as he loses control, becoming less careful with your fragile human body. In the ferocity of your kiss, he bites down onto your lip. You begin to feel your own blood pool into your mouth, opening your eyes to find Jake’s glaring back. His body goes rigid, a snarl piercing through the space between you. Before you can register what’s happening, he’s thrown himself backwards. His chest heaves as he looks back down at you.

“I- I have to go.”

“Jacob, wait.”

“If I don’t leave now, I’ll kill you.”

“Isn’t that what you want?”

“No, not anymore.”

You push yourself up onto your elbows, but by the time you’re sat upright, he’s gone.

~

The shrill sound of your alarm echoes through your bedroom, waking you from the most peaceful slumber you’ve had since you got here. As you brush your teeth, you try to wrap your head around the fact that you came face to face with an actual vampire last night. There were a few things weighing on your mind, the first being how normal this all felt to you. You were exposed to the supernatural, something you’d read about in books and watched on tv. This world was supposed to be make-believe, fictional, fantasy. The second, and possibly most important detail, was how the real-life vampire had kissed you. Not only that, but seemingly after he kissed you he decided that he, in fact, did not want to kill you anymore.

It wasn’t even like you had anyone to talk to about any of this, not that they’d believe you anyway. So here you were, getting ready to clock into your shift at the bookstore that you were now 99.9% certain another vampire owned.

Adeline.

Was she a vampire too? Surely she must be.

You spent the entirety of your journey to work mulling over how exactly you were going to bring this up with her. Hey boss, your vampire brother tried to kill me last night. Just wanted to check if you’re one too and if you’re also planning on killing me?

You roll your eyes at the sheer stupidity of it all. Had you gone insane? Was last night just a terribly realistic nightmare?

You reach the entrance to Alligatus Anima and take in a deep breath, pushing the door open and hearing the familiar chime. You step into the store, noting that once again, it’s empty. You twist the lock, turning back around to find Adeline a few steps in front of you.

“God, Adeline. You need to stop doing that.” You gasp.

“Sorry.” She gives you an apologetic smile. “I think we need to talk.”

She leads you out back into her office, taking a seat behind her desk. You sit yourself down in front of her, neither of you saying a word for a few moments.

You decide to just bite the bullet and ask the most pressing of questions first. “Are you a vampire too?”

She winces slightly, raking her hand through her onyx strands. “Yes.”

“Ok.” You nod, wringing your hands together in your lap. “Do you want to kill me too?”

“No, I don’t feed from humans. It’s never been my thing.”

“But Jacob does?”

“It’s… complicated. Jacob has never had the best self control, even before…” She sighs, trailing off. “He keeps himself to himself, stays away from the general public. But you... There’s something incredibly different about you. I could even sense it myself. Your aura is unlike anything I’ve seen before. If I knew Jacob was going to react the way he did, I would never have hired you. I’m sorry for putting you in danger, it was never my intention.”

“Something about me? I don’t understand.”

“Honestly, neither do I. Our kind have a naturally alluring ability, it’s what makes it easy to feed. Humans tend to come to us, easily trusting and wanting to please. You have that same quality about you, which is very intriguing. The scent of your blood is also… extremely potent.”

“If it’s so potent, why don’t you want to kill me?”

“Because I like you, and I’m not a killer. Like I said, I don’t feed from humans, no matter how tempting their blood smells.” She grins.

“Why didn’t Jacob kill me last night?”

Her grin fades, replaced with a look that you can’t quite place.

“Hey, look, I’m sorry for asking so many questions. I just can’t quite get my head around… all of this.”

“Please don’t apologise, I understand. I don’t have an issue with any of your questions, it’s only fair that you receive an explanation. I just feel that it would be better for Jacob to answer that specific question himself. But I will say this, you need to be careful. He’s a wildcard. I know him better than anyone, he’s my baby brother. But he is incredibly unpredictable, and unlike me, he has fed from humans before.”

“Does he do that… often?”

Adeline goes to speak, but her eyes flit up behind you. “There’s a customer at the door, it’s past opening.”

You nod, slightly irritated that you hadn’t got through all of your questions yet. You make your way to the front of the store, unlocking the door and apologising to the older gentleman who is waiting. He seems unfazed, moving past you to browse the fiction section.

The day goes by quickly, with your usual handful of customers perusing the shelves. You’re restocking the vinyls when Adeline appears in your peripheral.

“To answer your earlier question, no. At the beginning, he found it hard to control his bloodlust. He didn’t adapt as quickly as I did, but I guess that has something to do with our tendencies as humans. I was always the level-headed one, I had to be after our parents passed.”

“I’m sorry. I uh-, I know what it’s like.” You swallow thickly, looking down at your feet.

“Your Dad? I’m sorry too. To lose a parent is a pain like no other.”

“How do you always know what I’m thinking?”

She smiles softly. “Our kind have extremely heightened senses. I can’t exactly read your mind, but your thoughts come to me in waves. It’s hard to explain.”

“Jacob can do that too?”

“I can.”

You whip your head around to find Jacob standing behind you.

“Adeline, can we have a moment alone?”

Her smile fades as she makes eye contact with her brother. “Let the girl finish up first.”

You look between the two of them, sensing some lingering tension in the air. Crouching down to dig back into your box of records, you peer up at her and smirk. “Yes, boss.”

The smile she wore before her brother graced your presence lights up her face again as she looks down at you. “Don’t call me that.”

Jacob huffs, rolling his eyes before heading over to the counter and sitting himself down behind it.

“Oh good, your first shift in almost a decade.” Adeline teases, disappearing behind the beaded curtains before Jacob can respond.

You finish up with the vinyls, neatly stacking them in alphabetical order. Crouching down to pick up the cardboard box they were situated in, you become increasingly aware of the butterflies accumulating in the pit of your stomach. The thought of whatever conversation you were about to have with Jacob made your insides twist, the memories of the night prior flashing before your eyes. How his lips felt on yours, his hands roaming across your delicate flesh. How he could have ripped you apart right then and there, draining the life from your body.

You hear him laugh from across the room, and it hits you. His was the voice you heard yesterday morning. That same laugh.

“What?”

“You, thinking about me.”

Fuck.

You feel your blood rush to your cheeks at the notion of your own thoughts not being safe inside your head anymore. Especially thoughts about Jacob.

With the box held tightly to your abdomen, you walk over to the counter. “It’s hard not to, considering what happened last night.”

He stiffens, keeping his eyes fixed on you as you move closer.

You halt your movements. “Do you want me to keep my distance?”

In a fraction of a second, he’s in front of you. The box slips from your grip, dropping down onto the floor between you. He kicks it backwards, then steps closer, cupping your chin in his hand.

“If I did, I wouldn’t be here.”

Your breath hitches in your throat as his eyes bore into yours. “Ok.”

“You make it exceptionally hard to stay away.”

Just then, the grandfather clock in the corner of the room chimes, startling you.

“5pm. You’re officially done for the day. Adeline’s given me permission to relieve you, so long as I promise to return her only employee in one piece.”

“Do you plan on keeping that promise?” You breathe.

He smirks, then turns to walk towards the door “Coming?”

You collect your bag, swinging it over your shoulder as you leave the building. Stepping out onto the sidewalk, you join Jacob who is leaning against the window of the store.

“Where are we going?”

“To my place, it’s just up the street.”

“Oh, ok.”

“Why, do you not want to? It seems only fair, seeing as I’ve already been to yours.”

“Uninvited, might I add. Hey, that’s a point, don’t you have to be invited in to be able to enter someone’s property?”

He lets out a genuine chuckle, which you quickly decide is the best sound you’ve heard him make. “That’s an old wives tale, completely fictiona-” He stops abruptly, a deep scowl forming across his face.

“Y/N?”

You turn to find Alex stood a few metres from you, his eyes blown wide in shock.

“Oh, hey Alex.”

“I came to walk you home…” He’s speaking to you, but his attention is fully on Jacob.

“Oh, um, that’s really sweet of you but I actually have plans…”

He glares at Jacob. “What do you want with her?”

“None of your business, dog.” Jacob growls.

“Woah, woah. Can we not? Alex, it’s fine.”

“No, Y/N. It’s not fine. Do not go anywhere with him.”

“She’s perfectly safe with me.”

Alex lets out a bitter laugh. “Is that some kind of joke?”

“Alex! Cool it, I’m fine. I’ll talk to you later.”

“You’re making a huge mistake, Y/N.” His eyes plead with you.

“I’ll talk to you later.” You repeat.

His face falls. “I hope so.”

~

Jacob was right, his apartment wasn’t far at all. It was, however, in the most desolated place in town, barren of all life. The exterior of the building was weathered, like it hadn’t housed a soul in centuries. As you stepped inside, you immediately noticed the stark contrast, proving that old saying ‘never judge a book by its cover’ is correct. It was similar internally to the gothic vibes of the bookstore, with deep jewel tones running throughout. The walls were painted ebony, with an emerald green velvet couch gracing the centre of the room. An ornate chandelier hung overhead, the crystals sparkling and casting the walls with rainbow splatters. It was a stunning space which seemed to suit Jacob entirely.

He takes a seat on the couch, looking up at you and patting the space next to him. You sit down, turning your body to face him.

He seems nervous. Do vampires get nervous?

“For the first time in… well, ever, I’m truly baffled by a human. I can’t make any sense of it. I should have killed you last night.”

“Do you need to make sense of it?”

“Yes. Because this isn’t possible. I can’t have f-” He stops himself, running his fingers over the stubble on his upper lip. “I can’t get close to a human.”

“But you want to?”

“It’s dangerous.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

He finally makes eye contact with you, his pupils dilating as soon as his eyes meet yours. “Yes. But it’s not a good idea. It’s a terrible idea.”

“How many people have you killed?”

He sucks in a breath through his teeth. “Honestly? I’m not sure.”

“And you’ve never stopped yourself before, like you did with me?”

“Never.”

“Huh.” You nod slowly, taking in the information.

“I’ve never had a human react with such… gentleness. I was about to drain the life out of you and you… you touched me. It felt like you saw me, saw past what I am now to who I used to be.”

“Tell me about it. Your life.”

He smiles as he reminisces about his past life. “I had a lot of fun. I grew up when rock’n’roll was in full swing. All I ever wanted to do was play guitar, smoke weed and drink beer.” His smile fades. “Then I lost my parents.”

You reach across, placing your hand over his. “Adeline told me, I’m sorry.”

“They were found completely drained of their blood.” He looks down at your hand on his, twisting his wrist to interlock his fingers with yours.

“Jacob… I’m so sorry.” You squeeze his hand.

“I obviously didn’t know at the time. Adeline tried her best to keep me from going off the rails, but I did it anyway. I didn’t want to live anymore, but that choice got taken away from me. I was found on the brink of death, I still don’t know who by. When I came to, I was like this. Discovered very quickly that I was now immortal, couldn’t stand the thought of losing my sister so I turned her too. It was selfish of me, but I needed her.” He sighs as he recounts the memories. “I found the vampires that killed my parents, ripped them into pieces.”

“Seems like they deserved it.”

“But I also deserve it, I’m sure I’ve killed someone’s parents. Someone’s brother, someone’s granddaughter. I’m no better than the bastards that took my parents from me.”

“You didn’t kill me.”

“You’re an anomaly.”

“It still counts. You stopped yourself, I saw it. You had a change of heart.” You move closer to him, placing your hand on the side of his face.

“Y/N.” He warns.

“You won’t hurt me.”

“You don’t know that.” He whispers, looking down at your lips.

You pull back. “Well, if it’s that dangerous for me to be here then maybe I should go.”

The next thing you know you’ve been pushed down onto your back, Jacob looming over you. “No.”

“You should really make your mind up.” You smirk.

His lips are on yours instantly, his tongue lapping into your mouth. You slide your hands up the back of his shirt, and he lets out a soft moan into your mouth as you run your fingernails across his flesh.

Do vampires get… turned on?

“Yes.” He breathes.

“Get out of my head.”

“Ask your questions out loud then.” His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you on top of him so you’re straddling his hips.

“Have you ever…”

“No, never with a human. Not whilst I’ve not been one.” His lips move to your throat, placing sloppy, wet kisses over your jugular.

You subconsciously grind down onto him, desperate for some kind of friction. He growls, digging his fingers into your thighs. “D-don’t do that. I’ve never been in this situation before, I don’t want to hurt you.”

“What if I don’t care?”

“Well, I do. If I lose control with you, I could end up…”

You run your hands up into his hair, tugging at the strands gently. His eyes roll back into his head, his grip on your thighs getting tighter. “Y/N. Please.”

You grind down onto him again and he groans, his hands moving from your thighs to slip underneath your shirt. He palms at your breasts, moving his lips back to yours hungrily. As the kiss deepens, he pulls you down onto him, bucking his hips up as he does. You let out a soft whimper and watch as his eyes darken.

“We need to stop.” He pants out, making no real effort to actually stop.

“I don’t think we do.” You run your hand up his thigh and over his groin. He bucks his hips again under your touch, a fire now raging behind his eyes.

He pushes you backwards so that you’re now laying down on the couch again. Within seconds, your leggings are off and discarded on the floor beside you. He spreads your legs, pulling your panties to the side and drags his middle finger slowly through your folds.

“Hopefully this will shut you up.”

He leans down and you watch as he lets a trail of spit drop from his lips and directly onto your core. He begins to rub tight circles over your clit, building up the intensity and speed at exactly the right time. You writhe beneath him, letting a string of obscenities and moans escape from your chest. You feel that familiar pressure starting to build in the pit of your stomach.

“Oh god. Don’t stop.”

He continues to focus on your clit, using his other hand to plunge two fingers inside of you, curling them up to reach your sweet spot.

“Be a good girl and cum for me.”

His words send you tumbling over the edge, feeling the white hot band inside you snap. The pleasure radiates all over your body, in every nerve and vessel. You feel as if you’re vibrating with the intensity as it washes over you.

“That’s it.” He coos.

Your heart thumps hard in your chest as you come down from your high, and you can’t help but wonder if it’s uncomfortable for him.

“It is, very much so. But my desire to keep you alive outweighs the desire to feed from you.”

You grasp his face, pulling him towards you to kiss his lips gently. As you kiss him, your hand wanders down to his zipper, but he stops you.

“No, not yet. I said I don’t want to hurt you, but I need to be careful. I’m still not entirely used to being around you.”

“Isn’t that a little unfair on you?”

“No, not at all. Plus, it would be more unfair on you if I lost control…” He settles down beside you, tracing circles into the skin of your thigh.

“How long has it been?”

“Depends if you’re asking as a human or a vampire… As a human it’s been around sixty-four years. As a vampire, maybe… six months?”

“Wait, so how old are you? Should I be concerned?” You giggle.

“I was turned at twenty-five, but I’ve lived for eighty-nine years.”

“And you sleep with other vampires?”

“Sometimes, yeah.”

The room goes quiet for a few moments, the only sound filling the space between you being your own quiet breaths. After a while, you turn your head, looking in his eyes. “Have you ever been in love?”

“No.”

“Me either.”

[ofthecaravel]

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Blood Moon- D.R.W

This idea came from this photo I found of Vamp!Danny and the fan interaction of Danny saying, "You think I'm scary? I promise I'm not." It's finally October, babes. It's time to get spooky.

This is just a little thing I had to get off my brain while I work on a separate fic but I wanted to give y'all something for this spooky season! No smut warnings here, just clean (bloody, scary, and semi horny) Halloween fun!

Warnings: Blood, hypnosis, and major character death. (Wow, the second thing I've ever written that isn't smut!)

It was fate that brought you up to this castle. It was a song in the wind, the promise of a warm bed. After trudging through the forest, frozen to the bone from the harsh rain that has soaked your clothes and the howl of the storm that's lightning flashes so bright, it could be the middle of the day. So bright but so wrong, it could only be day light, so stark and cold, empty and full of long shadows stretching across the trees in an upside down world under your feet. Maybe this isn't the land you knew. Maybe you were turned around off the path a long time ago. With no moon or stars to guide you home, you follow the light shining through stained glass of a castle on the hill.

It's the only beacon for miles around. You practically crawl up the door, mud covering your shoes and skirts. You don't even feel human, more animalistic than anything. Reduced to only your need to survive, the need for a warm fire.

Your hand slams the elaborate iron door knocker, hands so cold they could shatter like glass. A man rips the door open. His eyes terrify you for a moment, so dark you can only describe them as black, he looks as though you've intruded. No doubt you have, God only knows what time it is. "I-I'm sorry I-I was lost and I just followed the lights to your home, I-" "Dear child, look at the state of you." The man interrupts your nonsensical speech, you look at the rags your clothes have become, "No need to apologize, please, come inside. Let me take care of you." His voice is like velvet.

You nearly fall over your own feet, exhaustion taking hold of you now that you've stopped moving for the first time in miles. The strangers hands catch you, his hands are cold, warmer than yours but cold nonetheless. You look in his eyes, a deep darkness that you can practically see your own reflection like a scrying mirror. His skin is pallid white, dark curls cascading in his face as he's lowered to your level to keep you from falling. His grip on you is tight, your heart is hammering in your chest. He almost snaps out of a trance of sorts before loosening his grip, he looks around behind you before bringing you back to your feet. "You are so weak, let's get you in some warm clothes, I'll draw you a bath."

You sink in the tub, warm water thawing your frozen muscles, a robe is laid on the loveseat across the large bathroom near a vanity. The clawfoot tub with a view from the window that overlooks the castle grounds, acres of forest at the foot of this hill, and the storm rages on outside. The echo of the drips from the water faucet ring across the white marble floors. The house is more like a sprawling castle. It's ages old and seemingly empty. The master of the house is Daniel, the man who brought you in graciously from the cold. He's a strange man but kind and gentle.

You emerge from the water to dry, putting on a very fancy white silk robe. Your clothes are gone, off somewhere most likely to be washed, or replaced entirely, you think. You take the candle that sits burning on the countertop, walking out into the hall. You pad down the hallway, searching for Daniel. You make your way to the large fireplace, warming yourself. You sigh, closing your eyes as you soak in the heat of the fire. It feels like a weight has been lifted from your chest as you relax into your new surroundings.

Two cold hands come to your arms from behind. You nearly jump, turning around in fright only to find Daniel. "Did I startle you?" He asks, grinning at the state of your unrest. You never really noticed what he was wearing earlier. A long dark red velvet coat, black breeches, and strands upon strands of pearls a top of a sheer white linen button-down shirt. He looks so breathtaking, you've never met anyone like him before, and you think you never will again. You chuckle at your reaction. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't hear you come in the room." You say anxiously. "My apologies, I wanted to ask if you enjoyed your bath." His voice soft and inquiring as he assesses your silk clad form. "I certainly did. Thank you so much, I would have frozen to death out there." You graciously thank your host. Daniel smiles, "Well, I couldn't have that, such a pretty thing out alone in the dark. Who knows what could have happened to you."

You look into his eyes again, they're pitch black, but with the glimmer of the fire, they nearly seem to have a red undertone. Surely not, you think. It's just your mind playing tricks. You take a step back, "I'm sorry, I'm just- you're a little scary." You whisper, a thought that you never meant to utter. His eyes only seem to light up at your comment, not the way you expected him to react. He smirks at your words. "I'm scary? I promise I'm not." Daniel's voice like a song in your ears, the way he smiles, his gentle voice assures.

His hand comes to your cheek, you lean into his palm, eyes growing tired all of a sudden. "My dear, you must be so tired. Come." He takes you by the hand, you follow him, almost as though you were a fawn, following after its kin in the meadow.

He brings you to an elegant chaise, warm velvet under you, inviting you closer. You're so close to him, you hardly think how this man is a stranger to you, how uncomfortable you should be in this state of near undress. It's no way for a lady to behave, but he felt like a flame and you the moth. Like a moon to his celestial body, wanting to be ever closer. My God he is beautiful.

You can feel just how warm you are, a blush in your cheeks, eyes heavy as though you've consumed an entire bottle of wine. "I can see you're tired of running." His voice is soft, deep, and raspy. His hand comes to your hair, pulling you closer. You don't resist. You find a pang of fear deep inside of your heart, one you can nearly wave off, but yet it buzzes like a fly in your mind. You open your eyes to see him looking at you, his eyes scanning your form, "You are divine." He coos, his fingertips grazing your scalp, that feeling in your chest subsides.

You feel as though you're on the brink of sleep, trailing into a dream. Your eyes close, your hand weakly coming to the pearls on his chest, your fingers toying with them as you are entranced by the way he pulls you even closer until your head is resting against his shoulder. He smells like warm spices, pine, with a hint of smoke, so inviting and familiar. His hands bring you onto his lap, you can not help but comply. Your brain feels like it's melting as his hands run down your body. You want him. You want to give him everything. Anything.

His hand comes slowly up your body, and to your cheek, he brings you to face him. You can't resist. You don't want to resist. You look him in his eyes. They're a deep red, almost a cabernet red is the only way to describe them. You're utterly hypnotized by him, you should be afraid, completely terrified of him. But you want to be a part of him. Anything he has to offer, you want to take from him.

"Such a gorgeous creature." His voice dances in your mind, a drunken smile comes to your lips as he brings his hand to your jaw. His thumb is cold as he drags it along your bottom lip, it practically sets you on fire the way he touches you. "All yours." You whisper weakly. Daniel grins, sharp teeth protruding in his smile, fang like teeth you had never seen before now. You know not what this means, but it doesn't matter, not anymore anyway. "All mine." He smiles, eyes delighted as he pulls you to him in a kiss. It's magnetic, your hand tightens around the strands of pearls, as his fingers pull away your robe from your shoulder, your neck exposed as his other hand brings your hair to the side. His tongue grazes along your own, and you want nothing more than to surrender completely to him.

He kisses you one last time before looking at you, "Such a pity." He sighs. You know you should be frightened, screaming and clawing away, but you don't. You don't want to. "This world is far too cruel to beautiful things such as yourself. I'll show you a tender mercy." He rasps.

His arms are so strong they pull you to him, your neck to his lips. His teeth sinking into the artery of your neck. Your hands hold the strand of pearls, your eyes unable to stay open, as your body feels numb, warm and sleepy. You can feel your blood leaving your body, but you don't care. It's not even yours anymore, you want to give it away. To give it to him. You can feel your heart slowing, the pitterpatter turning into a distant drum.

The sound of Daniel's lips against your throat and the burning flame in your neck sounds like a lullaby as you begin to drift off to sleep. His hands feel hot on your skin, you relax into his frame, your hands slowly falling away from the now blood-soaked pearls. Like a lamb in the meadow, drawn away by a wolf.

Daniel kisses your cheek as he withdraws from your garishly bloody neck. He lays your body down against the velvet chaise. He stands above you, your eyes barely staying open to see before you, an angelic evil. Lips covered in your blood, dripping down his throat and on to the pearls you once held. "I told you there was nothing to be afraid of. Now get some rest, don't fight it, my love. Sleep well, angel." Daniel's voice fading as you give into that sweet sleep that's been pulling you in since you entered this place. His hand takes yours, he kisses the top of your hand, "Sweet dreams."

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[ghoulinpieces]

𝑽𝑨𝑴𝑷𝑰𝑹𝑰𝑪 𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑨𝑵𝑻𝑰𝑪𝑰𝑺𝑴 ✦ 𝑫𝑹𝑾

╰─➛ vampires surely couldn't exist. & surely, you wouldn't know one personally. so, obviously, no, your boyfriend isn't a bloodthirsty monster... right? so then why was he so odd?

❪ cw: a tad suggestive at times. brief mentions of drugs and overdosing. blood, obvi. arguing. kinda angsty, i suppose. fluff for the most part. a little rushed at times, mb. ❫

❪ ghoulie speaks !! first full fic i'm posting and it's lowkey a little shitty but it's okay. it's severely unedited so just ignore that, and happy spooky season babes <3 ❫

Growing up comes with fears. Whether that be the dark, or heights, or even stupid things that don't exist such as the boogeyman who sits all night under thousands of kids beds, terrorizing them into sleeping earlier, tucked in tight, as to avoid him.

These horror stories are told to you from a young age. From parents who need their kids to listen or older cousins who think it's hilarious to see the scared look on that poor six-year-olds face when they're told the story of why you hear howling on a full moon.

Some kids grow out of it, others don't. Either way it's all fictional superstition, isn't it? No need to be scared of that.

Not when there were very real things to be scared of, such as the spider crawling above the toliet that you were calling your trusty boyfriend to kill.

You were by the door, slipper in hand. He was on the couch, remote in hand. Looking for the perfect horror film to make you cringe when he faintly heard you call his name, jumped up the second time you yelled.

"What?" He approached you, noticing the slipper. He let out a sigh, smiling when you looked at him.

"Kill it." You frowned, "Please, I really gotta go and I can't." He laughed, palm outstretched for the slipper you immediately put in his hand.

"You know... we have two bathrooms. You don't always have to use this one."

"Okay, and? My pads are in this one.. what's the point of using that one when I have everything here?" You leaned on the doorframe, watching as he pushed the slipper against the creepy crawly on the wall. He made a face when you mentioned the pads, as if he was making a mental note of your time of the month. He was always weird on your period.

"Rest in peace, Charlotte." He shrugged, wiping it up with toliet paper.

"Stop doing that! You make me feel bad!" You laughed, hitting his bicep. He had begun referencing Charlotte's Web whenever this situation occurred. He thought it was the funniest thing seeing you cry over the helpful spiders death when you call him to play exterminator in your own home.

He laughed, "Relax. I mean, it's just a spider with friends and family. Wife, kids, a dream." You hit him again as he fixed his hair in the mirror, his freckles prominent in the bathroom lighting before finally walking towards the door.

"Get out." You giggled, "You're an evil man, Danny. Starting to think you don't have a soul." He sighed, his smile dimming a bit.

"Oh, if only you knew... hurry up in here. I wanna watch that new Saw movie." He smiled, closing the door. That was odd, wasn't it?

His words seemed so serious, too serious to be playing along. Maybe you're just overthinking, I mean... what could've he had meant?

But you've been noticing a lot of strange things lately. Ever since you had offered for him to start spending weekends at your place since he's always complaining about his roommate, plus he's barely at his own place anyways, and after much hesitation, he obliged. You've seen more and more of the things he thinks he keeps well hidden.

You've always noticed how he talks very vintage like. Not as in 18th century vintage but just like he's a kid from the 60s with no cares and the only thing he was looking forward too was Grateful Dead and Janis Joplin at Woodstock. But that was explainable, he likes old things, has an old soul.

But, something not so explainable is that he often ventures out at night, late when he thinks you're sleeping, and doesn't return till hours later, hair messed with and slightly out of breath when he snuggles back up to your form. Hands always cold. You swore you saw blood on his lip one time.

You've left your mind gone wild with explanations of that. Cheating always at the forefront but Danny could never do that. Not with his kind heart and his puppy eyes that worship you. His praises and actions that he reserves for you and you only.

You're not even sure if he sleeps at all. You're quite the insomniac yourself but even then you end up passing out of exhaustion. You've never seen him sleep.

He also doesn't eat garlic, can't be in the same room as it... odd but not the most strange.

You smile as you walk out the hallway and into the living room, your female pitbull cuddled up with him. You named her Rhiannon, it had been the song playing in the adoption center when you met. "Aw, aren't y'all just the cutest. I love that she loves you now." You scrunch your nose, bending over to kiss her snout.

You were always happy seeing them get along. When you first had Danny over, she had barked nonstop. She had even snapped at him, wouldn't let him near her or you. Which is odd considering she's the sweetest dog on Earth. She's never bitten anyone or even tried to, she's loves people, especially ones you're close with.

Odd she didn't like the man you're inlove with. Oh, well, she does now. That's all that matters, right?

Danny gently wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you onto his lap as you shivered from his cold touch.

He is always freezing.

For a man like Danny, you'd expect him to always run warm. Just like a human furnace, instead, he's the North Pole.

"You okay?" He knows you're okay, just like he knows why you're cold. Of course he does. He's managed to cover up the truth by telling you he has low iron.

You simply nod, grabbing the throw blanket from behind him and snuggling closer to him on his lap. He smiles softly as he starts the movie, setting the remote down before holding you tighter. You moved your legs to be touching Rhiannon, just to let her know she's not forgotten.

It's the simple things you do that make his heart ache, make him yearn for a forever with you. Yearn to be able to grow old and watch your grandkids play in the backyard. Yearn to be able to tell you the whole truth.

But he can't. He wouldn't do that to you. Let you know there's a limited time frame between your love before he has to move cities to keep his charade going. He must rather suffer with that knowledge alone then break your heart before it's time. Or break his when you inevitably fear him.

Oh, how he curses his soulless body for loving you so deeply.

Perhaps he should've gone with the twins to Nashville, he thinks the distraction of them would've kept him from falling inlove.

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It was sunny out, far too sunny for an October sunday afternoon but you weren't complaining. Danny was outside, playing with Rhiannon while you were in the kitchen, knife in hand, apple on the plastic plate you've had for far too many years.

He had offered to cut it for you but you declined. He does so much for you, the least you could do is cut your own fruit.

But even then, you always were a klutz. You grip on the knife had slipped, sending the blade straight into your middle finger as you, stupidly, tried to catch it. "Fuck!" You hissed grabbing a paper towel to wrap around the wound.

"What happened, are you okay?" You jumped as Danny appeared behind you. He's always been freakishly fast, Rhiannon just now approaching the kitchen and she was running.

"Jesus, fuck! Don't sneak up on me like that." You sighed, "Sorry, sorry... 'm fine, just cut myself." You frowned watching as he picked up the knife and dropped in the sink, his body tensing when you mentioned the cut. He shouldn't... it could go horribly wrong, he knows that... he does it anyways.

"Let me see." His voice is so soft you could cry, hand outstretched for yours which you give gladly. Winces escaping you as he looks at the cut, blood pooling slowly from the broken skin. His jaw clenched and eyes zeroed in on it, "You scared me, y'know, thought something worse happened."

"I'll be fine. Sorry I scared you, it just fucking hurt so bad." You sigh, he shook his head.

"Don't apologize, you hurt yourself. You're allowed to be as dramatic as you want." He smiled softly, looking up at you making a face at him. He smiled wider to which you smiled back before looking back at your finger.

"Shit, Danny, it's bleeding. Can you go get the band-" You cut yourself in shock when instead of doing what you had asked, he wrapped his mouth around your finger and sucked the blood away.

His eyes never left yours, it was strangely erotic. You just blinked at him, breathing quite heavily, "Never thought those fingers would be in my mouth in a different context." He just barely whispered, kissing the cut that had stopped bleeding. The cut that was barely a cut anymore and instead skin somewhat stitched back together.

He's panicking. He shouldn't have done that, what normal person does that? He just fucked everything. Fuck, there's no excuse or reasoning for that... blood kink? Wouldn't be too far from the truth. He ran his tongue over his teeth, panicking further when he feels the slight poke of his fangs.

You just laughed in slight disbelief, reaching up to kiss his cheek, "Thank you for helping me."

He laughed, "You gonna let me finish cutting it for you?" He hid his face by turning around to find another, clean, knife.

"Have at 'em, baby, I'm done. I'm injured." You sigh dramatically, walking over to kiss the base of his neck and wrap an arm around his waist, "Just so you know, and not to be weird here... that was strangely sexual... kinda hot" He laughed loudly, his eyes crinkling.

"You liked watching me suck your blood? Really? That's what does it for you?"

"Hey, you can suck my blood anytime you want, Dracula." If only you actually knew what you were saying.

"Might take you up on that, weirdo." He nudged you with his elbow. He wouldn't. He'd never do it, too risky. He could kill you. He's not too good at self restraint.

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Nights were always your favorite with Danny. Ever since he started spending nights over, your nighttime routine had been weaved along with his.

The two of you had learned to dance around each other in the bathroom. Maneuvering around one another so you get to your toothbrush or facial cleanser.

You were in the middle of scrubbing your teeth when Danny finished, putting the toothbrush he bought down at CVS to keep at your place in the cup. He leaned against the counter, watching you with the softest look on his face. He was a goner when it came to you, especially to the domesticity of your time spent together.

"Why you lookin' at me like that?" You smiled softly, looking over at him.

"Like what?" He laughed.

"You know how you're looking at me." You shook your head, putting your own toothbrush away.

"Like I love you?" He smiled, his arms wrapping around you, "Like you're the best thing to ever happen to me? Like I couldn't imagine never knowing you?"

Despite the blush on your face you laughed, and grabbed his arms, "Come on! Now, you're just bein' cheesy." You leaned your head back against his shoulder as he looked at you through the mirror, his own head resting ontop of your shoulder.

"Thought you liked cheesy." He kissed your cheek, his hands tightening their grip ever-so-slightly for just a moment before loosening.

"I do but sometimes you take it so far." You smile, walking out of his grip and grabbing his hand.

"There is never too much cheese." He sounded offended and it made you smile wider, "You think there's such thing as too much cheese?"

"I know there's such thing as too much cheese now get in bed. I'm tired."

With you cuddled up close to him and fast asleep, your arm around his waist and Rhiannon on his other side, her snout on his stomach, he decides to stay in that night. He can miss one night.

He hates leaving every night, to leave you in an empty bed that's cold for hours on end, but it's the only time he can get away long enough to do what he needs to. He wishes he didn't have to, he wishes he could stay wrapped up in you and your arms. Or at the very least he wishes he could sleep, he wishes for a lot of things.

But, when you're like Danny, most wishes can never be granted. And if they can, certainly not without a price. A risky, dangerous, scary, price.

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Perhaps you were bored or perhaps your Twilight binge had rotted your brain, but you were knees deep in vampire facts.

You were definitely bored.

You were simply curious as to what the original folk story had about vampires, what had been added over time for the sake of storytelling. First clicking on Reddit, horrible but what else would you use? But then, you started to notice that too many things stated seemed quite familiar.

You couldn't remember who it had reminded you of... it was annoying you if were honest.

Cold skin. Nocturnal. Freakishly fast. Doesn't like garlic. Little to no eating. Obviously likes blood.

But then, there were things that counteracted it like them burning in the sun and having no reflection. He loved to look in the mirror and he practically lived in the sun.

He... oh shit.

It was Danny. He fit every description.

You began to look more into it, going on odd forums and weird websites that seemed like they were created for the weirdos of the internet and everything you saw reminded you of him more and more. He fit everything. It was quite scary. But, it's just a coincidence, right? Vampires don't exist, right?

You'd just have to pay more attention than you already do the next time you see him.

✦ ✧ ✦ ✧ ✦

The week had came and gone since that night but you hadn't heard from Danny in days, you were worried. You had no one to call to see if they knew about his whereabouts. Sure, he had friends. Work friends. They rarely spoke outside of his job.

Sometimes you think you're the only one he hangs out with. He's a bit of a recluse but you can tell it's not by choice, he's far too much of a social butterfly and outgoing in public to be this lonely in a city as big as yours. Another odd thing about him. You might just start making a list. After you find him.

It wasn't like him to disappear, not like that. He always returned within the day. It's been radio silence since Monday morning when he left. He had even missed your date that was planned for Wednesday, ignored all your messages and calls while you sat at the book store, browsing alone.

You had considered going to his place after that but... he didn't necessarily allow you there.

It was never explicitly stated that you were banned from his home but he never invited you over, always made an excuse why you couldn't come in, never had you pick him up from his complex.

#7 on the list of things that make him odd and another reason to the possible vampire theory, but they don't exist. You don't even know why you're entertaining the idea.

So, maybe he is cheating. It explains the late night departures, you never spending time at his place. There's not much to go off of but... it's the most sane explanation you could think of.

You wouldn't believe he was a vampire. Fuck what all those sketchy websites and forums and reddit posts said. Vampires are not real.

But, oh, how it pains you to think of him cheating. To think that every moment between you two was an act, that every praise and act of service wasn't true, that he pleases other women in the dark of their bedroom the same he pleases you. That he doesn't love you.

You two had been together for a little over a year and you were madly inlove. He was your gentle giant and it pains you to think he could be someone else's as well. Maybe that's why he hesitated so much when you brought up the weekend stays, he had someone waiting for him back home.

If he did, she wasn't there. You had hesitated multiple times before finally knocking on the apartment door, you waited about a minute or so after hearing a dog bark before deciding to just leave. Maybe nobody was home.

But then the door swung open, his roommate on the other side. You had seen photos of him. He was tall and skinny, long brunette hair with a bit of a wave to it and downturned eyes accompanied with an amazing bone structure. "Oh, hello." His voice was a bit raspy, not too much but enough to notice.

"Hey... um, is Danny here?" Your voice was timid, you felt odd showing up out of the blue. Even odder and uncomfortable when his brows furrowed together in confusion.

"No... he isn't. Do you know him?"

Oh.

You realized you were staring when he tilted his head, "Oh, yeah... yeah I do. He's um... I'm Y/N. His girlfriend." You wanted to curse yourself for sounding so scared.

His face fell before his jaw clenched and his eyes widened, whether that be in panic or anger, you weren't sure, "You are? Well, he didn't tell me he was seeing anybody... I'm Sam." He reached his hand out and when you took it, all you could notice was that he was cold too.

"Yeah, he's... he's told me about you." You smile softly when he nods.

"I'd hope. I only live with the man." He laughed, quite stoner like, "He's never mentioned you. I can see why, you're quite gorgeous. No wonder he wants to keep you a secret from me." Lie. He knows why Danny never told him and he knows it's not because of how gorgeous he finds you, "How long have you been seeing him?"

"For like a year or so..." You sigh as his face falls, "Kinda odd he never mentioned me, huh?"

"Oh, yeah. Really odd." He shrugged, "But, yeah, he's been down in Nashville since Monday. He returned home from wherever it is he spends his weekends, which I assume is your place? He left that afternoon, a family emergency popped up. I couldn't go, I mean, I have a dog to feed. Can't leave her all by herself." He laughed.

"Since Monday?"

"Yeah... I gather he didn't tell you? Missed whatever it is you had planned Wednesday?"

"Did he tell you about it?" How could he tell Sam he had a date but not about you? You were starting to regret this, you just wanted to go home. Maybe you could distract yourself with terrible Netflix romcoms.

"Not really. All he told me he was busy on Wednesday but I just assume he must've cancelled once he left..." Sam tilted his head, "Quite cruel he didn't."

You frowned, "It is, isn't it? Um... if you hear from him at all.. can you just tell him to give me a call?"

"Oh, yeah, of course." Sam will, but he can't promise that he'll tell Danny he can keep seeing you. It's far too dangerous, not just for you but for them too, "You have a nice day, Y/N." He smiled, you smiled back though it had to be forced.

"You too, Sam." The interaction did more harm than good, you felt odd and off balance as you walked away. More saddened than anything. What was Danny hiding from you? Why was he hiding you? Were you some dark secret?

You were taken out of your memory revisit when you heard a knock on the door, Rhiannon barking as she you shushed her and stood.

You sighed when you opened the door. Your gentle giant standing with sunflowers in hand, fiddling with his necklace and his short curly hair moving when he looked up at you. You were relieved he was alive, pissed that he disappeared and showed up with flowers.

"Hi." He breathed. He thought you looked radiant, he always did. You could show up covered in dirt and mud and slime and he'd happily clean you off while complimenting how beautiful you are, "Got you flowers... sorry that I missed-"

"Where the fuck have you been?" You cut him off, hand on your hip as you eyed him.

Shit.

He's heard that tone before. He's seen you use it on the phone with your mother when she's pissed you off, and he's seen you use it with Rhiannon when she won't listen. You've used it hundreds of times, pissed off beyond belief, he's just never been on the receiving end.

"You disappear for fucking days, ignore all of my texts and my calls then you show up like everything's fine? With fucking flowers?" You sighed, pushing the door open with more force than necessary, "Get in, I'm not arguing with you in the middle of the hallway." He quickly obliged. If there's one thing he's learned about you when your mad, it's to listen.

"Baby, believe me when I say I am so, so, sorry I missed our date and didn't call. I was going too but I had a family emergency and it just slipped my mind." It's not a lie, but it's not the whole truth. The truth would involve exposing him and the twins to you, he couldn't do that.

Now, he sounded genuine, but the anger that seeped itself into your bones refused to leave that easily.

"It slipped your mind to call me and tell me you were going to Nashville? What? Did it also slip your mind to tell your roommate I existed, Danny?" He tensed up, eyes wide, once you mentioned Sam.

"You went to my apartment? You talked to Sam? Why would you do that? What's wrong with you?" He knew he fucked up when the words left his mouth and you frowned,

"What's wrong with me? Are you shitting me, Danny?"

"You know I didn't mean it like tha-"

"You were gone for fucking days! I didn't know where you were, not one fucking call or text in eight days! What did you expect me to do?!" You snapped, you were not going to be painted as the one in the wrong for caring, "He at least had the decency to tell me where you were!"

"What did you tell him?" You wanted to scream, that's what he was worried about? "Y/N! What did you tell Sam? Did you tell him we're together?"

"No, I told him I was a fucking alien from Mars looking to probe your brain. Of course I told him we're together, why wouldn't I?" You sighed, arms crossed. Danny looked tense, scared. You've never seen him like that.

"Because I'm not supposed to be seeing you... I'm not... I was never supposed to be even talking to you." He sighed, rubbing at his forehead. You just felt more confused and hurt.

"What the fuck do you mean? ...Danny!" You exclaimed when he didn't answer, "Are you... are you cheating on me?"

"What?"

He looked bewildered, maybe even hurt you'd think that. You regret asking but what was were you supposed to say? You two were on opposite sides of the world, he was in the light and you were in the dark. You needed to know.

"Are you?"

"No, baby, no. I'd never, I... even if I could I wouldn't." He sighed, frowning. He walked over to you, grabbing your biceps softly, "I promise you, I would never. I love you and only you, where would you even get such an idea?"

"Are you shitting my dick? Do you think you're good at hiding shit? I know you sneak out in the middle of the night for hours, Sam didn't even know about me and now you're saying you're not supposed to be seeing me." You sigh, dropping your arms which he immediately grabbed your hands. And you let him, "What the fuck is going on with you?" He sighed, looking down at the ground before back at you.

"Listen, I can't tell you-" You scoffed, taking your hands back and going to walk away before he grabbed your arm and turned you to him, "You don't know how badly I wish I could, but, please just trust me when I say it's for your benefit. It'd be dangerous for you to know." His hands grabbed your face, his fingers gentle as they cradled it, thumbs brushing your cheeks.

"What are you in a gang? I can't... I can't be with you if you're hiding shit from me, Danny." You frowned, "You can't just keep lying to me."

"I know but... it's better if I do." He whispered. He didn't want to lose you, ever, but maybe it is for the better.

"So you're fine with me walking away? You're okay with losing me?"

"No, I'm not but I can't tell you the truth."

"You'd much rather I break up with you than tell me?" You couldn't believe it, it seemed like a such a stab. It was worse for him though, he knew he was going to lose you but he thought he had at least another three years with you. At least he'd be able to get over it now rather than mope about leaving you behind when him and Sam move down to Nashville to be with the twins, "I can't fucking believe you, Danny. Seriously. What is so fucking bad that you'd rather lose me than just be honest?" You weren't sad, not at that moment. You wanted him to fight for you instead he gave up as if it was a battle he could never win, which in his eyes, it was.

"Y/N..." He sighed, "I'm sorry."

"You're not sorry, Danny, don't act like you are. Jesus Christ, you don't even care! Do I really mean that little to you? Like seriously, did I ever matter?" You scoffed, taking a step back.

"You mean everything to me, Y/N, and you know that. Do you seriously think I don't care?" He seemed hurt that you'd ever think that but what else were you supposed to think?

"You're not showing me otherwise." You frowned, "Just... just tell me!" You exclaimed, opening you're mouth to speak before he beat you to the finish line.

"I'm a vampire! Okay? I'm a fucking nocturnal blood sucking monster!"

Is he... is he serious? ...Does he think you're that fucking dumb?

You can't help but laugh loudly, putting your head into your hands. He's scared out of his mind, he doesn't know how you're gonna react. He just knows he can't lose you this early, he needs you. He's an addict and you're his heroine.

He's quite literally the vampire and he considers you to be the blood.

"I can't believe you. Are you fucking with me? Like... are there some hidden cameras here?" You look around to emphasize your words while he stares at you, "Jesus, fuck, Danny. Y'know-"

"You don't believe me?" He seemed shocked, as if he didn't just say he was a vampire.

"Of course I don't believe you! Vampires don't exist!" You exclaimed, "You seriously much rather fuck with me? If you're cheating, the least you could do is tell me! It'd make this a whole lot easier!"

"Make what easier? You're seriously gonna leave me? Even after I told you the truth?" He seemed in disbelief. He swears, if he had a heart it'd broken like a dropped vase. Shattered. Pieces scattered around the floor that he'll have to pick up one by one and try his best to glue and tape back together but inevitably fail because he'll be missing the key part. You.

"You're not telling me the truth, Danny!"

"I am! I swear to God I am!" He was getting frustrated now too, you had never seen him so annoyed. If you weren't drowning in your arguement, you'd want him to take you then and there.

Anger looked good on him.

"Prove it!"

"What?"

You sighed, rubbing at your forehead, "You heard me, Danny. If you're really a nocturnal bloodsucker, prove it."

He scoffed, "How do you want me to prove that?" You rolled your eyes, "I'm not gonna start fucking running around here like I'm Edward Cullen." You scoffed this time. Did he have to be so fucking cute? And dumb?

"Your fangs. Show me your fangs." You stepped closer to him, hands on your hips. Watching as he sighed before opening his mouth, you waited a moment or two, just looking at a regular human mouth. But then, you gasped as his fangs began growing in. His teeth changing right before your eyes.

His eyes, however, were no longer the sweet brown you adore but instead piercing red. Scarier, sure, but his puppy dog eyes were still there and you loved it all the same.

"Believe me now?"

"But you don't burn in the sun... and you have a reflection..." You whispered, eyes wide and frantic.

"All myths." He shrugged as if he didn't just reveal that he was a blood thirsty monster, "Do you believe me?"

"Yeah.. yeah, I believe you." He smiled at that, putting his fangs more on display, "Oh my God... you don't... all those nights you disappeared, you weren't eating people were you? You're not gonna eat me, right?"

"No! Oh my God, no." He laughed a bit, his hands immediately shooting to grab your arms, "I feed off of animals. I don't... I never liked the idea of killing someone. I mean, I don't have to kill you to feed off you but..." He trailed off, shrugging.

"But what?" You tilted your head. You wanted to understand, you needed to, "You're afraid you'll go too far?"

"I have gone too far. One too many times." He sighed, "So, animals are the next best thing. They work just as well as people."

"You're a vampire." You laughed, the information fully settled, "Oh my God! Is that why Sam didn't know about me?" You frowned as he looked down at the ground.

"Yeah.. yeah, we made a deal we wouldn't going to get close to anybody here, let alone date them. Too many broken hearts, too many risks. Plus, we'd have to leave eventually." He sounded sad, telling you all this. And you couldn't help but hang onto to the leaving part, "But I just... I couldn't stay away from you even if I wanted too... you know that."

"You're gonna have to leave at some point?"

"Listen, I don't want to but... I can't stay forever. I mean, either way, I'm immortal... you're gonna grow old and blossom while I'm stuck being 24." He frowned, stepping closer to you. Your chest against his, "I promise you, if I could stay and give you the life you want I wouldn't even think twice about doing it." You just nodded, wrapping your arms around him.

This was going to take some getting used to.

✦ ✧ ✦ ✧ ✦

It had been three months since that night. Things were the same for the most part but you could tell, the fact that you'll have to inevitably part has been looming over both your heads. You just decided to ignore it, live in delusion. It hadn't exactly worked.

You two had always been inseparable but even more so now. Constantly touching, constantly talking, constantly just being together. You still never went to his place, Danny claiming it's because he likes the privacy of your apartment, and something about Sam being a whore.

However, that didn't stop Sam from wanting to get to know you. Ever since he found out about you, he claimed you're all Danny ever talked about. He never realized just how little Danny talked before then. You've invited him over once or twice.

He'll come in, eat all your food, because apparently vampires not being able to eat human food is also a myth, something about how as long as they drink blood they'll be fine. He'll talk to you about whatever, whenever, as if you're old friends and be completely barefoot the entire time.

You've also overheard their little conversations once or twice, mostly about you. Mostly about how badly the break-up will hurt, the seconds counting down to it.

"Y'know..." Sam started, looking in your fridge, his tone immediately tensing Danny up. That's the tone he'll use whenever he's about to suggest something outrageous, "You could always turn her, wouldn't exactly be difficult-"

"Are you fucking crazy?" Danny exclaimed, accidentally slamming his water bottle down. Eyes shooting daggers at Sam, "Seriously, Sam? Do you know what could fucking happen?"

"Yes, I know. You have no restraint and you'll end up killing her which you know isn't true." Sam sighed, closing the nearly empty fridge and leaning against it, arms crossed.

You were currently standing in the hallway, trying your best to eavesdrop quietly.

"Isn't true my ass. Do you not remember Annie? Her death was my fault." Sam rolled his eyes, sighing. He always brings up fucking Annie.

On that note, who the fuck is Annie? He's never mentioned an Annie to you.

"Annie died because she was coked out and shooting heroine while you did it. She would've died either way from an overdose, you just sped up the process. Y/N isn't a fucking drug addict, she'll live." He wasn't wrong but Danny could never risk it.

"You don't know that, Sam."

"Yes, I do. You love her too much to ever risk hurting her, I know. But guess what? You didn't love Annie, not the way you love her, and Annie surely didn't love you, she used you for drugs and sex, man, and you know that." Danny did know that, but that doesn't make the blood on his hands wash away, "You think Y/N wants to lose you too?"

"No, I don't but guess what, Sam? I'm not ever doing it, no matter what. I'm not risking her life or taking away her fucking soul." Danny sighed, rubbing his forehead, "I can't... I don't want to. I could never forgive myself if she died, just like I could never forgive myself if I took her away from her life."

What life? You rarely talk to your family in years and all your close friends live in different states. Danny had been the one constant.

"Just because you didn't get a choice in the matter doesn't mean she shouldn't either." God, he hated when Sam was right.

"She wants to grow old and have a family, Sam, she doesn't want to move from state to state every three to six years." Danny sighed, looking down at the counter he was leaning on.

"How do you know that? How do you know that girl won't follow you to the ends of the Earth? 'Cause it's clear as day that she'll do whatever if it means you won't leave." Sam had grabbed Dannys water now, going to sip from it when you finally decided to walk into the kitchen. Saving Danny from the conversation.

"Hey, weirdos. What'd I miss?" You smiled, seeing Danny immediately soften at the sight of you. And you didn't miss the look Sam gave him either when you walked up and wrapped your arms around his waist.

"Nothing. Just vampire shit." Sam smiled.

"Yeah... just vampire shit, nothing interesting." Danny smiled, "I'll go get the popcorn ready if you wanna go put movie on."

"Sam... you wanna do that for me?" Thank God he took the hint and walked to the living room, both hands raised as he did. He usually complains whenever you imply you want to be alone with Danny, "Hey, you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah. Why wouldn't I be?" He turned around in your arms, his hands resting on your face, "Got you in my arms."

You scrunched your nose at him which he kissed, "You're so cheesy. Go get the popcorn ready, Dracula." You kissed his cheek, leaving him alone in the kitchen when you walked away.

You'll bring it up another day. For now, you're enjoying all the time you have left with Danny... and apparently Sam.

[jmkho]

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[theweightofakiteofdreamsingold]

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After much deliberate thought, we have decided to retire our old handle (@ the-simp-sonsss) and make the small jump to convert our Tumblr blog to be the true Greta Van Fleet shrine that it’s ultimately turned into. 😅 We feel that our fics for the boys are the ones that we feel the most drawn to write, so we want to continue to write them from a blog that is solely dedicated to GVF!

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ok i have a fragment of a dream to share

so greta was playing some tv thing (an awards show maybe ?) idk but it was BIG. i remember it playing on the tv in the room i was in and there was a faraway shot of the boys standing outside of a building and they were wearing FULL GOLD. (josh in gold pants i was freaking tf out) but then it cut and their “performance” actually started out with a bunch of actors playing the parts of the boys in this weird little intro thing before the music started. what i didn’t know is that they were filming the beginning sequence right outside my door. (somehow they were filming everything live but also i was there reacting to the whole thing too idk it’s dreamland) so after that sequence the actual music performance starts

but it’s not greta. it’s ONE DIRECTION DRESSED UP LIKE GRETA. idk what was happening but yeah one direction AND still filming right outside my room. so for some reason one direction comes and sits with me in my room after they’re done and we had a whole conversation about how the song they performed wasn’t a one direction song (i vividly remember going “i know that!! i was a directioner, girlfriend!!” idk man) and the song they performed was by the vamps.

and that’s it. it was literally one shot of the ACTUAL greta van fleet and then the rest was just people dressed up to look like gvf. slightly disappointing but one direction was there.

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My Love: Chapter 1

Characters: Jake Kiszka x Sara Warnings: 18+ || Language. Gore. Blood. Drinking blood. Angst. Yelling. Anger. Slight physical violence. Self doubt. Brief allusions to murder. Smut. Foreplay. Fingering. Oral sex (f & m receiving). Penetrative sex.

A/N: Welcome (finally) to the first installment of Jaketober! We are beginning early as to not rush through this series within the 4-4 1/2 weeks of October.

I can hear the pumping of her blood as I near the mansion. Slow and calm, she must be asleep already. Parking the car, I slide out and into the cold, October air, wrapping my coat tighter around my body. Stalking up the walkway to the steps, I climb each one delicately and slowly as I listen to her heart still beating. It beats like a drum in my ear and her blood rushes through like a river flowing rapidly by. I clench my fists, willing the urge to go away.

I’ve been craving her all day, needing relief so I wouldn’t tear into an innocent person’s throat. She is my source, my lifeline and I seek to drink from her and her only. Unlocking the door, I push it wide open before stepping inside the large foyer and closing the door behind me. The candles that line the staircase are the only things giving the slightest illumination as I slip out of my shoes and shrug off my coat before placing it all inside the closet closest to the stairs.

I make the trek up the stairs to the second floor, her heart beat growing increasingly louder the closer that I get to our shared bedroom. I can feel my fangs piercing the inside of my bottom lip. The urge to not drink her blood growing increasingly harder with each step that I take getting closer and closer to her.

Gripping the door handle, I quietly push the door open and peer into the room. More candles are lit, the flames casting a warm glow. Her body is stretched over top the covers, the sheer nightgown leaving little to the imagination.

Quietly I move through the room and undress as I go, unhooking my necklaces and placing them delicately inside the jewelry box on my dresser and sliding off my rings and placing them neatly beside the chains. Next I work on sliding off my blazer and tossing it into the red, velvet chair placed strategically in the corner of the room, followed shortly by my trousers leaving me in only my briefs. My semi hard cock protruding ever so slightly beneath the fabric as I continue watching her sleeping reflection in the mirror. The way her chest rises with each breath she takes and falls gently as she exhales.

I have an inkling that she did this on purpose.

Looking away from the mirror for only a brief moment to close the jewelry box, I feel her hands slide over my hips and across the front of my abdomen. For a mere human, she’s quick and stealthy. I can feel her body radiating through the thin fabric of her nightgown. There’s a stark contrast between our bodies. Mine always being cold and hers always being warm. Warm and delicious.

“I thought you were asleep..” I say, keeping my head facing forward.

I hear her hum before she presses her lips to the back of my shoulder. “You and I both know that I was not asleep.”

“Your pulse said otherwise.”

“Hmph, guess I just got better at controlling it.”

My lips curl upwards and I place my hand over hers. “I see that I’ve taught you well..”

Grabbing her hands, I tug her back towards the bed. She straddles my waist when I sit down. She purposely moved her nightgown upwards around her hips, allowing her warm and soaked core to rub against the fabric of my boxers as she grinds against me. The friction is adding to the pleasure that’s building within me, making my cock grow impossibly hard.

“I’ve been so lonely here, waiting for you to come home.”

“Aw, did my baby miss me?” I say as I rub the pads of my thumbs into the skin of her inner thigh.

“Very..” She breathes.

Smiling, I stretch my neck upwards so I can press my lips to hers. Pulling her off of my hips, I turn her and plop her back down, pressing her back against my chest. Ever so slowly, I run my hands down her thigh and spread her legs. Our reflection in the floor length mirror does nothing but spur me on more.

“Is this all for me?” I say as I tease my fingertips over her center.

Her head falls back against my shoulder, fully exposing her neck. I lick my tongue over the protruding fangs, my eyes dialing in on the movement of her pulse beneath her skin. The sound of her blood rushing fills my head and the urge to sink my teeth into her skin is overwhelming once more.

“Do it..” I hear her breathe. “I trust you.”

Trust me, she does.

Sinking my teeth into her skin, the first few drops of her blood makes contact and the need inside of me is finally satisfied. One of her hands is wrapped around the arm that clutches her tightly to my chest. I must have abandoned her needy friend when I felt her own hand slither beside mine. Pulling away from her neck, I take in a breath before licking up the small amount of blood that escaped down her throat.

“Are we a little impatient?” I inquire as I guide her hand away.

She turned her head to look at me with a wicked look in her eyes. I chuckle and slowly drag my fingers through her folds and up to her cunt where I gently press against. She moans, her eyes fluttering closed as she lays her head back once again on my shoulder.

“Don’t worry, my love, I will always satisfy you while you satisfy me.”

Sinking my teeth back into her neck, I use the timing of it to plunge my fingers inside of her. Her throat vibrates as she moans and she grips tighter to my arm. 

“Jake..” She moans.

I continue pumping my fingers at a delicious pace, her breathing becoming quick as her breasts brush against my upper arm. I glance out of the corner of my eyes towards the mirror, the sight before me utterly beautiful. I retract my teeth again and lick up the excess blood. Leaning away slightly, I watch her face with careful eyes as I bring her closer to her climax. Her bottom lip is tucked in beneath her teeth. Her eyebrows are so tightly drawn together, I can just tell that she’s closer.

“That’s it, love,” I say as I kiss her neck. “Come for me..”

“Jake, I–” But she cuts herself off with a loud moan, her body shaking within my arms. I can feel her release cover my fingers and sliding down to fill the palm of my hand.

“You did so good for me..” I whisper against the side of her face.

Removing my hand from between her legs, I bring it up to my mouth and I lick my hand clean of her release.

“It’s a good thing vampires require blood to survive..” I say as I tilt her head forehead. She looks at me with hooded eyelids, her pupils are blown. “Because if I had to live off of your release, I could have you coming over and over again.”

She smiles lazily and hums as he rests her head once more on my shoulder. “You already do..” She softly speaks.

I help her to her feet and guide her nightgown off of her shoulders. “Every little piece of you is so elegantly carved. Molds perfectly aligned with every piece of me.. As if you were made for me.”

Sliding the nightgown further down her arms, she pulls them free allowing the fabric to flow down her body and pool on the ground around her feet. I kiss down her neck and her shoulder and leave a trail down her collarbone and chest. I fondle her breasts, one in each hand as I slowly make my way down her torso. Her hands softly caress my forearms and slither down to my shoulders.

I move down to my knees in front of her and leave kisses around her now sensitive area. I peer up at her and she’s already watching me with lust filled eyes.

“One more for me?” I ask. She nods her head before she’s lowering herself down on the bed and spreading her legs once more.

If I weren’t already dead, this would definitely be the cause of my death. Oh what a way to go out it would be.

Shuffling closer to bed, I guide her legs over my shoulders and reach for her hips to pull her closer to me. I kiss the inside of her thigh and grow closer to her sensitive bundle of nerves.

I flick my tongue over her clit, the softest moan escaping her lips. I play around a little with it, licking it and sucking on it before thrusting my tongue inside of her. Her fingers find their place within my hair and tangle themselves in the locks. I love having my face between her thighs. Besides drinking her blood, this is the best meal that I have so far.

I don’t go easy on her as I fuck her with my tongue, her favorite thing that I do. So why not go a step further? Sliding my hand between her legs, I slowly insert a finger.

“Fuck.. Jake..” She moans above me. Her body moves and I glance up to see her body arching, her back lifting off of the bed.

Removing myself from between her legs, I continue pumping my finger inside and adding a second one to increase her pleasure. Her walls are already so slick but that doesn’t stop me from dragging my fingers down them ever so slowly. I know where her sweet spot is, and I know that she knows that I do. The fire in her eyes as she lifts her head to look at me. I simply smirk at her before thrusting my fingers back inside.

“Don’t tease me…” She whines. “Please…”

“But it’s just so much fun,” I say as I finally give her the need she’s been craving. The satisfaction that visibly takes over her body as I touch her sweet spot.

“Jacob, please..” Her hands claw at my arms, not having the same hold as she did on my hair.

I feel her coming close to her end as her walls clench around my fingers. I tease her some more by dragging my fingers down her walls again. My dick is throbbing, begging to be relieved but I’m determined to bring her to her second orgasm. I do just that.

“Jake.. I’m gonna..”

Retracting my fingers, I fall once again to my knees between her legs and she cries out as her orgasm finally washes over her. Her sweet release drains from within her and onto my tongue as I lap up every last drop she has to offer. Once I lick her completely clean, I stand back to my feet and snap my fingers. I point to the space between us and she rises up to a sitting position before lowering herself to the floor in front of me.

I soon feel her mouth wrap around me and take me full into her mouth. “Oh fuck..” I moan as I massage my fingers in her hair. My tip touches the back of her throat and she swallows me down, taking me further. She begins to bob her head, licking her tongue over every inch that she can touch. I can’t help but to start thrusting myself into her mouth and pushing down her throat again. I feel her gag and clench around me, causing my eyes to roll.

“Baby, I need to..”

Her hands hold tightly to the backs of my thighs as she continues her relentless assault on my dick. Soon she has me releasing inside of her, her throat constricting and loosening with every gulp she makes to swallow all that I can give.

She pulls off of me and stands to her feet. “You never fucked my mouth before,” She smirks. “Bet that felt good.”

“So, so good..” I breathe as I hold her face in my hands and draw her in for a kiss. The feel of her warm folds pressing against my dick makes me slowly start to grow hard again, the need for her is unbearable. “Have I ever told you how much I love you?”

“You do, but I don’t know if it’s for my blood, sex, or if you really do love me.”

I chuckle and kiss her again. “Of course I love you.” I go to kiss her again but she presses her index finger to my lips preventing me from kissing her.

Her eyebrows rise and she cocks her head. “Do you really?”

“Do you not believe me?” I run my hands down her sides and to her hips where I grip them. “Do you not know how much I love you when I’m buried so deep inside of you?” I see the pink hue color on her cheeks. “You’re not just my blood supply, even if your blood does taste so good..” Bringing my hand up to her head, I tilt it to the side and start to leave kisses down her throat. “I have loved you before I tasted any part of you,” Abruptly I move her head back up and look her in the eyes. “Don’t you ever question how I feel the way I do for you. My heart may not beat like yours does, and my blood may run colder than yours, but my emotions are still the same as they once were when I was human–just…heightened.”

I pull her back into me and press my hardened dick against her body.

“This is just the cherry on top.” I whisper against her lips.

In a split second, I have her laid out on the bed on her back and I’m resting in between her legs.

“Though sometimes I question if you love me..” I say. “How could you ever love a monster like me? I drink human blood to survive… I have killed, and yet you still stay with me, you still let me love you–even if I do have the capability of killing you.. I have not forced you to stay, yet you do. Why?”

I feel her fingers trace the length of my upper body. “I love you.. And I trust you.”

“I could kill you..”

“But you haven’t..” She brings a hand up to caress my cheek. “And you won’t..”

“And even though I can’t give you a family, you still choose to stay with me?”

“You have given me a family,” She says as she traces her finger over my lips. “You and your brothers.. I don’t need a baby to have a family.” I feel her hand travel to my hair and she yanks my head to the side. I hiss at the slight pain.

When did she become so strong?

I like it.

Her eyes stare back into mine with the same intensity. “Don’t ever question how I feel the way I do for you..” She repeats the same words I uttered to her just moments ago before releasing my hair.

I move my head back and suck in my bottom lip. Fuck.. If I wasn’t so turned on already, I would be by now.

Reaching my hand in between us, I line myself up with her entrance and slowly push inwards. Her light gasp fills my ear as I watch myself plunge deep inside. Her arms wrap around my body, holding me closely as I make the most tender love that I have to give her. Each thrust is filled with passion and love, a love that I have not been able to give for fifty years. I have not been able to love another like I have loved her, and continue to do so.

She thrusts her hips up to meet mine, pressing our bodies together as if wishing they could meld together like molten gold. A fine and rich gold that is so rare that you can only find it within the walls of this room.

“Why did you stop?” She asks, her chest quickly rising and falling as she tries to calm her body down.

“I just want this to last..” I say as I rake my eyes over her body.

She shakes her head and reaches her hands out towards me. “Do not torture me, Jacob.” She moves to sit up and wraps her arms around my neck before dragging me back to the bed. “Must I always beg? Do you enjoy it when I do?”

“Very..” I say as I nip at her bottom lip. I draw a bit of blood and I suck at it, slowly running my tongue over the wound. “Though you don’t have to beg, because you know that I will give you everything it is that you ask for.”

I ease myself back inside of her and find that rhythm again. “Tell me you love me,” She says in a breathless tone.

“I love you,” I say as I bring my face close to hers, my nose brushing lightly against the skin of her cheek.

“Say it again..”

“I love you.”

“One more time..”

I chuckle and press my lips into the backside of her earlobe. “I love you.. I love you.. I love you..” I hit the sweet spot inside of her, making her head fall back into the pillows as her back arches off the bed. “I will continue telling you that I love you until my last dying breath.”

I feel her cheek rise against my face, that sweet laugh she emits. “Death does not touch you..” Her limbs tighten around me, her feet pushing against my ass and driving me deeper inside of her. “Death is you.”

A loud moan escapes her as she throws her head back again against the pillows. Her fingers claw deep into the skin of my back, no doubt leaving those marks. I ride it out with her until we’re both a sweaty and panting mess.

Pulling out of her, I pushed my body off of her and I lay on the bed beside her, my eyes fixated on the vaulted ceiling.

Death is you.

Her words ring true in my head. Death simply cannot touch one, if one is death itself. Death has touched me once in life, and that was what it took to seal me in this death trap for all of eternity. I am to live as this creature, in a human shell, while she will grow old and die a rightful death. A rightful death that I was not granted.

I would give her anything she would ask of me, except for the death that was bestowed upon me. I love her, I love her with every fiber that still lives within this body; but I cannot take away the very thing that I so wish to have again. I cannot sentence her to an eternal life that will never end. She has asked me once before if I would change her, but I never gave her an answer. Since then, she hasn’t asked again for she knows the answer that lies before her.

She is my love, the love that I have searched for again for fifty years, but I cannot–and will not–subject her to the same agony that I deal with every day. I will love her for as long as I can. This will be the love that I will freely give away and not one that is taken from me. At least then the pain won’t hurt as much as it did the first time.

“Jake..” I hear her say. Turning my head to the side to look at her, I see her propped up on one of her elbows, her hair draped delicately over her chest. “What are you thinking about?”

I hum with a smile and reach my hand over to her face and gently rub my thumb over her cheek. “I’m only thinking about how much I love you.” I turn over onto my side to face her and prop myself on my own arm. “You say that you want nothing more in this life–that what I can’t give you doesn’t matter.”

“It doesn’t,” She says.

“But why?” I ask. “You know that I will not–”

“I know–”

“So why do you still want to stay with me? When you will grow old and die a human death, I will still be stuck like this, and never growing old.”

“I love you, Jake, and I will continue to do so with whatever time that I have left with you–because I know you will willingly give me up so I can live a human life.” She shifts her body and moves to sit on her knees. “But how many times must I tell you that I don’t want that?”

I shake my head and climb out of the bed. “I told you, I will not do that to you.”

“But Jake–”

“No! I will subject you to this horrid life!” I go over to the velvet chair and grab my clothes. “I have told you once and this time will be the last.” I drag on my pants and begin to button them. “I will not be selfish and create a monster like me–”

“You are not a monster..” I am in front of her in a blink of an eye, my hand tightly wound around her neck. My eyes are piercing into hers, my jaw clenched. “You have no idea what I am capable of.. Do not assume that I am not a monster, because I am.. That is what I am. A monster.” I feel her pulse quicken, the fear overtaking her body. I release her from my grasp, her body dropping to the bed as she gasps for air. “If I didn’t love you the way that I do, so hopelessly in love with you, I would have killed you a long time ago.” Turning back around I grab my shirt and throw it on before sliding on my jacket and leaving the room, the door closing harsher than it ever has before.

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Umbra Perpetua Masterlist

Vampire!Jake Kiszka x f!reader

Synopsis: plagued by the pain of your Dad’s passing, you uproot your life to a new town. Peace, however, is extremely far from what you find there as your world is turned on its axis.

Warnings: profanity, explicit sexual content, aggression, violence, blood, drinking, mentions of loss and grief, potentially distressing and triggering topics

18+, MINORS DNI

Taglist: @peaceloveunitygvf, @theweightofjake, @dannys-dream, @musicislove3389

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[rockzone]

Lions In The Street - Moving Along

Release Date: 8 Nov 2024

Photo Credit Gregory Crowe (L-R Sean Casey, Enzo Figliuzzi, Chris Kinnon, Jeff Kinnon)

Lions In The Street released their new album Moving Along last Friday. This Canadian/California-based band has played with everybody from garage legends like the Dirtbombs to arena stars Kings of Leon.

But putting integrity first had a cost, obscurity. Lions in the Street began their career by signing and then walking away from their record label and manager, earning them a spot on the music industry’s blacklist. This resulted in years in the wilderness. For almost a decade, the band members worked as a garbageman, survived cancer, a serious workplace injury, an almost deadly car accident, and going back to school. Yet the band somehow kept going, releasing music piecemeal.

Comprising the Brothers Kinnon (Chris on vocals and guitar; Jeff on drums), riff-master Sean Casey (guitar), and classically educated bass player Enzo Figliuzzi, the band's new album Moving Along captures their trademark swing and swagger. The title track, is a menacing, harmonica-driven vamp.

Never to rest on their laurels, Lions in the Street are also putting the finishing touches on a live album and a record they made with multi-Grammy-Award winning producer Dave Cobb (Chris Stapleton, Greta Van Fleet, Brandi Carlile, Rival Sons).

Line-Up Sean Casey – Guitar Enzo Figliuzzi – Bass Chris Kinnon – Lead vocals, guitar Jeff Kinnon – Drums

[allieisacrybaby]

Vampire, vampire, hotter than a Hellfire

[readergf]

𝒎𝒚 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔

𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬: joseph quinn, maya hawke, jason sudeikis, alexa chung, zendaya, tom holland, harry styles, sam kiszka, josh kiszka, jake kiszka, daniel wagner, andy samberg, thomas gibson, matthew gray gubler, alex turner

𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬: maya hawke, elton john, taylor swift, ozzy osbourne, selena gomez, george michael, alanis morrisette, fiona apple, harry styles, david bowie, phoebe bridgers

𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬: queen, greta van fleet, joy division, cage the elephant, fleetwood mac, the strokes, kiss, metallica, guns ‘n’ roses, system of a down, rage against the machine, black sabbath, wham!, stray cats, oasis, rooney, men i trust, the cure, depeche mode, coldplay, boygenius, the vamp, arctic monkeys, wolf alice

𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐬: stranger things, brooklyn nine nine, doctor who, criminal minds, schitt’s creek, the good place

𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐬: bob’s burgers, new girl, the office, parks & rec, bluey, gravity falls, spongebob, south park, family guy

𝐦𝐜𝐮: actors & characters

𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐨𝐱𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝟒: loving vincent, barbie as the princess and the pauper, ferris bueller’s day off, it (1990)

𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐦𝐬 & 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐦 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬: empire records, jackass, the princess diaries, twilight, pride & prejudice, disney movies, pixar movies, shrek, how to train your dragon, set it up, high school musical, enchanted, the dark knight, die hard, a knight’s tale, ella enchanted, the matrix, palm springs

[tripthelightfandomtastic]

vampire jake moodboard?? 👀🖤

Vampire!Jake is my favorite Jake (this is a shameless plug to go read/re-read my Edge of Darkness Vamp!Jake fic) he's so sexy, ugh I love him so much. Such a delicious stare he has on you, his hands that feel like they light you on fire, his lingering kisses on your neck that only sends an intoxicating chill down your spine. ALSO, I cannot stop thinking about the beautiful yet haunting sound of an electric guitar drifting through a Gothic castle, the sound of the Broken Bells rift playing through the echoing halls. Fuck I love Vamp!Jake. ❤

Send me your mood board requests!