#vampire of Sacramento

[smiggles-88]

Richard Trenton Chase

This is a newer topic/person, but I've been reading into Richard Chase lately and if you guys know anything regarding him, or have anything "rare" or unknown by most I'd love to be educated on him

[moppets]

you guys can rip the show flaws to shreds all you want. i only have one flaw tho and it’s that they made daniel a california native when he’s clearly from the east coast. modesto my ass

[crvstybowlofcereal]

Finally found a truecrime case that made me sick and I had to pause it a couple times to collect myself.

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

GHOUL'S NIGHT OUT AT THE LEGENDARY GILMAN -- MOSRITE GUITAR IN HAND.

PIC INFO: Spotlight on Rochelle "Roach" Sparman, guitarist, backing vocals, & original member of American punk rock band GROOVIE GHOULIES, performing live at 924 Gilman St., Berkeley, CA, c. 1999. 📸: Jerry Guzman.

Source: https://www.picuki.com/media/3429833453810834569

[malicesaintoverseer]

richard chase 🦇 🥀 🕯 🪦 🩸

[bokuwahyde-fanpage]

Bokuwahyde 's band No Silence is playing Wednesday November 16 with Adelitas Way at Goldfield in Sacramento!

Which also is No Silence's bassist Abel's birthday!

Come celebrate Abel and the band. It's sure to be a kickass time. 💜

[disrespectre]

[ 𝟭𝟴+ 𝗔𝗱𝘃 𝗟𝗶𝘁 𝗢𝗰𝗰𝘂𝗹𝘁 RP Discord 𝗦𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗿 ]

It's 1995 in Sacramento, California.

All seems fairly normal. Spring is coming to an end, streets and stores are bustling with people, some tourists have come to visit the scenic beaches on the outskirts of the forests, werewolves and vampires are wandering amongst people.

Okay So, maybe not all is normal.

But to the residents of town, and most tourists, they haven't the slightest idea that the undead are walking among them. The creatures prefer it this way, as they'd rather not be headhunted, and it makes feeding a lot easier for vampires. most werewolves anyway can live fairly normal lives, until the full moon begins to peek. And all they have to do, is hide away from civilization until the moon hides away once more..

Of course, some humans are suspicious.. as stories have leaked from time to time of sightings in the forest, vampires in the night, and some have ventured into the woods or delved deep into the night to catch a glimpse of anything supernatural. Most of these tales are hushed, deemed as fairytales and superstition.. but in reality, they're all true.

It wouldn't be too much of a problem, besides the newfound group of "hunters" that are dead set on discovering these creatures and weeding them out, but werewolves and vampires are totally careful and not at all in danger of being found.. right?

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[sketchyonlooker]

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[ The main screen of the stream shows an ominous ghostly green skull hovering above Sacramento City. A berth of destruction could be seen around the California Supreme Court, the only intact building in the area. The roars of monsters and cries of people echo through the thoroughly demolished city. A long wurm-like creature wrapped around the ruins of a skyscraper opens its maw towards the building. Light collects and coalesces into an orb within its mouth - its sweltering heat melts the concrete it's next to. It then swings its head back as if to fire - Only for a lance of neon green to nail the wurm's mouth shut, sending both it and the ruined skyscraper into the ground. The world shakes violently as the orb detonates within the creature's mouth - its light overwhelming the camera. Falling dirt rains from the sky with only a large broad crater to mark the creature's death. Hovering where the creature once stood was a man wearing a green hoodie with a skull similar to the one in the sky. His body glowed with an iridescent green. And in his hand was an ornate spear crackling with neon-colored lightning, the same spear that struck the wurm's mouth shut. With glowing eyes, he gives the remains a final look before zipping out of view in a surge of green. The camera moves to follow.

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Boomer-oh (v): Okay. I can't watch anymore. Watching how many times I should've died might actually give me a heart attack before this whole thing is over. Thank you, mysterious green man / duel monster / whatever.

BanditKLives (v): God. You're in the Sacramento shelter too? Ugh. I know exactly how you feel.

KuriBoom (v): I'm telling you I saw the angel of Los Angeles in person. She has these like light wings and woooosh, smashing up all those dragons with her hammer like it's nothing.

LordofTheNight (v): Wait. You think that's impressive? We got a giant vampire defending the city in San Francisco. At least I'm pretty sure it's a vampire. Can't really tell because he moves so fast, but holy shit he's tall like small-building tall.

LordofTheNight (v): Anyway, fucking vampires fighting dragons. Still feels like I'm still dreaming.

[ A in-line video is posted in chat from LordofTheNight. A military installation with tanks could be seen in the background. An incredibly tall figure - almost a story tall - slams a tanbo underneath an even taller two-headed dinosaur's chin. The force of the blow lifts the creature up into the air. Despite the dinosaur's speedy snaps and slashes, the dinosaur fails to hit its elusive target every single time. And then a flurry of blows from the tanbo strikes the creature so quickly it seemed like they were all performed at the same time. A moment later, the creature collapses with broken body and shattered limbs. The moment it hits the ground, it shatters into shards of light. An enormous fireball strikes down where the humanoid figure just was immediately after, his figure still blurry from the speed which he moved. Briefly, the camera loses track of the speedy figure, only to hear the sound of another draconic roar. The roar is cut short with the sound of something cracking. And immediately in front of the camera, a long Eastern dragon falls onto the earth with a earth-rendering thud. It too shatters into light. On top of a broken skyscraper and under the backdrop of stormy skies, the tall gray vampire is seen in all of his glory, only to turn into a blur once more.

SunnyDay (v): You think that's crazy? I've got a literal skeleton army fighting dragons and lizards outside. And a freaky green-wearing necromancer controlling them all.

LordofTheNight (v): Don't necromancers wear black or something? Like they're all emo or shit?

SunnyDay (v): Well, clearly someone didn't get the memo. Besides I think if you own a skeleton army that can beat up a bunch of dragons, I think you can wear anything you fucking want.

[ An in-line video is posted by SunnyDay. It's clear that the video was taken from the BC Stream chat. A coastline and an air strip are seen. After a quick zoom-in, several skeletons wearing various sets of clothes are charging the dragons along the skyline. Colorful beams of light blast through the dragons attempting to make landfall, putting large holes into the creatures and shattering them into motes of light. The dragons retaliate similarly with fiery blazes and icy projectiles. Meanwhile, the apparent green-clad necromancer engages up close and dispatches several of the hostile monsters in a flurry of colorful red chef's knives. Another human-sized skeleton, tall and lanky and wearing an orange sweater, slams its foot straight into a scaly blue dragon diving face-first at it. The large dragon immediately contorts and flattens like a train slamming into an immovable wall with the sound of crunching bone accompanying it. The broken dragon begins to fall out of the sky before it shatters into motes of light. ]

ExodiaTheForgottenOne (v): Are we absolutely sure that it's not KaibaCorp's SolidVision gone haywire? Cause that whole shattering light thing is like SolidVision's thing.

BlueEyesBlondeDragon (v): For the last time, SolidVision is incapable of being physical like this. You should know better since you've been on the Sketchy stream for so long. And also if we're sharing end-of-the-world stories...

BlueEyesBlondeDragon (v): I was in an airplane that was headed back to Japan, but after all the monsters appeared, we tried to U-turn and fly back to California. Except we had a whole bunch of angry monsters after us. I'm pretty sure we got saved by the angel of Los Angeles.

BlueEyesBlondeDragon (v): One second.

[ An in-line video is posted in chat by BlueEyesBlondeDragon. The video is clearly taken from a phone camera. Quiet panicked murmurs and prayers could be heard. The camera is looking out the airplane window and at the plane's right wing. A large blue winged dragon, one that could be recognized as the Winged Dragon of Duel Monsters fame, is diving straight for the aircraft. Screaming could be heard within the airplane cabin as the plane attempts to futilely veer away from the quickly approaching monster. And then a yellow flash crashed straight into the creature, slamming it straight towards the sea. The figure hovers briefly with its bright wings of light, hammer in a two-handed grip. Surrounded by light and with stalwart frame, the redheaded angel of Los Angeles strikes a prominent figure against the stormy skies. Another approaching dragon dives for her but is suddenly struck down in a brilliant flash. Only when the thunder was heard did people realize that it was lightning that smote the dragon down. By the time the camera recovers from the glare, the angel of Los Angeles is gone. "We're saved!" "Praise the lord!" ]

[eclipsecrowned]

holds up a mic to u how does daniel feel about being a vampire? and the new life? // @luxsclaris

Listen, he hates the cliches. Platitudes piss him off like nothing else -- He deleted them from his vocabulary after nearly flunking out of Freshman English trying to be Mr. Funny Guy. Most of his success is built on thinking outside the box, both professionally and personally.

But God, don't he feel like a brand new man?

He never had a chance as a mortal, not after San Francisco, not after Louis peeled back the curtain and gave him the tour. He'll never admit it, but he was ruined from then on. If his Maker hadn't found him, he'd have just been a madman wandering the French Quarter til something gave and brought him even lower. If another Vampire had taken him... Well. It would never have been the same as with Armand, he knows that was sacred, but it still wouldn't have saved him.

He's got power now -- real power. He's still in his prime, and will be forever, able to enjoy the rush of living through things always getting better forever. At least, he's young enough now to believe that. He's got the money, the publishing deal, the gorgeous husband waiting on him back at the McMansion. He can make a difference in this world with a few phone calls, or with careful application of his fangs, or he can just fuck off to any corner of the globe for a week and the world keep spinning.

Not bad, for a working class kid from Sacramento.

There's just this one drawback. Two, really. The one he finds most pressing is, well... You see, he's got bad brains. Like his Mom, just a little different, made his mom all spacey and lovely and devoted to her people. He's all sound and fury and focus, especially on whoever is his favorite. All or nothing. And despite his fervent hopes, Immortality has not settled that inheritance for him. It's just worse, because his body will not absorb his mood stabilizers. Doesn't work like that.

He's had to use therapy to learn the coping mechanisms that will hopefully help him manage the bad days across eternity. If not, he kind of considers himself fucked. So far he's been pretty successful, to the point of encouraging others in the Coven who are clearly going through it to please talk to someone.

The second is that time marches on. He's been a regular Miami feature since the 80s, and in the modern 2020s, it's becoming apparent he must be keeping a single plastic surgeon in business. His Wikipedia page directly sources his 1950s birthdate. The clock is running down for Daniel Molloy, the man about town. Sooner than he likes, he'll have to put his plan into effect. A quiet death in his bed reported to the press, in another decade or so, after a slow retirement from public life. Transferring all assets between his heirs, his loyal staff during this life, and funneling everything he can keep that doesn't tie directly back to Daniel towards his new legal identity.

He's not sure what that's going to do to him. All of them have to do it eventually, his circumstances are just different because of modern standards. But some part of him is dreading cutting his last ties with his mortal life and letting go of everything he spent his last few living years building, clinging to. How long can he continue to have his assistant churn out 'unpublished manuscripts' before he has to go on hiatus and resurface as, ah, hell if he knows, an unknown kid from Michigan who cut his teeth on Molloy novels, the kind of thing that shows in his style?

Hell with it, he thinks. One's manageable, the other is sentimental. He'll be okay. He'll be better than okay, in fact, like he has been since the night of that stupid concert.

[nanoland]

updated list of My Stuff:

Every Wickedness - a demon goes to war with heaven and hell, is extremely gay in the process

Lovequake - a cosmic horror falls in love with a welsh guy

Crunch - there’s an earthquake in Sacramento and a journalist tries not to get squashed, with middling success

Dough - what if the only way to escape bankruptcy was to make porn with your worst enemy?

Our New King - a gardener becomes king, does not care for it

Bacchanal - a collection of M/M short stories + novellas

Jamboree - a second, longer collection of M/M short stories + novellas

Hot Air - silly silver age-type supervillain falls in love with gritty 90s superhero

Good as Gold - superhero falls in love with ALL his villains oops

The Tools That Ran Away - robots come to earth and give everyone a very bad day

Eternity’s Sunrise - god goes missing and the angels do not handle it very well

Hopeless Henry - a depressed guy’s village gets destroyed by a mudslide

Oba and the Boat - a mermaid’s unpaid internship goes horribly wrong

To Add Drunkenness To Thirst - a vampire falls madly in love with the guy trying to stake him

[damaramegido]

happy birth! what's ur most fucked up trivia to celebrate?

Thank u!!

FACT: Spree killer Richard Chase had delusions that mirrored classic vampire lore, which along with his brutal murders earned him the nickname of the Vampire of Sacramento. One of these delusions was that a door being unlocked meant he was invited to come inside, and both of his murder sprees occurred inside homes that had been left unlocked.

[thewolfruns]

MUSE: jamila ‘mila’ johnston OPEN TO: all genders CONNECTION: your muse knows about the legend either from doing their own research or living through it. regardless, they’re willing to talk to her about it. SETTING: based on the film candyman. jamila has been working on her masters thesis, the subject of which is an urban legend from cabrini green about the candyman. your muse is the first person willing to talk to her.

mila was really pounding pavement and it showed on her heels and the outside of her little toes. next time she’d remember to either wear some nikes or bring some moleskin. what had initially seemed like a sensible pair of shoes had disappointed her. worse, her socks kept slipping down and gathering under the arch of her foot. if the blisters had been worth it, maybe she wouldn’t feel so defeated. after all that work, not a single resident of cabrini green would so much as deign to speak with her. it wasn’t her appearance–no, she’d dressed in casual wear so as to not upset the residents–but still she was not one of them. and, as she sat with one leather bootie placed next to her on the back steps, pulling off her sock to assess the damage, she wondered if her thesis topic was an abject bust.

no interviews meant no ethnography. the residents of cabrini green had no buy in. there was no reason for them to trust her with their fears or legends. candyman was as sore of a subject as any other nebulous force that murders and disappearances were attributed to. like the many killers that graced newspapers unsolved–the zodiac, the biloxi butcher, the vampire of sacramento–he was a boogeyman until caught. he existed in an otherworldly place, reserved for supernatural slashers like michael myers or jason voorhies. only candyman was right here in the world, made of flesh rather than celluloid, and terrorizing the housing project and neighboring areas. 

hearing footsteps approach, mila made to pull her sock over her foot and grabbed her shoe–trying not to seem like she was loitering to catch someone on their way in the building. raising to stand on one leg, she pulled her shoe on hurriedly, feeling the places where her sock was still wrinkled. “hey–i’m sorry. i promise i’m not just hanging out here to keep bugging people; i was just on my way out.” readjusting her bag, she offered the stranger an apologetic look. something told her to linger for the moment there and she did. maybe the stubborn hope of finally getting a lead.

[albert-harebrayne]

15 Questions, 15 ??? Mutuals

tagged by @pearlnareff thank u!!!

1. Are you named after anyone?

my great-grandma (dad's mom's mom)!

2. When was the last time you cried?

i think a couple weeks ago over something stupid, i always have heightened hormones before my periods :')

3. Do you have kids?

unless you count my 4 stuffed animals i sleep with every night, no! i'm 22 and single and probably don't want kids :')

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

not that much actually! usually only when i'm annoyed at someone

5. What sports do you play/have played?

when i was younger i took tennis lessons with my brother, then i stopped bc i had no interest but he continued. then i did rock climbing for a couple years, then stopped due to covid + not really having any climbing friends. however i recently went climbing with a couple friends of mine and remembered how much i used to like it, so i'm thinking of picking it up again!

6. What's the first thing you notice about people?

honestly not sure! i'm gonna say outfits, you can usually tell a lot about ppl from the way they dress

7. What's your eye color?

hazel! i always used to say they were green bc i didn't know what hazel eyes looked like LMaO but they're definitely hazel

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

happy endings all the way for a vampire fan i am not good with horror at all

9. Any special talents?

i think the best one (which i'm discovering very recently and might turn into a hobby idk) is being good at picking up languages!

10. Where were you born?

california, near sacramento! moved to florida at age 4 though so i consider myself floridian not californian

11. What are your hobbies?

cross-stitch, knitting (crafts in general tbh), crosswords, and video games are the main ones!

12. Do you have pets?

two cats, pushkin and glasha!

13. How tall are you?

5'10" 😎

14. Favorite subject in school?

math and english!

15. Dream job?

i'm going to be a software engineer starting in july and i'm pretty satisfied with that career path; i feel like it's a pretty good use of my skillset and i genuinely like coding! in terms of a fictional dream job though it HAS to be prosecutor in the ace attorney universe. i mean you have the most fire outfits, you get to bully and/or flirt with the defense, your theme song is the best song on the soundtrack, and you get to be both hot AND gay. it's the dream!!

ok so i have 7 followers (all of whom are mutuals ily all! 💓), one of them tagged me in this and tagged two of the others in it, so honestly this is open to anyone who wants to do it! gonna do the tumblr version of @/everyone and say that if you want to do it go ahead and just say i tagged you :3

[nuagederose]

kinktober 2022 // day fourteen: the moth prompt: love bites (courtesy of @the-purity-pen) pairing: rob/abby + mark/abby (eerie inhabitants) also on ao3 💋

The sun was often our friend, especially with the vampires out in the open before us. They could walk amongst us without a second thought, and they could in fact not have a shred of worry in the meantime about anyone seeing them, lest the next poor bastard cross them at any given point over the day and thus, they would not be afraid to shed a drop of their victims’ blood out in public: the scar in Eric’s chest only confirmed this the more that I thought about it. The sun was often our friend, even in the sprawled, metallic heart of San Francisco, where we would experience a nice day, followed by another nice day after that and with very little change in the weather. A string of nice days capped with that thick fog from the Bay waters as well as the ocean and it made perfect sense that the vampires often set up camp in the hills and in the most intimate corners of the Bay Area.

It was because of this, I understood as to why the days seemed so monotonous for Alex in particular. Despite his undead state, he still yearned to bear witness to the passing of time around him. To see the city developed as he stayed at a standstill in his own twenty-year-old body for all of eternity. To see us all come and go with the passing of time, like the monolithic cold Sierra Nevada mountains on the other side of the Sacramento Valley, the valley beyond the Bay Area.

However, there was one part of the whole shebang that I never fully took notice of before, and that involved a three-way between my sister and the two boys whom she had befriended along the way. Stuck in my own headspace with the desires I felt towards Alex and the witnessing of the vast bloodshed all around me, I hardly paid any attention to my own sister and her own affairs, and it would make sense that I felt I failed as an older sister.

I was supposed to talk to her about boys, to be closer to her that way as she figured out her sexuality in tandem with the grappling of my own. I had seen the unwritten rules before me as I lived them out for myself, and yet I managed to escape them in my own way. Perhaps that was why she and I grew apart at one point, and she had run off to her guy friends instead.

I often found myself alone in the Iverson estate and she went out and about with Mark and Rob. Then again, she was the tomboy of the two of us. The brave one and the one unafraid to have dirt on her hands for any reason whatsoever, be it out on the baseball diamond or with those two boys up on the ridge not too far from the house. There was a part of me that wanted to join her, too: to join her and the two of them on their little adventures.

I was the one who hung out with the vampires and acquainted myself with them first, after all. I had the literal blood on my hands: it should make sense that I could hang out with the three of them.

It was because of them I often felt the sun remained our friend even with the passage of time, even with the vampires and their hospitality towards us in the long run. The sun remained as our friend, as our live human friends made themselves known to us, the mortal souls that they were in comparison to the vampires.

On this particular evening alone in the Iverson estate, and I genuinely had the house to myself, I made my way to her room down the hall just out of the sheer level of curiosity. I swore that I would never walk in on my sister’s part of the house, especially since I had no reason to do so whatsoever. But I had no idea as to what overcame me that evening, however: perhaps it was the realization that I was alone in the house and I had nothing else to do right at the moment, either.

I crept down the hallway to the door at the far end there, which she had left slightly ajar, as if she awaited me while she was out and about with her guy friends.

I set a hand on the door panel, but I hesitated to push it open all the way. Something held me back: a voice in the back of my mind told me not to go through with it. I was about to intrude on my sister’s privacy while she was out of the house. I wanted to hold back but something else inside of me persisted and insisted that I venture through with the whole entire thing. I had to reconnect to my sister through her most private space, her bedroom.

I sighed through my nose and I relaxed every inch of my body, and I closed my eyes all the while. I pushed on the door panel before me; the door grazed over the surface of the carpet down below my feet. I opened my eyes and I was met with her tiny room, separate from the one that we had originally shared back down the hall with the bunk beds: her little twin bed pressed up against the wall off to my right with the spindly black iron headboard as well as the soft eggshell-colored sheets over the top surface. I always wondered as to how she could sleep on the particular cold nights without a comforter over her body, but then again, she did play baseball and she remained active even in the post-season. To my left stood the grated door of her closet as well as her dresser and her little desk tucked in the corner: before me stood the big window that overlooked the street outside of there.

I walked into the middle of the carpet, and I stood right before the post of the footboard on her bed. I imagined her laying there on her side with either Mark or Rob.

My sister was growing up, much like how I grew up as well.

I sighed through my nose as I thought about her there in that room, by herself and away from our bunk bed back down the hallway, and I never realized just how much I loved having her in the same bedroom as me, either.

The front door closed downstairs, which was then followed by a bout of laughter and then a couple of low voices conversing to one another.

I knew Abby’s laughter even from a distance.

“I’ll race you guys upstairs,” I heard her say.

If I ran out of there and closed the door behind me, I had a lurking suspicion that they would catch me coming out of the bedroom and they would ask me what I was doing in there. I turned to the closet door and I lunged for the knob: the little floor space was narrow but extended back into the wall, and thus I could hide in there with no problem, right behind the big clear box that contained some of her old belts and uniforms. I pulled the door closed part of the way before I took my spot there behind the clear box.

Careful not to let my own racing heartbeat and my own strong breathing overcome me, I closed my eyes and I sighed through my nose.

Outside the door, I caught the sound of Abby’s laughter.

“Oh, no, don’t tell me you got beat by a girl, Rob!” Mark jeered out in the hallway.

“I did! Man, good run, though, Abs—”

Abby burst into a fit of hysterical laughter right then. I kept the tips of my feet pulled in lest she open the door and see me: the door swung open a bit and then she tossed something into the carpet before me. I held my breath as she shut the door once again, albeit with a little crack between the side of the door and the frame.

“A part of me wants to take a shower in the house here,” Mark was saying once she had shut the door.

“Take a shower or shake a tower?” Abby joked.

“Both. Take a shower and then shake a tower—like the Sutro Tower.”

“Go down to the Sutro Tower for a little good time, if I’m hella honest,” Rob declared; I leaned off of the wall and onto my knees. Careful not to make any noise, I stood up to my feet and I crept closer to the door so I could better see them out there. I took a little peek out to the room with as much as the crack in between the door and the frame could allow for me right then. Mark had taken his seat at the desk, albeit by the side so his arm rested upon the top of the chair. I stooped down for a glimpse through the grating in the door panel before my face, to find Abby and Rob seated right next to one another on the bed.

“Abigail, as King Diamond calls me,” she laughed.

“How appropriate!” Rob chuckled at that.

I stood there in the closet with my hands on the walls on either side of me, all while as the three of them congregated in the bedroom a mere few feet away from me. As far as I knew, no one else was home that evening.

“You know what the three of us should do?” Mark suggested right then.

“What’s that?” Abby asked him.

“We ought to play a little game of sorts.”

“What kind of game?” Rob chimed in.

“I dunno, like truth or dare or some shit.”

“Okay,” Abby started. “Truth or dare, Mark?”

“Dare. I dare you and little Mr. Roberto here to give each other vampire bites.”

“Vampire bites!” Rob laughed.

“Yeah. You know what vampire bites are, right, Rob?”

“It’s kind of giving a hickey, isn’t it?” Abby asked him.

“Giving a hickey except there are some more bites involved in the whole thing,” Mark clarified. “Word on the street has it that that’s where it’s at now.”

“Is it ‘cause Lily and I hang out with vampires?” Abby cracked.

“Nah, they’re legit called ‘vampire bites’ simply because of the biting part of it all.”

“You dare me to bite Rob?” she asked him with a nervous chuckle.

“Or me to bite you?” Rob himself followed up to that.

“The first one,” Mark clarified. “And then I dare Abby to do the same thing to me.”

Abby and Rob glanced at one another: all I could see was the side of her face on the other side of his head.

“Here, let me switch sides,” I heard her tell him. “I think I'll have a better hold on you if I come in on the left. It’s how it is in baseball.”

“You’re not going to take me to third base, are you?” he asked her.

“Nah, I just wanna go to first base first,” she insisted, and then she rounded his knees all so she could be on the other side of him. Rob turned his head to her for a moment.

I nibbled on my bottom lip as I watched Abby through the grated part of the closet door.

She rested a hand on his chest and nudged him back onto the bed: the crown of his head brushed against the spindly iron that comprised of the frame that surrounded the bed. The look of affection on her fact couldn’t be more obvious to me.

Her teeth upon the side of his neck. His smooth, closed eyes. His slightly parted lips. She nibbled on the side of his neck as if he was a piece of fruit.

And then it hit me. She impersonated the drawing of blood from a vampire. The place in which she gave him the bite in particular reminded me of all of the times I believed the vampires would draw out blood from their victims like that of serpents, and yet they never did once. Instead, they sliced open their victims and drained out all of the blood through the defunct organs: sometimes they would devour a bit of flesh, but they vouched for all of the blood, even if it meant having some of the gore and the entrails splatter up on them. Even if it meant making a horrific mess before them.

That was how Alex did it, anyway, hence why he often gorged on the blood until his belly swelled up in the utmost cutest way, like that of a little Buddha, and his body grew soft and tender with the lush, full feeling within him.

And yet, with a sight such as this before me, I realized as to why I found myself so drawn to the vampires, in particular to Alex. The soft look on Rob’s face reminded me of the soft sensual shape to Alex’s body whenever he was in the mood with me. The way in which Abby nibbled on his neck reminded me of all of the times in which Alex and I would caress and kiss one another if and whenever we found a moment alone together.

Pieces of humanity stayed with the vampires, even in the face of death and surrounded by an utter onslaught of bloodlust from within, and thus, it made sense that I grew so close to them with time, and I often lost sight that Alex was still this cold-blooded killer and I still saw him as a regular human boy, especially when I thought about how much he loved to eat until he was full. They were the most delicate balance of life and death, of youth and old age, and the look on Rob’s face in junction with Abby’s lips on his neck only confirmed that fact to me.

I shifted my weight ever so slightly as she nibbled down harder on the side of his neck. He turned his head away from the closet door so I could see the side of his face and neck. He had such a soft profile, one that reminded me of a doll’s face.

A little Filipino doll in all of his softness and tenderness with the streams of espresso-colored hair all down over the sides of his head, as the girl on his neck nibbled upon his skin. I could see it on his face: he loved the feeling. The feeling of her teeth grinding up on his skin.

There was a time in which I wondered about Alex doing that onto me, given he could retract his fangs and show me his regular crooked teeth whenever he smiled at me with the golden California sunshine on his head and shoulders. Indeed, when I closed my eyes for a moment, I pictured him there upon me as if we both meant it.

He had that nice, slender neck as well, perfect for a few nibbles on my part. But then, there was the matter with me, the more I thought about it.

I knew that he was going to have to be careful with it, with the touch of his teeth onto my skin lest he break it for his own benefit.

The mere thought of it sent a chill up my spine. I shook my head and I opened my eyes for another peek through the grating of the door. Rob pinched his eyes shut and gritted his teeth from that sharp little bit of pain on that smooth skin. Abby kept her head down and she kept up at it nevertheless.

I peered to the other side of the room, to where Mark sat there at the desk with his lips pursed and his shoulders hunched up a bit. I had no idea if he was aroused or if he feared his own fate as he watched his friend writhe in pain. Rob curled his upper lip at the corner and he let out a little gasp. Abby clasped onto his shoulder to keep him still.

A part of me wanted to say, “that’s my girl” right then, but I had no idea if either of them were going to hear me in the closet there. But instead, I thought the words instead.

That's my girl. That's how it’s done.

Maybe I never did fail as an older sibling after all, with my sister making her own way through the world and in the best way she knew. Maybe I was the odd one out given I often resorted back to the vampires rather than venture off with human boys.

Rob parted his lips but no sound came out: I looked over at Mark again, who licked his lips and then ran his fingers down from his lips to his chin. Abby bit down harder that time because Rob let out a loud sharp yelp.

“Ow!”

“Too much?” Mark sputtered, and I could hear the laughter in his voice right then.

“Nope,” Rob insisted. “Nope, not at all—ow!”

“Hold still,” Abby commanded with a straight face.

I wanted to laugh right then. But once again, I was the one hiding out in the closet. Rob gasped and groaned from the sharp little pain of my sister’s teeth on his skin, and then she started doing something else to follow it up. All I could think about was a little lick of her tongue on the bite mark, perhaps to soothe the pain. He breathed hard and heavy from the rush and from the pain in that particularly delicate part of his skin, right on his collar bones and not too far from his Adam’s apple or his jugular vein.

Another nibble and then he stopped for a second. Mark held still as well. Rob let out a low whistle as she did something else.

“Is she licking you?” Mark asked him with a break in his voice.

“Hell yeah, she is,” Rob replied as he cleared his throat. “It kinda tickles, actually—” He gritted his teeth as Abby nibbled on him again. He relaxed as she changed back to licking. It was a bit funny to watch him bar his teeth in pain and then relax as Abby switched from biting to little licks.

“There’s something actually kinda nice about this,” Rob confessed right then. Abby then held still over his neck and tugged back. She was sucking on the bite mark.

He relaxed as she persisted with the little love bite, the little vampire bite, all for him. I glanced back over at Mark again, and he seemed to relax as well: his shoulders relaxed and he set his left arm down in his lap.

Her lips smacked as she finished the job with a kiss right on the base of Rob’s neck.

Mark let out a low whistle as he knew that he awaited the same thing in his own round with my sister. I felt so proud of her, that I wanted to burst out of the closet and throw my arms around her to congratulate her, but alas, I had to wait the same treatment done onto Mark next.

Rob let out a low whistle and ran his fingers through his smooth espresso-colored hair, and nudged it away from the side of his neck. He was out of breath, as if he had just run for a great deal of time before then. Abby sat there on the edge of the bed as he hoisted himself up onto his elbows and then into an upright position.

“Mark’s turn now,” Rob choked out. Mark held still there on the chair with his brown eyes fixated on the two of them on the twin bed there.

“You want to just sit there or do you want to trade places with li’l ol’ Roberto here?” Abby offered him. Mark swallowed and he shifted his weight in the chair there: though he sat in the actual seat part from the seat, he had been fully comfortable up to the point in which they said anything to him.

Rob climbed to his feet and smoothed down the front of his shirt before he did anything further. Meanwhile, my back and my arms both began to ache from standing still for such a long time, but I dared not make any sudden movements, however, lest I make any noise and bring attention to myself all the while.

Mark let out a low whistle and I could tell that he was so nervous. But he strolled on over to the other side of the room and he took Rob’s place there on the twin bed next to Abby.

She prepared to do the same thing to him, to her best friend. There was something inherently romantic about that, about being best friends with someone for so long that a little romance bloomed right out of it. It was something that I wished for myself before, a long time ago, and in a strange, almost vague, roundabout way, it manifested with me and Alex: a boy frozen for all of time to the very end of time, and I was more than willing to be with him for that eternity, even as I left my own body when the time came for me. But this, this sight before me with these two kids on the bed before me, that was the real thing played out and played straight.

Just like what Rob did, Mark reclined back on the bed with the crown of his head against that black grating. He swallowed as Abby leaned into the side of his neck.

He held still as she got down to it without a moment’s hesitation.

I glanced over at Rob, who had leaned the seat of his pants against the edge of the desk and watched them as if he observed something for one of their classes. Unlike Mark, who looked so nervous sitting there at the desk, Rob seemed a lot more intrigued than anything. I squinted my eyes for a better look on at the little red mark she had given him there on his collar bones, down on the inside of his button-up shirt collar like a little ruby plastered onto his sun-kissed dark skin. He tilted his head back and ran his fingers over the edge of the spot: it was going to ache and pinch for a while; I knew that much.

I returned my attention to Mark and Abby, especially right as he pursed his lips and pinched his eyes shut from the pain in his skin.

I wanted to laugh just from the look his face, but then he opened his mouth and let out a low moan. My eyes meandered down to his hips, right there before Abby’s body, and I could see him through his jeans.

“Oh, god—”

Once again like with Rob, she clasped a hand onto his shoulder and she held him down onto the bed so as to steady him. He shuffled his feet a bit upon the carpet and that was when I cracked a little smirk to myself.

Too much fun to not watch and too scandalous to share it with anyone else, especially to Dad, Uncle Phil, and Nana when she and I saw them again.

Mark curled his upper lip a bit at the feeling and then, once again, she traded up the little love bites with some licks as well as some gentle suckling. She finished that job with a whole series of kisses, like a bunch of little stickers over that hickey as well.

Rob let out a low whistle and then Mark sat upright.

“Had enough?” Abby asked them.

“Hell yeah,” Mark replied, out of breath. “You got anything to drink?”

“As a matter of fact, we do!”

She stood to her feet and that was my cue to return to my hiding place. I bowed back to that clear box there on the floor and I braced myself.

And yet, once I had tucked my feet in closer to my body, the room fell silent. They padded out to the hallway together and returned downstairs.

And I realized that was my cue to come out of hiding.

I lunged for the door and I sidled out of there and into the middle of the carpet. Their broken voices floated up the stairwell and I knew it was safe to be up there on the second floor for the time being. Mark laughed at something and their voices faded more: they had stepped out to the backyard. I darted down the hallway to the stairs.

I opened the front door and then closed it to make it sound like I had just come home.

I stood there in the foyer for a second before Abby surfaced from the living room before me with a cup of yogurt in hand.

“Hey, Lily!” she declared. I couldn’t resist it: I lunged for her with my arms wide open and I held her close to me. I had done my job as an older sister.

“What’s all of this for?” she asked me, puzzled.

“What, I can’t hug my kid sister?” I demanded with a chuckle; Mark burst out laughing again, that time from the back door. Oh, if they only knew.

[pacifymebby]

Hello, hope you’re well! ☺️

Playlist: On Repeat

Hiya lovely!! <3

My on repeat is an odd mess right now for real

❤️ An Olive Grove Facing The Sea / Snow Patrol (if u haven't listened to this before i HIGHLY recommend you do because its beautiful

❤️ Do you know that there's a tunnel under Ocean Boulevard / Lana Del Rey

❤️ Ya Hey / Vampire Weekend

❤️ Richie Sacramento / Mogwai

❤️ Major Leagues / Pavement

<3 <3 send me a playlist title and I'll give you some songs that would be in it <3 <3

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