#vampire suspense

[thedeadgameblog]

(via ALONE IN THE DARK)

Who sits and waits in the darkness?

There is no movement in the blackness.

As still as a fox waiting to pounce,

She waits without a ruffle or flounce.

A hissing sigh floats through the air.

Are those snakes slithering in her hair?

The ghostly form stands to meet us.

Is she the hostess sent to greet us?

We stand alone in this bleak hall.

There won’t be dancing at this ball.

Time to leave this creepy place

And quicken this story’s pace.

But since this is a horror story,

We won’t be leaving with much glory.

THE DEAD GAME

[susanneleist]

SILENCE REIGNS SUPREME

Silence reigns supreme. The sun hides its face. Palm trees shake their leaves. Winds quicken their pace. The hotel stands deserted. Flapping sounds fill the air. Dark shadows join the fray beneath his icy stare. THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist http://amzn.to/1lKvMrP

[acecasinova]

Hang In There!

Don't worry bud, you'll be let down soon~ ...probably... But- vampires probably don't have to worry about blood pooling in their head, right? Especially if they haven't been fed in a while...

[trashraccoongirl]

twilight, 2008

[higherhell]

Self-portrait as a vampire (May 27, 2024 - Clip Studio Paint)

[noobiestnoober]

Haunted House Hunt (Reader, Kol and Rebekah Mikaelson)

Kol bets you won’t last an hour in a haunted mansion. You accept. You expected creaky floorboards, maybe a cold draft… You did not expect Rebekah Mikaelson in full ghost mode. What starts as a dare quickly turns into a chaotic, ghost-filled sibling showdown—and the house might not be as empty as they thought.

👻 Mischief. Screams. A chandelier with opinions. Read if you love supernatural pranks, Mikaelson drama, and haunted vibes

The full moon hung low over Mystic Falls, casting silvery shadows across the crumbling façade of the Whitmore estate—a decaying mansion left to rot on the outskirts of town. Long abandoned, its once-grand halls had become the subject of local lore, whispered about in hushed tones: cursed walls, footsteps with no source, and mirrors that reflected more than your own face. It was the kind of place only someone with a death wish—or a Mikaelson—would find entertaining.

"Bet you won't last an hour," Kol said smugly, tossing you a rusted key that felt cold to the touch. He leaned lazily against the hood of his car, moonlight glinting off his smirk. "You scream before the thirty-minute mark, I win. You survive the full sixty? You get to choose my next humiliating dare."

You snatched the key midair. "You’re going to regret that."

"Am I?" Kol tilted his head, the challenge twinkling in his eyes. "Don’t get lost in there, love. That house has a way of... remembering its visitors."

You rolled your eyes, but your heartbeat spiked as you stepped through the creaking gates and onto the overgrown path. Kol followed close behind, humming a haunting little tune that didn’t help your nerves one bit.

Inside, the mansion breathed with decay. The once-glorious grand hall now lay blanketed in dust and cobwebs, the chandeliers hanging like frozen insects, their crystals dulled by time. The air was thick, tinged with mold and something metallic—like old blood. Every step echoed like a scream swallowed by the darkness.

"This place could use a decorator," you muttered.

Kol chuckled. "It’s got charm. Gothic dread and death—very on brand for us."

Ten minutes in, he was already wandering ahead, poking his nose into faded portraits and crumbling side rooms. You followed the beam of your flashlight, which danced over broken furniture and cracked tiles, each one whispering its own story.

"Honestly, I expected more," Kol called over his shoulder. "Where are the poltergeists? The spooky whispers? This is just—"

A sudden thud echoed from upstairs, followed by slow, deliberate footsteps.

You froze. So did Kol.

"...You didn’t invite anyone else, right?" you asked.

His grin slipped. "Nope. Did you?"

Before either of you could react, the lights flickered violently. At the top of the staircase stood a ghostly figure clad in white, with long, tangled blonde hair and vacant, hollow eyes. It stared down at you both in absolute silence.

Kol’s bravado evaporated. "No bloody way."

The figure let out a piercing, mournful wail that chilled your bones.

Kol grabbed your arm. "Run."

No hesitation. You bolted through the corridors, tripping over loose floorboards and half-broken chairs as the howling echoed behind you. Doors slammed on their own. Paintings fell from walls. It felt like the house itself was alive. You barely made it into the drawing room before the heavy doors slammed shut behind you.

Kol leaned against the wood, panting. "Okay, that’s... not what I planned."

Then—laughter. Rich, amused, and unmistakably familiar. From the shadows emerged the 'ghost,' pulling off the white curtain she’d draped over herself. Rebekah Mikaelson. Smug. Triumphant.

"Really, Kol? Trying to host a haunted house hunt without me? How rude."

Kol stared at her, wide-eyed. "You orchestrated that? You almost gave me a heart attack!"

"That was the goal," Rebekah said sweetly. "I even rigged the lights. Very convincing, wasn’t it?"

You let out a breathless laugh, still trying to calm your pulse. "Okay, that was evil—and brilliant."

"Thank you," she said with a gracious nod.

Kol groaned dramatically. "You cheated."

"There were no rules against psychological warfare," she said, crossing her arms. "Besides, it was more fun than watching you two tiptoe through dust for an hour."

You smirked. "Pretty sure I win the bet, by the way. I lasted the full hour and you screamed first."

"That’s highly debatable," Kol muttered, brushing dust off his shirt.

Rebekah walked around the room like she owned it—probably did, in some century. "Next time, I say we try that monastery outside Richmond. Supposedly cursed by witches."

You raised a brow. "There’s going to be a next time?"

Kol shot her a glare. "Not unless I plan it. And no fake ghosts, Bekah."

Rebekah turned, smiling mischievously. "Who said I was fake?"

A loud creak groaned above your heads. One of the chandelier’s crystals dropped to the ground with a soft, chilling clink. The room went quiet.

Your voice came out a whisper. "Okay. We’re leaving now."

The three of you exited the house quickly—maybe a bit too quickly—laughing nervously under your breath as you stepped into the cool night air. The mansion loomed behind you, silent and still.

As Kol drove you away, tires crunching on the gravel, you glanced back. In the top window of the Whitmore estate, a pale face watched from the shadows. And this time... it wasn’t Rebekah.

[carriehobbs]

if i can be honest here this is really one of my least favourite parts of the way the romances are written. the idea that you can only really fall in love once (and both the related ideas that, if this love is real, then every other relationship you've had must not have really been love and that, if you have been in love before, your previous love somehow cheapens the current love) is so completely juvenile. it's the kind of line of thought you'd expect to see in a young adult novel marketed exclusively to 12- to 16-year-olds for whom every emotion feels like the most intense, ultimate feeling they could ever have, and who do not yet have the life experiences to understand (or appreciate) the complexities of love. "i've only ever loved this one person this way, every other feeling i've thought was love has just been a poor imitation" is a pretty thought but is ultimately a fantasy (and one that i, personally, find incredibly disrespectful towards people who have been in love and then fall in love again).

it would be one thing if this idea was espoused by only one of the characters. if only n (just as an example) bought into the idea that only one love can be your true love, then that would say something about n's character, their romantic and life history, the way they view and interpret the world, etc. but instead all of the ros seem to follow this line of thought - they've all never been in real love before, if they and the detective broke up they'd never experience this kind of love again, they're all soulmates, etc. and in that way this idea is not a characterization choice for particular characters, but an idea perpetuated by the work as a whole. and in my (biased and personal) opinion, it's a childish and unrealistic idea.

[pigeonstab]

WAIT ALSO!!!

(still college) Does Cross have the typical werewolf trait of always running hot? Do the vampires always feel cold to touch/ always feel kinda chilly themselves? :o

I think he does run hot but that's more of a Cross thing than a werewolf thing, obviously when you have fur you would be warmer than most tho.

The vampire's temperature depends on how much blood they have in their system! A cold vampire is a hungry one. Imagine Killer as that 'full of soup' meme, very eepy, very warm after a meal. Though they're never really hot either, best you can get is warm/mid.

Nightmare is usually very cold almost all the time since he doesn't need to eat as much as the others

[shoesallinaline]

The more I think about it, the more excited I am to see Eric Bogosian absolutely tear it up as vampire-Daniel.

[wellijustfinnihedoneofthebooks]

Everyday i wake up and think abouthow sad i am that lestat the musical is objectively a horrible musical because i really do think interview with the vampire would probably make the best musical ever

[thedeadgameblog]

(via SILENCE REIGNS SUPREME)

SILENCE REIGNS SUPREME

Silence reigns supreme.

The sun hides its face.

Palm trees shake their leaves.

Winds quicken their pace.

The hotel stands deserted.

Flapping sounds fill the air.

Dark shadows join the fray

beneath his icy stare.

THE DEAD GAME

by Susanne Leist

http://amzn.to/1lKvMrP

[twilightsagasworld]

Garrett x Reader part 2

Unsettling revelations

(Y/n) sat across from Chief Swan, her hands trembling slightly as she recounted the events at the museum once more. The grizzled police chief listened intently, brow furrowed in concentration.

"And you're certain this man had red eyes?" Swan asked, jotting down notes.

(Y/n) nodded shakily. "Yes, they were unmistakable. And his skin - it was so pale, almost unnaturally so. And the way he moved, it was..." She struggled to find the right words. "Inhumanly fast and graceful."

Swan's expression grew increasingly grave. "This matches the description of a suspect we've been trying to track down for some time now. A dangerous drifter with a history of violence."

(Y/n)'s heart sank. "So you know who he is? What does he want?"

The chief sighed heavily. "Unfortunately, we don't know much about his motives or origins. All we can say is that he's extremely volatile and unpredictable. A real threat to the community."

Bile rose in (Y/n)'s throat as a horrifying realization dawned on her. "The children... Am I putting them in danger by being around them?"

Swan reached across the desk, placing a reassuring hand on her arm. "We're going to do everything in our power to keep you and the kids safe. In the meantime, I'd advise you to be extra vigilant. Don't go anywhere alone, and keep your doors and windows locked at all times."

(Y/n) nodded mutely, her mind racing. She had to find a way to protect her students, even if it meant putting herself at risk.

As she left the police station, a dark shadow seemed to loom over her. The unsettling encounter had shaken her to the core, but she knew she couldn't let fear consume her. She had to be strong, for the sake of the children.

Little did she know, the danger was closer than she could have imagined...

(Y/n) gripped the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles turning white as she drove back to the school. Chief Swan's words echoed in her mind, the ominous warning about the dangerous drifter sending a chill down her spine.

Her thoughts raced, trying to process everything she had learned. This man, with his unnatural speed and chilling red eyes, was a known threat to the community. And he had singled her and the young boy out at the museum. The realization that her students could be in danger because of her filled her with a sense of dread.

As she pulled into the school parking lot, (Y/n) took a deep, shuddering breath. She had to pull herself together and figure out how to keep the children safe. She couldn't let this stranger's dark presence cast a shadow over their lives.

Stepping into the familiar hallways of the school, (Y/n) felt a small measure of comfort. This was her domain, a place where she could protect and nurture the young minds in her care. She made her way to the principal's office, determined to discuss the situation and implement any necessary safety measures.

However, as she approached the office, she noticed that the door was slightly ajar, a faint light flickering from within. Furrowing her brow, (Y/n) pushed the door open cautiously, her heart pounding in her chest.

The sight that greeted her made her blood run cold.

There, seated in the principal's chair, was the red-eyed man from the museum. A twisted smile spread across his pale features as he locked eyes with her, his gaze burning with a predatory intensity.

"Hello, my dear," he purred, his voice dripping with a chilling menace. "I've been waiting for you."

(Y/n) felt her breath catch in her throat, all the color draining from her face. How had he found her? And what did he want? Panic gripped her as she realized that she was now completely alone, with no one to come to her aid.

Swallowing hard, (Y/n) knew she had to find a way to escape, to get help and protect her students. But the man's unsettling presence and the malice in his eyes made her doubt whether she would even make it out of the room alive.

The tension in the air was palpable, and (Y/n) could feel her heart racing as she braced herself for what was to come. She knew she had to be strong, for the sake of the children. But in the face of this supernatural threat, she couldn't help but wonder if she was truly prepared for the horrors that lay ahead.

( for @twilightlover2007 )

[thesunoficaruss]

I think that AMC interview with the vampire should last forever and ever

[creepy-girls-do-it-better]

30 Days of Classic 'Horror' 70s & 80s (2024)

Day 4: The Lost Boys (1987)

[nalyra-dreaming]

Also sorry if this has been asked before but whats ur take on things the viewer sees which happens outside the narrators knowledge? Like lestat asking armand to tell louis he loves him, santiago breaking in to steal claudias diary, lestat in rehearsal speaking of claudias strength, etc. Are we supposed to suspend disbelief and accept it for sake of some story elements needing to be conveyed or should its validity be questioned too? Curious to hear what u think xx

That... is a difficult question.

Re Santiago: I talked about this, but I don't think it happened as shown. I think Claudia would have noticed her diaries missing, and I think that timeline-wise it therefore happened after she had left. As such, it is part of the "tale" that is in Louis' head (and Armand tells).

The rehearsal part is possibly a thought by Louis, maybe triggered by something he saw in the script. We have only had glimpses at the trial script, but even those carried a punch.

Now... Lestat asking Armand to tell Louis he loves him... now that is truly complicated.

I remember an interview where Sam said he grilled Rolin wrt as well. And I don't think there was a definite answer.

Because supposedly we are on Louis' and Daniel's POV in the flashbacks for SF... so how could they know?

As you might know I think some of DM happened in the past. I think Daniel did receive some blood from Armand before. The blood carries knowledge. That is one... albeit feeble explanation.

The other one is a bit more likely, imho.

Because Louis can read Armand's mind. And Armand hesitated to relay the message there... and Louis could have tried to read why then.

Maybe he suppressed that knowledge after. Maybe it was suppressed for him. Either way, I think the second possibility is more likely.

There is also a third one, which is ... unlikely, but there: we are somehow already getting the POV of Amel, who will come into play a bit later (at least in the books). He would have known either way. However, they surely won't confirm that possibility now, and it might just be... better for us to go with "suspension of disbelief" for now :)))) and wait until more hints drop, like the "broadcasting error" that happened in season1 and which turned out to be a hint after all :)