Something tells me this encounter is about to be rudely interrupted.
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Demetrius: And so the damned descend upon the doomed, like wolves dragging sheep to the slaughter.
Caleb: [suspiciously] Very eloquent. You don’t care to join them?
Demetrius: Nor do you, as it appears. I have seen you with your sister. She relishes the hunt. You do not. Indeed, I suspect you do not care to uphold many of our kind’s expected customs.
Caleb: I don’t appreciate strangers remarking on my private habits.
Demetrius: We pass no judgment, friend, and you cannot blame us for our caution in approaching. It is a rare privilege to encounter a truly open-minded creature of the night.
Samantha: [with a slight twang] Forgive Demetrius for his endless speechifyin’. He died afflicted with Romantic poetry and never recovered. I’m Sam. That’s Brandy. Point is we’ve noticed you’re different from the others.
Caleb: And how is it any of your business if I am?
Demetrius: Imagine I told you I stand before you now with not a single drop of blood infecting my veins?
Caleb: Impossible! [doubting himself] Isn’t it?
Brandy: It’s true. We all do.
Sam: Though we don’t exactly go shoutin’ it from rooftops, ‘specially in this crowd.
Brandy: But we thought we could trust you.
Demetrius: And even lighten the burden of your existential load, if you wish.
Caleb: [dumbfounded] But… how?
Demetrius: With this, a single humble fruit.
Caleb: Is this a joke?
Demetrius: Not at all. See how it glows at the core? That, my friend, is plasma — to put it plainly, essence, life — encapsulated in its purest form.
Brandy: It’s not really blood that keeps us going but what’s in blood. That stuff’s in here too.
Sam: It tastes like shit and never quite sates your thirst, but it will sustain you.
Caleb: How can something like this exist?
Demetrius: The tree bearing this fruit comes from the Old World, though I cannot say its true origin. My maker chanced upon a withered husk in dusty Tartosan soil and coaxed from it new growth. I aimed to spread the good news of its existence, but this ilk has proven largely uninterested, too crazed with bloodlust to revere this gift of nature. Still, I have encountered enough like-minded individuals to make the effort worthwhile. Now, how would you like to experience enlightenment?
Caleb: [visibly hesitates]
Demetrius: Go on. Take it. Consume it, and plant the seeds. You will be astonished how quickly it grows.
Robin refuses to sleep. Easton tries everything he can think of before finally giving up and handing her over to Ada. When he comes back a little later, he finds them both asleep on the crib.
+ i've been wanting to try out this cas makeover for the longest time! i figured i'd start out with one of my favorite vampires! Helena Zhao by the lovely @thebramblewood! i wanted to add a little twist by adding in a song that reminded me of the creator's oc and with the title of Helena's story, i can't help but think of the iconic song by bauhaus and that is bela lugosi's dead. typography inspo credits here: x and x. annd more goodies below the cut!
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