suck it.

&. ❛ — i've grown familiar with villains that live in my head. they B E G me to write them, so i'll NEVER die when i'm ( dead ) ; goddamn right, you SHOULD be scared of me ! who is in C O N T R O L ?!

[demetrism-blog1]

sinking your teeth into the others flesh while keeping your throat closed up, not the easiest task at hand — but his, still perfectly intact, sense of defense was screaming to do SOMETHING. so much for keeping his new sweater in tact, now not only the sleeve was covered in the red liquid, but also gushing over the front, staining the fabric covering his chest. 

glaring at his protectee, he moves his hand from the back of his head to his jaw, trying to open his mouth some more while still pressing his bloody wrist against his mouth. ❝ SWALLOW! IT! ❞ he growls.

[edmundo-diaz]

[demetrism-blog1]

confused eyes follow demetri’s movements, brows furrowing when realization drowns on him — ‘ no, ’ the man hisses, he’d rather pass out than get vampire blood anywhere near him, and most definitely not in his body. somewhere in the back of his head, the act screams intimacy — the one thing he’s running away from — even when he’s bleeding out, even when his fear of his own blood is nagging at him. 

ah, i wish it didn’t have to come to this! that’s what demetri’s long, loud & quite frankly OBNOXIOUS sigh screams out. sarcastically, duh. he grabs the back of blake’s neck and presses his bloody wrist against his lips. ❝ bottoms up! ❞ he chirps, a smile on his face.

[demetrism-blog1]

Amir had been wandering around the town to pass time, not really doing much of anything, but it was a better way to entertain himself instead off sitting inside all day. The male had just pushed his hands into the pockets of his jacket when the familiar redhead walked up to him. “What?” he asked as his gaze slid down his visage, him having to make a conscious effort to not step back at the sight of blood. “Looks like one of those rings you all wear to wear in the sun,” he answered after peering at it for a second. “I don’t know for sure though.”

aaaand ... BAM! cue demetri cackling horrorifically, sending chills down your spine, making your skin crawl simply by ... laughing? the reaction is evanescent, though, since he quickly obtains a face of a murderer ... M O N S T E R ... a monster who ... exaggeratedly rolls his emeralds? ❝ silly, silly ME! thinking that a PATHETIC BRAINLESS HUMAN would actually be of any help. tsk, tsk! ❞ he clicks his tongue softly and fixes his shirt in his true compulsive fashion --- readjusting his sleeves and straightening it afterwards. he believes that human beings don’t have much of a brain, so he feels the need to explain himself. ❝ do you R E A L L Y think that i, a four hundred year old vampire, don’t know how the bloody stone that protects me from the sunlight looks like? ❞

[demetrism-blog1]

‘ but i like it, ’ voice defeated and barely above a whisper. there was no point in arguing, and quite frankly the man had little energy left in him. his own palm soon covering the handkerchief, until his fingers feel the damp warmth of his own blood. ‘ do you have a band-aid? i’m going to pass out. ’ blake warned, shaky fingers holding the cloth against his skin.

he furrows his eyebrows when the smell of blood gets more intense, veins around his eyes popping and his elongating fangs sinking into his own lip. he shakes his head at the question, only having one solution in mind. he pierces his own wrist and is fast to bring it close to blake’s mouth so that he’d drink it before demetri’s wounds close up. ❝ it’ll heal you. ❞ he explains, knowing that he won’t be able to leave blake’s side until the blood leaves his system. he can’t have the clumsy man accidentally kill himself or get killed by someone and turn.

[demetrism-blog1]

‘ i got it yesterday, ’ the raven haired man almost WHINES. having to admit that his fashion sense wasn’t the best wasn’t in his priority list, but his mommy wasn’t around to shop for him. blake was used to blood, he really was. but seeing himself bleeding, he could feel the light headed feeling drown over him.

he clears his throat and remains silent, carefully removing the handkerchief to see whether it’s still needed. once he sees that it is, he gestures towards it, that way telling blake to keep it pressed with his hand until the crimson stops painting his skin. then, he takes a step back and inhales finally. ❝ it’s REALLY awful, ❞ he mutters. it’s not that the jumper’s THAT horrendous. this is just dem taunting blake, as usual.

[amour-pourtoujours]

I actually don’t need to control my anger. Everyone around me needs to control their habit of pissing me off.

(via amour-pourtoujours)

[demetrism-blog1]

‘ it’s cold as a rats ass outside — i slipped and i’m bleeding all over my new jumper. think this is your queue to go and find me a band-aid. ’

silently he approaches his human and inspects the cut before cleaning it with a handkerchief which he then uses to create pressure on it and stop the bleeding. he’s ALWAYS ready when it comes to the other. ❝ 't was an ugly jumper anyway, ❞ is the only thing he says, eyes stuck to the ground. he’s not breathing --- if he were, he’d probably end up with his fangs attached to the source of the blood aka BLAKE.

[dvoyd]

I have a killer’s touch, a taste for unwilling assisted suicide and half-a-dozen pieces of a heart. I have a tongue like a razor, a vocalization mutilation art form and no one walks away unscathed. These eyes that have seen too much of monsters under beds and things moving in the dark. These teeth; too many, too sharp, too white, too eager to bite, too hungry for the flesh I crave. This mind I don’t understand, hanging off rusted hinges and long abandoned to the ghost within. This fragile skin I wear, my trophy room of invisible battle scars, fighting an internal war I’ll never win. What a monster they think I’ve become when I’ve always been this way; I’m a natural breed of sin. What a monster I think you’ve become when you ask me to hold you gently, for locked cages to open and let you in.

this is my nature, and it is not gentle | m.a.w (via allthewritethings)

[demetrism-blog1]

WHO: a granny & a middle-aged woman. WHAT: murdered in cold blood. WHERE: a shabby flat just down the street from the ominous house the redhead’s staying in. WHEN: a few moments ago — the bodies are still warm. WHY: to quench a vampire's thirst for the red liquid with a metallic taste. WEAPON OF CHOICE: fangs. what, you think demetri did it? N O, no — hell, he has some class & he’s not sloppy, wouldn’t have left the bodies behind. this was clearly done by an amateur — this was someone’s FIRST kill. what is this old vampire doing here then? raiding the home of the deceased, out of pure boredom. he notices something shiny around the older woman’s neck & soaks his hands in her blood just to get it. it appears to be a magical AMULET which he keeps studying on his way back to the house. in front of it, he sees a person he knows and approaches them, not minding the fact that his hands and clothes are slightly covered in blood. ❝ you happen to know what this is? is it magical or something? got it from a witch. ❞

[demetrism-blog1]

he mumbles something under his breath, imitating blake's scoff, and brings his long legs up on the couch where the other once sat. he buries his nose in the book, though, his ears are focused on the other's heartbeat. he stops his own breathing, curious to see whether blake's fear will disappear now that he's not that close to him. at one point, even though he's still holding the book as if he's reading it, he looks up at the male with dark hair, stares at him and involuntarily starts nibbling on his lower lip in thought.

[demetrism-blog1]

he takes a book from the coffee table, not even caring what it is about, and opens a very random page, sticking his blue green orbs to it and pretending that he is interested in whatever the hell is written on the smooth paper. ❝ shut the fuck up and go back to your work, ❞ he mumbles, not daring to look at his human.

[demetrism-blog1]

The movement to place his body atop of his lap was surprising and most definitely unexpected — eyes widdening in some mixture of fear and anger, Blake refused to allow the other to bare his neck, using all force in his weak body to try and get out of the vampire’s grip — with no luck. “ STOP it!” Blake screeched, using his hands for a petty attempt to push the other off his body. Why he struggled in the first place, when he had no chances at winning against his bonded vampire, was above him, but the strong guard he had built up over the years was battling for it.

demetri’s feeding on blake’s F E A R --- the taste on his tongue much sweeter than blood. ❝ you sound ... pathetic. ❞ he snorts, only pressing him down with his body with more force. he uses his free hand to yank the human’s shirt to the side, exposing even his pale collar bone. he leans down until he can feel blake’s warm skin on his parted, cold lips, about to sink his sharp, killer fangs into his flesh in order to FINALLY taste him. but, as soon as he feels his skin on his front teeth, his fangs become normal, like those of a human, leaving him to just tenderly drag his teeth over the other’s skin, wet lips following as if he was making a hickey there. HE CAN’T HURT HIM --- he starts hating that disgusting feeling of fear he can feel inside of his own body too. he’s ashamed of himself for being unable to bite him, avoiding facing blake by simply not moving, his lips hovering over the moistened spot on the pale neck. making his coldest, most stoic facial expression, he pulls back after a few moments. ❝ next time i find bite marks on you, i won’t kill them. i’ll kill YOU! ❞ he utters lowly, trying not to look at him that much, and moves from his lap to his place next to him, wanting to distract himself with some newspaper.

[demetrism-blog1]

❝ you are my business, you fucktard!❞ he hisses, eyes widening in frustration. he simply scoffs at the question concerning jealousy, and, seeing that blake wants to escape his hold, he quickly sits on his lap --- determined to hold him down, nothing else. ❝ you a blood whore now, hm? ❞ his eyebrows are cocked as he slowly pushes blake's chin up, exposing his neck to himself. ❝ you won't mind this then, right? ❞ his fangs elongate as his lips get stretched into a wicked smile.

[demetrism-blog1]

( the redheaded vampire can taste the swirl of emotions that are overwhelming him --- wrath, jealousy, demolished pride, failure ... repulsive worry. his burning bluish greens are stuck to the wound as he swallows heavily, trying to keep it together. however, the shorter male's reaction only fuels his anger and he finds himself pressing him against the back rest of the couch they're sitting on, his pale hand moving up and gripping his chin ) ❝ tell your fucking lover that if they feed on you once again, i'll find them and rip their throat out with my teeth. understood?! ❞ ( it has to be a lover --- he can't think of another reason why a human would let a vampire feed on them )

[demetrism-blog1]

( he opens his mouth to talk, but THEN --- he feels tiny wounds under his cold hand, his grip weakening until the very moment he's no longer touching blake's neck. he furrows his fair eyebrows, gentle fingertips brushing against the scars made by sharp fangs ) ❝ tell me WHO did this to you! ❞ ( he growls, gritting his teeth )

[demetrism-blog1]

       “You know what — nevermind,           I’d rather you keep your phychotic           thoughts to yourself. But while your          at it, get your GINGER head out of          my face.“

( he gets a grip on the other's throat, thumb pushing    his adam's apple GENTLY --- he'd never hurt him,                                ——— he just wants to scare him. )

       ❝ Or WHAT, huh? You’re gonna throw a           punch, mm? STAKE ME? Cute. C’mon           ------ I dare you! But you’re smarter than            that, my dear. You know you’d be a dead           man. ❞