where do you go

”You’re still a dick. Stop it.”

#salvatorebastard #c #hostageverse

"Come on, Asher. You've been here long enough to know; I don't ever stop being a dick."

"...--You're whining again. Stop it."

#salvatorebastard #hostageverse #c #look boe did a thing

+sofulloflight

”Mystic Falls definitely has its charm.” She chuckled. “Nice to meet you, too, Dexter. I’m Caroline.”

#he plans to when he runs out of money #he can already tell something's up #but he just doesn't know what yet #HE WILL FIGURE IT OUT #EVENTUALLY #sofulloflight #c

"Well, Caroline, does Mystic Falls have anything lurking within it worth mentioning? I think I've walked around the town square about ten times in the last few weeks. It's starting to get old."

+sofulloflight

”Well, I can imagine that Miami’s pretty different from our tiny town of Mystic Falls. Not always, I guess. But what better time to take a walk to clear your head than at night—when it’s quieter?”

#lmfao and i can hear damon #'NEWSFLASH CAROLINE'#'WE ARE /ALL/ SERIAL KILLERS'#sofulloflight #c

"Miami is infinitely different, but I like it here. And I guess, that's true. Nighttime is quiet." He smiles. "I'm Dexter, by the way. It's nice to meet you."

+sofulloflight

”And you are clearly new to Mystic Falls. In a town this tiny, we don’t really have much else to do.”

#omg care #precious angel #i love her #sofulloflight #c

"Yes -- somewhat new. I like the quiet, though. I'm from Miami. Too much bustle. It's a nice shift, coming here, but, are there always teenage girls roaming the streets at night? Seems a little...odd."

+sofulloflight

“…Do I?

#lmfao #who is this strange man in my town #hopefully he's not a vampire #nO BUT HE;S A SERIAL KILLER #NOT MUCH BETTER TBH #sofulloflight #c

"Well. You're wandering around at night. Some might call it suspicious behavior."

+sofulloflight

" ---- You seem lost."

#sofulloflight #bless ur soul kaja for following me #so here have a thing #idk #ilu #c

sigynreincarnated

#dex #and just like that #i have dexter muse again #it's been nearly a year #omfg

Hostage

“Ever hear of having a little at a time? Yeah that’s what I’m trying to do here,” Asher snapped. He calmed himself down a little feeling himself feeling better. He then took notice towards how his words affected the other and felt a smirk cross his lips. “Most powerful? Me? Hardly. I’m only twenty-three. There are others way more powerful and way more out of control than me. You caught me with six bodies, big whoop. There are others with more bodies than probably you,” He said as he stood up. “And in case you hadn’t noticed when you were stalking me I’ve been out in the sunlight. You need to get your vampire facts right Dexter. We can feed off humans, animals, blood bags, other vampires, and werewolves. You’re not well versed in vampire lore are you?”

Asher’s crimson eyes looked the other over, seeing his veins pop out at him. He wasn’t hungry but he was going to need to feed eventually. “Yet you don’t deny it’s a kink or not,” he pointed out.. “My guess is part of you gets off on killing. Just like I can get off of drinking blood.” He didn’t glare, didn’t snap, just stared at Dexter. “I don’t turn. I’ve been a vampire my whole life and I don’t turn. Stiles would have been my exception. And I had a family, I wasn’t alone,” he told him. He rubbed his neck when the stake was dropped, saying nothing afterwards. His face did return to normal, blue eyes looking back at Dexter. “You’re who perception of vampires suck by the way.”

He bit his tongue to keep from making another comment. No, but you’re not scared to make them casualties, he thought. “I want his body until you do,” he said suddenly. it would give him his chance to try and accept that he was really dead and let him be able to hold him. To morn away from Dexter and give him his motive to kill him.

#convo #salvatorebastard #hostageverse

Dexter gave a light chuckle, then looked over Asher for a moment. He pulled a ring out of his pocket, holding it up for the other to see. "And the reason you can go out in the sunlight is because of this, am I right?" He smirked. "You won't be getting it back."

Rolling his eyes, Dexter put the ring back in his pocket. "It's not a kink, it's something I have to do. If I got off on killing, you and I would not be talking right now." He grinned, and stepped a little closer to Asher, and looking at him strangely. "How have you been a vampire your whole life? You have to be turned. And there you have it, you would have killed him anyway. I don't doubt there are vampires out there who are normal people that don't kill, but you're not one of them. Obviously, or you wouldn't be here."

The confusion in Dexter's expression continued to grow, and he canted his head to the side a bit, pondering why Asher would want the boy's body. "What reason could you possibly have for wanting his body? Unless you're one of those freaks who likes to fuck dead things. Then again...you are a vampire."

Let's see how this goes || Rebekah&Dexter

“Hmm yes I suppose, though he definitely lets it go to his head from time to time.” She noted in a after thought. She and Klaus hadn’t been on the best of terms as of late, she was growing tired of the way he took advantage of her and constantly betrayed her. “Perfect.” Smiling broadly, she accompanied him to his car. “Oh..I’m not materialistic Dexter, I’ve no problems with your car. It’s you I want to spend time with, not your objects.” She blushed faintly as she slid into the passenger’s seat.

#beautifulmalevolencex #convo

Dexter made note of her words as Rebekah got into his car, smiling to himself slightly. It'd been a long time since he had heard anyone say they wanted to spend time with him, and it made him feel something close to happiness. He glanced over at her for a moment before starting the car and heading out. "I'm glad you feel that way. I'm pretty sure I'd like you all the same even if you didn't live in the biggest house in town." Dexter smirked for a moment, then was silent for a good while as he drove. He didn't want Rebekah to feel uncomfortable while he stayed in his thoughts, so he spoke up again eventually. "So, your brothers aren't gonna like, come after me for stealing you away, are they?"

Hostage

“Ever hear of a tolerance build up? What if that happens? You lose your game,” Asher said with a growl. He bit back the pained call as his thigh was staked. His hand shot out towards the wall, grabbing it and breaking off a piece of it. “Why the fuck couldn’t you be a strung out blood addict?” he growled. “At least those aren’t so fucking obsessed with stakes.” He bit into his arm again and spat out more vervain, his tongue healing quickly. He watched him move around the room, fiddling with his pocket. “You’re a hypocrite aren’t you? Killing serial killers, when you’re one. Pathetically poetic,” he said with a roll of his eyes. He listened to his tyrant before rolling his eyes again. “Oooh, six bodies. Two other vampires, three hunters, and a bastard who tried to kill my boyfriend. Could have gone after the blonde bimbo or her friend with the brown hair who have killed so much more than me. Do you just kill guys? That your secret kink? Killing males to get off on later?” Asher stared at Dexter as the take was pulled out of his thigh, grinding his teeth together. Crimson eyes stared into those blueish looking ones. Fangs ready to kill. “I wouldn’t have turned him if he didn’t want it. I’m not the kind of guy who forces this life on somebody,” he growled out. the slash on his cheek healed immediately. For once he was glad he had overfed himself because Stiles thought it was a good idea and had called him so many donors. It would last him hopefully a while at least if he was lucky. “No,” he said flatly. He then paused for a long moment, the question eating at him. “What did you do to Stiles’ body?”

#convo #salvatorebastard #hostageverse

Dexter grinned as he watched Asher take more vervain out of his system. At least the kid was persistent. "You won't build up a tolerance if you keep ridding yourself of it. If I were you, I'd sit there and take it. And, I guess you're just not that lucky, are you?" His grin turned into a glare at the other's next words. Asher had no idea how long Dexter had fought with just that thought rolling around in his head, that he wasn't actually doing any good at all, that he was just satisfying his need. He had convinced himself otherwise, but it still bothered him whenever it came up. "Yes, pathetically poetic, like how you're one of the most powerful creatures alive, but you have so many weaknesses that it makes it ridiculously easy to kill you. Stakes, vervain, sunlight, decapitation. And you need to feed off the blood of those weaker than you just to survive. Pathetic."

The grin returned to Dexter's lips as Asher went on, convinced he knew what Dexter was all about. It would take a very long time for him to even begin to understand Dexter's dynamic, and Dexter wasn't in any kind of a mood to explain it to him. "I kill everyone, I'm not picky." Dexter's voice was dark as he looked into Asher's red eyes. "But I'm not sure if I believe you. From what I've gathered, vampires are a lonely people and often turn those they care about just to keep them around." Dexter pulled back from him for a moment, then fully, letting the stake in his hand fall to his side and away from Asher's throat.

Dexter sighed, and rubbed the back of his head. He was getting tired and Asher asking him about Stiles' body reminded him that he still needed to take care of it. "Nothing, yet. I have to build a makeshift casket for him before the body starts decomposing and animals can smell it." He looked over Asher for a moment before continuing. "I'm not disrespectful to those who didn't deserve to die."

#SO DONE #SHIPPING THIS SO HARD #JFC #beautifulmalevolencex #dexbekah

“But there’s no way that I could know what you’ve experienced, right? I couldn’t possibly feel that need. Like a thousand hiding voices whispering “this is who you are”. And you fight the pressure. The growing need rising like a wave. Prickling and teasing and prodding to be fed. But the whispering gets louder, until they’re screaming “now!” And it’s the only voice you hear. The only voice you want to hear. And you belong to it. To this … shadow self. To this …dark passenger.”

When somebody is trying to hard for a ship and you’re like:

When somebody pushes for responses from you and you’re like:

When somebody just isn’t getting it and you’re like:

When you just feel done with somebody:

#ooc #on my klaus blog tho not this one

THIS THIS THIS THIS

Hostage

Asher growled at the other, his fangs poking out a little., but not enough to make his face change. He was angry at Dexter, angry at himself for letting him and Stiles get caught. He hated it all and nothing in this moment would make him want to not rip off the other’s throat. But from the smell of things there was vervain all over the house. it would make getting out hard for him. Especially if the other pumped him with vervain again. That would be unpleasant and it’d burn. He’d have to get blood to be able to clean it out of his system. With Dexter he didn’t want to try his blood. “I’ve met sanner and I’m the immortal here,” he said with a smirk. He raised an eyebrow when he said he was going to kill him. “You think some vervain and a crappily made stake is gonna be able to kill me? I’ve had worse done to me by my own kind.” He was still weak though, the vervain needed to leave his system quickly before he planned to snap the other’s neck. He was surprised when he hit the wall, sliding downwards against it to the floor. “You me, we’re monsters all the same. Damage here is that I don’t need to kill. You seem to have an edge for it.” Asher withered and cried out in pain as the vervain entered his system. Kicking outwards he groaned loudly. As soon as his arm was let go of his fangs extended and he bit into his arm, sucking out some of the vervain and spitting it out with his blood. it made Asher feel weaker at the moment. He growled then at him and forced himself up. Digging his nails into the wall he glared at Dexter. “Killing for me is for survival. And I bet my kill count is less than your’s. And Stiles was not worth killing to get to me.” He closed his eyes and forced himself to focus for a moment before opening them. “At some point I’m going to kill you.”

#convo #salvatorebastard #hostageverse

"The vervain is to weaken you, obviously, so you can't kill me first. I wanna torture you. Haven't gotten a good kill in, in a while. I need a little more..." Dexter grinned, and shoved the stake into Asher's thigh. "...carnage, to satisfy my needs." He looked over Asher once more, taking him in and smiling even more. He stood up quickly as Asher spat out his blood, backing away as his smile faded. It was a good thing he still had vervain growing back in Mystic Falls, or else Asher would be infuriating Dexter, sucking out his delicately made serum.

Glaring at Asher, Dexter began walking around the room, fiddling with the tranquilizer in his pocket. "You're right, though. We're different, you and I. I need to kill, it's been embedded into my brain since I was three years old. But I put my primal need to good use, taking out murderers and serial killers and rapists, people who don't need to do the things they do but they do it anyway. You're one of those people, you just said it. You don't need to kill, but you left at least six bodies dead and drained of blood for me to find, and obviously the police force around here is all but efficient. So I step in."

Dexter then went to push Asher against the wall, pulling the stake out of his leg and pushing it against his throat. He grinned again. "You would have killed Stiles eventually, anyway, whether it was permanently or making him into one of your own. Don't insult me by denying that." Dexter brought the stake up to Asher's face and slashed across his cheek. "Too bad this pretty face of yours won't scar. I'd tally all my kills right here on your skin, but there probably wouldn't be enough room." A devilish smirk played across Dexter's lips, the stake digging into Asher's cheek again. "You even try to kill me and I'll drown you in vervain. I love the sizzle it gives to your skin, don't you?"

Let's see how this goes || Rebekah&Dexter

“Oh…don’t worry it’s kind of an older house, my brother is actually the one obsessed with interior design surprisingly, he likes to brag about material things.” She rolled her eyes, brandishing a hand in annoyance at Klaus’s outlandish desires. Though instantly it evaporated into a warm grin, “I would…love that actually. Let me just grab my jacket.” She went to the couch where her dark tan leather jacket was residing, slipping it on she moved back to his side, “Shall we? I actually love going out on the harbor, boating on the water, particularly at night, it’s romantic, and peaceful, I don’t get to do it often.”

#beautifulmalevolencex #convo

"Hey, not judging, my nanny used to be the only person who took notice to anything that didn't look right in my apartment. All the more power to your brother." Dexter smiled more as Rebekah said she'd love to go with him. He had been expecting something along the lines of No, are you crazy? I'd never want to go out with you. in that lovely accent of hers, which Dexter found immensely attractive. He'd never tell her that, though. As she returned to the room, Dexter was pulled out of his thoughts, and he nodded. "I agree with you. Let's get out of here, then." He grinned at Rebekah before opening the door for her, allowing her outside. "It's a half hour drive to the shore, hope you don't mind riding in my not-so-shiny SUV. I noticed you and your brothers have some really, really nice cars on the way in."

Hostage

Asher was angry now that it was settling in. Stiles had been killed before him. The only person he had grown so close to in so long. Seeing him die had just been like a stake to the heart. He was Asher’s everything, only one to be okay with him being a vampire as long as he tried not to kill. It had been easy at first, the not killing. Up until he noticed that he was being stalked by someone.. He had thought a few bodies left behind him would scare them away, it apparently hadn’t. So a few more bodies had been added to the mix. Then falsified dead bodies. But it all had just fueled the man named Dexter. The man had burned him with vervain, and whatever else he had tried out the first time on him. But he had easily compelled him to forget him. So what had brought him back to him? Why the hell did he have to target Stiles in this whole mess too? He didn’t deserve to die like that. Asher had wanted to turn him, the two of them getting to be together longer. Asher had loved him that much. Asher leaned against the wall as Dexter entered, looking at him for a moment before reaching over and covering his mouth. “Shhhhh,” he grumbled. He let his body fully take over, the drugs no longer having an effect on him even though he still felt weak thanks to the vervain and blood loss he seemed to have suffered. Dropping his hand he stood up straight, removing his hand and letting it brace him against the wall. He shook his head and rubbed his eyes, letting them finally adjust and get use to the light. What little light he seemed to have here. Fucking hell he hated when there wasn’t much light, even if he didn’t need too much of it. “Because you’re a psychotic fuck who enjoys killing people who don’t need to die?” Asher finally answered as he looked at Dexter. He was angry that Stiles had died before him and hadn’t healed when he was given Asher’s blood. Glancing Dexter over his face went blank but menacing. Messing with Asher was never a wise thing people should do and once he had gotten enough blood he was going to torture Dexter. “Either that or you’re one of those strung out vampire blood addicts. Which I swear the last one in Mystics was killed off a month or two ago,” he said as he lulled his head to the side. “Course you don’t look the usual vampire blood addict. You’re not shaking or anything. So we’ll go with the first one that work?”

#salvatorebastard #convo #hostageverse

Dexter could tell Asher was disoriented to the point where he wouldn't even begin to try anything with him. Wonderful. Dexter didn't need anything out of plan to happen. Everything had to go over smoothly and perfectly. He hadn't done this in a while, hadn't given in to his Dark Passenger in a good few months. He needed to be precise and proficient, much like he always was, but more so now. Asher was a vampire, and very capable of killing him without even blinking. Dexter was more than prepared for that, though, with drums of vervain tea and gallons of tranquilizer, along with an array of other drugs he was more than willing to pump through Asher's undead system.

He laughed at the other's accusations and assumptions, half of them being true. Dexter raised a brow to Asher, looking him over. "You're right about the psychotic part. Maybe. I'd say I'm pretty sane for someone with my...condition." He spoke darkly, smirking. "But you're also wrong. I'm a special kind of monster. I only kill people who deserve it. Like you, Mister Vampire." Dexter took Asher by the shirt and threw him into the wall, watching as he dropped to the floor. He laughed again. "Your boyfriend was just a noble sacrifice to get you weak so I could overpower you. You'll get over it."

Dexter walked to Asher and kneeled down in front of him, taking his arm. He put the tranquilizer in his pocket and injected the vervain into Asher's arm. He grinned, as he knew the pain it caused him. Dexter reveled in it. "Not a blood addict. In that sense, at least. You could say I'm addicted to blood in a different way. I need it. Need to see it, or I start having these fits, I'm on edge all the time, snapping at people, my facade cracking. I don't need that. I live separate lives for a reason, Asher." Dexter let go of Asher's arm and smiled at him. "Killing, for me, is like a good cigarette to most people. Simple as that."

Let's see how this goes || Rebekah&Dexter

Rebekah was enjoying a glass of white wine and skimming through an old Anne Rice novel, she wasn’t sure exactly what is was that humans found so enticing about her version of vampires that mostly basked in myth, but she also found herself slightly riveted, and jumped, startled by the knock as she stowed it away, taking another sip of her glass as she went to answer it. Upon seeing her handsome guest, her smile split into a wide-berthed smile. “Dexter. Come in, please.” Moving to the side to allow him entry, “It’s…really nice to see you.” She was sincere in her words, she’d been quite taken with Dexter when she met him and even more so now that he’d actually taken the time to see her.