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Janaina Medeiros

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Send ‘*’ to kiss my muse full on the lips.
My muse shows up at your muses doorstep in the middle of the night. Without saying a thing, they collapse into your muse's arms. Put your muse's reaction in my ask box.
Elijah was pleased that she was listening to him, such an obedient human. He liked that. His heels clicked against the ground as he walked around the girl now, making sure he had made a good choice. He stood behind her now, towering over the girl and keeping himself close. “–My dear, you’d be surprised what someone would do for one of those little vials.” He flicked his eyebrows up, instantly they fell back into place and now he was dipping his head down to her again. “So now just be a good little girl for me and go get my money–one for forty and two for sixty. Only two per-person and if anyone tries to rip you off or harm you, just scream and my followers or myself will come to you.” Elijah stated as he walked around to her front now, he pressed his lips together and gnawed at his lip ring. “Now before you go, I just need something from you to make this all happen and then you won’t have to see my face..” He opened his mouth and showed his fangs again, he curled the corner of his mouth up into a cocky grin and chuckled.
“I’m going to have to taste you a little before I let you go–”
Quickly he grabbed her arms and held her tightly so she couldn’t escape, he watched her reaction and found it satisfying. “This will only hurt for a second..” The vampire tilt his head back and opened his mouth wide before latching down on her neck–his eyes turned pitch black as the warm liquid rushed past his lips, coating every inch of his mouth. Elijah made it seem like he would drain her completely, but he was only going to feed a little off of her (for now), so he was able to sense when she was in trouble.
“Okay, but HOW MUCH someone is going to pay for...whatever the fuck this is has no baring on whether or not I know WHO to sell it to. Wavin’ a bag of blood in someone’s face when they’re not the very specific demographic of people I’m assuming buys this shit is probably not gonna end very well for me. Sounds like a one-way ticket to the nuthouse if you ask me.” On second thought, maybe the nuthouse wasn’t such a bad option at this point. Couldn’t be any worse than dealing with Edward Cullen's edgy cousin here, could it? She eyed him carefully as he circled around her, looking something like a lanky bird of prey in the shadows. Almost before he could finish talking, she’d barked out a laugh that bounced off of the walls.
“TASTE? Hang on just a fuckin’ SECOND budd-”
Resistance as they say, was futile. She didn’t even have time to voice her almost amused displeasure before he’d latched onto her like a leech. "What the fuck--NO!” Her breath hitched,the stiletto tips of her nails clawing at his neck,his shoulders, his chest--anything to get him off. Though, as much as she’d rather not admit it, necessarily, it was pleasant. Maybe it was the masochism speaking, but something about the way those fangs pierced through her skin sent a rather pleasant CHILL down her spine.
He made sure that his strength was known, showing the girl that he was something more than human definitely got to her. She was shaking and he could sense that she was afraid. The tough act had faded away within seconds. Elijah just walked towards the girl as she backed off from him, he chuckled under his breath and stepped right in front of her, bending down a bit so they were eye level. “–Awe, already done with being tough?” He reached out his hand and lightly brushed his fingertips against her skin. “Soft…warm..” Something he missed for years. Elijah then cupped his hand on her cheek, his index finger laid against her jawline. “What do I want?” He repeated the question before giving an answer. “I just want to enjoy this moment, seeing you terrified like this is quite pleasant.” The male licked his lips this time and turned her head slightly, instantly his baby blues locked onto her neck; the veins were pulsing much faster than normal–each beat echoed in his ears. “I bet you taste sweet…” He mumbled out before leaning in close to her neck, inhaling deeply and brushing the tip of his tongue against the goosebumps that formed.
“–Be lucky that I caught you tonight, anyone one else could have {slaughtered} you..”
Elijah let go of her face and moved back, standing tall again he adjusted his leather jacket and tank top that was underneath. He had a dapper look, hair slicked back, black on black clothing along with his favorite biker boots. He pushed back his raven locks and retracted his fangs to hopefully not seem so intense to the smaller girl below. “I’m giving you a job, if you complete it..you win your life, if not, then you’re going to be my little pet..” He cocked up an eyebrow and reached into his pocket, pulling out a baggy with ten red viles; they were filled with pure vampire blood. “Sell these and come find me at the club on main street. I’ll have my followers watch you so you don’t try anything funny.”
The air around them was stale with the lingering stench of blood, the coppery odor carried in on the wind. Her nose wrinkled, her stomach churning. Not a chance in hell this was real. This was just another one of those fucked up nightmares. That was all. Before long she’d be waking up in a cold sweat, reaching for the trusty bottle of Maker’s Mark that she kept at her bedside. If she drank enough, this would all be a hazy memory. It would be over...right? Any lingering optimism fled her when the very REAL sensation of his tongue dragging along the side of her neck ripped her from the safe haven of her thoughts with a nauseating churning in her stomach. Was it nausea? The more logical section of her brain told her otherwise. It was rather...pleasant, barring the fact that he was dangerously close to making a meal out of her. What the fuck was going on?
Annoyance tinctured her face, painted in the shadow where her jaw clenched and left a dip in her cheek. Her sharpened, peridot gaze followed the plastic bag and the vials that it contained. Blood? Was he out of his fucking MIND? Her hand curled around the bag, pointed black nails tapping against the glass inside. She eyed over the carmine liquid for a moment before turning her gaze back to him, eyebrow risen in an almost mocking manner.
“----Alright, sell some blood, don’t get locked up in your creepy sex dungeon. Got it. So, let’s run with the idea that this isn’t completely batshit insane for a second--who EXACTLY am I supposed to sell this to? Little Billy and his friends down the way? ‘Yeah, kids, this makes a GREAT ingredient for lemonade. And black magick.”
The night seemed to have stood still for awhile, like it was just the two of them–he swallowed the saliva that pooled in his mouth before watching the gun move. It pressed up against his chin and all he could do was smile wide, he was impressed by her courage. Such a strong characteristic for a young lady. “Oh trust me my dear, I assure you I’m n o t the one who’s alone here..” And he meant that, little did she know that he had followers hiding up on the roof tops ready to act on command. Elijah watched her features carefully and studied everything about this girl so he’d never forget her face. “Pull the trigger, kill me, have my blood cover you and let’s see who the true murder is here.” The vampire continued to edge her on with his words, pushing her buttons to see how courageous she was. “If you must know my name sweetheart, it’s Elijah–Elijah Thomas.” He knew in the back of his head that with one move he could end this all and switch the whole game up. Elijah licked his teeth and made sure his fangs had shown, normally he didn’t like humans knowing his true nature, but what was wrong with having a little fun?
Game over. The split second that it took for those fangs to peek out from behind his lips was all that it took for Skylar’s resolve to crumble to dust. The gun rattled in her hand as it began to shake, a lump the size of this guy’s ego forking in her throat. It was hard to swallow, hard to breathe. Another metallic click and she dropped the gun to her side. Her knees buckled, she stumbled back--nearly fell-and stared up at him as though he’d already gutted her right in front of her own eyes. She shouldn’t have been so goddamn valiant; she should have just RUN as soon as that cautionary dread knotted the pit of her stomach. What the fuck was he?
Was he one of them? What the hell did he mean he wasn’t alone? Her mind was running rampant, head spinning as she tried to re-grasp her composure. So much for that whole ‘blowing his jaw through the top of his skull’ spiel. An overwhelming dizziness washed over her, vision tunneling as she tried to focus in on his face. Why couldn’t she just run? If he really wasn’t alone, it wouldn’t have made a difference.
“--What do you WANT.”
( @beautiful-rxmains ; x )
LONELY. She was almost offended. Couldn’t help but feel like it would have been more effective if he wasn’t the one STALKING her in the dark, though. Funny how that worked, wasn’t it? This whole thing reeked of desperation and foul intention. Far off streetlights reflected off of the glitter that dusted her eyelids when her eyes narrowed. The gun dropped from his neck like she’d made the ill-advised decision to let her guard down, but it was fleeting. A hollow ‘click’ resounded through the alleyway as she took a step forward to close the gap between them, the barrel of the gun settling flush against the bottom of his chin. In the close proximity, she was able to clearly make out his facial features. Handsome dude. Shame about that whole predator vibe he was giving off.
❝ And what the FUCK, exactly, makes you so sure that I’m lonely? Because I don’t think I have to remind you that you’re the one following me, bud, and I swear to God if you don’t tell me your name and what the fuck it is you think you’re doing, I will blow your jaw through the top of your goddamn head.❞
"hate to shatter your ego, but this ‘aint the first time i’ve had a gun pointed at me." -elijah
( scandal ; @beautiful-rxmains )
“I’ll tell you right now--” Every muscle in her body was tense, aching with the foreboding realization that there was something o f f about this guy, and it was something that went way further than following her back to her car in the dark. It was something intangible. In one swift movement, her thumb had clicked against the safety and she’d directed that barrel to his jugular, jaw clenched. “--my ego isn’t gonna be what’s getting shattered if you don’t tell me who the FUCK you are and why you’re following me.”
"And what do I owe this dubious pleasure?" { Izrael. ;--; }
{ Tarantino Meme ; @shadesofgxld }
“Well, Izzy–” Her face shifted enough to allow her eyebrows to raise–almost MOCKING–but her expression otherwise remained stone. Even under the dim light outside of his door, her dark circles and bloodshot eyes stood out like candlelight in a cave. “–it’s 2:30 in the morning, m’drunk as a leech, and I look like I could collectively give EVERY Tim Burton character a run for their money. I’ll give you three guesses.”
TARANTINO FILM QUOTES MEME.
warning;; some of the content may be nsfw & politically incorrect.
“if you any of you sons of bitches have got anything else to say, now’s your fucking time.“
“you’re acting like a first year fucking thief. i’m acting like a professional.“
“listen kid, i’m not ‘gonna bullshit you, alright?“
“i may be a bastard. but i’m not a fucking bastard.”
“thought that was pretty fucking funny, didn’t you?“
“all you can do is pray for a quick death, which you ‘aint ‘gonna get."
"you had my curiosity. but now you have my attention."
"you silver tongue devil you.”
“i’m american, honey. our names don’t mean shit.”
“that woman deserves revenge. and we deserve to die.”
“wiggle your big toe.”
“do you find me sadistic?”
“i’m ‘gonna give you a little something you can’t take off.”
“say ‘what’ again. i dare ya. i double dare you, motherfucker.”
“leave the limbs you’ve lost. they belong to me now."
"and what do i owe this dubious pleasure?"
"you are all in my cool book."
"is she dead? yes or no.”
“i’m the anti christ. you got me a vendetta kinda mood.”
“are you gonna bark all day, dog? or are you gonna bite."
"i will never forgive your ass for this."
"you have every right to ‘wanna get even."
"it ‘aint suicide if you’re already dead."
"have you ever given a foot massage?"
"hate to shatter your ego, but this ‘aint the first time i’ve had a gun pointed at me."
"word of advice, shit head. don’t you ever wake up.”
“you don’t owe her shit."
"wakey, wakey… eggs and bakey."
"i called him a miserable old fool."
"was that a fucking set up or what?"
"you serve the tea. i’m watching my soaps."
"when are you ‘gonna learn that microwave food’ll kill you faster than a bullet?"
"well, 'aint you so sweet, you make sugar taste just like salt."
"i’m gonna ask you questions. and every time you don’t give me answers, i’m going to cut something off."
"under the circumstances, i think i ought to get a fucking academy award for how natural i’m acting."
"a dogs got personality. personality goes a long way."
"i haven’t killed anybody since 1984."
"pride only hurts. it never helps."
"now the first time you kill somebody, that’s the hardest."
[ Calling it an earlier night than usual because I'm feeling a little sick to my stomach. I may be up in a few hours. ]
‘actual things said by my gramma’ starters pt. one
“if you kill me make sure to kill lots of other people too. go big or go home.” “i want to do drugs again before i die. buy me drugs.” “just please make sure she’s not a serial killer before you go to see her.” “i only go grocery shopping at two in the morning.” “i did laundry! and by ‘did laundry’ i mean i just dropped the clothes by the washer.” “how could she leave him? i mean, he was sort of distant but look at him. how could she leave that?” “i almost died changing that lightbulb for you.” “it’s a good thing that i waited until my parents were dead to act like this.” “i have a used box of tv dinner spaghetti to show her what i ate for easter dinner.” “your mom is supposed to come today. i’m constantly looking out the window in fear.” “i’ll pay you big bucks if you get me a big mac.” “i would never breathe down your neck. your hair would get in my mouth and i’d gag.” “i just ate a whole sleeve of peanut butter crackers for lunch.” “i’m going to have cereal for dinner. i thought about it all day.” “is four thirty too early to go to bed?” “[loud scream] i dropped a bugle. fuck.” “i like chicken nuggets. you wouldn’t think i would because i’m an adult but..” “it took me way too long to realize ‘wheels up in thirty’ meant the plane is taking off in thirty.”
{ @therighttohxte ;; x }
Was it the kiss or the burning embarrassment that left her face feeling like she’d spent all day accumulating a sunburn? It was almost painfully hot, dark red even beneath her thick veil of makeup, an irritating sensation for someone who rarely blushed. Paired with the churning in her stomach, she was sure it was embarrassment. Skylar wasn’t normally one to sow remorse for her actions--in fact, she often times reveled in the fact that she’d caught someone off-guard, but this was different.
Sasha was different.
He showed her compassion with no hesitation and without expecting anything in return. He put up with her shit, her attitude and her sometimes borderline violent mood swings, without so much as batting an eye.
Somewhere along the lines, she’d fallen, and hard.
It was a lapse in better judgement, and now she wished she could take it back. Her head turned away quickly, fingertips brushing over her lips like they burned.
“I’m sorry. That was--that was fuckin’ stupid. I don’t know what I was thinking. I just got so caught up and--I’m so sorry, Sasha. It won’t happen again.”
Stromae- Tous Les Mêmes
Motionless in White Lyric Sentence Starters
WARNING: Reference to drugs, sexual themes, death, etc.
“Well, if I take the pain away, you’ll come back for more someday.”
“I can’t forget, I can’t forgive.
“We take medication to be someone else.”
“I may not have built this kingdom, but I’ll make fucking sure that I protect it from you.”
“I am not your fucking puppet.”
“There’s nothing left for you to take.”
“You said you’d never love me, but look how hard someone can fall.”
“I wanna show you what I bitch I can be.”
“I’m not your puppet, so cut the strings and free me from your hands.”
“The wall that I have built to keep you out is starting to rust because everything around me just reminds me of us.”
“You don’t need a disclaimer.”
“Please, just let me let you go.”
“Now’s the last time I’ll ever see your face again.”
“Paint your face, tonight we terrorise the town.”
“And when I’m through with you, I’ll just move on to the next.”
“The sound of screaming is like music to my ears.”
“I curse the day I let you in.”
“Who the fuck are you to tell me what I can’t do or say?”
“All I want is to reach someone, to say something that could change their life forever. To let them know they’re not alone, you’re not alone”
“My little hatefuck.”
“Your bloods not worth spilling.”
“I swallowed your bullshit. No respect. You make me fucking sick.”
“I am human and I need to be loved just like everybody else does.”
“And I know this hurts for you, but I have no fucking sympathy.”
“I’m here to sell. I’m not here to buy.”
“We put the fun in ‘Funeral’.”
“But baby, please don’t believe this is “real”.”
“I just regret one thing…”
“We’re bleeding black and white.”
“I am the deepest shade of Jaded.”
“I’ve got the best to get you high, high as a vulture raiding the sky.”
“A knife to the throat will leave more than a scar.”
“You’re just a trend, just a fucking disease.”
“I want you to bleed with me.”
“This dream was ours, but you ripped it to shreds.”
“I’m here to sell my little white lies.”
“It’s all because of you, we’re fucking infamous.”
“Don’t forget it’s killing me not to tear you apart.”
“You can’t make me play dead.”
“So many people wanna see me fail.”
“Cause our synthetic love is all that we know.”
“Never take your pulse for granted again.”
“What if I told you I planned this?”
“I saw my life flash before my eyes.”
“Get fucking over me.”
“Dead never looked too beautiful.”
“Its all the rain that’s putting me to sleep.”
“You don’t know what real love is.”
“We’ve played this role a thousand times.”
“Born in blood, I’m not like you.”
“It’s my life, my body and my love to give.”
“I’ll see when we both meet in hell.”
“I’ll help you fall down with me.”
“Since when did fashion make you part of this crime scene?”
“You’re killing me quickly, but it feels so slow.”
“There’s no escape, I can’t reflect…”
“Fuck your pretty face!”
“Whoa, I never said this would be easy to hold on.”
“So tell me dear, can your heart still break, if it’s already stopped beating?”
“Be careful what you wish for you just might get it.”
“Tie me to the bed and put a knife to my neck.”
“And you will never know what hate is.”
“Everyday I must practise to fake this smile on my face.”
“We said this was “the last time”, over and over again.”
“You pull the trigger just for fun, forgetting I’m a loaded gun.”
“No place for me to call my home.”
“In the darkness, you’re all around me.”
“You wanna blame me? You never MET me.”
“Somehow I will break and destroy you.”
“I smell like victory.”
“I taste like blood.”
“Your lips can kill me faster.”
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✘ = hugging them . Δ = playing with their hair . ❤ = kissing them . ₪ = asking them out for dinner . ☀ = giving them a gift of ___ ( asker’s choice ) . ♘ = stabbing them . ♕ = bowing down before them . ♒ = lying to them . ✿ = buying them flowers . ☾ = being found shirtless . ♢ = reading them a story . ☂ = giving them their jumper to keep warm . ✎ = speaking in a different language . ✏ = teaching them a different language . ▄ = telling them a joke . ♬ = singing to them . ☹ = insulting a loved one . ஐ = slapping them . ✂ = threatening them . ❃ = dancing with them . ▤ = falling asleep on them . ☮ = waking them up after a nightmare . ♣ = discovering them crying . 回 = patching a wound . ✮ = stargazing . ▓ = caught stealing their belongings . ☽ = wandering alone at night . ♡ = complimenting them . ≡ = offering a place to stay overnight . ☢ = falling over . ✦ = being well-dressed . ❂ = wiping blood off their face . ◎ = taking care of them while ill . ☁ = being caught in the middle a storm with them . ⇕ = holding their hand . ↱ = being lost with them . ☠ = pushing them against a wall .