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'Set your ghost free'

A tribute to my beloved #HalloweenMovies Michael is an embodiment of Halloween and I love seeing him lurk in Haddonfield, but it saddens me to remember that he was just a kid. He's a supernatural, but once he was just a kid that never got a chance at life.

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05 – The Very First Bite

Darkness. Fear. Pain.

Chester awoke, excruciating pain pulsing through his whole body. His vision was blurred, but he could hear quiet sobs coming from somewhere near him. He vaguely recollected the events that had happened in what should have been moments before, but to him it felt like he blacked out for quite some time. Strange taste lingering inside his mouth. That nasty looking dude was hellishly strong, Chester remembered wrestling with him on the ground, the man violently tearing his skin with some kind of a blade, or were they really his nails? The image of his crooked, yellowish teeth trying to sink their way into his neck flashing through his memory. Fuck, did that freak really bit him? What the actual fuck...

Confused, he tried to pick himself up, but he felt too weak, the pain inside his body running through every inch of his being. He had been in many fights in his life, mainly in the bar fights that he had started himself in his drunkenness induced state of mind. He had a lot of anger inside of him and it was too easy to set him off. His nose has been broken several times, he got bruised ribs, broken fingers, almost all of his body has suffered injuries from his violent outbursts, but never once he felt so physically shattered as he did right now. Not only did all of the wounds hurt like hell, there was also this weird, foreign sensation, a creeping tension coming from somewhere deep inside of him, gnawing at his brain, making him hunger for something, but he couldn’t pinpoint for what exactly. What the hell did that freak do to him...

He rubbed his eyes in an attempt to sharpen his vision, finally focusing his sight on the shadowy shape nearby. It was Jamie, his daughter in pajamas, staring at him wide-eyed, tears running down her cheeks. He wanted to reassure her that he was fine, but then he noticed the man behind her, his disfigured hands gripping her by the shoulders. It was the same deformed man with unnaturally long, pointy ears, with his inhuman glowing fiery eyes fixated on Chester, observing him with a mix of curiosity and pity.

A flush of anger ran through his body. In no way he was going to let this ghastly freak take Jamie. Sure, he was a lousy father, and he didn’t care much about her until today, but he was not gonna let some kind of a creep kidnap her. Even if it was the last thing he ever did. Once again he tried to get up, but his legs gave out and he fell back to his knees. The smell of the blood from his wounds was distracting him, he felt somehow sick. “Fuck this shit...” he grunted, pressing his hands to the ground, trying to push himself up on his feet again.

Jamie watched her father struggle, she could tell he was in pain and she didn’t know what to do. She was still in shock from what she had seen earlier. The scary, ragged man with the torn face had furiously attacked her dad. She wanted to run to his aid, but she was so terrified, she could only cry and beg the bogeyman to stop hurting her daddy. Watching him sink his huge fangs into her father’s neck, horrified, she then witnessed the monster cutting his wrist and bleeding into her dad’s mouth. His body contorting and twitching in pain. She was sure he had killed him, and she thought that she was gonna be next.

Huddled in the corner of her bed, wailing in fear, she observed the bogeyman approach her. Words were coming from his hideous mouth, but she was so traumatized, she could barely hear what he was saying through her own weeping. Then the ghastly man put his wrist in front of her, blood still slowly pouring out of the wound. “Drink it, sweetie, I promise it will calm you down.”

She stared at him in terror and confusion, the words -calm you down- resonating in her head. Jamie hesitantly licked the blood from his wrist in hope that if she did as he asked, he would let her live…

Theodor gently patted her on the head, telling her that he’s not gonna hurt her and for some reason she believed him, her fear of him subsiding.

She noticed her father moving on the ground, grunting. Somehow he managed to survive, so maybe everything was going to be alright after all…

She wanted to run towards him, to hug him, but something was different. Inexplicable fear encompassed her as she got closer. There was something wrong with her dad. Even when he lashed out at her when he was drunk and angry, she’s never once felt as threatened as she did right now. She flinched slightly as she felt the man’s hands on her shoulders.

“Your father needs help, be a good girl and go to him, sweetheart.” Theodor gently whispered to her.

Jamie looked at Theodor as if expecting some kind of reassurance from him, and he gently nudged her towards Chester.

“Daddy... Are you okay?” She hesitantly approached Chester, stretching out her small hands towards him as if she could possibly help him to his feet.

When Chester saw her getting approaching, his instincts told him to not let her get close. He didn’t know why, but everything inside of him told him that he was gonna do something bad... He was going to hurt her if she got too close.

She gently stroked his face, feeling so relieved he was alright. He wasn’t a perfect dad, he often yelled at her, he was mean to her mom and he always forgot about her birthdays, but he was all she had and she loved him with all her 10yo heart.

The touch of her warm hand on his face, he could see the worry for him on her little face. Despite all of the things he had said to her earlier today and years of neglect and bad parenting, somehow she still believed in him and cared for him.

Jamie leaned forward to wrap herself around him in an attempt to bring them both at least a tiny bit of comfort.

And he wanted to push her away, to tell her to get away from him, but he couldn’t, something primal in the depths of his insides wanted him to let go, to feast, to fill the void inside him…

In a fleeting moment he grabbed her and without any difficulties sunk his face into her neck, her small body collapsing instantly in his savage embrace.

He felt someone’s hands pulling his face away, away from the satisfying, sweet sustenance.

“That’s enough. It would really suck if you killed your own daughter, wouldn’t it?”

Chester’s initial anger at being yanked away from the delicious taste of blood, changed into sheer horror as he saw Jamie’s limp body in his arms. The nasty dude next to him, holding his face away from her bloodied neck.

“Fuck!...fuck!..” Chester was bewildered at what he had done. “Shit...I...what the hell...” He laid her down, and frantically tried to look for a pulse. Thankfully, she was still alive.

“Hey, Jamie?” He gently patted her on a cheek in a hope of reviving her, but although she was faintly breathing, she didn’t regain consciousness, her body pale and quite cold to the touch. “What have I done...”

Chester was in so much distress that Theodor could easily take unconscious Jamie into his arms. When Chester realized what was happening, he tried to get up and stop him.

“You are not taking her anywhere, you ugly piece of shit!” He managed to stand up, the tension was gone, but the pain was still there. He took a few steps towards Theodor in an attempt to charge at him, but the pain inside of his bones was unbearable and he collapsed to the ground, angrily demanding Theodor to not take Jamie away from him.

Theodor held Jamie in one of his arms, gently stroking her hair as he observed with a slight amusement her father desperately trying to stand up in an attempt to stop him. As if he ever had a chance…

After a moment, Theodor took an envelope out of his pocket, placing it on the nightstand of their motel room. “Let it go, boy. As much as I enjoy your persistence, it is useless, your body needs to adapt first. I imagine you have a lot of questions. You will find a lot of answers for what I did to you in this letter and if you ever want to see her again, I suggest you abide by its contents.”

He was about to leave, but then suddenly stopped in front of the door. “The little one here is gonna be safe...” Theodor had followed them for a while and while he had witnessed Chester neglect and mistreat the little girl often, he could see it on his face tonight that he did care for her and no matter how badly he wanted to teach this drunk asshole a lesson, he couldn’t just leave him without reassurance that his offspring was not going to be harmed. The decision if Chester was going to believe him or not was entirely up to him.

He was not a monster, or at least not the kind of monster that would hurt a child if he could avoid it. He made him feed from her to break him, to make him feel guilty and thus be more likely to follow the rules inside the letter. He was pretty sure he would be able to take him from the girl in time, before he would cause her any serious harm. She will be alright after a few days, kids recover miraculously fast. No damage done.

For now, he will let the girl live with some of his ghouls, in many aspects she will be better cared for than when she lived with this constantly wasted and violent mockery of a father.

He chose him for the Embrace, because of his raw energy, physical strength and ability to withstand a lot of physical pain, not because he thought he was a good person in any way. Surely, he will require a lot of training to be able to control his rage, but with his guidance (and intimidation if necessary) he was going to become a perfect leg-breaker… The girl was just a form of insurance, a good asset to have around to keep her father under control.

“The sunrise is soon approaching, find yourself a dark place to hide…” Theodor lovingly stroked the girl’s face, putting his face near hers, sniffing her, his monstrous face grinning and a disturbing amount of pus trickling down his severely disintegrated jaw. “Don’t do anything stupid.” Was the last thing he said to Chester before his hunched figure vanished in the shadows, leaving Chester confused, angry and twisting in pain, unable to follow the monster that has just snatched his daughter.

Chester didn’t understand anything. What the hell happened. Who was that freak? What has he done to him… He tried to make his way to the nightstand to grab the letter, but he started to feel unnaturally exhausted, every move was harder and harder to execute and not only because of the pain. A strange anxiety was rising inside of him and as he glanced at the window, he could see tiny sunlight beams making their way slowly through the blinds. Panic started to set inside of him and his eyes fixated on the dark spot under Jamie’s bed that was situated in the corner of their motel room.

Feeling like a pursued animal running away from the inevitable end, he made his way towards the bed, cramming himself under it, pressing himself as close to the wall as he possibly could.

He could feel his whole body slowly stiffen. So this is what it must feel like to be dead… was the first thought that he could produce once he felt safe.

He stared at the door that was in his field of view and his gaze fell on the teddy bear that he had dropped when he saw that freak talking with Jamie. How ironic it was, that he had bought it to apologize for earlier today, when he shoved her while she was begging him to stay home, because there was apparently a bogeyman outside… He should have believed her… Instead, he yelled at her for her childish behavior and left her home alone to go back to the bar in order to waste just another night of his miserable life around strangers, drinking himself to death.

And now all he could think of was that one of the last words to his daughter were that she was a burden, that his life would have been better without her and that he regretted taking her from her slut mother…

And to think that for once he had really wanted to change, he wanted to try to cut the booze and to try and be a better dad. He bought her the teddy bear to start over, because he had realized that he has crossed the line tonight. She was just a kid, it was not her fault that he had been so frustrated with his life and struggling with the realization that his marriage had failed because he had been feeling trapped, and that all of his frustrations had turned him into an abusive jerk. She deserved a better childhood, so she didn’t end up growing up bitter and angry like him…. But instead, it was all over now. “I...am so fucking sorry, Jamie...”

Now that plushy toy was a symbol of the failure that he was, its inanimate black eyes staring at him, blaming him for everything that he’s ever done to his daughter and all of the horrible things that were going to happen to her, all because he was a shitty, unfit parent. His dead eyes fixated on the toy haunting his conscience as his body shut down completely, sending him into the void.

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04 – Elysium fashion

There was nothing that she loathed more than having to spend time in the company of other Kindred. Same dead faces, same boring small talk sparkled by occasional subtle insults...And yet, because of her position as an Elysium Keeper, she had to be there, entertaining everyone and putting on her best smile for all those undead losers. But if there was one thing she did love about Elysiums, something that has brought her at least some joy, it was the opportunity to wear and show off her most fashionable, yet very tasteful wardrobe.

She was well aware of her beauty, evidently it was what “earned” her this “delightful” existence in the first place. Adrianna had no doubts that she would look radiant wearing practically anything, her experiences over the centuries have told her so.

There was something empowering in the way she felt when she put on her most delicate pieces of clothing. Maybe it was the fact that it made her feel like a real piece of art and maybe to an extent she did enjoy some of the attention her presence and grace evoked. There was no one who could ever compete with her sense of style or beauty, not even that doe-eyed little whore Lola. Adrianna opened her closet and gently stroked all of her carefully handpicked dresses, most of them sown specifically for her by her talented admirers. “Beautiful,” she whispered as she touched the silky fabric of the white dress. “Yes, that will do,” she couldn’t wait to see all of the lifeless eyes on her, admiring her boldness of wearing a white dress in a room full of monsters and bottled blood refreshments.

Speaking of monsters, she let her nightgown slip, revealing her pale body as she carefully started to put on her gown for the evening. She put on quite a show for him, dressing in a slow and provocative way and when she was about to put her arms through the sleeves and put the upper part of the dress up to cover her breasts, she stopped.

“I know you are here,” Adrianna sighed dramatically and paused for a moment. “Maybe you could help me with the dress…” her voice soft and alluring, her blue eyes glancing around her bedroom’s darkest corners.

And there he was, almost crouching near her bed, a grotesque image of a man, with part of his jaw carelessly sewn together.

Of course, he had to skulk around, but she was counting on it, she was in a lousy mood and while she had to hold in all her spite around other Kindred, with this one she could be much less considerate.

Theodor was so pathetic in his devotion to her that she could literally tear him into pieces, and he would apologize for bleeding on her. That was the true gift of the blood, binding the weak, enthralling them into submissive, life-sized toys, eager to please their masters.

Adrianna has never blood-bonded another Kindred before, and maybe a tiny part of her felt some kind of pity for him, but the truth was that the foolish Nosferatu has done all of this to himself. She simply took the opportunity that was handed to her when she found this filthy tragedy snooping around, invading her last remains of privacy.

Theodor made a step towards her, bowing as gracefully as he could with the thick amount of layers he wore, his unnaturally orange pupils kept slipping down at her naked chest. “My lady, it would be my pleasure to help you dress up, if you allow it...”

She could see his consuming thirst for her in his dead eyes, his eagerness to touch her, to feel her smooth skin, what a loathsome creature he was, desperate for something he can never have.

Adrianna smiled at him, turning her back towards him to make him believe that she would let him ruin her pristine white dress with his dirty talons.

He stepped behind her, too close for her liking, and even without actually inhaling, the stench of sewers permiated the air around her. As he extended his arms to hold the back of the dress to pull it up, she turned her back away from him, leaving him frozen in confusion.

“Nevermind, I changed my mind. I think I will rather do it myself,” she sneered with disgust at the sight of his unclean hands, inches away from her chest.

Theodor didn’t even try to hide his lust for her, and she had enjoyed seeing him like this, pitiful, lonely man starving for her, desperate for her affection when he had to know that all he could ever expect from her was endless teasing, pain and humiliation.

She gracefully managed to pull the upper part of the dress over her chest, making sure to let her feminine fingers linger on her breast for a moment to torment Theodor for a tiny bit longer. Once she was done, she turned away from him and started to comb her hair with her fingers, ignoring his presence completely.

Theodor watched her for a while, undressing her with his eyes, before he gathered enough courage to approach her again. “ Adri, eh, I mean my lady, I have brought you a gift.” He reached in the pocket of his torn jacket and extended his arm in front of Adrianna’s face.

She flinched a bit to remind him just how unpleasant his company made her feel. With disinterest she observed as he opened his hand to show a beautiful antique brooch with a woman’s portrait carved in the center of it.

“Eh, um, it reminded me of you, my lady.” He chuckled, his deformed face curved in a grin, causing a few of the seams on his jaw to tear up, some white, sticky liquid leaking through them.

“She looks almost as pretty as you,… almost,” he made sure to emphasize the fact that for him she was the most beautiful creature to ever walk the Earth.

Adrianna carefully took the brooch from his palm, making sure not to touch him and examined it. It was truly a beautiful piece. Nosferatu were disgusting and unclean rats, but they sure knew where to look for the most beautiful things, what a cruel irony.

“Huh, I think it would look very good on you with this dress,” he pointed to the part of the dress where it revealed her cleavage, almost touching her, but her disapproving look stopped him from proceeding and he awkwardly chuckled, pulling his hand away.

She was almost ready to thank him for the present, because it truly was stunning, but the fact that he thought he could give her fashion advice made all of the little benevolence she had for this sewer rat tonight disappear.

Adrianna gave him a smile that was all but genuine and gritted her teeth while gently stroking the part of his face, where the sticky, milky liquid dripped from his jaw, with her fingers. Slowly cutting all of the seams with her nails, causing his jaw to gradually fall apart.

He thought he did good, he really thought he's made her happy and that she was going to let him touch her, or at least give him a taste of her Vitae. He longed to feel her inside of him, even if it was only through her blood. Instead, she was tearing up his face. The ordeal did hurt, but because he had to go through the process of sewing it back together after every feeding, he was used to it. And although he didn’t know what exactly he did wrong tonight, he understood he deserved to be punished. At least she was touching him, even if it was to cause him pain.

One night he was going to please her and she was gonna let him touch and kiss her… He just had to keep trying. She was his to take. He knew it as soon as he saw her crying alone in this very bedroom, long time ago, her bloody tears filling her mesmerizing blue eyes.

She needed someone to save her and he was that someone… Deep inside she had to know that too, that was why she allowed him to help her and offered him a taste of her rich, red desire to keep him close forever…

As his jaw was hanging by a thread now, she rolled up the sleeve on her other hand a pressed the pin of the brooch through his jaw stitching it back together. “Perfect,” she whispered satisfied as she admired her work.

Grossed out she wiped her fingers into his jacket before stepping away from him, gently adjusting her sleeves and dress. “I wish for you to leave me alone now, ” her voice cold and demanding.

Theodor bowed again, holding his face with his hand as the brooch barely held it in place. “I...hope you.. will have a nice eve..ning, ..my..lady, ” he muttered, pus from his face spilling down on the ground as he spoke.

“Maybe the next time you will manage to do what I've asked you to do and maybe, just maybe I will take pity on you and you will deserve...” she bit her finger and suggestively ran it over her lips and neck right to her cleavage, careful not to stain her dress.

“.. some of this…” She licked the Vitae from her finger, smiling at him, showing him fangs. The Nosferatu froze, lost in his excruciating desire for her and the visions of him drinking her Vitae from her perfectly shaped breasts.

“Now be gone, I need to get ready and you are dripping on my carpet...” She opened the door for him and watched him disappear in the shadows of the dark hallway of her and her Sire’s mansion. “Disgusting…” She muttered as she closed the door shut, returning to her big Elysium preparations.

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Day 03 – Where the undead gather

The air was cold and damp, but Lazarus was practically living here in the sewer tunnels for such a long time, that he considered the whole warrens his home. All of its nasty stench, leaking pipes and crumbling brick construction reminded him of himself. There was a time when he would feel sad and bitter about such comparisons, but these nights were long gone.

There was no point in drowning in self-pity where there was nothing he could do to change what happened. And deep inside he felt like it was what he deserved, anyway.

He spent so much time of his mortal life hiding from his own truths, fearing judgment and damnation, only to be actually damned in the end.

It took witnessing the destruction of the man he loved for him to realize that he could do better than being destructive and wallowing in self-loathing, Augustus took his mistakes upon himself and met Final death to spare him. The least he could do to honor him was to try to make the world a better place, if not for himself then at least for others who shared this curse with him.

And they were all already gathered, waiting for him, his small family. He felt responsible for every each of them, even if only a few of them were actually his own Progeny.

It made him sad that his Childer, Mirabelle and Boneface, did not always see eye to eye, but as long as it wasn’t distracting or life-threatening, he would not come between them, he believed in them and their ability to handle their differences in a civilized way. He mainly worried for Boneface’s Childe. Blackrat needed more guidance and supervision, she was a good kid, but had self-control issues and a big sense of the need for justice, which of course was not a good combination.

Then there was Werner who was clearly going through something, but Lazarus didn’t feel comfortable enough to pry it out of him, Werner knew he could always talk to him, but he never did...

Chester and Maddy have been lately all over each other, either making out or at each other’s throat yelling insults at each other, but honestly Lazarus didn’t care about what they were doing as long as they were careful and didn’t get themselves into trouble.

Viktor, one of the newest members of their clan and who most likely shared the same Sire with Lazarus seemed like a resourceful man whose attitude might be the biggest problem, especially in relations with other clans.He had so much to learn about his place in the society and Lazarus knew he will not gonna like it… Theodor was around for long enough and was very well capable of handling his own affairs.

And then there was Stanley, who got here some time ago from their brethren in Portland. Lazarus felt a lot of sympathy towards Stanley and tonight’s meeting was actually to address something that Stanley had found in the sewers.

„I am grateful that everyone made it here. I am not gonna keep you here for long, I am well aware all of you have your own agendas, but there is something that I need to talk about that concerns everyone present.“

Lazarus wiped some of the pus from his nose as he looked at all of his „children“ whom stopped their conversations to listen to their Primogen. „Some of you may have heard that there is a dead body of a woman in the upper section of the sewers, near the Bayview.“

Lazarus noticed that Stanley’s eyes widened with fear as he mentioned it.

“I have investigated it myself and from what it looks like she was strangled. From what I could tell it doesn’t look like her death was a Kindred’s doing. Which means some person or people used the sewers as a comfortable body disposal place. The place was further away than any of the maintenance workers would ever go. It is not a place you would find by accident, so these people had to either be familiar with the tunnel maps or the luckiest murderers to find such a perfect place to dump a body. I am not saying that any of you got careless and left the doors unlocked, but I do hope that you are all very mindful of your surroundings and do not bring people here…

I do hope that this was a one time incident and that we won’t have to seal that part of the tunnels in the future. So please, be careful and always use your abilities of concealment to your advantage.“

He wiped his face again, his eyes were filling with pus, making it impossible for him to see. „That was all that I wanted to say, so unless anyone has anything to discuss with me, you can all go. Thank you for your attention.“ Lazarus nodded at his flock of Kindred who quickly dispersed, some disappearing out of sight in the nearest shadow.

Stanley was amongst the last ones to depart and when he turned his back to him, Lazarus gently put his slimy hand on his shoulder. Stanley flinched in fear from the unexpected touch and turned around fearing that he was going to be blamed for something.

„I will ask someone to move the body somewhere deeper in the sewers, so you wouldn’t have to avoid that place.“ Lazarus knew how uncomfortable Stanley felt having found that body, he clearly wasn’t used to seeing dead people.

Stanley nervously clutched his hands together. „Bbbut what about her family? If we put her somewhere deep, nobody will ever find her…“ His round, yellow eyes widened and for a moment a memory of her yellowish, bloated body flashed behind his eyes.

„She had no ID on her, I don’t think that we could ever find out her identity anyway. Maybe it is better like this. I think it is better for her to not be found, it spares her loved ones having to see her like this. Would you rather be found, decayed and rotten corpse, causing the people you love pain or to let them have hope that you are still somewhere?“

Stanley had thought about his words for a while. „And the people who did it to her? They will never face justice for what they did…“ He knew he the answer to this, but he couldn’t stop himself from saying it out loud.

„Unfortunately, a lot of sins are left unpunished. That is how the world works and I think you know that, too well, my Childe.“

Stanley nodded, ready to walk away, but Lazarus took his hand in his, squeezing it for longer than he probably should have. He usually tried to refrain from touching others, because his hands were sticky, but he wanted to comfort him, seeing how disappointed his words made him.

There was so much fear and tension in this small creature, he wished he would know what to say to help him find peace, but all he could say was: I am sorry, before letting go of his hand and disappearing into the shadows.

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Day 02 - Sweet Embrace

„Now undress, my darling.“

Lola took off her clothes, hoping that he had finally decided to make love to her again.

They were together for months, but despite that one time when he took her virginity, he never expressed interest in being with her in that way ever again. It hurt her, but at the same time she felt that it meant that he truly loved her for who she was.

This time she would be better and he would be gentle and passionate and she would do anything to keep him satisfied. She threw her arms around him, her lips ready to kiss him, but Thomas held her face inches from his.

„No, not for this,“ His mouth curved into a smile, but his eyes remained ice cold. He traced her lips and neck with his finger, leaning closer to whisper in her ear.

„What if I told you that there is a way for you to make HIM love you. I can give you a sweet gift that will make it easier for you to take all of the love you deserve from anyone who you will desire, my love… “

As always, his voice drew her in, resonating within her, soothing her like a lullaby, luring her like a moth to a flame. She didn’t understand, but she trusted him completely.

How could she not, he was still here with her even after he made her confess her darkest thoughts and secrets to him and never once judging her for them.She believed in him and his love for her. Whatever he wanted to do to her, she would let him.

He didn’t wait for her answer, he could read it on her devoted face. She was the most entertaining toy he had played with in a such a long time. It brought him joy seeing her slowly strip away her innocence by nudging her towards acting on her vices and seeing her embrace them.

Oh, how much she had reminded him of Annelise, a wolf in a sheep’s clothing. It was time for the wolf to devour the lamb. He pressed her body to his chest and pressed his face towards her neck, biting into her skin, feeling her going limp in his arms. His thoughts were quickly swallowed by the taste of her blood and the anticipation of the Embrace.

Lola felt herself slowly disappearing into the nothingness and then being violently thrown back into her body, with a part of her now missing. The only comfort she felt was the fact that she was wrapped in the sweet embrace of the man she loved...

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Day 01 - Fangs out

Werner was furious, holding the terrified man up the wall. This scum had not only trespassed into his home, but tried to hurt the children. His children. The children that now stood in the corner, squeezing each other and crying. Their sobs only fueled Werner’s pent-up anger, finally, there was someone he knew deserved what was coming to him. He snarled at him, baring his fangs at him. The man’s eyes widening with fear at the sight of the monster that held him. Werner was almost ready to let himself lose control, wanting to just bury his fangs inside of this scumbag’s throat and for once forget about the guilt and fear of causing harm, but at the last moment he remembered the presence of Jane and Kayley. He could not kill the man in front of them. They were already terrified, what kind of a person he would be if he just traumatized them even more than they already were. And morals aside, he could not risk losing control with them in the room. ''Take her upstairs and lock the door behind you!'' His eyes met with Jane’s who was visibly shaken, he could see the fear in her eyes and it hurt him a tiny bit, because he knew that part of the fear was caused by him. Jane didn’t waste any time, grabbing Kayley and pushing her towards the stairs.Werner waited until he heard the door upstairs lock before he returned his gaze to the man who tried to plead with him to let him go,offering excuses and lies about what he had tried to do to Jane. Werner did not care. This man did not deserve mercy. Werner imagined what would happen to Jane if he hadn’t come when he did, and any doubts he had about killing this man before were gone. With his strength he easily pushed the man’s head on the side and violently bit into him. The overwhelming taste of the blood clouded his mind and for once he didn’t want the sensation to stop, there was no guilt, only satiating warm blood...

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I wanted to paint Werner right after the Embrace before he was completely disfigured. I will write the full scene of his Embrace and what led to it in some other post in the future.

The story below follows him right after the Embrace.

The night after he, on his way from a bar, found a severely burned woman and despite him wanting to take her to the hospital, she convinced him to take her to his motel room instead. He didn’t feel comfortable leaving her on her own after he had seen the men trying to burn her alive.

He was very drunk, because he was celebrating getting a contract for his and Leslie’s book that he was about to sign tomorrow. He tried his best to tend to the woman’s wounds with what he had found in the motel room and tried to talk to her to figure out what happened and if she needed any more help from him.

Werner even offered to take her to the police station to report what happened, but despite his gentle and comforting approach she was impassive and the more he tried to tell her that everything is going to be alright, the more she snapped at him.

He was in no shape to argue with her, so he decided to leave it for the morning, when he's gonna think more clearly. Maybe she will change her mind and lets him call the police or at least take her to the hospital.

After leaving the hurt woman in his bed, he tried hard to stay awake in case he would need to go to the motel manager to call an ambulance for her, but he was still quite drunk and he fell asleep on a couch after a while.

When he woke up his head hurt terribly and it took him a few minutes to shake the sharp pain off him and recollect last night's memories. When he remembered that there was a woman that was severely burned in his bed, he forgot about his pain and he rushed to see her, fearing that he might find her dead.

But the bed was empty and just now he noticed how dark all of his surroundings were, the blinds were closed and the sheets were covering the windows. He called out for the woman, but his motel room was dead silent.

Now, when he was sure the woman left, he instinctively went to check his wallet, but his ID and money, everything was in its place. He sat down, thinking that if she was able to leave, her injuries must have been less severe than it looked like. He thought that she probably got scared after he told her that he will take her to the police station to report the men that tried to burn her alive. After calming himself down, he glanced at the time at his watch and he was shocked.

It was 6pm, he rushed to the window to open the blinds only to see the evening sky. He realized that he missed his appointment with the publisher that was at at 2pm. He cursed at himself, how could he oversleep for the whole day when he had such and important appointment.

As he went to take a shower and started to wash himself, he noticed weird bruises and lacerations all over his hands and after checking, he found more of those over his whole body. He didn’t panic as he explained them as a result of getting burned while helping the woman.

When he noticed clumps of hair in his hand after drying his hair, he cleaned the mirror to see how big the damage was only to notice more injuries on his face, he could see one of his eyes clouded with a milky film. But he couldn’t get a very good look at his face, because there was something clearly wrong with the mirror, he couldn’t get his face to sharpen in the reflection and after a few desperate attempts of trying to clean the mirror he gave up and just got dressed.

He rushed out of the motel to the nearest phone booth and tried to call the publisher’s office to apologize, but nobody picked up as they were probably already closed. He then thought that he should probably call Leslie, but he couldn't because he was out of change. He realized that he was not feeling well, he had quite severe hangover and he felt that all of the adrenaline had worn out... That was why he felt so much cramping and tension inside, shattering headache and a sharp pain in his limbs and rib cage.

He decided to buy a hot dog from a nearby stand, the vendor gave him weird stares, but Werner ignored them, he smelled the hot dog and the stench was awful, but he felt so hungry, he just bit into it and as he tasted it, he couldn’t hold it inside, spitting it out immediately.

Werner turned around to go back to the vendor to tell him something about how nasty the food was, but the people on the street stared at him in disgust that he decided it was not worth it.

He then went into a first diner that he saw, hoping that maybe he can at least have a coffee to get rid of the pressing headache. Inside of the diner he was met with more of the grossed out stares from the other people, some of them even made a step back from him looking at him as he was some kind of a dirty lowlife. He politely asked for a coffee and when he took out the money, smiling at the waitress and saying that he just had a bad day, the waitress forced a smile and squeamishly took the money in a way that made Werner feel like he was contagious.

He felt so uncomfortable with his gaze buried into the table until his coffee was delivered. He was so looking forward to take a sip, but he couldn’t bring himself to actually drink it as if he knew that he won’t be able to.

After what felt like a painful eternity, he took a deep breath and with a shaking hand kicked the whole cup in his throat. Everyone at the diner stared at him, some with disgust and some with general curiosity at the weird man trying to drink a cup of coffee as if it was a shot of whiskey. He tried to hold it in as he realized that there were people watching, but he couldn’t, he started to cough, he tried to make it into the cup, but of course his hands were shaking and he spilled it all over the table.

Some of the men sitting nearby shouted some insults at him. Werner got up and started to apologize to the waitress for the mess, but she just rolled her eyes at him.

There was no point in making this even worse, everyone here thought he was some kind of a drunk idiot, so he ran on the street hoping that the fresh air will make him better.

He walked aimlessly for a bit, but soon he started to go through phases when he felt that his insides were about to tear him apart.There had to be something wrong with him, he needed to go to the hospital. But the problem was, he didn’t know where the nearest hospital was.

He tried to approach people asking for directions, but they either ignored him before he even said anything as they thought he was a homeless person begging for money or stopped to help him, but as soon as they had seen his face they backed away, leaving him frustrated and lost.

He didn’t understand why people treated him so poorly, he was polite and he showered in the morning, wore nice clothes, just because he was not feeling well, they avoided him like the plague.

It crossed his mind a few times to call Leslie, but then he always said to himself that he doesn’t need to worry her just yet, first he wanted to get checked into the hospital, find out what was wrong with him and then he would call her.

After walking aimlessly for a bit, he got tired of the weird stares, so he instinctively avoided people and chose to walk the back alleys, hoping to find a hospital or a police officer to ask for directions.

In one of the alleys he saw a homeless man sitting on the ground, covered in sheets, drinking something from a bottle. As Werner walked next to him, he saw a hat on the ground with a few pennies that people probably threw at him and he thought that today he felt how it probably feels to be in his shoes, so he took out some change and put it in his hat. “Thanks, man.”

The homeless man examined Werner’s face in the street light for a moment. “Man, you look like shit. Need a drink?” The man moved a bit to the side to make space for Werner and gestured with his hand to offer Werner to sit down. “C’mon, sit, man.”

Werner smiled at him, finally someone wasn’t repelled by him, he awkwardly sat next to the man and cautiously accepted the flask. Today was one of the worst days in his life, if it meant that he will share a drink with a man that might be unclean and homeless, but treats him like a human being, then it was what he was going to do. But once again as soon as he swallowed the drink he felt it was coming back in his throat and he barfed. The man laughed. “You don’t drink often, do you?” and tried to hold Werner’s shoulders to somehow comfort him. When Werner turned around to smile and thank the man for his humane behaviour towards him, seeing the man so close to him made him somehow overwhelmed and suddenly everything went red for him.

“Holy shit, man! What the actual fuck!” Was what he heard from somewhere in the distance and then came pain as he felt his body slammed at the wall. Werner was confused and angry, but the cramps were gone.

A different man stood over him, his red hair falling into his clearly furious face. “At least lick the fucking wound!”

Werner didn’t understand anything.“What?”

The ragged man pointed to the side when the homeless man was lying, blood pouring over his neck. “Lick it, moron, what the hell are you waiting for?!”

Werner started to shake his head putting his hands up, clearly confused at what happened and wanting to leave. But the savage man grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him above the unconscious man. “Do it!” and Werner reluctantly did.

He thought it would be disgusting, but it was quite the other way around, the drops of the blood on his neck tasted like the tears of heaven.

Werner shook the unconscious man, horrified with what he might have done to him… “Is he gonna be alright?”

The red-haired man gave the homeless man one disinterested look. “He’ll make it... probably. But that is only because I intervened, you were gonna drink him dry…”

“Now explain yourself. This is my domain, what the hell do you think you are doing here?!”

Werner was shaking and told the man everything about how he was not feeling himself since the night before and how he can’t imagine that he could do this.

The man in the denim jacket listened to everything quite impatiently. “You serious? You really have no idea what this all is?! Damn, that explains a lot. Fuck, why does this have to happen in my domain, dammit.”

Werner begged him to take him to the hospital to which the man just shook his head. “I am afraid the hospital is not what you need, dude. By how fucked up you look, you have to be one of the Lazarus’ flock. You will have to come with me.”

He gestured to Werner to follow him, but Werner reluctantly glanced at the man on the ground before following him. “I... Need to call my wife.”

Severin stopped. “Sorry to break it up to you, pal, but you are not going to call anyone.”

Werner started to back away, ready to bolt out of here, this man was clearly unstable and dangerous. He wanted to call ambulance or police and most of all he wanted to call Leslie and hear her voice telling him that everything is gonna be alright again. “I can’t just…I need to tell her…”

But before he even finished that sentence, the man grasped him by the wrist with a huge clawed hand “I told you, you are coming with me. Voluntarily or not.”

His yellow eyes glared with rage and he crushed Werner’s wrist more. ''Do you understand now?!” The fear of this monstrous man made him give up and just nod in defeat.

Severin took him down to the docks where he knew the other Nosferatu frequented. The whole way Werner thought about what the hell he got himself into, wishing he could turn back time.

Werner © me/doloresdraws

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‘Been a lot of places And none of them were home Always told myself that I'd be Better off alone Float up from my body Been longing for the moon

If I left the world Would anybody miss me while I look down on this city thinkin' "Should I have loved you more?" And maybe you'd be with me, darlin’ If I hadn't gone, and left the world ‘

Do you remember my Ventrue Vasilisa I painted a few weeks ago? This is her second half, her younger brother & Childe Anton. If it was up to him, he would not even be here anymore. But he is still here, because of her...

Anton is blood bonded to Vasilisa, and he knows that she does all of the things that she does for him, because she believes that it is what he needs to finally embrace this existence. Somehow, she thinks that he needs the influence and power.And that putting him in the position of being the Ventrue Primogen and making everyone think that he is a man that was born to lead will somehow make all of his doubts and melancholy go away.

Anton knows she loves him, and he loves her too, she is his sister, and she has always tried to protect him, but deep in his heart he feels like a lifeless puppet that only exists because she can’t let go of him.

He hates this existence, and feels like he shouldn’t have ever been allowed into this life, he was supposed to die and after years of dealing with his declining health he found solace in the idea of death.

Yet now he was stuck in a life where he was neither alive nor truly dead, feeling like a ghost yet still having to pretend, to feel and to dream.

He never shares these deep thoughts of emptiness and sadness with anyone anymore, he used to share them with Vasilisa, but after a while he realized that she just cannot comprehend it and only gets upset at him and his inability to enjoy the new chance he got at life.

And of course, it had crossed his mind more than a few times to wait for the sun to see it for the last time, but he can’t bring himself to disappoint Vasilisa like this, after all that she had done and is still doing for him.

Instead, he pretends and acts as she wishes him to, fulfilling her expectations of his unlife, while his mind often drifts away...

There was a time in his unlife when he was quite content and even thought he might find a purpose and some joy in this existence. When he gradually fell in love with one of the daughters of their ghoul family that they raised and employed in various positions around their estate. He had seen her grow up, content and even happy with her life, never realizing that she was never really free. He wished he was living in such obliviousness.

Josephine made him feel a bit more connected to the present, he loved to watch her dance and often took her to the social events, because she was so charming and graceful with her black hair and big, blue eyes, he enjoyed showing her off.

There was a lot that he couldn’t talk to her about, but even despite that she made him want to feel more alive. He even told her he wanted to marry and even Embrace her if it was what she desired.

Unfortunately, that never happened, not long after he expressed his desires for Josephine to join him and Vasilisa, he was manipulated into trading Josephine’s life for a valuable information with the Nosferatu.

He didn’t want to do it, but he was pressured by Vasilisa and he regrets it to this day. He believes Josephine was either murdered or thrown somewhere in the depth of the sewers to be a part of a herd for Nosferatu.

He doesn’t know it, but the truth is Vasilisa was the one who set everything with the Nosferatu, so she could get rid of Josephine. At first she was happy that Anton found himself some occupation, after all it was just a ghoul, a beautiful woman, but still just a property. But when Anton told her that he wants not to only marry her, but also ask Prince for the Embrace permit, Vasilisa kept calm, but inside she was livid.

S She couldn’t let him waste such great opportunity on a ghoul, she would never allow him to Embrace anyone who was not of their blood. They were a family and she intended to keep it that way, even if it meant disposing of a woman her brother have loved.

She didn’t feel guilty, because she felt she was doing it for him, but she knew he wouldn’t understand, so she had to make it seem as it was a Nosferatu demand and she had nothing to with it.

Everyone knew how much of a pride trophy Josephine was to Anton, so it wasn’t hard to convince him that the Nosferatu would want to take it away from him to teach him a lesson or just to make him feel as bitter as they are. While he believes she is gone forever, Lazarus actually decided not to kill her, because he grew fond of her and decided to Embrace her instead. But no one except him knows that Mirabelle is actually Josephine, Anton’s former ghoul lover.

Dominate abilities never came naturally to Anton and he avoids using them on people whenever possible and only resorts to Dominate if there isn’t any other choice. It always leaves him confused and with a horrible headache as if each time he does it, he lost a part of himself. There is also the moral aspect of invading privacy of one place, everyone has a right to feel safe and alone with their thoughts…

To other Kindred he might come off as quite cold and distant, always straight on the topic and unapproachable, but the more perceptive Kindred might pick up on him hiding a fragile, pained man who couldn’t care less about Kindred society or power.

Anton © me/doloresdraws lyrics © If I left the world by Gryffin, feat. Marina & Model child

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Some of the sketches I did lately. I guess I don’t really draw anything else than my WoD characters, who am I kidding it is mainly just Nossies :D

I really have to work on my skills, there is so much I want to do with them (comics, full storytelling illustrations, NSFW art XD)

Meanwhile enjoy my mix of everything from serious to silly :)

all characters belong to © me/doloresdraws ❤

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I am slowly filling this OC question meme with all my WoD characters and it is a lot of fun, but also very exhausting.

Here is your chance to get to know more about Stanley, my sewer goblin Nosferatu boy ❤ ❤ ❤

❤ There is also a video process of this painting on my Youtube channel ❤

1) Stanley rarely gets angry, when he is supposed to be angry he instead get anxious and either starts to talk nonsense or stays silent.

2) He finds the idea lovely, but he knows that he will never meet anyone he could call a soulmate

3) More than being a pet peeve it just really makes him uncomfortable: when people are loudly shouting at him or at someone else.

4) He often thinks about his early childhood before he was seprated from his baby sister.

5) Probably the time he spent in the hospital before he found out about the Nosferatu and became their ghoul. Before that incident, he was feeling safe, taken care of and loved having a routine, knowing the place well and always looked forward to visits from his sister.

6) When he was separated from his sister and put into different foster homes.

7) He wouldn’t even go to a bar, too many people and too loud for his taste.

8) He was pretty badly beaten up when he was living on the street, but nothing was ever broken. After the Embrace he made Maks (his Sire) pretty unhappy a few times which resulted in him getting a few broken ribs. He tries to stay away from danger, but sometimes it doesn’t work out.

9) He would like to forget finding a dead woman’s body in the sewers.

10) His happiest memory is playing peek-a-boo with his sister in the driveway, he was oblivious about the world and his future. Life was good at that moment.

11) No, he doesn’t. His type is everyone who would treat him nice and made him feel safe :) He currently has a woman he got kinda attached to, only because she was nice to him when he accidentally bumped into her on the street. He had a hoodie over his face and it was dark. She thought he was a homeless kid. She helped him gather all of the small trinkets he dropped in the collision and he was captivated by her kindness, so he followed her home XD

12) Many – he has a collection of various random things he found in the sewers, he collects everything that catches his attention – mainly some personal things like rings, bracelettes, scrunchies, he even found a photo album. He remembers the exact place he found each of his possessions and he likes to imagine stories for each item. He keeps bracelet of the dead woman in case he would one day found out her identity and could return it to her family.

13+14) He has no tattoos or piercings, only way too many fangs in his small mouth that pierce his lips and cheeks XD

15) His dream house would be somewhere where he would be frozen in time as a happy child together with his sister.

16) You would not expect to find out that he is actually not a child, but a grown man, his small and frail stature is deceiving.

17) He has always good intentions with gifts, but he is not the best at choosing gifts XD He misjudges other people’s interest in smelly, sewer treasures XD

18) He knows he has a great memory, but because it has brought him so much trouble, both internal and external, he isn’t really proud or even happy he has an eidetic memory.

19) A stranger would describe him as a weird, smelly kid who talks too fast XD

20) Someone who spent more time around him and got to know him more (Mateusz) would describe him as a scared, smol man who might look like he can’t even count to ten but is actually very clever, but let others walk all over him because he is afraid of conflict.

21) He, himself is a walking insecurity :) But his biggest one is to not be understood when talking as he normally talks pretty fast, but when he is nervous and considering how many fangs he has it is sometimes hard for him to make sense and then he gets even more agitated as he is worried he will convey the message in a wrong way.

22) Physical: dexterity, non-physical: wits

23) Depends on the nature of the lie, most likely he would just nod and tried to understand the reason why he was lied to.

24) He has fond memories of the summer as when he was on the street, summer nights were warm and he didn’t have to worry about freezing to death. Aside this he is indifferent to the weather.

25) From romantic point of view he never had anyone he could say these words to, in general terms he only said I love you to his sister. He wouldn’t have a problem saying it first, but as a Nossie he knows that chances of him finding someone who would even want to spend time with him are almost none, so he will probably never say it to anyone else.

26) His only issue with openly sharing his worries is his fear of not being believed or worse be punished, so it depends on the person. If he knows that the person won’t get angry at him, he will share his worries.

27) No, he never saw anyone die. But the dead woman in the sewers was the first dead body he saw and he can’t erase the empty look on her face, it haunts him every night. He feels sad for her, being left there nameless, alone, dumped like trash. She surely had family somewhere and maybe they are still looking for her to this day…just like his sister is looking for him…

28) He totally is ticklish, he is very sensitive to touch, mainly because he is not used to be touched at the first place.

29) Very low pain tolerance, he hates being in physical pain and he knows that he now can heal pretty much everything, but it doesn’t take away the fact that he would much rather avoid getting hurt in the first place.

30) He wishes he would have been brave enough to say no to some of the things he is asked to do.

31) He isn’t a particularly messy eater, he mainly feeds on rats, not because of the guilt, but because he thinks that feeding from mortals is very stressful and scary ordeal.

32) Most unloved: when he got stuck obfuscated in the same room as the woman he followed home and unfortunately had to watch her and her date being intimate with each other. Not only he felt innapropriate, but it made him feel so lonely and sad that he never in his life felt so safe with someone to share such closeness and now he never will.

33) When he was reunited with his sister after years apart. Despite her being the younger sibling she basically took care for him and did everything she could to get his mental health problems under control.

34) He would most likely hate to lose touch as he likes to touch things XD On the other hand he would gladly lost hearing, so he could no longer spy on people :D

35) He likes small talk, because it feels relaxing and he doesn’t have to worry about saying too much.

36) He would have asked Maks if he ever cared about him as a person or if he just considered him a tool, a good asset to have because of his memory skills.

37) To the past, to his early childhood to spend more time as a naive child with the person he cares the most in the world.

38) positive: his sister – she made him feel loved and made him feel like he mattered, the staff and other patients in the hospital – they made him feel safe, cared for and not alone, negative: various people he met while he was on the street, his foster families, and to an extent his biological parents though he didn’t meet with them after.

39) Depends, in the hospital he liked being surrounded by people because they were nice and he felt safe with them, as a Nossie he prefers to be alone because the other Kindred most often than not scare him. He likes to spend time with Jamie (the ghoul that is living in the sewers with them) because of her child-like personality, she seems harmless and he likes that.

40) The scary thing that he had seen in one part of the tunnels one night, nobody believes him but he is pretty sure there is something terriyfing livin there. Aside this probably his Sire Maks, but he had heard that he met Final death.. apparently by Mateusz’s hands of all people…

Stanley © me/doloresdraws

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‘And I'd be anything for you But I'll never fit the bill

You consume my thoughts I'm not sure that I'm in yours at all Your mind is too far gone to see

The worst part of it all Is that I desperately still want Someone who never wanted me'

I'm only your everything When you feel alone’

Katya is a Ventrue, a Childe of Prince of Moscow, she made things difficult for Ioseph, leading him on and then betraying his trust putting him and all of Nossies to Prince's disgrace.

She is neonate and has always been a big overachiever, and now more than ever just wanted to surpass Anastasia's expectations and show that her Embrace was justified. She didn't expect Anastasia to just lose patience with the Nosferatu and ban their existence in Moscow...

Ioseph had forgiven her, he realized he should have known better, he shouldn't have trusted her. He believed that there was something more between them and he made a mistake.

Everyone now hates him and he has to hide even from fellow brood mates who want to kill him in hope that the Prince will then decides to take them back.

Katya feels guilty, because the truth is she has feelings for him and when they are emailing or texting she wants him, but whenever she sees him in person she can't deal with the whole Nosferatu package, she can barely bring herself to look at him, less alone touch him.

And even if she overcome her repulsion, she is a coward and would be ashamed if anyone know that she loved a Nosferatu. She is a prissy, quite selfish person. Not to say that she wouldn't want to atract Anastasia's wrath by associate herself with now prohibited Nosferatu clan.

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| time-lapse of the painting on my youtube |

❤ I wrote these for Twitter, but decided to post them here as well ❤

Werner Adler, Nosferatu residing in San Francisco, Embraced in 1970 in his mid 30s.

1. Werner is pretty chill most of the time, more than angry he gets frustrated from not being satisfied with his writing or when he says something that makes complete sense, yet the other person still fails to acknowledge it, especially when it is about something important.

2. I think he never believed in soulmates, until he met Leslie. Now when she is gone, a part of him is gone too.

3. His pet peeves: When people call themselves stupid or speak about themselves in a degrading way, especially women and children. Also when he sees grammar mistakes like they're/their, etc.

4. Unfortunately, what used to be his happy place now brings him a lot of pain, so he rarely allows his thoughts to venture there. When Leslie was still alive and he thought she was living a happy, fulfilled life somewhere, he often thought about their life together.

5. He has suffered from depression since his teens, but his happiest time was when Leslie said yes to his clumsy proposal, they got married and were planning their future together. Despite his coming and going depression and some bad days, she made him very happy.

6. His least happy time: Finding out that Leslie was dead, running to the hospital morgue and seeing and holding her lifeless body in his arms.

7. I think he is neither. He would sit at the bar minding his own business.

8. As a mortal, he never had any serious physical injuries (mainly because he was at home most of the time) As a vampire he got his wrist broken by the Gangrel who had found him after the Embrace, Werner didn't understand anything and wanted to just run away.

9. He doesn't really remember his Embrace as he was passed out sleeping, so the Embrace itself isn't a traumatic experience for him. There is a lot he would rather forget during his Kindred existence, but nothing tops his desperate attempt of Embracing Leslie's dead body.

10. His childhood wasn't exactly filled with many good memories. His parents argued a lot and it ended up in divorce that left him living with his quite overprotective mother. His fav memory would probably be time he spent hanging out with his best friend, a neighbor kid Mike.

11. Honestly, no, he doesn't have a type. He was seriously in love only with Leslie. They had a connection right away as she as an artist understood his need to be sometimes left alone with his writing and at the same time possessed quite a different, more positive outlook in life.

12. A pen that he bought from his first salary. Lucky for him, he was able to keep it even after his Embrace. Also his and Leslie's wedding rings and her journal that he stole after sneaking into her husband's hotel room and going through her things.

13. +14. No tattoos or piercings, even if he wasn't a Kindred/Nosferatu he wouldn't even consider it. He is quite old school, he doesn't really like them.

15. He had his dream house already. Not long before he got Embraced, he and Leslie had bought a house in a small town in Maine. It wasn't much, but they had so many plans for the garden and for the kid's rooms.

16. I think others, especially Kindred of other clans wouldn't probably expect him to be so well-mannered, gentle and well-spoken considering his dishevelled, unclean looks. He just sees no point in showering or caring for his look when he isn't really socializing with anyone anyway.

17. He is very thoughtful when it comes to gifts. He is that kind of person that would give you a present out of the blue, just because he would see something that he thinks you would enjoy.

18. He has a love-hate relationship with his writing. Some days he thinks he is really good at capturing the right mood with his words, other days he is questioning his writing skills and if he should even continue. He isn't proud of anything that he does, unfortunately.

19. A stranger would probably describe him as a sad man who desperately needs a bath and new clothes.

20. A close friend (Kayley) would describe him as kind & caring, but broken man who is trying his best and tries to do the right things.

21. He actually isn't concerned about his looks at all, he didn't care much about his looks even when he looked normal. His biggest insecurity is fear that somehow deep inside he is a bad person and that he somehow deserves what happened.

22. Physical: dexterity, non-physical: Intelligence.

23. If he knew that the lie was for his own good, he would actually appreciate the thought. If it was a lie to spare him from fear (I am looking at you Kayley) he would get upset at the sheer irresponsibility and the harm that could have happened and you would be in for a lecture.

24. He doesn't care much for the weather when he's spending most of his nights alone in his sewer haven, but he finds rainy nights inspiring and accurate to his own feelings of despair. He sometimes goes to the cemetery when it pours, stands in the rain and allows himself to cry.

25. He has no problems saying I love you to the people that he cares about when it feels right and appropriate to the situation. Though he usually never says it first, but more as a response :)

26. He doesn't like to talk about his worries - like when he was a mortal he really didn't like to talk about his fear of not having enough skill to make it as a writer, as he felt like he was failing Leslie to not make enough money for them to be able to raise a family.

27. He murdered a man that was a threat to Kayley and Jane. He really thought that there wasn't another way, but he sent the children away while he did it, so they didn't have to see. He was on the verge of frenzy and part of him could justify the murder as the man was a scumbag.

28. He isn't ticklish, but he would probably try to stop you tickling him anyway.

29. As a mortal, he had pretty low pain tolerance, but as a Nosferatu and after Leslie's death he realized that any amount of physical pain was nothing compared to the crippling pain and guilt that he feels inside everytime his mind slips and he thinks about what happened.

30. He wishes he had the courage to walk up to Kyle (Leslie's then husband) and tell him that he was sorry, that he was weak, selfish and negligent and that it was his fault that Kyle lost his wife and his unborn child. But of course, he never did it, and now Kyle is an old man.

31. Messy: feeding is a very stressful ordeal for him, he only feeds on the homeless men from his herd and he gives them money for it. It's always a terrible time for him, it takes him a while to actually bite down and then he wants to be done with it as soon as possible.

32. When 14 yo Kayley made him bite her after she found out the truth about what he was and she wanted a proof that it didn’t hurt when he fed on people, despite him reassuring her it didn’t. He was deeply hurt by this request, but he forgave her, he realized she was just a curious child, she didn't know how much pain this was causing him.

33. When Leslie found him and despite seeing how he changed, she still told him she loved him and was willing to stay with him. And maybe even more when they had met a few years later and despite the time, he could still see love for him in her eyes like nothing had changed…

34. Hard choice between vision & touch. Both would hinder his ability to write and that is that is the only thing that keeps him somehow sane. Well, together with caring for Kayley, but as she is growing older it is better she sees less of him and has a normal life.

35. He can hold on small talks pretty well,it's actually the only kind of talk he is willing to have with other Kindred after Leslie's death. Mirabelle especially noticed the change in his behavior, but she understands that they weren't really friends and she has no right to pry.

36. He would ask Leslie if she can forgive him for what happened to her and her unborn child. But the truth also is that he is absolutely terrified at the idea as he fears that the truth is that wherever she is, she hates him.

37. The past-so he would have never traveled to San Francisco, or at least he would have traveled to the night when Leslie came to him and this time he would be stronger and pushed her away, not letting her touch him... The future is pointless, there is nothing left there for him.

38. Positive - Leslie made him feel understood, Kayley - gave him some will to live back, Jane - made him feel like he made a difference in her life by persuading her to own her mistakes.

Negative - His Sire who made him question why he deserved this fate for his kindness.

39. He was used to live alone, then he met Leslie and then he was alone again. He was always a solitary person, so the solitude and isolation actually didn't even bother him after the Embrace.

40. The worst had already happened to him, so for a time there wasn't really anything that would make him terrified. But then he met Kayley and of course he fears for her safety as he feels responsible for her. He's afraid that her compassion will one day cost her her life.

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‘I hate to see you hurt but I love to watch you cry I want to make you squirm, I want to get you high I like to watch you sleep, watch the light break through your eyes I want to crawl into your skin like a poison parasite

Tell me if it hurts, tell me when it hurts You won't love it anymore Cause you only love me when you're bored You won't love it anymore and I'll always hate you when you go

I want to make you smile, I want to push you around I want to kiss you soft, I want to hold you down I want to live inside your lungs, I want to feel you from inside You know I'll never stop until your skin's all mine’

My first Ventrue painting - one of my few Ventrue characters - Vasilisa, she is a very cunning and determined woman, but with a very old fashioned view of the world. That's why, although she is the mastermind behind most of her and her brother's agendas, she makes Anton appear as he is the one pulling the strings. She even hides the fact that she Sired him, instead making it seem that it is the other way around, only Lazarus (Nossie Primogen) has his suspicions.

In fact, everything that she does, she does for her brother, because he is the most important person in her world, he always was... She cannot imagine the world where he would not be around. She gave up everything to keep him and still he is sometimes so ungrateful…

They were from a quite noble family, but as many people their family had struggled during the WWI and they have lost a lot, so when a wealthy man approached her family and asked for Vasilisa's hand, she had no choice than to accept... She worried leaving her sick brother alone, as he was locked at home, she was his only friend, but at the same time she knew that this marriage was the only chance for her family to get back their status.

Vasilisa became a ghoul of her husband, but it didn't take long for Grigor to realize that she was destined for greater things, he admired her strong will and her determination in everything she did, so he decided to give her the gift of the Embrace. She was a perfect Childe, well mannered, quick-learner and Grigor could not be more proud. Unknown to him, though, the only reason why she tried so hard to please Grigor was because she wanted to find a way to save her brother from dying.

She tried to ask Grigor about the possibility of Anton's Embrace, yet he told her that he is not interested in him, that he is weak and there is no point to keep him around and that she should forget about Anton, because he was not worth the effort. Of course Vasilisa couldn't do that, her brother was her everything and it was not fair that Grigor thought his life was worth less, because of his sickness. When Grigor said to her that he arranged for him and her to go to America, she pretended to be content with it.

But the truth was she was contemplating a plan and when the night of their departure approached she acted on her plan. She had killed Grigor in his sleep, first staking and then decapitating him. She ran to her family's house, telling Anton everything and offering him the Embrace. To her surprise Anton refused, he didn't think it was right, he saw the change in his sister, how cold, demanding and ruthless she had become since, but Vasilisa could not hear any of that nonsense, instead using her gifts on him to make him agree.

His lips may have said yes, but tears ran down his face as she stripped his remaining life away from him...After the Embrace Anton did not feel any joy for life as Vasilisa claimed he should feel as now he was no longer sick and could get out.

But Anton only felt guilt and despair for stealing what was not his to take. He was so depressed and suicidal that Vasilisa had to blood bond him to make him abide to her wishes for them to leave on that ship to America and start new 'life' there. With time and blood bond effects Anton started to oppose her less and accepted the fact that she just tries to keep him happy and that even he might not understand or agree with everything that she does, she knows what is best for him and does everything out of love for him.

Because the truth is they only have each other, Vasilisa is desperately trying to find some relatives, so she could Embrace them as she only considers Embracing within the family line. Anyway the inspiration for Vasilisa's & Anton's story are movies Crimson Peak and Marrowbone.

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‘Sometimes I hate every single stupid word you say Sometimes I wanna slap you in your whole face There's no one quite like you, you push all my buttons down I know life would suck without you

At the same time, I wanna hug you I wanna wrap my hands around your neck You're an asshole but I love you And you make me so mad, I ask myself Why I'm still here, or where could I go You're the only love I've ever known But I hate you, I really hate you So much I think it must be True love’

I can't believe it, but I finished one of my old WIPs from 2019. I am not 100% satisfied with how it turned out, but considering it was a very old piece, I did what I could to try and fix it to the point I was somehow happy.

The hornyiest Kindred in San Francisco. Well, Maddy is and Chester is maybe a dumb asshole, but even he is not that daft to say no when someone proposition him in that way :D

Chester is a prone to violence jerk who likes to get wasted even as a Kindred, he is not the brightest tool in the shed and one might say he has no redeeming qualities. According to Maddy, though, he apparently fucks well. XD

Madeline is on the other hand a well-educated, smart woman who has no problems adapting quickly to various social situations and at the same time not being afraid to stand up for herself. Before her Embrace she worked at her father's corporation and was tired of everyone treating her as a pretty face and thinking she only got the job because the CEO was her dad when she worked her ass off to be good at her job. She was also desperately trying to find something exciting in her life as working in a office 9-5 job among people who were only talking about their families or work was not her idea of a fulfilling life. She missed her younger years when she used to give her parents a lot of troubles when she sneaked up late in the night to party hard, snort a bit a coke and have fun with dudes older than her... I guess that is why Chester does it for her, he might be a lot uglier than what she was used to, but he's not treating her like she was made of China porcelain, also she is honestly laughing at his stupid, often offensive jokes...

Their relationship first started as just a way for her to forget for a moment about the shit she got herself into by doing something she enjoyed. But after a while she started to feel like she actually cares for him and unlike most of my other characters she expressed it to him, and Chester being a coward that he is bolted out on her immediately with his pants barely on as they were in the middle of the thing :D :D

It took him a few days to face her again and she was ready for him mocking her about her feelings, because she thought he didn't feel the same... To her surprise, after getting unreasonably angry at her not being able to shut up and let him speak, he apologized for leaving like that and actually admitted having feelings for her too, mentioning that he was never a good man and to consider if that was what she really wanted.

She made it clear to him that she wasn't a good girl either and pulled him in for a kiss ''I love you dumb, ugly asshole and I just thought you should know'' They made up and were officially together since that night making the only official nossie couple in the SF sewers XD

Some of the Nossies rolled eyes at them being all over each other all the time XD Mirabelle couldn't understand why such a smart girl would waste her time with that drunk idiot. But honestly Mirabelle didn’t think much of any man beside Lazarus (her Sire/the Primogen).

Theodor (Chester’s & Maddy’S Sire) was making creepy, inappropriate jokes and Maddy sincerely hoped he was not secretly watching them make out Spoiler: he sometimes was.

It was fun while it lasted. But after a few months Chester realized that she was out of his league, his man-pride/ego could not handle the fact that she was clearly better educated, smarter and more capable than him in many things.. It didn't matter to her at all, but for him it was too much to handle.

The other reason that led him to break up with her was that she tried to push him into trying to help his daughter Jamie, who was his/his Sire's ghoul living in the sewers with the Nosferatu for the majority of her life. He hated that this discussion always made him feel guilty, he was aware of how shitty father he was and he didn’t need her to remind him that.

He didn't want Maddy to find out that he was a coward who was afraid of Theodor and what he would do to him, Maddy or Jamie if Chester tried to free Jamie. She was a ghoul for a very long time, so even if he did help her and did not give her Vitae, her age would soon catch up with her... She wouldn’t know how to function in the world outside. There was nothing he could do for her, or at least he made a lot of excuses for himself to not even try.

So yeah, Chester chose to dump Maddy for both, his selfish reasons and also to keep her away from putting herself in danger while trying to make a better person out of him.

Their break up was quite messy, he said some nasty things to her to make his point clear and she said some stuff that she didn't really mean, because she couldn't believe he was really dumping her. She didn't know his real reasons,only the shitty ones he made up which hurt her deeply. They called each other names a lot during their relationship, but it was more in a teasing, joking kind of way, she couldn’t believe he would seriously thinking about her like that.

Maddy was not a person who would cry after a break up, she was more angry at him than sad. But after their break up Maddy often found herself thinking about just asking him for sex, because it's not that she could just quickly find someone who would be willing to do her and not that there was many options anyway XD (Theodor doesn't counts, he is just BIG NO) but then she always remembered that she had pride and so she never followed up with her desire to.

Now they barely talk. They basically only talk to each other when it is about something concerning a 'work task' or something general around the presence of others of their clan. Despite pretending things between them are over, they feel something for each other, which sometimes makes it hard for them to be around each other, which leads both of them often making snappy remarks at each other to cover the fact seeing each other makes them uncomfortable. They are both quite good at acting indifferent, so they both think the other one doesn’t think about the other anymore XD

#my art #doloresdrawsocs #oc Chester #oc Maddy #clan nosferatu #VTM #VTR #vampire the requiem #vampire the masquerade #nossie #digital painting #vamily #nwod #World Of Darkness #wod #chronicles of darkness

I started to do these random nosferatu sketches to warm myself up before starting to work on something more challenging or just to paint something when I am not really feeling very creative. I am having a lot of fun with the design and colors.

These are not my ocs, just random Nossie designs, if you want to use them in your games feel free to do so :)

#my art #vampire the requiem #vampire the masquerade #World Of Darkness #vtm #vtr #nWod #vamily #digital sketch #chronicles of darkness #nossies #clan nosferatu

I would really love to have a more simple, more stylized style to be able to create more complex scenes and character anatomy without spending ages on rendering when I just want to do something less serious or to capture a moment, so I am trying to find the right way to sketch, trying various styles, but still I feel like it is so hard XD

Anyway, since I started this blog anew, it is a good time to start slowly introducing my characters.

These two Nossies are my two most favorite characters. Werner is a gentle, sad boy with a lot of guilt and Mateusz is an angsty, numb bad boy who doesn’t like to talk about them, feelings XD

Werner resides in San Francisco and had a wife before the Embrace while Mateusz is currently on the run (because he committed Diablerie on Portland’s Prince and then killed his Sire).

They have never met in my stories.

I have a lot of written about their background, so if you are interested keep your eyes open for future posts or follow me ❤

I also included their picture as mortals that I did last year. Hope you are all ready for all my incoming WOD character spam ^_^

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When I don’t have much time for actual paintings, but I still want to make some art I love to spend time sketching concepts for possible future artworks.

Werner has a really hard time coping with Leslie’s untimely death for which he feels responsible :( I really hope to someday make this sketch into a painting, but I have so many WIPs to finish that it might take some time.

And I also wanted to sketch Leslie and Werner during their marriage when they were happy and totally oblivious of what’s to come. ❤

#my art #OC Werner #oc leslie #World Of Darkness #vampire the requiem #vampire the masquerade #vtm #vtr #wod #nWod #chronicles of darkness #clan nosferatu #doloresdrawsocs #vamily #digital sketch

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