KILLER PROM QUEEN

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xxerxesx

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"That's right, I run shit for real. That's how you know I know what I'm talking about. Fuck the Senate," he reiterates, feeling perfectly emboldened to speak his mind. "A fun time is a fun time, whatever the hell you want to do. If that's ripping apart a nunnery or gorging on blood until you puke, do whatever the hell you want. Just don't get caught. Tear up a body enough and it gets hard to say what kind of beast did it." But they didn't need to take extreme risks all the time, not when Rome still had plenty of places where vamps could be themselves. "Good or bad don't mean crap, it's all about whether you're dope or lame. C'mon, I'll show you. Let's go rave."

#excuse her please she doesn't really know him #so she just assumes stuff #( Xerxes 1 )

Dulce's mouth fell open as she looked at the other vampire. His entire way of wording just happened to be nothing she would've expected from someone like him, so Dulce practically showed off her emotions without thinking twice about hiding them. "You're fucking serious, are you? Oh, my God." She got all hot and bothered then, "fuck, what else can you do with a mouth like that? Are you some sort of vampire rebel?" he was already suggesting for them to go to a rave, "well, what are we waiting for then?" she was ready to take him up on that offer, knowing there weren't as many vampires like him, those who rebelled against the restrictions. "Why are you so against the rules, by the way? I'm just curious, since, you know, that's not in your job description."

sabinabrutus

who: @dulcesalazar where: backrooms of Just a Bite

Sabina did a very good job at playing at being okay, she was far from though and so she poured tequila shot after tequila shot, tried to smoke away the pain and yet she couldn't clear her mind from all those she had witness die from her place inside the Cerebro. She couldn't opt to forget even if she died before the end from the plague that had returned as her powers of memory projection made sure the haunted memories remained. It was why she sought another high, another way to become disembodied, hoping that Dulce would drink enough that Sabina could briefly feel her spirit leave her body and finally be able to forget the pain. It was why she had her raven locks brushed to one side and her neck offered freely. "Drink until you desire m'dear."

Sabina. Her most intoxicating bite yet, next to Cruz of course. Something about her was addicting, may it be her blood, her smirk, whatever it was, Dulce couldn't get enough of her. "You're being too kind, as per usual," Dulce commented upon seeing her exposed neck, causing her to salivate almost immediately. With her fangs hurting in the process, Dulce tried to focus on their surroundings. Sabina offered herself to the vampire, in one of the backrooms, Ayla could possibly not say anything against that, so she let her hands wander over Sabina's leg. "Mh, thank you," Dulce's thumb brushed over Sabina's lover lip before her own head tilted to the side, taking in the first few whiffs of her scent before the aching within her mouth got worse. Fangs dug gently into Sabina's neck, just enough to have her blood pour down into Dulce's mouth, coating her tongue. She couldn't suppress the slight moan escaping in between sips, and, to stop herself from going too far, the vampire almost violently removed herself from Sabina, fangs quickly freeing themselves from her neck. "You're still so exquisite. It's always such a pleasure having you near," the vampire gently cradled Sabina's cheek.

#( Sabina 1 )

cruzosorio

Cruz wasn't much of a talker. Really, he could go hours spending time with someone and not saying a single word. Of course that probably didn't help with the relationships he made in his life, but that didn't bother him much. He wasn't looking for anyone to keep him company. The fact that he had a roommate was plenty at the moment. And he found Bishop to be insufferable half the time. Not that that changed anything. They were still living together and he didn't really plan on moving out. The other Darkfriend was a good sport about his anger so, honestly, it was the best he was going to get. Still, he was very much surprised that Dulce wanted to even be around him. Then again, maybe he shouldn't have been. She'd given him a blowjob on their first meeting and now she had a very tight grip on the bulge in his pants. Yeah, he really wasn't all that surprised as they finally landed upon the cambion. Nobody would miss him. There was fear in the man's eyes that Cruz certainly reveled in. Good. He loved to see these supernatural beings scared. "Has anyone told you that you play with your food too much? Or not yet?" He moved closer, his gaze glancing quickly at the scales that had formed on his hand before he ran the blade across the cambion's neck. As the halfblood crumbled to the floor, he let out a breath and his shoulders lifted into a shrug. "That could've been more exciting."

#( Cruz 2 )#violence tw #death tw

There was something so addictive about hunting with Cruz. It wasn't just because she was hunting alongside a man she couldn't get enough from, but also the fact that they shared similar values, at least in regards to some things. She enjoyed their little hunts, her helping him out whenever possible while also getting her fair share of drinks along the way. Dark, veiny eyes eventually looked towards Cruz as she held the Cambion in place, anticipating the kill. "Not enough, for my liking," not that she had any fantasies of being completely cruel, no she enjoyed the hunt rather than the actual kill. The feeding part was the inevitable peak, the rush, everything she'd worked for coming to an abrupt halt. And, as Cruz slid the Cambion's neck, Dulce immediately slurped up the blood leaking from the wound, licking alongside it to really savor the taste. Eventually, Dulce let go of the man and licked her own lips clean. "We can hunt them for much longer next time," she wanted to move closer, but got caught off-guard by his own heartbeat and the way his eyes had remained in this vampiric state. Now, Dulce tried to calm herself down, enough to lose her monstrous look. "I still don't get why you spared me that day. Sick or not, you probably could've outsmarted me while I was down there," she grinned, "I just wanted you, I don't care if it's wrong or not. You know I'd never hurt you, babe."

zoeysalisu

“At this point I don’t think anyone in Rome is okay,” Zoey snorts with a small shrug. She knows that she is included amongst those numbers, what with the way she still can’t put anything around her neck without panicking and how she tries to avoid fires because they remind her of what Pythia had shown her before her death. Dying left a mark, and it’s one she notices every time she hesitates on an outfit or looks away from the flames. “But no, they aren’t being rude, just weird. Kon avoided me for a while, then apologized, and Jamie tried to give me one of those Serious™ talks, and I am pretty sure a couple of people are thanking me for nothing and giving me free stuff so like. Wild.” She takes the free shit though, because she is not stupid and free stuff is always better than what you paid for but she doesn’t know why they keep giving it to her. “And yeah, I get what you mean. Got to make sure we don’t let things that we don’t remember bring us down and all, right? So mmmm… Can I get some AB?”

Dulce sighed, with dead air leaving her lungs in an instant. Ever since the war, surprisingly, more of her human habits had either developed or left her completely. There was nothing even remotely human about her life anymore, but if there was one habit she couldn't get rid of, then it was her frequent sighs without the need of them, technically. "Serious talks? Your maker? Couldn't be me," she wondered if Angel would ever talk to her in a serious tone. They were both too focused on the fun parts of vampirism, so they sort of lived high risk lives, more or less, "but I'm glad they do, you deserve every bit they give you, honestly. Which makes the whole drinking fake blood situation so much worse," Dulce rolled her eyes, "I just want to drink, from the vein," and yet, at Zoey's request, Dulce didn't hesitate to get a bottle for the young vampire. "You don't have any direct vampire siblings, right? I could possibly introduce you to Sümeyye if you want or do you know her already?" Probably, she was the newer one, still.

#( Zoey 2 )

wadecalhoun

"I'm seein' that," her demeanor and her fate spoke it all, though Wade wasn't sure of the details, it hardly took much to convince the Archer when staring at her within the confines of a vampire's paradise. He blinked, taken aback by the statement of being betrothed to someone merely because one's duty had been slaying monsters and culling the herd; inevitably, Wade laughed, shaking his head, "You definitely went to the extreme, yeah. Couldn't you meet in the middle? I think if you still were a human you'd be quite alright," the Archer suppressed a snicker, it was hard to think that someone from a notorious hunter family, one that had been intimately apart of the Eye, had chosen such deliberate fall form notoriety.

Dulce had hated her human life, despised the rules and social norms that went along with being a hunter in training and the constant bullying from her peers. Her obsession with the supernatural hadn't developed instantaneously, but rather over time, building up to finding a vampire and becoming his Thrall, like any good girl gone bad would do. The vampire wrinkled her nose at Wade's suggestion. "Meet in the middle, how exactly? Be with a vampire but not getting turned? My father would've found out and just marked me as a traitor, I'd rather be a traitor and go all the way, no, thank you." She clicked her tongue, "so there's no part of you that's drawn to the idea of the supernatural? You're such a hater," she joked with a grin.

#( Wade 2 )#bullying tw

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xxerxesx

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It was for vampires like her that Xerxes' resolve hardened so quickly. He spent so much of his immortal life on a leash that the notion of collaring in any regard made him boil with rage. Vampires used to be on top of the world and now because of the mistakes of some useless crusties he had to lead them through this nonsense. It simply wasn't fair. "Yeah, I bet it's been boring. Sure we get our parties and our occasional blood fountains but being what we are is so much more." Regardless of sire lines, all vampires were scourges, or at least they shoudlv'e been. They fed on the life of this realm, and he hated how he was expected to behave like a caged dog at the precipice of his freedom. "Fuck the monarchy. Fuck the Senate. They don't want restrictions to keep everyone safe, they just want to keep us down. The magisters, the Originals, the other Senators should fear us. We could have the greatest community ever here!" he exclaimed, accidentally allowing himself to get riled up. Xerxes just really hated that the babies weren't allowed to have any fun. "Being a vampire is supposed to be about self-indulgence. Eternal self-indulgence. Don't cope with the bullshit, just have fun. That's what I plan to do."

"Aren't you like some sort of Triumvir? One of the higher ups? Oh, a Senator, right? The Pluto Senator?" she immediately changed her posture, getting more rigid. However, that posture changed rather quickly upon hearing Xerxes talk. He certainly wasn't like all the others. Much more open-minded and adventurous, he seemed to be one of the vampires Dulce could fully identify with. But how far could she take this before he'd disapprove? Trial and error. "F-fuck the senate? I guess, if that's the plan," Dulce joked, "and what's your idea of a good time? Of having fun? We're not allowed to hunt," she whispered and smirked. As a Mars vampire she'd tried to compell her victims, to give herself a sense of security while she didn't hunt with Cruz. But otherwise... with Cruz, all bets were off. "I'm not sure if you're just here to test me. I promise to be good. As good as a bad girl can get, I guess."

#( Xerxes 1 )

wadecalhoun

a starter for @dulcesalazar, where: hakan's partay

"You're not gonna run this time, right?" Snickered plainly as Wade stuck to the walls of the overrun castle like some wallflower, when really the darkfriend was observing each monstrosity as they indulged greedily. Dulce was amongst them and though her vampiric speed had her assuming she'd not seen him that night, Wade knew her as a former Eye affiliate; another loss to darkness.

The vampire huffed. In what world would she ever run from a hunter? Giggling nervously, Dulce just shrugged and winked at the other. "I only run head first into danger, apparently. What makes you think you can ask me that?" She approached him then, intrigued by the whole conversation. Despite having been turned a few months prior and having endured a war she could barely remember, Dulce hadn't shied away from being reckless. Instead, she let the current take her away, further into the darkness. "Wade, yes. I think my dad used to tell me about you all the time. You know, marriage between hunter families still seems quite common. My parents did just that," Dulce rolled her eyes, "pathetic. Right now, as a vampire, I can finally choose for myself. Everything."

#( Wade 2 )

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cruzosorio

It wasn't often that Cruz had people hunting with him. Really, he only bothered when he felt like it was necessary. Otherwise, he was on his own. It probably wasn't a safe tactic, but he'd been surviving for most of his life now. Hunting was no different. To be honest, it had always felt like what he was supposed to do with his life. After Ximena, it felt even more necessary. Lycans were always his meal of choice, but he'd take what he could get now. One life for the Brotherhood, one less death for him. How he had let Dulce be involved with this was a mystery. She was messy. She grated on his nerves. Yet he still wanted to be around her. Maybe it was a compliment that she loved his blood so much. Nevertheless, he crouched down to the floor to analyze his surroundings. "Don't worry about why I need him. You want his blood. I want to kill him." He lifted up to a standing position. The chase was always the best part. Walking towards her, his hand moved to slap her ass before gripping it, mouth moving to her ear. "Less talking, more hunting," was all he said as he let go and walked in the direction the halfblood had gone in.