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@eternallydamned1
Hello my darlings.
The names Lilith. It’s a pleasure to make yer acquaintance. Just a southern Bell from good ol’ Mississippi lookin fer some fellowship and love.. and maybe alittle somethin’ to quench my thirst..
This blog is for adults, only. NSFW So you best be 20+ or you better on gon git.
Admin is 28. This is a OCx Sinners rp blog.
With that being said let’s have some fun. Shall we?
Carmilla & Laura
art by: maena.paillet
Oh pretty art
Ye persist in this romantic vision of what it is to be a vampire, but despite my best efforts to curb it I have a taste for blood…
Our Everyday Dog, oil on textured board by Vik Rodrigues
a vampire’s quiet moans when their fangs are in your neck. i need to lie down
Don’t underestimate a woman’s power to turn darkness into a beautiful thing. Ye place a woman in darkness and… she will become it. She will dance with it. She will devour it.
can’t get this stupid vampire out of my head..
Yeahhh he has that effect on most folk…
Have you ever considered heading to New Orleans? The vamp population there is wonderful, perhaps you'd like it.
Oh yes darlin’ do I ever love New Orleans. Especially the French quarters. the music and the culture oh, it’s lovely. Though I will say I’m more of a recluse, now an’ days but I don’t mind the company every once in a while. Or a trip to the bayou just me and the gators on a full moon, pure bliss indeed.
"Remmick"
Fanart inspired by Sinners
Still handsome ain’t he?
The Black Shuck
He had been running for days- well... nights... sunset after sunset... hiding for a few hours during the day's harshest hours... glad that there was a bad storm rolling in that blotted out the sun enough to walk during the day-
But... he knew these roads, these marshes and hills... it was starting to get familiar again... he was getting back to somewhere he knew. Hunters had been on his tail for weeks... he had gotten sloppy... But it seems they were lost a day or so ago... but he wasnt gonna stop- put more distance here...
Coming down a dirt road to a home he knew well, by memory almost... he seen the lantern out on the porch...
He hoped someone was home... and the someone he thought would be home...
Rushing up the steps he moved and knocked.
"Hello? Hello? Please... I need a bit of help-" he started then he heard the door crack and trained in on it intently...
He was disheveled to say the least, clothes dirty and bloody and torn from the scrap that sent him running, hair a mess, the familiar scars down the side where that damn guitar did its business all them years ago now... it'd faded a lot... but the pale line across the side of his face still gave credence to it.
Those dark stormy grey eyes flickered about the doorframe- hoping to all things he could think of that she was still here... that people hadnt moved here and occupied...
It was starting to get light out, the sun painting the sky red even if it didnt peek out from the horizon yet... he knew he didn't have much time...
"Please?" he asked as he looked at the cracked door.
"I- a friend of mine used t' live here... I came lookin fir her... if she ain't here I'll go." he stammered out, voice breaking, that irish lilt bleeding through his voice no matter how much he tried to hide it.
@eternallydamned1
She had just started to wind down for the day. curtains drawn shutwith a book in hand and a wine glass of blood perfectly sitting next to her in her favorite little reading cornerwhen she heard it…foot steps up her front porch, heavy. Sounding rushed like they were running from something. what? she had no idea. The towns folk have gotten alittle to chatty as of late around town. Especially her neighbor across the street Mrs. Smith. Always poking her nose into business that ain’t hers.
She shut her book sighing and got up and slowly made her way to the front door eyeing the clock ticking away on her fireplace. “Half past 5 in the mornin’. What the hell could she want at this hour?” she said to herself before slowly and carefully cracking her door before she spoke.
“Now Mrs Smith I told you..” her words got cut off as she stared at the figure in front of her on her front porch..a man one she knew many moons ago standing in front of her. She stood there, staring at him slowly, blinking trying to process if he’s real. She opened the door a bit more so she could really look at him. “..Remmick?” Oddly enough he looked exactly how he did when they first met all those years ago. Aside from the giant pale scar from the side of his face.
“Well would ya like to explain to me why yer standing on my front porch lookin at me like a lost puppy dog? Because what the hell happened to ya and why the hell are ye here after all these years?” 
The second he heard her voice he all but sighed in relief-
"Oh thank god am I happy t' see you." he breathed out in half a pant, oh yeah he had been running like a mother to work up that sort of sweat and panting... he was always a swift one... regardless of which form he took.
"I was in the area- and... got into a bit of a mess... Hunters... been runnin a while now..." he said to her then sighed and she seen his shoulders drop slightly.
"I just need somewhere t' lay low for a wee bit... Promise I won' rouse no issues..." he said to her then moved to rub the back of his neck worried as he glanced back to the sun starting to peek out.
"And uh... tryin not to burn... so uh... if you could let me in... I'd appreciate it..." he said to her in a mild urgency...
"I'll tell ya more here but... could ya let me in?" he asked "Just a favor for a old friend..." he added after a moment.
She took in his figure as he spoke, to her watching how his shoulders had slumped in relief when she opened the door. She eyed him for a moment then sighed and looked around to see if there were any stragglers behind him. Once she was satisfied, no one followed him she stepped aside, offering him inside.
“Ye look like shit.” She said to him as she offered him a chair in her living room. Then proceeded to make her way into the kitchen to grab a cold wet cloth to clean some of his wounds. She walked back in with the cold cloth and a glass of blood in hand and took a seat on the small coffee table in front of him. “Alright let’s see what we’re workin with shall we?” She offered the glass to him as she tilted his chin up so she could see his face better.
“So who’d ye piss off this time hm?” She noticed the giant pale fading scar starting from the side of his head going down to his jaw. As she ran her fingers along it “What in the hell happened to this pretty mug of yers? And why do I feel like that’s who yer running from? I swear Remmick I don’t need any more trouble around here.” 
He was happy to come in, even happier to sit... seemed wore out and tired... When she said he looked bad... he didnt answer...
"Most of it's above the waist... got burned pretty bad too..." he said to her as she went to dab the rag at one of the wounds across his cheek...
"...eh... more so... who I pissed off 10 years ago..." he said to her then glanced away when she went to turn his head to look at the scar.
"Got bashed in the head with a guitar... had one of them... metal discs in it... was silver..." he said to her then as she traced it he winced... seemed painful still...
"Who's chasin me now-... the guy that did it's fans..." he said to her then sighed "Was up in Oregon... enjoyin that cloudy weather... n a group of hunters that I guess know him recognized me..." he added then huffed.
"One minute I'm enjoyin a beer n some music in some bar... next I'm droppin n runnin fir m' damn life..." he added then sighed.
Then he moved to let her see his shoulder, popping the buttons on the beat up dark flannel he'd found to save his skin from the sun a bit... bullet wound in the shoulder... burnt...
"They're gettin smarter... tippin bullets in silver." he added then winced when she went at it. The blood coming from it blackened and poisoned from the obvious burn of silver.
"Pulled the bullet... just... didnt have time t' stop n bandage... they just kept catchin up..." he said then glanced to her as she did her thing, she would see that the eye on the side where what scar was didnt reflect right... seemed clouded... like frosted glass... must've hurt something in there... probably rendered his nightvision worse for wear... but the way he was trying to keep the ear that wasnt on that side towards her seemed to also hint he couldn't hear well on that side...
He was a awful mess wasnt he... If it was bad enough to leave permanent damage on a vampire- it was nasty...
Thankfully he was alive... little bashed up and not quite the sweet face he used to be... but gave more of the kicked dog look too... seemed a lot more humbled than she knew him before too... skittish even... like a scared animal... then again... he was... his inclanations and his bloodline had lead to a more animalistic vampirism than some others... result of tribal ways and such ancient blood... even down to the fangs, where most only had a few- he had a whole maw of them... molars permanently sharpened and warped like a dogs, locking into one another... Claws that acted more like talons and were retractable... that red glint like a alligators... the noises he made at times... instincts ran stronger like a well bred hunting dog...
Such a strange thing Vampirism was... so consistent and yet- so difinitively unique from person to person... one could take a more seductive appearance like dracula, or take more animalistic appearances like nosfuratu...
"...Lost em a few days ago... somewhere in St.Louis..." he added then looked to meet her gaze. Swallowing hard, seeming scared...
"I missed you... its been... too long..." he murmured.
“10…years ago? Talk about major grudge holders…” she murmured. As she moved her hand away fast as she noticed him flinching at her touch. “Sorry” she quietly said to him then continued to listen while he told her about his journey here. She couldn’t help but feel anger bubbling up as he continued his story about his scar. He was one of her oldest friends after all she couldn’t help but feel protective over him. She couldn’t help but let out a little gasp as she saw his shoulder. “Assholes got ya good huh?” She said as she reached for some disinfected to thoroughly clean out the wounds occasionally apologizing when he would hiss in pain. “Glad ye atleast pulled that bullet out in time.” She gently reached up and moved his face and noticed his eye wasn’t reflecting, right in the light.
“Remmick can ye see out of this eye?” She asked him as she gently brushed the hair out of his face with her cold soft hands. “I don’t know if I can fix that.” She said sadly. “But maybe I can find someone who can.” She tried to reassure him. She could see how physically and emotionally tired and drained he was. She carefully took his hands in hers as she spoke “I missed ya too even if ya ran off without me.” She laughed hoping it covered the hurt in his voice. “and once ye bathed and rest I want to hear all about ya little adventures.”
She really did miss him even if there was a small part of her that hated him for leaving her all those years ago, but the sound of his voice calmed her in way no one could ever. though she still wasn’t sure she could fully trust him not yet anyway.

When she said they got him good he sighed "Better n' good." he answered back as he watched her prepare the antiseptics and get to work.
Burnt like proper hellfire... but he knew it was needed... He knew that as sat as still as he could for her... which was stiller than usual due to just being flat exhausted and hurting... Then... she seemed to notice his eye... her cold hand on his face was a welcome familiar feeling... that soft purring coming back against his will as he sighed and moved to rest into her hand more...
There's her Remmick... the soft n sweet one that was a little scrappy but meant well... most of the time.
"not well anymore... can see but its blurry... at night? nothing... bright light? nothing... but still make due... can't hear much on that side either other than the ringing." he said to her in a soft mumble... watching almost saddened by her moving her hand away from his face... but seemed okay when she held his hands...
"It was too dangerous t' come back... n... then a lot of stuff happened and... didn' wanna bring it back t' you." he said to her and... she knew he was being honest... he never lied to her, may lie to their prey, but her... they had a silent understanding of mutual respect... Even among the times they were being chased by larger packs of vampires or hunters... he alway did what he could to keep her safe... in this case it was running diversion for years to draw attention away from her... she always was the more subtle between them... able to live under the radar compared to him.
"Now with this war goin on... got folk mad in ways I aint seen in a long time... tense... its makin things harder." he said to her then when they went quiet and she got back to trying to mend him up... After... he made quick work of that blood she got him... he was happy to wash off... was kinda glad plumbing and hot water were becoming the new norm in houses finally... the hum of the radiators and the furnace was calming in a way... eventually once she gave him somewhere to sleep he totally just crashed... falling like a sack of bricks and into that death like sleep he was so know for- scared her more than once with it... another genetic difference or adaptation from a time where playing dead was advantagious... Yet... as the sun went down and he slowly would wake back up to the living world... he would shuffle down to find her... sore, but at least clean and less tired...
“Damn silver.” She murmured as he explained his eye and ear to her. “I’ve seen and dealt with serious wounds myself, but silver.. well that’s pretty much permanent damage I’d say not even blood can replenish that fully…I’m sorry” she told him and she meant it. She could feel a deep sadness coming from him. “Ye don’t have to apologize Rem I know ya meant well. Truly, I just may be a tiny bit stubborn is all.” She said to him with a wink.
“War…I think we’ve both lived through enough war..” she said spacing out for a moment. Then continued “now then ye’ll always have a home here as along as I’m still standing’”. She gave him a small smile. “Well let me show ya to the washroom” she said as she stood up and helped him up as well then lead the way. Well, he was washing up. She proceeded to pick up the bloody towels and bandages. in a way this was they’re “normal” she thought to herself half giggling at the thought of how ridiculous that is but regardless, she was more than happy to have him back even if he did like to bring some trouble, but she like that about him he always kept her on her toes. She made up the bed for him with fresh clothes. And let him sleep his worries off every now and then poking him to see if he was still “breathing”? She laughed at the thought obviously he wasn’t. They’re both dead. funny how her mind after all these years still act like a living breathing human. And not like the monster, she truly is beneath her skin.
She was lost in thought in her little reading corner when he approached down the steps. “Oh! good mornin’ sleepin’ beauty.” She smiled at him as she closed her book. “What kind of mischief are we getting into tonight? And don’t say nothin cause I won’t have it. It’s not everyday I get visitors, especially not as handsome as yerself.”
"We're both stubborn" he reminded as he let her finish up what she was doing then watched as she said about the war... then sighed "Its a pity, but... them germans are doin some right awful stuff over there... just glad I won't get drafted this time... Think I've served enough over the years..." he said as he moved to follow her to the washroom... The bandages and rags she'd used stained a mix of black and red from the silver that had remained in the wounds... definently left her with a nasty burning across her hands where his blood had touched...
He wouldnt be right for a while, he needed time to heal... probably wouldnt be much for his usual antics...
When he came down and found her reading he kinda seemed disorriented, dizzy almost... didnt look much better, still very pale and cold sweated... trembly still, but more up and moving so that was a good sign. He always was a hardy one, could just bounce back... then again... he survived plagues that wiped out most of europe before he was a vampire...
"Wh-...." he started then yawned, flashing those viscious animalistic fangs... "What d'ya wanna get up to?" he asked as he slowly came towards her to sit by her and just wake up.
"...Is there anywhere with good music around? could use some music... and a drink... not the screamin kind either." he said to her with a huff as he moved to sit down... glancing at the book.
"Which one's that?" he asked seeming curious, he could barely read, her attempts to teach him had really fallen flat, but... he always liked when she told him of the stories she read... just like he wrote in ancient gaelic that she couldnt understand and he'd always translate those poems for her... english was just... extremely difficult for him...then again being around 15 centuries and being around for all the changes between then and now- it would be confusing...
But he still always loved the stories... loved hearing them from her... by now- it had been a multi-decade (possibly almost century) of bonding and lowkey pining after her since they ran into eachother on the streets and what started as a opprotunistic alliance turned into something... well... closer.
“Ya know something I don’t think I ever knew that about yerself and ain’t that kinda silly I feel like I should’ve put two and two together hm but ya definitely right about them German’s. There’s a special place fer them that I think ya know where.” She said to him as they made their way to the washroom she put her hand on his shoulder softly to stop him as her face turned somber and said “thank ye for yer service. war is a nasty thing I can’t even imagine what ye and those men have seen and been through. God bless those brave souls.”
She went about her night as he washed and slept. She tended to her burns on her hands from his blood she’s dealt with worse, but none of the less it still stings a bit. She’s gonna have to go on a hunt sooner rather than later, especially with Remmick’s health right now she thought to herself. He always had a way of popping up whenever she thought about him cause here he was making his way to her. She smiled at the thought. “I was just thinkin about ya.” She told him as he made his way over to her. Worry edged her features as she looked him over. “Come sit with me.” She said as she reached a hand towards him. She lifted a cold hand to his forehead and felt him trembling under her touch and started to break out in a cold sweat. “Ye need more blood.” She told him “and lots of it.” She said softly. She could tell he was brushing it off like he was fine, but she knew him like the back of her hand and was not going to let this go. But for now she would entertain him and make him think. She believed him.
“I think I know the perfect place.” She said with a warm smile “and it’s not far. just up the road. They have a live band and damn good drinks. Saturday nights they let folks come up and sing some songs. It’s a right ol’ time.” She told him she looked down at her lap as she followed, his eyes looking at her book and she lit up. “Oh! This? It’s Mary Shelley‘s Frankenstein” she told him as she closed the book. “I remember when it came out back in 1818 and times were much more simpler ya know? It’s kinda ironic isn’t it? A monster such as myself likes to read about monsters. Makes me feel less alone I suppose…” she said “I could read it to ye sometime if ya like?” In all honesty she was glad he was back he was always the missing puzzle piece he was the only one that really knew her but she never really knew how to tell him how she truly feels about him. How could she? 
It's such a disappointment that tearing someone's throat out with your teeth kills them. Sex would be so much more fun if we could maul each other and come back from it.
And who said ya can’t?
Stack & Remmick ❤️🦇
The Black Shuck
He had been running for days- well... nights... sunset after sunset... hiding for a few hours during the day's harshest hours... glad that there was a bad storm rolling in that blotted out the sun enough to walk during the day-
But... he knew these roads, these marshes and hills... it was starting to get familiar again... he was getting back to somewhere he knew. Hunters had been on his tail for weeks... he had gotten sloppy... But it seems they were lost a day or so ago... but he wasnt gonna stop- put more distance here...
Coming down a dirt road to a home he knew well, by memory almost... he seen the lantern out on the porch...
He hoped someone was home... and the someone he thought would be home...
Rushing up the steps he moved and knocked.
"Hello? Hello? Please... I need a bit of help-" he started then he heard the door crack and trained in on it intently...
He was disheveled to say the least, clothes dirty and bloody and torn from the scrap that sent him running, hair a mess, the familiar scars down the side where that damn guitar did its business all them years ago now... it'd faded a lot... but the pale line across the side of his face still gave credence to it.
Those dark stormy grey eyes flickered about the doorframe- hoping to all things he could think of that she was still here... that people hadnt moved here and occupied...
It was starting to get light out, the sun painting the sky red even if it didnt peek out from the horizon yet... he knew he didn't have much time...
"Please?" he asked as he looked at the cracked door.
"I- a friend of mine used t' live here... I came lookin fir her... if she ain't here I'll go." he stammered out, voice breaking, that irish lilt bleeding through his voice no matter how much he tried to hide it.
@eternallydamned1
She had just started to wind down for the day. curtains drawn shutwith a book in hand and a wine glass of blood perfectly sitting next to her in her favorite little reading cornerwhen she heard it…foot steps up her front porch, heavy. Sounding rushed like they were running from something. what? she had no idea. The towns folk have gotten alittle to chatty as of late around town. Especially her neighbor across the street Mrs. Smith. Always poking her nose into business that ain’t hers.
She shut her book sighing and got up and slowly made her way to the front door eyeing the clock ticking away on her fireplace. “Half past 5 in the mornin’. What the hell could she want at this hour?” she said to herself before slowly and carefully cracking her door before she spoke.
“Now Mrs Smith I told you..” her words got cut off as she stared at the figure in front of her on her front porch..a man one she knew many moons ago standing in front of her. She stood there, staring at him slowly, blinking trying to process if he’s real. She opened the door a bit more so she could really look at him. “..Remmick?” Oddly enough he looked exactly how he did when they first met all those years ago. Aside from the giant pale scar from the side of his face.
“Well would ya like to explain to me why yer standing on my front porch lookin at me like a lost puppy dog? Because what the hell happened to ya and why the hell are ye here after all these years?” 
The second he heard her voice he all but sighed in relief-
"Oh thank god am I happy t' see you." he breathed out in half a pant, oh yeah he had been running like a mother to work up that sort of sweat and panting... he was always a swift one... regardless of which form he took.
"I was in the area- and... got into a bit of a mess... Hunters... been runnin a while now..." he said to her then sighed and she seen his shoulders drop slightly.
"I just need somewhere t' lay low for a wee bit... Promise I won' rouse no issues..." he said to her then moved to rub the back of his neck worried as he glanced back to the sun starting to peek out.
"And uh... tryin not to burn... so uh... if you could let me in... I'd appreciate it..." he said to her in a mild urgency...
"I'll tell ya more here but... could ya let me in?" he asked "Just a favor for a old friend..." he added after a moment.
She took in his figure as he spoke, to her watching how his shoulders had slumped in relief when she opened the door. She eyed him for a moment then sighed and looked around to see if there were any stragglers behind him. Once she was satisfied, no one followed him she stepped aside, offering him inside.
“Ye look like shit.” She said to him as she offered him a chair in her living room. Then proceeded to make her way into the kitchen to grab a cold wet cloth to clean some of his wounds. She walked back in with the cold cloth and a glass of blood in hand and took a seat on the small coffee table in front of him. “Alright let’s see what we’re workin with shall we?” She offered the glass to him as she tilted his chin up so she could see his face better.
“So who’d ye piss off this time hm?” She noticed the giant pale fading scar starting from the side of his head going down to his jaw. As she ran her fingers along it “What in the hell happened to this pretty mug of yers? And why do I feel like that’s who yer running from? I swear Remmick I don’t need any more trouble around here.” 
He was happy to come in, even happier to sit... seemed wore out and tired... When she said he looked bad... he didnt answer...
"Most of it's above the waist... got burned pretty bad too..." he said to her as she went to dab the rag at one of the wounds across his cheek...
"...eh... more so... who I pissed off 10 years ago..." he said to her then glanced away when she went to turn his head to look at the scar.
"Got bashed in the head with a guitar... had one of them... metal discs in it... was silver..." he said to her then as she traced it he winced... seemed painful still...
"Who's chasin me now-... the guy that did it's fans..." he said to her then sighed "Was up in Oregon... enjoyin that cloudy weather... n a group of hunters that I guess know him recognized me..." he added then huffed.
"One minute I'm enjoyin a beer n some music in some bar... next I'm droppin n runnin fir m' damn life..." he added then sighed.
Then he moved to let her see his shoulder, popping the buttons on the beat up dark flannel he'd found to save his skin from the sun a bit... bullet wound in the shoulder... burnt...
"They're gettin smarter... tippin bullets in silver." he added then winced when she went at it. The blood coming from it blackened and poisoned from the obvious burn of silver.
"Pulled the bullet... just... didnt have time t' stop n bandage... they just kept catchin up..." he said then glanced to her as she did her thing, she would see that the eye on the side where what scar was didnt reflect right... seemed clouded... like frosted glass... must've hurt something in there... probably rendered his nightvision worse for wear... but the way he was trying to keep the ear that wasnt on that side towards her seemed to also hint he couldn't hear well on that side...
He was a awful mess wasnt he... If it was bad enough to leave permanent damage on a vampire- it was nasty...
Thankfully he was alive... little bashed up and not quite the sweet face he used to be... but gave more of the kicked dog look too... seemed a lot more humbled than she knew him before too... skittish even... like a scared animal... then again... he was... his inclanations and his bloodline had lead to a more animalistic vampirism than some others... result of tribal ways and such ancient blood... even down to the fangs, where most only had a few- he had a whole maw of them... molars permanently sharpened and warped like a dogs, locking into one another... Claws that acted more like talons and were retractable... that red glint like a alligators... the noises he made at times... instincts ran stronger like a well bred hunting dog...
Such a strange thing Vampirism was... so consistent and yet- so difinitively unique from person to person... one could take a more seductive appearance like dracula, or take more animalistic appearances like nosfuratu...
"...Lost em a few days ago... somewhere in St.Louis..." he added then looked to meet her gaze. Swallowing hard, seeming scared...
"I missed you... its been... too long..." he murmured.
“10…years ago? Talk about major grudge holders…” she murmured. As she moved her hand away fast as she noticed him flinching at her touch. “Sorry” she quietly said to him then continued to listen while he told her about his journey here. She couldn’t help but feel anger bubbling up as he continued his story about his scar. He was one of her oldest friends after all she couldn’t help but feel protective over him. She couldn’t help but let out a little gasp as she saw his shoulder. “Assholes got ya good huh?” She said as she reached for some disinfected to thoroughly clean out the wounds occasionally apologizing when he would hiss in pain. “Glad ye atleast pulled that bullet out in time.” She gently reached up and moved his face and noticed his eye wasn’t reflecting, right in the light.
“Remmick can ye see out of this eye?” She asked him as she gently brushed the hair out of his face with her cold soft hands. “I don’t know if I can fix that.” She said sadly. “But maybe I can find someone who can.” She tried to reassure him. She could see how physically and emotionally tired and drained he was. She carefully took his hands in hers as she spoke “I missed ya too even if ya ran off without me.” She laughed hoping it covered the hurt in his voice. “and once ye bathed and rest I want to hear all about ya little adventures.”
She really did miss him even if there was a small part of her that hated him for leaving her all those years ago, but the sound of his voice calmed her in way no one could ever. though she still wasn’t sure she could fully trust him not yet anyway.

When she said they got him good he sighed "Better n' good." he answered back as he watched her prepare the antiseptics and get to work.
Burnt like proper hellfire... but he knew it was needed... He knew that as sat as still as he could for her... which was stiller than usual due to just being flat exhausted and hurting... Then... she seemed to notice his eye... her cold hand on his face was a welcome familiar feeling... that soft purring coming back against his will as he sighed and moved to rest into her hand more...
There's her Remmick... the soft n sweet one that was a little scrappy but meant well... most of the time.
"not well anymore... can see but its blurry... at night? nothing... bright light? nothing... but still make due... can't hear much on that side either other than the ringing." he said to her in a soft mumble... watching almost saddened by her moving her hand away from his face... but seemed okay when she held his hands...
"It was too dangerous t' come back... n... then a lot of stuff happened and... didn' wanna bring it back t' you." he said to her and... she knew he was being honest... he never lied to her, may lie to their prey, but her... they had a silent understanding of mutual respect... Even among the times they were being chased by larger packs of vampires or hunters... he alway did what he could to keep her safe... in this case it was running diversion for years to draw attention away from her... she always was the more subtle between them... able to live under the radar compared to him.
"Now with this war goin on... got folk mad in ways I aint seen in a long time... tense... its makin things harder." he said to her then when they went quiet and she got back to trying to mend him up... After... he made quick work of that blood she got him... he was happy to wash off... was kinda glad plumbing and hot water were becoming the new norm in houses finally... the hum of the radiators and the furnace was calming in a way... eventually once she gave him somewhere to sleep he totally just crashed... falling like a sack of bricks and into that death like sleep he was so know for- scared her more than once with it... another genetic difference or adaptation from a time where playing dead was advantagious... Yet... as the sun went down and he slowly would wake back up to the living world... he would shuffle down to find her... sore, but at least clean and less tired...
“Damn silver.” She murmured as he explained his eye and ear to her. “I’ve seen and dealt with serious wounds myself, but silver.. well that’s pretty much permanent damage I’d say not even blood can replenish that fully…I’m sorry” she told him and she meant it. She could feel a deep sadness coming from him. “Ye don’t have to apologize Rem I know ya meant well. Truly, I just may be a tiny bit stubborn is all.” She said to him with a wink.
“War…I think we’ve both lived through enough war..” she said spacing out for a moment. Then continued “now then ye’ll always have a home here as along as I’m still standing’”. She gave him a small smile. “Well let me show ya to the washroom” she said as she stood up and helped him up as well then lead the way. Well, he was washing up. She proceeded to pick up the bloody towels and bandages. in a way this was they’re “normal” she thought to herself half giggling at the thought of how ridiculous that is but regardless, she was more than happy to have him back even if he did like to bring some trouble, but she like that about him he always kept her on her toes. She made up the bed for him with fresh clothes. And let him sleep his worries off every now and then poking him to see if he was still “breathing”? She laughed at the thought obviously he wasn’t. They’re both dead. funny how her mind after all these years still act like a living breathing human. And not like the monster, she truly is beneath her skin.
She was lost in thought in her little reading corner when he approached down the steps. “Oh! good mornin’ sleepin’ beauty.” She smiled at him as she closed her book. “What kind of mischief are we getting into tonight? And don’t say nothin cause I won’t have it. It’s not everyday I get visitors, especially not as handsome as yerself.”
The Black Shuck
He had been running for days- well... nights... sunset after sunset... hiding for a few hours during the day's harshest hours... glad that there was a bad storm rolling in that blotted out the sun enough to walk during the day-
But... he knew these roads, these marshes and hills... it was starting to get familiar again... he was getting back to somewhere he knew. Hunters had been on his tail for weeks... he had gotten sloppy... But it seems they were lost a day or so ago... but he wasnt gonna stop- put more distance here...
Coming down a dirt road to a home he knew well, by memory almost... he seen the lantern out on the porch...
He hoped someone was home... and the someone he thought would be home...
Rushing up the steps he moved and knocked.
"Hello? Hello? Please... I need a bit of help-" he started then he heard the door crack and trained in on it intently...
He was disheveled to say the least, clothes dirty and bloody and torn from the scrap that sent him running, hair a mess, the familiar scars down the side where that damn guitar did its business all them years ago now... it'd faded a lot... but the pale line across the side of his face still gave credence to it.
Those dark stormy grey eyes flickered about the doorframe- hoping to all things he could think of that she was still here... that people hadnt moved here and occupied...
It was starting to get light out, the sun painting the sky red even if it didnt peek out from the horizon yet... he knew he didn't have much time...
"Please?" he asked as he looked at the cracked door.
"I- a friend of mine used t' live here... I came lookin fir her... if she ain't here I'll go." he stammered out, voice breaking, that irish lilt bleeding through his voice no matter how much he tried to hide it.
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She had just started to wind down for the day. curtains drawn shutwith a book in hand and a wine glass of blood perfectly sitting next to her in her favorite little reading cornerwhen she heard it…foot steps up her front porch, heavy. Sounding rushed like they were running from something. what? she had no idea. The towns folk have gotten alittle to chatty as of late around town. Especially her neighbor across the street Mrs. Smith. Always poking her nose into business that ain’t hers.
She shut her book sighing and got up and slowly made her way to the front door eyeing the clock ticking away on her fireplace. “Half past 5 in the mornin’. What the hell could she want at this hour?” she said to herself before slowly and carefully cracking her door before she spoke.
“Now Mrs Smith I told you..” her words got cut off as she stared at the figure in front of her on her front porch..a man one she knew many moons ago standing in front of her. She stood there, staring at him slowly, blinking trying to process if he’s real. She opened the door a bit more so she could really look at him. “..Remmick?” Oddly enough he looked exactly how he did when they first met all those years ago. Aside from the giant pale scar from the side of his face.
“Well would ya like to explain to me why yer standing on my front porch lookin at me like a lost puppy dog? Because what the hell happened to ya and why the hell are ye here after all these years?” 
The second he heard her voice he all but sighed in relief-
"Oh thank god am I happy t' see you." he breathed out in half a pant, oh yeah he had been running like a mother to work up that sort of sweat and panting... he was always a swift one... regardless of which form he took.
"I was in the area- and... got into a bit of a mess... Hunters... been runnin a while now..." he said to her then sighed and she seen his shoulders drop slightly.
"I just need somewhere t' lay low for a wee bit... Promise I won' rouse no issues..." he said to her then moved to rub the back of his neck worried as he glanced back to the sun starting to peek out.
"And uh... tryin not to burn... so uh... if you could let me in... I'd appreciate it..." he said to her in a mild urgency...
"I'll tell ya more here but... could ya let me in?" he asked "Just a favor for a old friend..." he added after a moment.
She took in his figure as he spoke, to her watching how his shoulders had slumped in relief when she opened the door. She eyed him for a moment then sighed and looked around to see if there were any stragglers behind him. Once she was satisfied, no one followed him she stepped aside, offering him inside.
“Ye look like shit.” She said to him as she offered him a chair in her living room. Then proceeded to make her way into the kitchen to grab a cold wet cloth to clean some of his wounds. She walked back in with the cold cloth and a glass of blood in hand and took a seat on the small coffee table in front of him. “Alright let’s see what we’re workin with shall we?” She offered the glass to him as she tilted his chin up so she could see his face better.
“So who’d ye piss off this time hm?” She noticed the giant pale fading scar starting from the side of his head going down to his jaw. As she ran her fingers along it “What in the hell happened to this pretty mug of yers? And why do I feel like that’s who yer running from? I swear Remmick I don’t need any more trouble around here.” 
He was happy to come in, even happier to sit... seemed wore out and tired... When she said he looked bad... he didnt answer...
"Most of it's above the waist... got burned pretty bad too..." he said to her as she went to dab the rag at one of the wounds across his cheek...
"...eh... more so... who I pissed off 10 years ago..." he said to her then glanced away when she went to turn his head to look at the scar.
"Got bashed in the head with a guitar... had one of them... metal discs in it... was silver..." he said to her then as she traced it he winced... seemed painful still...
"Who's chasin me now-... the guy that did it's fans..." he said to her then sighed "Was up in Oregon... enjoyin that cloudy weather... n a group of hunters that I guess know him recognized me..." he added then huffed.
"One minute I'm enjoyin a beer n some music in some bar... next I'm droppin n runnin fir m' damn life..." he added then sighed.
Then he moved to let her see his shoulder, popping the buttons on the beat up dark flannel he'd found to save his skin from the sun a bit... bullet wound in the shoulder... burnt...
"They're gettin smarter... tippin bullets in silver." he added then winced when she went at it. The blood coming from it blackened and poisoned from the obvious burn of silver.
"Pulled the bullet... just... didnt have time t' stop n bandage... they just kept catchin up..." he said then glanced to her as she did her thing, she would see that the eye on the side where what scar was didnt reflect right... seemed clouded... like frosted glass... must've hurt something in there... probably rendered his nightvision worse for wear... but the way he was trying to keep the ear that wasnt on that side towards her seemed to also hint he couldn't hear well on that side...
He was a awful mess wasnt he... If it was bad enough to leave permanent damage on a vampire- it was nasty...
Thankfully he was alive... little bashed up and not quite the sweet face he used to be... but gave more of the kicked dog look too... seemed a lot more humbled than she knew him before too... skittish even... like a scared animal... then again... he was... his inclanations and his bloodline had lead to a more animalistic vampirism than some others... result of tribal ways and such ancient blood... even down to the fangs, where most only had a few- he had a whole maw of them... molars permanently sharpened and warped like a dogs, locking into one another... Claws that acted more like talons and were retractable... that red glint like a alligators... the noises he made at times... instincts ran stronger like a well bred hunting dog...
Such a strange thing Vampirism was... so consistent and yet- so difinitively unique from person to person... one could take a more seductive appearance like dracula, or take more animalistic appearances like nosfuratu...
"...Lost em a few days ago... somewhere in St.Louis..." he added then looked to meet her gaze. Swallowing hard, seeming scared...
"I missed you... its been... too long..." he murmured.
“10…years ago? Talk about major grudge holders…” she murmured. As she moved her hand away fast as she noticed him flinching at her touch. “Sorry” she quietly said to him then continued to listen while he told her about his journey here. She couldn’t help but feel anger bubbling up as he continued his story about his scar. He was one of her oldest friends after all she couldn’t help but feel protective over him. She couldn’t help but let out a little gasp as she saw his shoulder. “Assholes got ya good huh?” She said as she reached for some disinfected to thoroughly clean out the wounds occasionally apologizing when he would hiss in pain. “Glad ye atleast pulled that bullet out in time.” She gently reached up and moved his face and noticed his eye wasn’t reflecting, right in the light.
“Remmick can ye see out of this eye?” She asked him as she gently brushed the hair out of his face with her cold soft hands. “I don’t know if I can fix that.” She said sadly. “But maybe I can find someone who can.” She tried to reassure him. She could see how physically and emotionally tired and drained he was. She carefully took his hands in hers as she spoke “I missed ya too even if ya ran off without me.” She laughed hoping it covered the hurt in his voice. “and once ye bathed and rest I want to hear all about ya little adventures.”
She really did miss him even if there was a small part of her that hated him for leaving her all those years ago, but the sound of his voice calmed her in way no one could ever. though she still wasn’t sure she could fully trust him not yet anyway.

Do you ever miss being alive?
Oh darlin at times I do yes..I miss the summer mornings when the warmth of the sun starts to peak out on the horizon and the morning dew is sparkling like little diamonds in the green grass and hearing the songbirds sing their little melodies. But now all I’m graced with is the cold pale moonlight dancing along my skin bathing me in that cold dark eternity.  
The Black Shuck
He had been running for days- well... nights... sunset after sunset... hiding for a few hours during the day's harshest hours... glad that there was a bad storm rolling in that blotted out the sun enough to walk during the day-
But... he knew these roads, these marshes and hills... it was starting to get familiar again... he was getting back to somewhere he knew. Hunters had been on his tail for weeks... he had gotten sloppy... But it seems they were lost a day or so ago... but he wasnt gonna stop- put more distance here...
Coming down a dirt road to a home he knew well, by memory almost... he seen the lantern out on the porch...
He hoped someone was home... and the someone he thought would be home...
Rushing up the steps he moved and knocked.
"Hello? Hello? Please... I need a bit of help-" he started then he heard the door crack and trained in on it intently...
He was disheveled to say the least, clothes dirty and bloody and torn from the scrap that sent him running, hair a mess, the familiar scars down the side where that damn guitar did its business all them years ago now... it'd faded a lot... but the pale line across the side of his face still gave credence to it.
Those dark stormy grey eyes flickered about the doorframe- hoping to all things he could think of that she was still here... that people hadnt moved here and occupied...
It was starting to get light out, the sun painting the sky red even if it didnt peek out from the horizon yet... he knew he didn't have much time...
"Please?" he asked as he looked at the cracked door.
"I- a friend of mine used t' live here... I came lookin fir her... if she ain't here I'll go." he stammered out, voice breaking, that irish lilt bleeding through his voice no matter how much he tried to hide it.
@eternallydamned1
She had just started to wind down for the day. curtains drawn shutwith a book in hand and a wine glass of blood perfectly sitting next to her in her favorite little reading cornerwhen she heard it…foot steps up her front porch, heavy. Sounding rushed like they were running from something. what? she had no idea. The towns folk have gotten alittle to chatty as of late around town. Especially her neighbor across the street Mrs. Smith. Always poking her nose into business that ain’t hers.
She shut her book sighing and got up and slowly made her way to the front door eyeing the clock ticking away on her fireplace. “Half past 5 in the mornin’. What the hell could she want at this hour?” she said to herself before slowly and carefully cracking her door before she spoke.
“Now Mrs Smith I told you..” her words got cut off as she stared at the figure in front of her on her front porch..a man one she knew many moons ago standing in front of her. She stood there, staring at him slowly, blinking trying to process if he’s real. She opened the door a bit more so she could really look at him. “..Remmick?” Oddly enough he looked exactly how he did when they first met all those years ago. Aside from the giant pale scar from the side of his face.
“Well would ya like to explain to me why yer standing on my front porch lookin at me like a lost puppy dog? Because what the hell happened to ya and why the hell are ye here after all these years?” 
The second he heard her voice he all but sighed in relief-
"Oh thank god am I happy t' see you." he breathed out in half a pant, oh yeah he had been running like a mother to work up that sort of sweat and panting... he was always a swift one... regardless of which form he took.
"I was in the area- and... got into a bit of a mess... Hunters... been runnin a while now..." he said to her then sighed and she seen his shoulders drop slightly.
"I just need somewhere t' lay low for a wee bit... Promise I won' rouse no issues..." he said to her then moved to rub the back of his neck worried as he glanced back to the sun starting to peek out.
"And uh... tryin not to burn... so uh... if you could let me in... I'd appreciate it..." he said to her in a mild urgency...
"I'll tell ya more here but... could ya let me in?" he asked "Just a favor for a old friend..." he added after a moment.
She took in his figure as he spoke, to her watching how his shoulders had slumped in relief when she opened the door. She eyed him for a moment then sighed and looked around to see if there were any stragglers behind him. Once she was satisfied, no one followed him she stepped aside, offering him inside.
“Ye look like shit.” She said to him as she offered him a chair in her living room. Then proceeded to make her way into the kitchen to grab a cold wet cloth to clean some of his wounds. She walked back in with the cold cloth and a glass of blood in hand and took a seat on the small coffee table in front of him. “Alright let’s see what we’re workin with shall we?” She offered the glass to him as she tilted his chin up so she could see his face better.
“So who’d ye piss off this time hm?” She noticed the giant pale fading scar starting from the side of his head going down to his jaw. As she ran her fingers along it “What in the hell happened to this pretty mug of yers? And why do I feel like that’s who yer running from? I swear Remmick I don’t need any more trouble around here.” 
