Unorthodox Jukebox

David Perry 19 / 110 Eternal Stud God bless jeggings.

[interview-with-a-dave]

gwen-the-red-bird​.

“When we say girl problems, do we mean crying in the bathroom because she’s PMSing and saw a cute kitten, bummed because the guy she liked didn’t make eye contact during the slow dance or on the verge of causing an international incident because her frenemy passive aggressively insulted her? Because I can handle all those-” Before she could finish her thought, they were inside. Like inside-inside, which was weird, but… “Jess? I…I meant, I think she’s inside. That’d be my best guess.”

Dave would have taken any one of the ‘girl problems’ Gwen had listed off for him over the real situation. After all, what was a little drama on prom night compared with a murderous, dress stealing, endlessly pissed off, no-humanity baby vamp? It was obvious this gal wasn’t equipped to deal with what he was selling right now. Still, a part of him wanted to vent. He almost missed the ‘Jess’, he was so busy running through his own thoughts. “Wait, you know...? I mean, of course you do, who doesn’t? Small town. Right, right. Ruby. Inside.” He paused then before letting out a sigh. “Ruby’s probably snuggled up with Corey somewhere overlooking the stars by now. Damn it. Damn it. This night cannot get any worse... Ah, sorry, kid. You don’t wanna hear about any of this.” Another pause, another foolish ‘a little compelling can’t hurt’ thought. “Right?”

[interview-with-a-dave]

gwen-the-red-bird​.

“Oh, it’s okay. I’m fine. Are you okay?” Her foot hurt a little, but that was equally from her heels as from getting knocked into. “I was just talking to Ruby. Literally five minutes ago, but then I think she maybe went inside and…” Before she could give some sort of prediction as to where Ruby McReid could possibly be, the rain started to fall, hard, almost painful in how much there was and how fast it was coming down. “Oh god.”

“I’m... Yeah, definitely not okay right now but I shouldn’t get into it. Just- Just girl problems.” To say the absolute least. Dave knew what he had to do to help Jess get her humanity back on but it wasn’t going to be pretty. And he couldn’t do it alone. He didn’t want to ruin Ruby and Corey’s big night but... His thoughts were quickly interrupted by a sudden lashing of rain. “What the fu---,” when had Gorgeous George ever been wrong about the weather? Dave looked around him and it was quiet enough, there were general shouts over the sudden downpour and hell, who wasn’t a little drunk? “Hey? Hold on, alright?” Dave held onto her hand just enough that he could vamp speed them into the house. What was one more thing right? A quick compelling couldn’t hurt (right). “Goddamn Jessica Harvelle... Forget that just happened, please. You were saying Ruby went inside? Here.”

[gwen-the-red-bird]

“Oh, from the volleyball team? Yeah, I saw her…And…” [distracted because was that a raindrop?] Oh gosh. Your dress. Okay. Inside. Let’s get inside before things get all soggy.”

[interview-with-a-dave]

How hard could it possibly be to find one couple, huh? Sure- he’d been a little distracted tonight. The fact he had a knocked out, murderous vamp locked up for her own good at this very moment wasn’t lost him but... Things happen. Point was, he was focused again. So focused that was, he didn’t even notice her until it was too late and the bumping had already happened--- “Shhhh--- ‘orry. Sorry there, lost my footing. Weird, uh, uneven lawn. Not to interrupt or anything,” although, he was, “But have you seen Ruby McReid and Corey Andrews? She’s about yay high, got that ‘unapproachable but friendly’ vibe about her, heart of gold and he’s all furrowed brows and tragic backstories. Great hair. Fantastic hair. You know?”

[interview-with-a-dave]

maggiewhocriedwolf​.

She should have gone home and changed, because her dress was itchy and the sash was an uncomfortable reminder of who she used to be (of who she could have been), but there was no way she was making it in and out of the house without being swarmed by overeager werewolves desperate to hear tales of her night. So she’d decided to suffer. Drink in hand, scowl fixed permanently to her face, she turned to confront the voice she knew so intimately.

“Why are you talking like you’re from one of those Hemingway novels they made us read in English lit class?” she blurted out, despite her best efforts to avoid ever mentioning shared memories they had of the past. “Unfortunately my brother gave Beth my old prom scrapbook. So she made sure to get me the dress of my dreams. Or whatever that would have been six months ago.” Maggie looks him over, unable to ignore the thoughts of what it would have been like to go to prom together back when things were normal, before she knew and changed, and before he’d left her. “Why are you here? Aren’t you like, eight  hundred years old or something? Don’t high school parties bore you now?”

ღ

“Oh man, Hemingway. Now those were some classes for sleepin’ in, if I remember correctly. What can I say, Maggie? You’ve got me so tongue tied, it’s like I’m a tween back in the twenties here,” he grinned but he was smart enough to only do it for a moment. He knew she didn’t want to play pretend or reminisce about the good ole days (unfortunately really, since Dave was good at both those things). He met her eye, watching her as she looked him over and he was willing to bet money that they were thinking the same thing. If he’d never left, if she’d never been bitten... They’d be prom queen and prom king back in her hometown. He’d still be playing pretend but the feelings, oh the feelings- they were real. Always were.

He let out a little laugh. “Psh, not a day over a million me. You’re so rude, you know that? Boring as it all is... I’m actually just here to ask a friend for some advice. I’m in a little trouble-,” to say the least. He shrugged as if that answered it all. “Maggie, I don’t wanna mess with your night, promise. I’m just-... I don’t know. It’s prom night, you’re here in that dress and I’m here. If things had been different---” He cut himself off, making a face. “Shit, sorry. You don’t want to hear any of that. Did you have a good time at least?” 

[interview-with-a-dave]

ღ

Dave was a man on a mission, still. The witchy juju he’d doused Jess with would keep her knocked out at least for the rest of the night but he’d need help. The last thing that he wanted was to mess with Corey and Ruby’s prom night (it was no secret they could use a break) but... Hold on. His thoughts were abruptly interrupted by the sight of Margaret Lewis and her ‘prom court’ sash. Oh boy. He should really focus. And yet.

“Who knew there was still a little ‘prom queen’ magic in you yet, Lewis?” Life, death and Jess issues momentarily forgotten, he added- “You look... I mean, you’re the osyter’s earrings tonight. Hotsy totsy.”

@maggiewhocriedwolf​

[shesnake]

Jordan Rodrigues in Dance Academy (2017) dir. Jeffrey Walker

[pi-la]

[its-jess-bitches]

god save the prom queen | drabble i

It was time to end this.

Poetic, wasn’t it? After all, Jessica Harvelle had only been turned into a vampire because she was Ruby McReid’s best friend. Eddie had decided to drain the life out of her, turn her into this monster, because of Ruby. It was all because of Ruby. It was always about Ruby. 

Even now, even with her humanity off, it was all about Ruby. She gravitated to her, she obsessed over her. Logically, she was protecting herself from her greatest weakness. After all, Ruby was the person she loved more than anyone in the world and Jessica couldn’t afford love. Not anymore.

Keeping her humanity off, keeping her head clear was all that mattered. The war was coming and Ruby was going to die no matter what. Maybe Edward would be furious but she didn’t much care for his feelings either. This was about her now. This was between them.

Best friends forever. Cradle to grave. Jess had already made it to the latter and it was about time her BFF joined her. Everything would be better, everything would be fixed once Ruby was out of the picture. Corey would hate her, the McReids would never look at her again unless they were attempting to drive a stake through her heart and by then it would be too late. No one could beat Edward. No one. Jess was on the winning side, that much was clear.

Everything had snapped into crystal clear clarity when she’d turned off her emotions. When she’d been manipulated into turning them off. Nothing mattered. But when she looked at her…

There was something. Something still in there, still inside of her, screaming and clawing to get back out. Jess didn’t want it. She didn’t want the pain, the guilt. The shame. She didn’t want to hate herself, she didn’t want to live a miserable existence. Didn’t want her best friend to look at her like the monster she was.

Ruby McReid had to die.

Stealing her prom dress had been petty child’s play. A game. Although looking at her now, that too was almost poetic. Jessica was in a blood red dress and Ruby? White. Not for long. She could see Corey by her side too, smiling, happy. Trying so desperately to live a life that had once been hers. A human life. Well, that ship had sailed.

Everyone was clearing out of prom, heading to Steven Beaumont’s after party (something else she had once cared so much about). Her chance was there for the taking. All it would take was one fatal blow. A snap. She’d be there and gone before most could blink. A lifetime, her whole life- Jess’ whole damn life, her whole damn heart- gone…

Jessica Harvelle’s eyes rippled red, her face a pretty monster’s, with fangs and all.

Ruby McReid had to die.

[interview-with-a-dave]

god save the prom queen | drabble ii

David Perry had been waiting for her to do something. Ever since Jess’ little stunt in the high school with that girl- with Blair, with Blair Fisher- it confirmed his worst suspicions. Dave didn’t have Corey’s trusting nature or his heart of absolute gold. At least, not always. He knew how to play someone and his best friend wore his heart on his sleeve... Corey didn’t stand a chance.

When he’d told Dave about Jess’ miraculous, post freaky-human-day spell, turnaround...he’d been skeptical. His humanity had been off more than once in his lifetime and something about it didn’t sit right. It was too clean, too perfect. Plus Edward was involved, his hands gripped around all their necks.

Of course he’d been right. He didn’t want to be right but he was right. Jess was playing them all, pretending to be her old self again but why? Why bother with the charade? To get Corey off her back? That wasn’t going to last. As long as the people she loved were still around, there was always a chance.

Corey would never stop fighting for her. Ruby might have been hurt, she might have been stubborn as all hell but she loved Jess more than anyone, he’d bet. The charade wouldn’t last and someone would be in danger.

He’d admit that she was good. Addison Bloom level of diabolical? Well, maybe. The point was, he just knew he had to get to this prom tonight but he had to be smart. He couldn’t be seen by Blair, he couldn’t drag Jess out of prom. There was no telling what she’d do.

So... He’d come prepared.

Live a hundred years and you made a few friends who owed you one. Even witches. The things they could whip up to knock a vamp on their ass would make your head spin. In his hand was a syringe full of just that.

Keeping his distance, he watched a million thoughts go through Jessica’s head and he felt a pang in his chest for her. She was just a baby, lost and alone. Thinking she couldn’t take the pain, thinking nothing would be okay again. That she could never turn her feelings, her heart back on. David wanted to help, he had to help her but it wasn’t going to be easy. The easy way was not an option, not for her. Things were going to get messy but this was necessary.

A necessary evil.

It was a split second movement but he caught it, her fangs, her body language. The way that Ruby McReid came into perfect, secluded enough view. He was older, he was faster and before Jessica Harvelle could make the biggest mistake of her life, he’d struck.

The syringe full of witchy juju did the trick instantly. Jess barely had time to hiss before her eyes closed and she went limp in his arms.

“It’s okay. You’re okay, baby,” he said softly, looking around, making sure the cost was clear before scooping her up in his arms. He had to get her somewhere safe, somewhere she couldn’t hurt anyone. Somewhere they could get the old Jess back. Hell or high water. He’d been through the same hell himself.

And this was going to be one hell of a night.

[thickdickgrayson]

jordan rodrigues as trey emory in light as a feather 2.03

[interview-with-a-dave]

dave ‘beautiful hair’ perreth

[interview-with-a-dave]

cristinavampgirlcalero​:

“𝙾𝚑 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢, 𝙸’𝚖 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚛𝚒𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗’𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚎𝚝.” 𝙲𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚊 𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝙼𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚝. 𝚂𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜. 𝙰 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚎. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍’𝚜 𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚑. 𝙻𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗’𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚓𝚘𝚑𝚗 𝚘𝚛 𝙹𝚊𝚗𝚎 𝙳𝚘𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎. 𝙲𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑. “𝙼𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐, 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍.”

𝙿𝚒𝚝𝚢. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚢 𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚢.

“𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑, 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚕 - 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚟𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝙸 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚊.” 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝. 𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝.

“𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝙸’𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸’𝚖 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛, 𝙸’𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚗.” 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚍𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚍. “𝚂𝚘 𝙸’𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚕𝚕 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚘𝚗.”

@interview-with-a-dave​

Dave let out a laugh at that but yeah, he knew. The more he tried to run from his past, the more it caught up with him. Maybe he wasn’t giving Cristina enough benefit of the doubt though. After all, there was a time he was a ruthless vampire, an enforcer for Sapphire Torres’ mob, murderous truth be told but look at him now. Dave had changed. Maybe she’d changed. At least, maybe she wasn’t here to spill any innocent blood. A guy could hope.

“It seems it’s always one way or another with it. They’re either your nearest and dearest or some mystery memory you know nothin’ about. I guess all anyone can do is try and be better than their makers,” he mused. Made ‘em sound like parents. Sometimes that was the case. Dave was spared the bullet that would have killed him when he was turned; he’d never felt ungrateful. “I’ve got a few out there. They outgrew me hangin’ around all the time but they’re cool.”

“Vamp media can be very trashy, very cringey. I obviously love that but I get ya. The count himself, huh? The original. The big O.” He was rambling a little. Funny, without his humanity he had been cool as cucumber around her but turn it on? He was nervous. “You’re unforgettable Cristina, you know that. And hey, if you need anything... Within reason, you know I’m here now too.”

[interview-with-a-dave]

cristinavampgirlcalero.

“𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝙸 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗.” 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚎𝚍. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖. “𝙱𝚊𝚋𝚢 𝚟𝚊𝚖𝚙 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚔, 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎.” 𝚈𝚎𝚊𝚑, 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚝. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚗𝚊𝚒𝚟𝚎, 𝚒𝚏 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚎.

“𝚈𝚎𝚊𝚑 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕-” 𝙸𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜. 𝙰 𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢. 𝚂𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚜. “𝙸’𝚟𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝-” 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝. “𝙳𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝟸𝟷-𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝.”

𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚏 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚝, 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚗.

“𝚆𝚑𝚢, 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢.” 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎.

"You run in with some hunters? They must have been stupid," Dave's tone turned a little lighter, more relaxed as he nodded. See, the thing about his past was that even though most of the time he'd been ripping out throats and tormenting humans, he had still managed to make connections. Even if Cristina represented a bloodier time, he'd still cared about her- once his humanity had turned back on, he thought of her as a friend. It was complicated but he definitely didn't like the idea she'd been hurt. "Well, I grew up without my maker and look at all the trouble I got in, huh? You're doing a good thing."

Dave laughed when she dropped the 'T' word. Man, what a riot. "Fair, fair. I gotta admit though, trash or not trash, I did binge watch all of ‘True Blood’. ‘Vampire Diaries’ lost me after season 3 though." His smile softened as he shrugged, putting the defensive act to bed. He never was very good at it anyways.

"Well, I ain't exactly the guy I used to be but the town's not so bad. Supposed to be kinda peaceful even," he laughed before adding, "You might get bored but... I wouldn’t complain if you stuck around."

[interview-with-a-dave]

cristinavampgirlcalero.

𝙼𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙲𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚊. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚜.

“𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝙳𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚍.” 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚢. “𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝.” 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚍. “𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚊𝚛 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚏𝚒𝚡 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚝.” 𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜. “𝚁𝚞𝚖𝚘𝚛 𝚐𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎.”

𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍, 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚘𝚞𝚝. “𝙾𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚎𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔.”

"Some things are unforgettable." For better or worse... Dave smiled at her comment despite himself, his head shaking a little. No doubt her top suggestion involved ripping 'em right out which would have been tragic (his eyes were, after all, one of his best features). "I'll suffer on without the medical advice this time, C. What, you order something off Amazon and it got real lost?" Dave was only partly joking until she cocked her head, pouting in that oh so innocent way he remembered from the murderous old days. No one ever saw it coming.

"You mean...," he paused, pretty sure he'd gotten her point before raising his eyebrows. "Never took you for the type. I think we prefer the term 'protégé' though, just for the record. Or sire-ee? Maybe a hashtag vamp baby if you wanna get all 21st century about it. You know how much of an influence these HBO vamp shows have been on kids these days."

Dave hesitated then, not sure he wanted the answer or not. "So uh, does that mean you're not planning on sticking around?"

[interview-with-a-dave]

cristinavampgirlcalero.

𝙸𝚗 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝙲𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚎, 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛. 𝚈𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜.

“𝙶𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚍𝚊𝚢.” 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢. 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚊 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎.

David Perry was a man on a mission. He had a prom to crash, a murderous vamp intent on eating the prom queen to stop and all this in a tie. Still... He'd always been easily distracted (one of his many minor flaws, y'know?). It had been a long time since he'd ran with Cristina Calero and none of their shared memories were ones he'd be proud to say at the dinner table. He had a past, he'd never deny that and he knew that the smart thing to do would be to keep going, pretend he didn't see her and yet.

"Cristina Calero." Nothing good or without a body count could come of this. "Ain't you a sight for sore eyes. The hell you doing in some nowhere town like this, huh?"

[interview-with-a-dave]

blair-fisher.

its-jess-bitches‌.

Jessica had been busy making out with some annoying yet ridiculously hot senior when she’d heard it. There were definitely pros and cons to supernatural senses. Normally Jess would have ignored the commotion (she was busy, after all) but she would have recognised that voice anywhere.

Well, well, well… This was bound to be interesting. With a little smirk she pulled back from whatstheirface and swiftly compelled them to go. Obviously her boredom could be eased elsewhere and with the big day right around the corner, it couldn’t hurt to have a little dirt on her shadow’s BFF. Jess had known that Dave had been a bit of quote-unquote ‘riot’ in his hay day but he hadn’t quite shared a story like this around the table at Christmas. Huh, interesting.

Of course she smelled the blood but with her humanity off, she found it much simpler to prioritise. There was no pounding in her head, no guilt and definitely no indecision. If she wanted to drain someone dry, she did and if she didn’t… She didn’t. Simple. Dave was clearly a big damn mess and while she definitely could have let him literally murder Blair Fisher in the school hallways- it was far more tactical to not.

She rolled her eyes though at his anguished ‘sorry’ as if that were going to make Blair feel any better. At a normal, human pace she threw herself between them then, pressing both hands against Dave’s chest to hold him back. She met his eye with a devilish smile almost gracing her lips, her eyebrow quirking just so. See, she’d had a sneaking suspicion he hadn’t been buying her whole ‘my humanity turned back on’ BS quite the way Corey had so this really could solve everything.

Taking an unnecessary breath, she quickly re-arranged her expression to one of horror. Looking around in panic to Blair, she pleaded with her, “Get out of here! Go! Take care of your neck and don’t look back!” Oh the drama.

All she could feel, all she could hear was pounding. A thump, thump, thump, blocking out everything else. What was it? Where was it? Blair shut her eyes for a second, opened them with the realization that with them closed that Dave could be back on her without any warning. Thump, thump, thump. What was it? Another second, and she figured it out. Her heart. The noise, the feeling, it was her heart, racing, beating faster than it ever had before, even faster than after being forced to run the mile in p.e. class. Each time it beat, she heard the pounding, felt the ache in her neck, sharp, but dull, keeping her grounded in the moment.

Blair had always been okay around blood. Well, she hadn’t had a ton of experience with blood, outside of the usual routine of skinned knees and doctors appointment vaccines as a child. Outside of the night with her parents…That had been the most blood she had ever seen. But she couldn’t think about that. If she thought about her parents, she would shut down, maybe even vomit, and that was not something she could do right now.

But she was freezing, even though she knew that she couldn’t. All she could do was stare at Dave, hand vaguely fluttering at her neck. It was stupid, the back of her head, the rational, normal Blair, was screaming that at her. But despite that, she could not move. It wasn’t until she heard a voice, neither hers nor Dave’s that she snapped out, felt herself able to move.

Jessica. What was she doing here? How did she? But no. Don’t overthink, Blair. Listen. And what she was hearing was to run. And run she did.

Dave was stronger than her. Hell, he had way over a hundred years on Jessica Harvelle but she had two advantages over him right now. One: her humanity was off meaning she was unburdened by all the feelings that hit along with that insatiable blood lust. Two: he didn’t want to kill Blair Fisher. Jess wasn’t stronger than him but he let her hold him, her vampiric strength enough to make him focus on something else and then Blair was running. She was getting away.

That’s when he started to struggle against her, pushed into her too hard, his hands gripping onto her shoulders as he bared his fangs at Jess. Better her than Blair, better her than another helpless human. Damn that smirk though. He’d had his suspicions from the second Corey had told him her humanity was miraculously back on. Their day as humans had been a trip but it hadn’t been that much of a trip.

Jessica was a good liar and Corey had a soft heart.

Dave? Not so much. But he couldn’t have called her a liar without any proof. He’d just gotten his best friend back and there was no way he was gonna mess that up, not for anyone. This though? The way she was grinning at him now, the way she was wiping the blood off his face and sucking it clean off her finger... It was obvious. Jess was a liar and Corey still had a soft heart. 

“You’re not gonna get away with this...game of yours, Jess. No way.” 

[interview-with-a-dave]

cami-howell.

                              Love? From you? [ scoffs ] How does it feel though? Permanently pretending to be a teenager and stuck having to repeat highschool every few years ad nauseum because no one really believes you’re over the age of twenty five? It’s just a shame we’ve found ourselves in the same sleepy town with a war coming. [ falters for a second at the mention of Maggie,and more specifically what she’d done to Maggie - but quickly regains her composure because you don’t show weakness to vampires. Especially not David Perry. It’s a pride thing. ] I- yeah. I know. What about it?

                              Guess that one was a long shot. Oh, it’s a real hoot and a half, Cam. You should get a load of my high school year books- it’s like a montage of gorgeous hair and cool jackets. Sayin’ that, wasn’t really my deal this time around but a buddy of mine made a surprise appearance and well, what’s another Trig class? I’m basically a genius at this point if you ever need any last minute tutoring. Huh... You know about the war? Alright, didn’t see that one coming. [ Dave catches it because up until right now, Camilla Howell had never faltered in front of him. It was obvious he’d hit a nerve, even if it was just for a second but why? He wasn’t sure. Could be nothing, just the shock of it all but then again... Regardless, he shrugged. ] Not something she was born with, obviously something happened. Figure she can’t be all alright about it. Definitely figure she’s not gonna clue me in. 

[interview-with-a-dave]

cami-howell.

                 …David. I guess we are. But you of all people should have known how serious this was going to be.

                Still not feeling the love, Camilla? Mm, you might have a point there... Here was me thinkin’ high school had been done and dusted but here we are in a new town for round two, I guess. [ He quirked a brow ] You know that Maggie’s a werewolf now too?