What if you hurt because it feels so good? Like you have a tingling, like someone left a switch on in your body. And nothing can turn that switch off except hurting? What does that mean?
[ chace crawford & he/him/they/them & male ] : my oh my, is that JACK RIPPNER in bon temps ? what the hell are they up to hanging around BON TEMPS HOSPITAL listening to RUN FROM ME by TIMBER TIMBRE when they should be doing whatever a PHYSIOTHERAPIST does ? between you and i, the 300+ year old VAMPIRE is avoided for acting CRUEL, but whenever they let their CHARMING side shine through people flock to them. i guess they're in town because THEY'RE PROCURING AN ITEM. explains some of it, though i can't help but wonder if there's more to a WALTZING WITH THE DEVIL IN A CANDLE-LIT ROOM, BLACK LATEX GLOVES SLEEK WITH FRESH BLOOD story. ─── lenny, 25, est+2, she/her.
tw: death, child death, murder, if i missed anything lmk
very quick annoying facts before we dive in:
i’m not gonna lie to you ... he probably supports witches before he supports vampires bc he thinks they’re very broody & annoying oops ~~
thinks he’s really... all that. gross
totally doesn’t have a cage in his basement, nope :-)
if you didn’t think vampires were bad before... get ready, he about to drag their reputation thru the mud
classical music whore
will be very offended if you call him old, what do u mean ?????? he’s a pretty boy, how dare u
likes gardening how nice
probably buries women in his garden too ngl
very upset sb is serial stealing his thunder rn
somebody stop him
here we go folks,
jack currently works as an occasional contract killer and physiotherapist , under the fake alias of jack rippner , which he uses because... frankly, it amuses him
turned nearly three hundred years ago , but his life has been far from that of an ordinary man . dominik markos , a name long forgotten in history by now , was born in Hungary , late 1700
jack was born in poverty and was forced into labor from a young age . prideful and greedy , he was never content with his situation .
he knew from the start he had two, and only two things going for him: his looks, how deceitfully harmless he’d seem to prying eyes, and his mind. although denied proper education , dominik taught himself to read and write in the shreds of time he had for himself , then used his expanding knowledge and manipulation to convince others into doing his work for him, to therefore, have more time to sate this growing curiosity.
for all his intelligence, he’d been plagued with an appetite for destruction that could not be quenched. to think now , it barely seems real how happy his parents were the day he came into their lives , they’d been praying for a boy for so long . but dominik was no gift from the heavens.
it was the little things at first : the silent treatment , the calculated tantrums , how he always seemed to have others catering to his whims . then it escalated , little by little, into ripping the wings off flies to watch them crawl across the ground , and that dog who went missing the night after it bit him. then there was the incident, which cemented the true nature of the creature under their ceiling. lia had always been a rumbustious spitfire : blonde hair singing in the wind , mouth bubbling with laughter , until the day she ran into the house weeping with a broken arm , limb dangling limply like a twig . dominik stood still behind her , looking nonchalant as ever . lia never said anything, but they knew. they knew from the way she refused to stare at her brother, and the way he’d casually brush off the subject whenever it was brought up.
lia married off at the age of 16 and never returned home to visit . mirella, the youngest, became gravely ill and passed at the age 19.
then there were the missing girls , nobody really looked for them , not for long anyways . they all reminded him of lia : pretty , blonde , lower class .
the blots of blood on his clothes were always brushed off as accidents at work .
his parents no longer saw him as a blessing . they knew their prayers hadn’t been heard by god , but something else .
at the same age of his sister’s passing , 19, dominik married off a young girl from a wealthy family and said goodbye to his family house . they had a child together , which they named olivia . she too was struck by tragedy, and died at the age of 5 from smallpox .
when he was 26 , dominik was approached by a man and offered an interesting proposition : to hunt the things that bump in the night, help protect the world from evil, blah blah blah --- if he were being honest , he stopped paying attention once the offer became somewhat appealing . and all for the small price of leaving his old life behind him . dominik was intrigued - a life of hunting and killing seemed far more fitting for somebody like him, didn’t it ? so he accepted .
dominik went on to to become an even more relentless killer than he was before - this time with permission and approval from his peers . but he never abandoned his side hobby. it was like a compulsion, one he was unwilling to let go of. the other hunters didn’t know, or didn’t care- he was beyond useful and that was all they chose to focus on.
his last job was perhaps, his most memorable . if he were to recount the story, he’d say the details are fuzzy -- but there was a lavish party happening someplace that he wasn’t invited to , nonetheless , he easily made his way there - he’d always excelled at that : blending into walls, being a part of the crowd .
except this time, it was different . the air was stale, the walls were impossibly tall, and something about that night promised danger. when he climbed those steps, weapon in hand, ready to slay whatever monster hid in those chambers , he was finally faced with a strange reality: he couldn’t kill his target , couldn’t even bring himself to try .
call it love, if he will --- he thinks it was adoration at first sight . she was the most terrible thing he’d ever seen , completely rotten to the core . he dropped his weapon on the spot and for the first time in a long time, something inside him urged to be soft again.
he was bewitched . he’d never shared his colleague's hatred for the supernatural, after all - it’d always been pretense, like most things in his life - it was mask . except for this, except for now.
he pledged loyalty to her instead - such a frightful creature, and offered his crew in exchange for his life. when he went back home that night , he killed every and each single one of them in their sleep with the very same weapon they’d given him as a gift , and he sat there , completely unfazed by his handiwork .
when they met again , the next night , he was faced with another interesting proposition: a lifetime of servitude in exchange of immortality. he accepted - of course he accepted, and she fed him blood from a vial before slashing his throat then and there . dominik died at her feet that day , and came back as something so much worse than anyone could imagine .
dominik dedicated himself to be the witch’s personal bodyguard for the remainder of their existence , and right arm , as promised . decades went by , and he’d grown almost accustomed to their routine when she entrusted him with a quest to procure an item for her . they then parted ways , as he then went on to roam the world in pursuit of it .
while tracking the the item , he adopted the pseudonym jack rippner and got himself a job to blend in with the crowd, but it was this very same job tempted him into falling back into old habits . he’d never gotten rid of his faithful scalpel, after all
