IN THE MOONLIGHT.

“Nevertheless, life and death are mysterious states, and we know little of the resources of either.” ― J. Sheridan Le Fanu, Carmilla independent & private vampire oc. written by alanah.

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the supernatural underworld is not exactly what cece thought it would be. less supernatural mafia and more an entire world living alongside humans without their knowledge. it still surprises her the ways in which the supernatural has integrated with the modern world, how she can now see the world for what it is now that she is part of that world. 

like -- as a human, she vaguely knew of the henderson & king law firm. she’d seen the billboards around, the many commercials ...  but it wasn’t really on her ‘ radar ’ so to speak, but after being turned, it was the only thing keeping her alive.  or dying again, as it were.  cece was turned her first semester of college by a feral vampire -- or a vampire who went too long without feeding and lost what little humanity they had left. she doesn’t remember much of the transition from human to vampire. doesn’t even really remember much after being attacked an bitten. she was found almost immediately after her sire had started feeding -- but unfortunately her fate was sealed the moment the vampire attacked her. it didn’t really matter how quickly she’d been found -- she’d been infected and would be turning anyway. but it’s important that she was found.  because she was found by the master of the city.  who was also daniel king of the henderson & king law firm. who helped her adjust to a new life as a baby vampire, if only to ensure he didn’t have another feral vampire on his hands.  he was also the person who provided her with the blood she needed -- for a price, of course.  and that’s why she’s standing outside the henderson & king law firm at one o’clock in the morning waiting for daniel to respond to her text message asking if she could come in and get her scheduled order of blood.  when she doesn’t get a response in fifteen minutes, she sighs -- deciding to go in anyway. daniel is probably in a meeting or something and if worst comes to worst, she can just wait outside of his office to ask about her order in person.  by now, a year and a half after being turned, the night-shift staff have seen her enough times that they don’t question her presence as she makes her way to daniel’s office. a year and a half of visiting the law firm to get her blood ensures that she not only knows her way to daniel’s office by heart, but her surroundings by heart. in nearly two years, not much has changed -- except. 

wait. 

was that room always there? just down the hall from daniel’s office, a room with the door cracked just the slightest bit beckons her, her curiosity nearly overwhelming. figuring it can’t hurt anyone if she goes to see what’s inside (and it’s not really breaking and entering if the door is already open, right?), she slips inside the room -- eyes automatically adjusting to the semi-darkness, the only light filtering in from the hallway. 

there’s ... someone else inside the room.  ‘ sorry! ’ cece stammers, backing up to exit, not having expected someone else to be inside the mysterious room. ‘ i didn’t mean to intrude! ’ when there’s no reply after five whole minutes, cece blinks and moves in closer. there’s a bed in the middle of the room, which is very strange considering this is a law firm -- made stranger by the fact there’s someone in the bed, propped up against a bunch of pillows so that cece could kinda-sorta see them from the doorway.  and it’s not even just a person. it’s --

it’s a really ... pretty girl.

‘ oh. oh wow. ’ cece murmurs, transfixed. wanting a closer look, cece tip-toes towards the bed, tripping over some errant cords -- and landing in the lap of said pretty girl.

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starter call!

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me: i’m never going to go back to harry also me: goes onto his blog and thinks about new verses i could do 

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me (looking in a mirror): who is this disheveled lesbian

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BITE ME. 

                   ( okay, maybe not. getting bitten kind of really hurts. )                                                        promo credit.

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‘  and    i    know  —  ‘          undaunted by the tears spilling fresh from her eyes, by the terrible chasm open in her chest, she persists. she moves on.  — @lespire

‘ — i know that, i know that intense love always leads to mourning, but i have yet to regret a single thing. and i’m sorry i am always so emotional, you must think me delirious, mad, but it’s been centuries since the last time’ i felt my heart was this full. ‘

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‘ oh -- oh no, oh please don’t cry! i don’t want you to cry! ’

cece tentatively moves in closer to cay to gather her much taller girlfriend into her arms. once that’s all said and done, she’s not quite sure where to put her hands and so settles on placing them awkwardly on cay’s shoulder. humming softly, she gently kisses cay’s forehead. 

‘ shh ... i don’t mind that you ‘are always so emotional’ ... psst! you have emotions and you express them and that’s okay. i lo-like you no matter what! ’

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 ❝Would you like some candy?❞ Rosemary bought too much and she know that if she brings them home, her son will devour them all. For that reason she thinks it’s best to give some away.

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she perks up at the question, excited at the prospect of candy, but her smile quickly turns to a grimace when she realizes she can’t quite digest candy -- and hasn’t been able to eat human food since she was turned. 

‘ oh. um sorry. i can’t -- i have. um. dietary restrictions and stuff. ’

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‘ is this………. your home? ‘   — @lespire

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‘ hmm? ’

‘ oh yeah. i mean -- i know it’s not much. sorry. most of my money goes towards blood so i don’t really -- i don’t really have much money left over. you can take the bed though! i splurged on a pillow-top pad for the mattress awhile back so it’s super comfy! i can take the couch. ’

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moon lesbian moodboard

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#a fairy and a vampire have an argument

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small perky girlfriend trying to get her big lanky goth girlfriend out of bed because she promISED her they would go out today

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saphpire replied to your post:hello everyone i’m here i’m gay i’m really to...

KISSKISS THE BAE.

i put notifications on for your blog on my personal and it was such a good choice

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hello everyone i’m here i’m gay i’m ready to play 

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concept: lesbian vampires

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as cayetana watches, amusement throbbing at her throat ( laughter bubbling ), cece stumbles to follow her footsteps. the young vampire is sweet, and lively, but fairly uncoordinated at times.    

— it is, for all it’s unheard of to see in one of their kind, a very charming trait. 

although it also tends to make cay worry over her, and hover, just in case she falls and there’s no-one behind to catch her. “ mejor proteger que curar “, as her mother always said.

       ‘ shouldn’t you be the one leading me there? you do remember that i hail far from this place, don’t you? ‘

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she giggles and jogs to catch up with cay, catching herself when she almost trips over uneven pavement. 

‘ i guess you’re right! well, wal-mart isn’t like, a castle or whatever, but it’s pretty fun! i guess we don’t need food, but there’s a bunch of fun stuff we could get. like make-up! but don’t let me forget to get dracula some food and a toy ... i think we’re running low on cat food. ’

almost shyly, cece reaches forward to grab cay’s hand, holding it ever so gently. 

‘ is this okay? ’

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the smile on her lips turns beautiful red, the hint of her fangs secreted away behind her happiness at the other’s reply. cay leans forward, interest showing in the amber of her eyes and the wrinkle of her nose.

     ‘ you did! i’m pleased, you see, i was thinking, pensive, contemplating life, and i discovered a remarkable thing— !! ‘  

she stifles the emotion running through her before it bursts and makes her wings come out. with a finger she toys with a precious strand of her dear’s hair, becoming even closer with one another in the shift of a moment.

       ‘ — …i’d rather sleep for three thousand years than spend a single hour living without you. ‘

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‘ oh my gosh. oh gosh. ’

cece leans forward to place her head against cay’s neck, both embarrassed and pleased at the words, but knowing if she could blush she surely would be right now. 

‘ i -- yeah. um. me too. you’re -- uh. same. ’

it’s her giddiness that has her stumbling over her words and after a moment, she takes in a deep, fortifying, breath turning her head so that she can kind of see cay -- or at least the underside of her chin and like, one eye. 

‘ i really, really, really like you too. ’