real gods require blood.

PROFESSOR PETER DOUGAN. VAMPIRE. 296. All gods who receive homage are cruel. All gods dispense suffering without reason. Otherwise they would not be worshipped. Through indiscriminate suffering men know fear and fear is the most divine emotion. It is the stones for altars and the beginning of wisdom. Half gods are worshipped in wine and flowers. Real gods require blood. var sc_project=11860650; var sc_invisible=1; var sc_security="ec4871fe";

[lorddougan]

Escape Plans Failed | Dominik&Peter

[lorddougan]

institute-domruthingham‌:

Dom whimpered loudly as he was held up by his dislocated shoulder, tears streaming down his cheeks . “H-He’ll kill you when h-he finds out” he panted out before letting out a little gasp at the sight of the man’s fangs. He made a pained expression as he felt the fangs run down his cheek before his free hand was grabbed. His eyes widened as a slight blush appeared on his cheeks as he felt the man’s erection through his pants. “D-Disgusting” he gasped out as he tried to pull his hand away. “Torture me all you want but keep that tictac dick away from me” he hissed, trying his best to keep up his fight, before letting out a screech as he felt the mans tongue on his cheek and his fingers where snapped with ease. 

Peter only laughed at Dom’s attempt at insulting him, pressed the human’s hand against his cock once more before releasing it, shoving his arm away. “Tic Tac dick,” he repeated with another laugh, before cheerfully driving his knee up into his gut. “You young people do say the most entertaining things,” he continued with a smile. “Don’t fret. You don’t come anywhere near deserving the pleasure of touching me. Your screams may get me hard, but I’ve no intention of soiling myself by using you.” He gave Dom’s cheek a gentle, almost fatherly little pat--and then cracked his hand across his face at the same time he released the hand that had been holding him up, intentionally knocking him into the wall. “Do you remember my name, boy?”

[lorddougan]

Escape Plans Failed | Dominik&Peter

[lorddougan]

institute-domruthingham‌:

Dom whimpered loudly as the man spoke “Y-You wouldn’t get any s-satisfaction..Y-You need to keep me alive…” he gasped out “I-If I’m unconscious you’d have trouble telling if I was still living” he whimpered before stiffening up as Peter shouted Raziel’s name as well, mocking him it seemed. 

“H-He…He might…Be teaching a class.” he squeaked out “I-I’m sure the classrooms are just…Sound proofed.” he sniffled before letting out a loud scream as his arm was wrenched out from the socket causing him extreme pain. “R-RAZ! R-RAZIEL! PLEASE” he gasped out desperately hoping somehow he would hear him. Or in fact…Anyone who could help him would hear him. 

“Poor baby,” he clucked, the grin on his face only growing as the the slave’s screams echoed in the basement. He dug his fingers into the boy’s freshly dislocated shoulder, holding him upright with a merciless grip. “No one is coming.”

“Don’t you worry your remaining brain cells, boy,” he said, patting his cheek and baring his fangs, long and sharp and gleaming. “Keeping you alive would hardly be a struggle. Humans give away so many clues. I can hear your pathetic little heart beating away in your pitiful little ribcage. Rest assured I would hear if it was going to stop.” He leaned in close, dragged his fangs along the human’s cheek, leaving streaks of blood in his wake as his free hand found Dom’s hand on his as-yet uninjured arm. “And if you want to satisfy me, you need only keep screaming,” he assured him in a whisper, pressing the human’s hand against his groin to let him feel the erection that was growing with every agonized cry. Laughing, Peter ran his tongue over the cuts on his cheek and then pulled back to grin at Dom as he snapped two of his fingers.

[lorddougan]

Escape Plans Failed | Dominik&Peter

[lorddougan]

institute-domruthingham‌:

Dom whimpered loudly as his hair was tugged and he was lifted up straight. His eyes where barely able to focus on the man as he ripped his shirt open with ease and tossed to the side “If I pass out…Will you stop?” he huffed breathlessly before letting out a loud scream in pain as he felt his collar bone snap like a twig “RAZIEL!” he shouted as tears streamed down his cheeks 

The question made Peter laugh--a brief, shocked little chuckle, already shaking his head. “Will I stop?” he repeated incredulously, digging his thumb into the broken bone mercilessly. “Foolish boy, if you pass out, you will be depriving me of the fun of hearing you scream. If you pass out, I shall have to hurt you twice as much to comfort myself.”

His lips stretched into a grin when the boy cried out for his friend, so desperate already. “Does he hear you?” Peter asked mildly. “Raziel! Raziel!” he joined in, tipping his head back to shout the name towards the ceiling. He paused, listening, waiting, and then clicked his tongue. 

“He does not come,” he said, his tone mockingly sympathetic as he shifted his grip down the human’s arm, wrenched it from its socket in a sharp yank. “Perhaps we should be a little louder.” 

[xeniarosales]

Birds of a Feather || Peter&Xenia

[lorddougan]

xeniarosales‌:

Xenia pursed her lips in consideration as she eyed the man, waiting for him to speak. She’d been on the island long enough to know that there was a very good chance the man was the white knight type, the kind who’d try to give her a lecture about how she should treat the slaves and blah, blah, blah. So when he actually did the opposite, she paused for a moment, mildly intrigued now. “My technique,” she repeated, sauntering forward slowly, stilettos clicking ominously against the floor. “Sounds like you might know a thing or two about it,” she smirked, coming to a stop a couple feet away from him. 

“Yea, I know it was- hardly surprising, everything I do is perfection,” she mused haughtily, taking another drag of her cigar, tapping the ash off onto the floor. “Xenia Rosales,” she introduced after a moment, holding out a hand palm down towards the man like the royal brat she was. “Who are you?” 

“About making miserable little slaves cry? Well, I certainly hope so,” he said with a smile, seeming quite undaunted by rather dramatic click-click-click of her approach--though there was a glimmer in his eyes of something very like respect. She had a certain air about her that he appreciated. So many of the masters and mistresses on this island were disappointingly weak, but it was obvious already that she was not one of them.

His expression turned just a little bit amused when she offered her hand, but he did not miss a beat before dropping into a practiced bow, taking her hand and pressing the briefest of kisses against it. “Lord Peter Dougan, at your service, madam,” he said as he straightened up, smoothed nonexistent wrinkles from his suit. “Was there some slight in particular that earned the boy his punishment? Or were you merely enjoying the sport of it?”

[lorddougan]

Escape Plans Failed | Dominik&Peter

[lorddougan]

institute-domruthingham‌:

Dom watched the man cautiously as he spoke, flinching slightly at every touch from the man. “I swear…Raziel will kill you, you won’t survive to hurt me again…” he hissed lowly before letting out a little yelp as he was tossed across the room, letting out a grunt as he hit the wall, his body throbbing in pain from the impact. “F-fuck…” he gasped out as he tried his best to stay conscious.

“You think so?” he asked, tipping his head to consider him. Peter hummed thoughtfully, shrugged out of his suit jacket, tossed it onto the slaves bed, began rolling up his sleeves as he advanced on the human. “Well. For your sake, I hope he does. Because nothing less will stop me.” 

Grinning, he curled a hand in the human’s hair once more, used it to pull him upright. “Wake up now, child,” he clucked as his other hand caught his shirt, ripped it open with a flick of his wrist to give himself a canvas. “We’re just getting started.” Tossing the ruined fabric aside, Peter shifted his grip up to the boy’s shoulder, his thumb pressing firmly over his collarbone. “Tell me how this feels,” he said pleasantly, and then gave his shoulder a sharp jerk, vampire strength cracking the bone beneath his thumb.

[lorddougan]

What’s your favourite thing to do in the winter?

“Rip the throats out of irritating, nosy, anonymous little worms.”

OOC: Peter’s actual favorite winter pastimes are curling up by a fire with a good book or, many years ago when his children were young and they were lucky enough to get snow, playing with them outside. He is also, secretly, a big fan of Christmas.

[lorddougan]

Escape Plans Failed | Dominik&Peter

[lorddougan]

institute-domruthingham‌:

Dom swallowed hard as his chin was grabbed and he was forced to look up at the crazy professor, though it was hard for him to focus on his face with daze he was in.

“I-I don’t care what your name is. And don’t you fucking come near my ass shit head” he slurred out as he tried to get away from the man “and even if you do hurt me, it w-won’t do anything. It won’t change anything” he hissed “r-Raziel will just heal me and then come to get you” he threatened with a slightly shaky voice

Peter sighed, shook his head, gave the human before him a smile that was both wildly condescending and very clearly false. “My dear, sweet, stupid boy,” he said, stroking his finger over his cheek only to pinch him sharply for no reason except that he could. 

“You seem to be missing the point. I want you to send your precious connections after me. I want you to tell him exactly where to find me. You see, if I defeat them, you will know that your so-called connections cannot protect you. And if I don’t, well--” he shrugged his shoulders, grinned. “Then you will learn that it’s you, my useless little friend, who can change nothing. A little pain would be quite worth it to teach you this lesson.” He gave the foolish child’s cheek an absent pat as he continued, his tone exceedingly pleasant. “If your little friend should manage to harm me, you know what I will do when I am all healed up? I assure you it won’t take long, there are benefits to not being a mewling little human. If he should manage to harm me, the first thing I will do when I’ve recovered, is come right back down here, and break both your knees. Now. Shall we begin?” But he did not wait for an answer--no, he just fisted his hand in the boy’s collar and threw him across the cell.

[lukekirby]

me

[leibxedelman]

Wrong Place Wrong Time

[lorddougan]

floweredpixie‌:

Angelonia had never thought about how much it would hurt to die, and by god did it hurt, at least at first, but soon the pain was starting to subside, soon she didn’t feel anything, aside from the shallow breaths she was taking, and her heart beating wildly in her chest. 

She’d closed her eyes when he dropped her, crumpled to the ground and staring back at the only thing she could see, the woods in the distance. She would be dead soon, and while she was sad about that, she was happy she could at least see the woods as she died. 

And as she closed her eyes she wondered what her spirit would say in her death vision before she was suddenly grabbed, felt something dripping onto her face and then felt it before forced into her mouth. She heard him ordering her to drink and after a moment she lifted her hands to wrap around whatever he was holding to her mouth and took a long drink. 

Blood, she was drinking his blood, and for a moment she was disgusted at the idea, but knowing she had to, she gripped his wrist a little tighter and started to drink a little more from his wrist. 

His wrist twitched very slightly when she touched him, as if he wanted to pull away--but he did not, merely let out a wordless snarl, wrinkled his nose slightly at the feeling of her drinking. 

He did not let her drink for long. Only a moment or two, and then he did wrench his wrist away, the wound he’d torn there already healing. He caught her face with his other hand, fingers pinching at still-bruised cheeks as he bent close to look into her eyes, study her. He had not given her enough to heal her completely--that would not have suited him at all, no, he wanted someone to bear the weight of his anger--but enough to heal the very worst of it. Enough that she would live.

“Good,” he said, and released her cheek in a motion that shoved her face into the dirt. “You ought to thank me for not letting you die, you little cunt.”

[lorddougan]

Escape Plans Failed | Dominik&Peter

[lorddougan]

institute-domruthingham‌:

Dom let out a surprised gasp as the man sped over to him as if in milliseconds and let out a little yelp as his curls were grabbed and his head was forced back “L-Let go of me you fucking psycho monster!” he growled as he gripped onto the mans wrist and tried to pull his hand off “Raziel is a professor here! H-He could kick your ass!” he growled before letting out a loud squeak in pain as his head was slammed back against the wall making him instantly feel a little dizzy. 

The human’s growling and blustering only made him laugh. Peter gave his cheek a little pat, released his hair just to grab his chin with two fingers.

“Well. I am a professor here, too. I am Lord Peter Dougan--not psycho monster, though that’s very sweet. Can you remember that? Perhaps I should write it down, you were already quite daft and then I rattled your brain. Or maybe I will carve it into your backside, and you can simply show it to your Raziel, hm? I’m going to hurt you, you see, and when we’re finished, well, then you may call your little professor friend and tell him who I am, and what I did, and where to find me. Then we’ll see how much your connections matter, won’t we, boy?”

[xeniarosales]

Birds of a Feather || Peter&Xenia

[lorddougan]

xeniarosales‌:

“Pathetic.” 

Sneering down her nose at the slave cowering at her feet, Xenia blew out a breath and rolled her eyes- she’d hardly even done anything to she slave, and he was whimpering at her feet, tears streaming down his face. How annoying. “Keep that up and I’ll really give you something to cry about,” she snapped, bringing her cigar up to her lips to take a slow drag before ashing it into the man’s hair. In all fairness, Xenia had spent the past 15 minutes tossing him around out the hallway of boredom, so maybe he had a good enough reason to be scared, but in her eyes, it could’ve been so much worse. 

Unfortunately, the slave was proving to be boring in his own right, and she was over it. “Get out of my sight,” she snapped, flapping her hand regally, and the slave didn’t need to be told twice, scrambling away as fast as he could go. “Fucking useless,” she muttered under her breath, turning- and it was only then that she realized someone else was there. “What,” she snapped, quirking a brow at the man.

@lorddougan

He’d come across her quite by accident. A trip to collect some papers from his office had brought him close enough to hear the sound of a slave in distress, and, well--such sounds often caught his interest.

In no particular rush to finish his errand, he’d detoured towards the sound of whimpering, propped his shoulder against a wall to watch a lovely young woman give a slave the tail end of a very impressive beating. 

He was smiling by the time she finished. So many masters on the island were frustratingly pitiful in their stubborn insistence upon coddling slaves. He could not help but take some joy in finding those who were more... like-minded.

Peter straightened when she turned and saw him, held up one hand in mock surrender, the other twirling his gleaming walking stick idly. “Nothing at all, my dear,” he said, still smiling. “I was merely admiring your... technique. The cigar was a very nice touch, if you don’t mind my saying so.”

[lorddougan]

How's the love life?

“Oh, do fuck off.”

[lorddougan]

Escape Plans Failed | Dominik&Peter

[lorddougan]

institute-domruthingham‌:

Dom scoffed as the man entered his cell and stated that he was going to break one of his bones “Hurt me and Raziel will destroy you. I’m his special flower” he said before sticking out his tongue “Don’t fuck with slaves that have connections, bitch” 

Peter blinked at the slave, momentarily struck dumb--and then he burst out laughing.

“Keep your tongue in your mouth, child, or I shall rip it out. You are truly a brand new level of moronic, aren’t you, boy?” he said. In a burst of vampire speed, he was towering over the slave, one hand curled in his hair to yank his head back. 

“Anyone who would consider you worth protecting is no threat to me. You may make as many connections as you like. They will not keep you safe from your own foolishness.” With that he used his grip on the slaves hair to crack his head back against the wall, musing, “Maybe I’ll break all four of your limbs, since you chose not to give me an answer.”

[lorddougan]

romyxrhodes‌:

Worst Day Ever

“This is literally the worst day of my life. I just found out Grumpy Cat died.”

Originally posted by no-se-lo-digas-a-nadie

Peter's eyes lifted from the book he’d been reading to settle on the human who’d spoken, one eyebrow raised. He did not know what or who a Grumpy Cat was, or why he was supposed to care that it had died, and he did not want to. 

After a moment, he decided not to ask. Instead, he lifted the bottle of wine on the table beside him and wordlessly held it out to her.

[lorddougan]

Escape Plans Failed | Dominik&Peter

[lorddougan]

institute-domruthingham‌:

Dom growled dangerously as the man moved closer “Are you fuckin’ deaf, old man?” he hissed “TAKE ANOTHER STEP CLOSER AND I’LL FUCKIN’ END YA!” he shouted

“Did ya hear me that time?” he scoffed as he laid back on his bed looking through his notebook “Fucking pricks don’t know when to fuckin’ back off” 

“You’ll... end me?” he repeated, eyebrows raising, and his anger at the slave’s tone was very nearly outweighed by how utterly mystified he was. For a moment he merely stood there, staring at the slave, and then he shook his head, snapped his fingers at a guard to open the cell.

“I heard you very well the first time. You’ll find vampires have excellent hearing. I am going to give you a choice now, and I’ll put it very simply, because I fear you may truly be too stupid to understand otherwise. I am going to break one of your bones. Which one would you like it to be?”

[lorddougan]

Escape Plans Failed | Dominik&Peter

@institute-domruthingham:

Dominik groaned as he made his way to his cell. Just another day in paradise. He had been avoiding everyone, pretending to do classwork and pretending to be a good student as he worked on his plans to escape but…None of his ideas seemed to be possible. Being where they were made it almost impossible to escape, but Dom wasn’t about to give up hope. He wanted out and he always got what he wanted, even if the lack of recent success had put him on edge along with the lack of human contact.

He let out a low growl as he noticed someone staring at him he pulled his plan notebook out from under his pillow and rolled his eyes “Can’t you fucking see I’m busy. Back off, worthless prick” he hissed dangerously

Peter was in a mood.

Oh, the school’s little event had been a fine distraction, but his mood had quickly soured again. Between his marital troubles and the rather draining process of grading his student’s final papers--some of them, quite frankly, lacked even the most basic ability to string a sentence together--he found his tempter balanced on the edge of the pin.

In no mood to bother with the blood bar, he’d ventured into the cells instead, looking for a quick drink.

He had not intended to bother with this particular human, had only looked into the cell, paused, decided the scent of him did not warrant attention, when he spoke.

Peter stilled, expression darkening, and stepped closer. 

“Do you want to try that again?”

[lorddougan]

sashaxbellx‌:

Sasha glanced over at his jacket, “Oh um, thank you, I don’t want to upset the man who rented me though. I think it might make him mad if I covered up the dress.” she admitted.

When he called her a ‘dear girl’ instead of his nickname for her, she looked over at him in surprise. “I mean, I try and be honest, and you do look nice tonight.” she admitted. When he reached over and touched her hand she couldn’t stop the gasp that came from her. The physical contact felt electric, and she didn’t realize how badly she had been craving it.

She turned her hand and held his, taking a small step towards him so she was just barely brushing against him. It felt great, even if he usually made her nervous, he was more relaxed tonight than usual. “If this party is too much, we could um, go somewhere more quiet? Maybe just talk or something?”

Peter’s brow furrowed in confusion when she gasped, his hand poised to pull away--he must have offended her with his touch, and who could blame her? She was young and beautiful, and here he was, an old fool, touching her hand. 

His lips parted to apologize, but then she shifted and took his hand in hers, came closer. He paused, looked a little bit bewildered, but he turned to face her properly, gave her a tentative smile. 

“I--” he began, and then paused, glanced once more at their hands. “Well, that is to say, I--that would be very nice, of course, if you would like to. I don’t--I don’t want you to feel obligated, but I should be very grateful for--for your company and the quiet.”