nicholas.

written by vee.

[zoiodlula]

[astarkey]

[nicholasmarks]

hellnhound‌:

“It’s so hard to find good help these days.” The bored demon teased as he lingered in the doorway; listening to a conversation that was clearly not meant for him. “Have you considered killing him to set an example? I hear that’s popular among you business types,” Malachi added on as he stepped further into the room. Rather than shying away, or leaving the clearly bothered business man alone, he moved to make himself comfortable as he leaned up against the wall across from the other. “Well I was going to suggest you have someone suck you off since you clearly need some kind of release– you seemed stressed and that is not good for your health– but I’m not sure that will be enough. You seem very worked up over a simple password..

“i’ve killed multiple people to set an example. it solves the issue for maybe a month, two at most and then people begin getting ballsy and suddenly aren’t afraid to die.” nicholas pocketed his phone, and watched as the other grew much closer than he appreciated. “clearly you have no idea how a business works. a password for something that’s lowkey is supposed to be essential in keeping unwanted people who could corrupt the place out of it. its just common sense but clearly its too much for your small brain to process.” nicholas chuckled at the next suggestion from the other, rolling his shoulders a tad. “i have a wife to do that for me.” he states with a roll of his eyes. “what are you trying to gain here?” he decides to ask. “sex? money? i’m not sure i play around with people who can’t understand the importance about rules and regulations in the work force.”

[nicholasmarks]

asherxeaston‌:

In all his fifteen years in the city, the drug dealer hadn’t once stepped into the Crimson King. It was too upscale for his taste, and he usually just stalked around the outside for those going in and leaving. Who didn’t want a good high, whether they were just getting their night started at the establishment or continuing at a more private location? He’d been stalking for a better part of forty-five minutes and nobody had even peeked out, so the vampire decided to get ballsy and go inside. It didn’t take long before he found an accepting buyer, though Asher forgot sometimes that not everyone was discreet as he was. When his new client turned to the vampire in the suit to ask if he had change for a hundred dollar bill, Asher motioned at him to stop talking. It wasn’t hard to guess the one in the suit was the boss. In the process of waving the buyer down to get him to shut up, he locked eyes with the one in the suit and flashed a charming smile as he did his best to slip the product back into his pocket unnoticed. When the buyer scampered off, Asher cleared his throat. “He was just… in awe of you. He was actually just telling me about your establishment and I think seeing you was too much for him to handle.” Such bullshit.

he didn’t know why people continued to take him for a fool. while pocketing his phone after ending the call angrily he lifted his head slightly to get a look at the other. already able to tell he was a brother - a vampire as well. but he didn’t have as much standards for himself if he was trying to sell to people within his walls. “cut the bullshit why don’t you?” nicholas says rather loudly, leaving some people near by to pause and look to see what was happening or what would happen to the shady character he was speaking with. “what’s your drug of choice you’re trying to pass around to my customers? drug use here unless provided by me is strictly prohibited. you have major balls.”  nicholas steps closer, clicking his tongue once. “i don’t appreciate lies. so if the next words out of your mouth aren’t the truth i’m going to take you to the back and rip your fangs and every other tooth out of your mouth and laugh while doing it.” he says in a hushed tone. 

[qeckosfuller]

[nicholasmarks]

“how many times have i told you if they don’t know the password you don’t let them in even if they say they know someone inside!” nicholas yelled into the phone that was nearly breaking beneath his bruising grip. the business man ran a speak easy too, and the one night he doesn’t attend poker night and things were completely going to shit. “hold on,” he turned on his heel to face the person bothering him. “what? if you aren’t going to say something that’s going to make this nightmare of a night even slightly better i suggest you just don’t speak or i might just make you a mute for the rest of your existence.”

[wrnbrn]

[samaraweaving]

where do i apply for this job

[nicholasmarks]

killgames‌:

once robert realizes it’s not one of the masked men from the lab, he lets out a large, relieved breath and drops his head back to fill his lungs once more, closing his eyes for a minute. he doesn’t care if he looks ridiculous. he’s alive. more importantly, he’s out of the hands of those men. “i don’t know why i said that,” he lies to his savior who he realizes all too late is actually quite a large, intimidating vampire. only a vampire would mention the blood rushing through his system. oh dear. he clears his throat once he realizes he may not be out of harms way just yet after all. “i guess i thought you were going to mug me.” his worry eases only slightly with the extended hand. suppose that was friendly enough. “thank you.” he takes it and gets to his feet. “i’m sorry for crashing into you. i was–” tell the truth? or lie some more? “running.” the truth it was. “i was running from someone.”

“that’s a lie.” nicholas says immediately, his curiosity spiking at the others jumpiness. a light puff of laughter escaped nicholas, and he shook his head somewhat fondly. “mug you? sweetheart i have no need to mug anyone. i’m doing well without your pocket change.” nicholas owned the notorious crimson king, and business had been booming since its opening. other than that side hustle he ran illegal gambling at a speak easy. “there isn’t the truth much easier to get out rather than a bold face lie to someone who can hear your heart skip a beat.” nicholas clicked his tongue and looked around a bit. “running from who?” he decides to ask. 

[fatalgames-a]

MUSE: robert chamberlain, human, scientist SCENARIO: robert has just escaped masked assailaints who broke into the labratory he works in and runs into someone on the street, so basically he is just frightened and in shock

HIS LEGS won’t move any faster. he tries. oh, how he tries. he runs as fast as his aching legs will allow. eyes scan every passing shadow on the street. are there more of them ?? how’d they get in ?? are they following behind ?? he’s too afraid to look behind – afraid that if he does, he might shatter. he runs around a corner before he crashes into something big and hard. not a wall – not that hard – but enough to knock him back on his ass. instinctively he looks up in a panic at the shadowy figure and covers his face with his forearm. he’s sure it’s one of the masked men from the lab. he could tell they were supernatural, so of course they had caught up to him. “please,” he begs. “i don’t know anything.” it’s a lie, but at this point, he’s thinking about his life…

[nicholasmarks]

 “you seem like you do know something. only someone who is keeping some kind of deep dark secret would say something like that.” nicholas stared the man down, eyes narrowed at the man -- a human who was sitting on the pavement after knocking into him. what a beautiful looking human. a inferior species, yes, but humans tended to be...alluring. “your heart is racing a mile a minute, blood rushing through your veins...the sound is deafening.” the vampires jaw clenched as he tipped his head up, almost as if he was too good to do what he did next. which was extend his arm out for the other to take to help him up. 

[travalicious]

[sadisticxprince]