don't worry i don't bite

dougal mcleod. 125 years old. vampire. i teach literature at the Institute nd no, we won't be taking up dracula.

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@rauldantedrago

Raul probably shouldn’t be reading while he walked back to his cell.

He knew that, but he always had a better chance of being ignored if he looked occupied. Of course, it had his dangers and he shouldn’t have been surprised when he nearly ran into someone. He cleared his throat, looked up and muttered a quick apology, “I’m sorry.” He moved then, with the intention of moving past them. Eyes already back in his book.

Dougal was walking back to his own room, carrying his stack of unchecked papers and books when he nearly collided with a stranger. In his surprise, a few of the books slipped out of his grasp and tumbled to the ground. He groaned in exasperation and set down his papers, kneeling down to retrieve his books. “I always appreciate a lover of literature, but not at the expense of others, please,” he uttered, his voice slightly irritated.

[nessa-foley-blog]

Music Break | Open

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@professor-jo-augello

Jo smiled at the stranger, blushing slightly at the excited request. “Well there is no need to apologize, you are more than welcome to sit and listen if you’d like. I’m Jo, by the way. What’s your name, dear?” She asked curiously, still playing softly as she spoke to him, giving him a warm and welcoming smile

Dougal almost became dizzy by the beauty of the music and of the woman who was playing. Cautiously, he approached the piano and pulling aside a nearby chair, he placed his seat right beside hers, excitedly anticipating more. “Pleasure to meet you, Jo,” he said, grinning. “Dougal McLeod. I teach Literature. I’m assuming you’re a music teacher?” 

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@daisyxlynch

“Uh huh! I couldn’t decide so I did both, and so far so good. I have two jobs too so I guess you could say that I like to keep busy” she giggled. Really, work didn’t take up all that much time, as she was only at Exotic Tastes at night, and the Apothecary when Professor Augustus needed her. Or just when she felt like being there to keep up her potions practice, if nothing else. Daisy clapped when the male accepted her offer, mind reeling as she tried to decide where to take him first. There were just so many places.. “Oh good! And don’t worry, we all get silly sometimes. Me..most of the time” she smiled, placing a hand on his arm. “So you’ll have to tell me what you like, so I’ll know just where to take you. There’s the beach and the bakery and the music shop and the apothecary where I work and the one that Miss Raven owns and the antique shop and we even have a mall here! Oh..and the sex shop too” she grinned, giving him a playful wink.

“Two majors and two jobs? Oh my. I only have one job and the thought of it alone already makes me tired,” he replied, chuckling. Throughout the years of his self-imposed exile, he had taken up odd jobs, but had never really stayed long, opting to keep moving around, looking for something that kept him interested. He hoped to be as enthusiastic as Daisy about his new position at the Institute. At the mention of a sex shop, Dougal had to choke back his sound of surprise, passing it off instead as laughter. “My, now I’ve got to see that...as well as the apothecary you work in, of course.”

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@noahwrightx:

He snorted when he was told to get lost, all to happy to do just that. He had better things to do than convince some cranky rich fucker to let Noah cheer him up, so he was already turning away when the man spoke again. Lips curling into an amused grin, he hesitated mid-step, considering walking away without answering–but in the end, he couldn’t resist, and he stopped again, clicking his tongue once or twice.

“Well, that ain’t very nice, now, is it?” he said, not bothering to hide the fact he was teasing. “And not even true. I think you’re fundamentally misunderstanding the point of this whole slavery thing, too, honey. What, pray tell, do you imagine I am here for if not to… help.” That was said pointedly and with a little wiggle of his eyebrows, his smile turning wicked with his own amusement.

He thought the other had left him alone, just as he had asked, but he heard the same voice pipe up, this time sounding even more of a tease than before. Amidst his frustrated and frantic rampage, Dougal was so absorbed in his own thoughts that he hadn’t realized the gravity of what had slipped out of his mouth. Seeing the other’s amused smirk and remembering what he said, the professor put two and two together and immediately tried to back track.

“That...that wasn’t what I was insinuating at all,” he sputtered out, his cheeks heating up as he began to feel more embarrassed. Despite being told of his privileges as a teacher, he had hardly given it a thought. He wasn’t even sure if the whole slave-master situation was real and what exactly it entailed. "Look, like I said, this isn’t helping me at all,” he let out, even more frustrated as before as he was clearly flustered by the other’s smooth and charismatic aura, which was so strikingly opposite of his withdrawn and slightly fidgety demeanor.

[quinten-sawyer]

Settling In || Open

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@quinten-sawyer:

Quinten thought it odd for there to be slaves here. It seemed like a highly unusual thing to exist in the world given the observations he had made before. However, it wasn’t his business how they ran things. It was a requirement he take one and he supposed if it ever changed, he could make a nurse out of them. He hesitated in his answer, not because he didn’t want to tell him but because he wasn’t sure of the answer. “Yes, I can definitely heal them should they be injured. If they were to die, you’d have a half hour or so to find me and I could bring them back. There might be older angels here that could maybe afford you a little more time, but perhaps don’t leave it that long.” He said, thinking that he probably shouldn’t need him at all but that was something the other man probably knew regardless. He suggested a blood drive, thinking that it would be good to keep the vampires from feeding on others unless they wanted to- and the worse case scenario being he would have it on hand for the typical need. He saw the man take a sip of the blood, knowing soon the hunger would take over. “I’ll be in my office if you need me.” He said pointing, and then leaving him to eat. The man deserved his privacy and not his gawking.

Before he knew it, he felt his primal instincts take over. His entire body screamed for blood, blood, blood, and nothing more. At that moment, he couldn’t care less if the doctor was watching him or not--all he needed was to consume all the blood as quickly as possible. He gave up taking sips of the blood; instead, he used his bare hands to scoop the blood into his mouth, not caring that the blood was dripped down his chin, onto his clothes, and even on the blood he was sitting on. He let out a satisfied moan, almost sounding as if he had just orgasmed. When his hands couldn’t sufficiently scoop up any more blood, he just took the basin and licked the whole thing clean. He licked his fingers free of blood and if he was just a little more hungry, he was pretty sure he might have accidentally bit his fingers off in his frenzy. In less than a minute, all the blood was gone and Doug was left with an empty basin. He groaned at the loss, but he felt that his hunger had been satiated. All of it happened so fast that he hadn’t realized the mess he made. He stood up from the bed and walked to the doctor’s office. He stood at the doorway and held up the empty basin for the other to see. “Whoops,” he said, smiling and blissfully unaware that his face, hair, and clothes were smeared with blood.

[dhanilyman]

Foolish Enough | Dhani & Doug

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@dhanilyman​:

“I’m a little older than some, I know,” Dhani gave a shrug, though hardly seemed embarrassed by that confession himself. He had a very valid reason for skipping what would normally be college years for a student that had done as well as he had in high school. He would not have traded any of it.

Dhani’s smiled broadened at the mention of the man infront of him being a Lit professor. And noticed the professor seemed more nervous than anything. On edge. Dhani appreciated that, welcomed it even. It meant the man had feeling, anxious or otherwise. It was a good thing. Dhani had been an absolute mess on his own arrival; the collar he wore around his neck was nearly a year old, a little sun bleached and cracked from salt water and spending as much time as he could this summer on the beach, when they were given the whole day and not just an hour to themselves.

“Well, um, there’s on campus stuff, like the library, places like that or kind of off campus stuff? Like Qhuinn’s bakery or Raven’s tea shop or the beach? What would you like to see first? And,” Dhani made a sweeping gesture with his hand, “any questions you want to ask, please, feel free. I remember when I first came I had someone just bluntly tell me the worst of everything, so I don’t intend to repeat that experience with others.”

His eyes lit up at the mention of a library. “There’s a library here? Well, of course, there is, I mean this is a school...” he continued excitedly, half talking to himself. Amidst the chaos that had been moving in and then realizing how much he had left behind, the thought hadn’t occurred to him. He could already envision himself spending hours in the library, reading and checking papers. Already, he felt much better. 

Hearing the other’s offer, Dougal nodded, replying, “Why, thank you. That’s very gracious of you. I’d love to see the library first, actually.” He beamed at Dhani, already excited to see the campus. “The...worst of everything? Like what?” he asked, not sure if he even wanted an answer.

[professor-davenport-blog]

“I think I’ve finally recovered from all of the amazing Thanksgiving food I shoved down my gullet, what about you?”  He asked, glancing over at the person who approached. 

[professormcleod-blog]

”Oh, I don’t think so. My stomach is still in shambles. Guess I shouldn’t have let myself consume so much turkey and blood in one night,” he chuckled. “No regrets, though,” he added. His spirits were still high from Thanksgiving and was glad to see he was not the only one.

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@littlemissjuniper

Juniper perked up hearing his Scottish accent and though he was unhappy she couldn’t help but smile at the thought of meeting another person from the U.K. “Sorry, I’m not smiling at you being unhappy Sir,” she said, her own London accented voice sounding apologetic. “I just haven’t met anyone from the U.K. in awhile is all. But sir, you can leave if you want, I think there’s a form or something you can fill out if it’s just a short visit or something.”

“Wow, that...hadn’t crossed my mind,” he replied as the realization dawned on him. In his frustration, the possibility of just filling out forms and asking permission didn’t even occur to him. He could get so wrapped up in his thoughts that common sense just flew out the window. “Huh,” he said to himself, wanting to laugh for how stupid he must have seemed.

He snapped back to the present and realized he had zoned out. “Oh, is that so? Where are people around here mostly from?” he asked when he processed what the girl had said about him being from the UK as well.

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@littleraeofsunshinedannie:

Dannie looked at him with a small shrug” Sadly, I do believe so but.. I am sure that with holidays coming up and such you would be able to leave and get your things maybe?” she offered hopefully. She looked over at him once more “ Literature that sounds like an interesting subject, what made you want to teach that, I am a dance major myself “.  Dannie looked at him as he looked a bit uncomfortable about her telling him that she was a slave” I wasn’t always one, but yes.. part of the fine print that they don’t tell the grant students, although sometimes it’s not all that bad mostly”  He had said his home was far away and that made her a bit curious “ I hope that this question isn’t like overly personal but where was your home before here” she asked.

Hearing the reminder of the holidays, Dougal immediately perked up. So, there was hope. After all, it wasn’t like he was going to be stuck there forever...right? “Well, I’ve always loved books, even as a child,” he replied proudly. “And I’ve been around...a while. There isn’t really a better way to pass the time.” He shrugged and leaned against the wall, half-relieved and hopeful. He slowly felt his stress melt away. 

 After hearing the girl’s story, he felt bad for her, but also curious about what one did as a slave exactly. “I’m from Scotland,” he said, smiling sadly as he remembered his homeland. He would be back one day. He was sure of it. “Now, if you don’t mind me asking...what do slaves do exactly? Do laundry?”

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@innocentcharly:

Charlene bit her lip when the Professor wasn’t really nice. “Can I help you somehow, Sir?” She asked and wished she had just left it and not talked to him at all. But at the same time she would have thought about it the whole day then.

Noticing the collar on the girl, Dougal chuckled lowly. “You’re a slave, aren’t you? What exactly do slaves do around here?” he asked, half-teasingly, half-curious. No one had exactly spelled it out for him yet, but he was no lamb himself. He didn’t want to assume...but there were only so many possible meanings for what a slave was meant for.

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The First Encounter // Colton & Dougal

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@drgravesphd:

“Check out? No. But if you have anyone back home they can send you things.” He replied. “Though you can leave, you are a professor, not a slave. There’s a form you can fill out requesting to go home.” He explained. “Do you not have anyone else? No children? What of your maker?”

Dougal felt even worse when he heard the other’s answer. “No, I...I don’t have anyone,” he admitted quietly. He looked away, not wanting the other to see that he was tearing up. Most days, it was bearable, but being reminded that there was absolutely no one on the outside waiting for him...that struck a chord. “And don’t even mention my....maker,” he added, with a tone of disgust. “It was a monster that took away my wife...and my life.”

[professormcleod-blog]

A song that makes you want to fall in love?

Oh my. Hard to say. All love songs, honestly. Wouldn’t It Be Nice by The Beach Boys is the first that comes to mind, though. Never fails to make me nostalgic and wish I had someone to dedicate it to.

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Thirsty? Anyone you’re dying to sink your fangs into yet? Seen any pretty girls, boys or other professors who look tasty?

Quite a few, actually. Not that I’d tell you who, though.

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@liliana-cassily:

“No, no, no, you’re quite alright. You didn’t disturb me in the least.” Lily took another small step closer, letting her cane lead ahead of her. “And I’m very sorry to hear that something is wrong. Perhaps I can help?” A smile, soft and meek as her voice, graced her lips as she held out a hand to him. “I’m Lily, by the way. Well, Liliana, but Lily is far less of a mouthful. I take it that you’ve only just arrived here, Sir?” She knew the first few days of a new arrival at The Institute could be overwhelming. To be honest, the overwhelmed feeling never truly went away in full, she’d found, and if there was any way that she could help ease the transition for this new face she’d do her best to help. “It can be a little much her at first.”

Dougal shook his head, officially giving up on his useless rampage. “Ah, I’d rather not think about it anymore,” he admitted. He doubted there was any way to retrieve his old items given his current situation. The professor shook the other’s hand graciously and returned a gentle smile. “Pleasure to meet you Lily, I’m Dougal, but you can just call me Doug. And yes, I arrived yesterday.” He nodded at the other’s comment. “How long have you been here?” he asked, suddenly curious.

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The First Encounter // Colton & Dougal

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@drgravesphd:

Colton watched Dougal extend his hand and he wondered briefly if no one had taught this boy how to be a vampire. Of course, with his past Colton had been taught many different things over many different centuries and this century it seemed apparent (and abhorrent in his eyes) that vampires tried so much to seem like humans still. Sure Colton could mix with humans, but he would never try to act like a human with one of his own kind. “I’m nearing a thousand.” Colton told Dougal. “Nine centuries and eighty years.” He nodded after a moment of thought, as if he had forgotten for a moment how old he actually was. “So, what is the problem that has you acting… quite human?” He asked as he leaned against a wall, watching Dougal with interest.

Dougal’s jaw dropped when he heard that man before him was nearly a thousand years old. His research had told him that vampires could live for hundreds of years if they managed to not get killed, but it never occurred to Dougal that one could actually live for nearly a millenium. The fact that he had made it to a hundred still blew his mind, especially since he hadn’t aged a day since he was turned. 

Upon hearing the question, Dougal suddenly felt embarrassed, his cheeks slightly heating up. “Oh, uh, I left a few pretty important things back home,” he let out sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck and averting his eyes from the other, who seemed to be observing him. “I don’t suppose there’s a quick check-out out of here, is there?”

[xeniarosales]

Intro - Dougal&Xenia

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@xeniarosales​

A lit cigar nestled between her long, perfectly manicured fingers, Xenia made her way through the hallway, humming to herself as she went. The click of her Jimmy Choo’s against the floor somehow seemed to coincide perfectly with whatever she was humming, and like always, she was hardly paying attention to what was going on around her. Which was how she ended up walking right someone else, stumbling back a couple steps. “The fuck?” she exclaimed, glaring at the man, green eyes blazing with annoyance. “You have eyes, don’t you? Learn to fucking move.”

Dougal’s mind ran amuck with a thousand thoughts and he actually thought he might explode. He felt so angry--mostly at himself, but also the fact of irreversible circumstances. There was probably no way he could check out to return to his beloved home...and this frustrated him beyond belief. He wanted to scream, kick, bite, just something to let off steam. Because he was so absorbed in his thoughts, he failed to see the approaching figure and before he knew it, they collided right into each other, immediately bringing him back to reality. Despite being the one who had walked into him, the woman had the audacity to get angry at him. He shot fiery glares of anger at the stranger and retorted, “Look, I was just here minding my own business, so why don’t you fuck right off before things get ugly?” his voice dripping with hate. Doug hated causing scenes in public, but because he was so fired up, a part of him wanted to retaliate.

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@annekexlovdahl

“What?” Anneke asked, looking up from her half-eaten cake to the person she’d felt staring. She was aware someone sitting at a table eating a whole cake by themselves wasn’t exactly a common sight, and it was also a bit unusual for her since she preferred to indulge at home by herself. “I had a craving and vampires don’t gain weight.”

After his last class of the day, Dougal decided to treat himself with a cup of coffee and some pastries. He found his way to the Southern Moon Bakery and Cafe and ordered himself a pile of sugary treats he’d probably regret later. Looking around, he realized he wasn’t with anyone, so eating his plate all alone would look more than pathetic. That is, until he spotted someone who was also alone. He hadn’t realized he was staring when the girl looked up and addressed him. “Oh, I’m not judging at all,” he quickly said. “As you can see,” he looked down at his equally full tray of food, “I’m also one hell of a hungry vampire.” He grinned and added, “Mind if I join you?”