“A mark of possession, a mark you leave on those who’s blood you’ve sucked. A show of force, a statement intended to repel other vampires - This prey is mine”
Vanitas- @trichro​
Noe- me
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Secrets in the bloodline ( A Vanitas, Demon’s Line AU)
 Demon’s line is an anime from this season of anime it is very good xx
Summary: Demons known as vampire hide themselve in plain sight among the humans. Some hunt others and hunted, all the stories will lead to the same conclusion. Utter choas
(I am planning on giving everyone a part. Warning very dark themes to come. Let me know if you like it!)Â Â
        Amelia sighed lightly brushing the hair from her face as she waited for the train after work that day. Same old routine, same old workmates and same old problems of the modern day woman. Once again her boss was making weird advancements; the nightmare lay on her like a fog as she boarded the crowded carriage. She could still smell his alcoholic breath on her, looming over her, his eyes taking her in like she was a piece of meat. She shivered sharply at the thought. The sooner she could find a better job she would.
Then she paused. Wait… did she shiver because she was lost in thought? Why was it oh so easy to remember his eyes on her. A small panic ran up her spine as she hastily looked around the crowded train. She had to be imagining that right? Who would be staring at her anyway? Again she tried to ignore it busying herself on her phone and hoping the feeling would pass. The train stopped and the exchanged of passages occur. But the feeling remained the same. She had caught someone’s attention for sure.
There had been reports of skirt chasers in the area, could she be a victim of some pervert? Slowly she reached into her purse and rustled around until she found her keys, lacing them between her fingers ready to defend herself. The journey felt twice as long that day, her heart raced unmercifully as she tried to shake the feeling of the eyes on her through the crowds of office workers.
Then there it was, something glinting in the light as people moved, ready to depart. A crucifix hanging around the neck of a blond haired male. As her eyes trailed up from his neck to his face another jolt ran up her spine. Her eyes met green. The stranger was staring right at her with a predatorily gaze and she felt fear.
        The doors opened and even though it was three stops early she departed the carriage in haste. Every nerve in her body screamed at her to run. Symbols related to holiness were never a good sign, and with the overwhelming attention she was receiving, Amelia knew she was in danger. The clicking of her heels increased faster and faster almost matching her panicked breathing. The feeling of eyes on her intensified and a quick look over her shoulder clarified she was being followed; the man from the train was running behind her. He tilted forward and began to gain on her, whilst she was in the public eye, the stranger was sure to catch her. Amelia sharply turned down a back street and began to sprint. Her fear built itself into full hysteria, and she had to fight the feeling of her tears that prickled her eyelids. Why her? Why today? She hadn’t done’ anything wrong!
There was a cry of pain as Amelia fell over her heel and hit the ground, her bag flying open and scattering items all over the ground. Her hand clasped her own ankle trying to assess if it was twisted or not. Her fear only mixing further, overwhelming her senses, Amelia crawled towards her belongings, if she could get to her phone and ring the police then that was witness enough to be left alone. Clutching the small box and illuminating the screen, she managed to dial the first number when the sound of footsteps approaching her commanded her attention.
“Mademoiselle~” A male voice rang out in a sing-song tone accompanied with the sound of chains being dragged along the floor. Amelia look upwards to see a new threat. Long raven hair and deep blue eye. Playful and full of malice, he slowly advanced towards her dragging a long chain behind him. “Where are you going, Mademoiselle?”
“Please! I haven’t hurt anyone!” She begged, backing away from the male as the blond from the train found his way to them. Her escape routes were blocked “I’ve been clean for years!”
“I am sure that’s what you think” The blue-eyed stranger came closer, with a tight grip on the metal links, he swung it sharply at the woman. She screamed in surprised as adrenaline rushed through her veins, her reactions quickened and before Amelia could stop herself, the chain was caught between her palms, and her eyes began to glow a faint red hue.
“Vampire” The blond male whispered as he retrieved a pole from an inside pocket and with a twist extended it and took a battle stance. The other slowly drew his way down the chain towards the woman.
“You are a vampire, my dear. No matter how long it takes, no matter how, good, you think you are. You will murder. So why not do everyone a favour and come with us. The more you resist, the harder it will be on you”
        The woman didn’t put up much of a fight, but she did try to run and that only spurred the hunters on. With her increased speed and strength, she would get away in no time if it were just the police, especially since with one jump the woman took to the rooftops, heels discarded and heart reaching critical, a small distance became no feat at all. Before long she had put distance between them.  However, the two she left behind, were about as normal as she was. The special demon hunting squad of the city; Chasseurs.
Pulling his hair over his shoulder the raven-haired male smiled and pulled a syringe from a pouch on his belt. There was a hunger in his eyes, a craving for the power. With it, Amelia never even had time to process what was happening. She hurdled to the ground at speed, a hand wrapped around her head and a knee in her back, she was pinned. Terrified the timid woman peered up at the man through her dishevelled hair. The Chasseur was much more different now under the influence of the unknown drug. At that moment she saw that the rumours were true, the predatory look had changed. The dark-haired assailant’s smile was like staring into the devil himself, the left iris lost its colour and gained the same hue as blood.
The Chasseurs were half vampire.
“Ah that was good, Number 268” The victor cracked his shoulder looking at the blond next to him “Although you nearly let her get away… this is why you are not allowed to hunt alone.”
268 didn’t respond as he watched the vampire be loaded into the back of the van. She was bound and gagged but her face was soaked in tears that carried on, she looked more a victim then a villain and that lay heavy on him for a moment. Like a small niggling feeling a guilt that they just convicted an innocent woman to a fate worse than death.Â
Chasseurs didn’t have names only numbers. The reason publicly was that it protected the families against vampires seeking revenge, although most of the agents under the Chasseurs were orphans and street urchins rescued from a life of poverty. The real reasoning, however, was far darker.
“Come on 268, you’re thinking again” The blond snapped awake as the other clicked in front of his face and spoke down to him “I will have to tell the Doctor if you are thinking again”
“Ah!” He tried to mask his daydream “No of course not 69, I am just exhausted, we have been hunting all day”
69 tilted his head and then smirked “Oh really? I guess that is true, you are still new at this” He chuckled a little in a playful manner and paused staring at the other. Suddenly the dark haired male hooked a hand under 268’s chin and leant in. It was sudden and terrifying making the other shrunk away a little “I hate you so much, just remember the moment I have permission, I will slaughter you”
The sentence was spoken so naturally with such a deadpan expression, but 69 never made ideal threats, and his hatred for the members of the organisation past number 220 was near legendary; they were different from the rest of them after all. 268 just nodded and excused himself, the less he angered one so close to the original 50 the better.
        Upon returning to the headquarters the two were to go their separate ways and 268 couldn’t wait to be away from the other. He would twitch and stare and mumbled under his breath, which the blond was sure were curses at him whenever the two were left alone. If anything 268 planned to hold up in the library and pretend the other hadn’t threatened him again. Although the moment they crossed the threshold into the lobby they were greeted by another which halted that plan.
The Headquarters building was very bland. A tall wide central tower with a staircase that wound up the outside with several levels of labs, social rooms and living quarters along balcony walkways, from the very top of the ceiling hung a large silver and glass chandelier down most of the tower, providing the light for the entire building. Most of the rooms here were abandoned due to the departure of agents before them, but the organisation stood by the ideal that those rooms would be filled one way or another. In the centre of the room stood a robust gentleman adorned with a lab coat and assortment of goggles and scarves. His name was Doctor Moreau and he was the head scientist of the Chasseurs, and more or less the heart of the organisation.
“69~” He called skipping over and wrapping his arms around the boy. 69 didn’t react and looked at the man who fawned over him with a deadpan expression.
“What is it, Doctor?” He asked. “Did you need assistance again?”
The Doctor chuckled deeply and pulling away pulled a vial from within his coat “I have a present for you~ something with increased potency~”
There was no reaction in 69 for a moment but then the corners of his lips curled up into a cruel smile and there was a spark in his eyes again “You mean you need a tester?”
“Yes~” Moreau smirked “And I thought of you”
“Oh, Doctor you shouldn’t have” 69 was suddenly a lot more affectionate towards the man. The two share some weird delusion although that would most likely be because 69 had grown up from a young age here. 268 took it as a sign to depart and began to head past the two towards the social area.
“Oh 268~”
He froze and turned around to see 69 looking at him. The look on his face was very dark and playful. The blond felt himself sweating under the gaze “I hope you don’t end up thinking again~”
The Doctor turned to look at 268 with curiosity and fear buzzed through the blond man “Oh? Are you having thinking problems again 268? You better come to my office after dinner, you need your medicine again it seems”
“U-um yes Doctor”
He promptly turned and began to walk away at quicker pace. The blond didn’t want any more medicine! Why was he even here in the first place? This made 268 pause for thought in the hallway. Why was he here? Without meaning to the thought circulated in his head. He couldn’t remember, he could never remember. He knew that he had only been there a few months or so but that was all. No that wasn’t true, there was one thing he remembered like it was etched on his mind permanently. The letter R.
        But outside those walls, life went on. Another missing person’s report to file and the existence of vampires swept under the rug once more. Only rumours, as the dust from the capture, flew into the air. Violet eyes narrowed looking out over the skyline seeing the final lights of the authorities disappear.
“See…everything is done. There was nothing you could do” The female voice floated through the open balcony door.
“You don’t know that…I could have done something” he replied running a hand through his platinum hair. The female sighed loudly and wandered over to the door knowing that without even seeing his face, he was troubled. There wouldn’t be much sleep tonight.
“Try not to think about it Noe” She responded “Now come inside and help me with the last few boxes”
Noe looked over his shoulder at her and nodded, trying to put his nerves down to the fact this was the first night here. He had a life to maintain after all.
“My, my, out of all the agents why am I always having to revisit 268” The Doctor sighed as he secured 69 into the chair for the experiment. The man in the chair looked away in a bored like fashion, clearly jittery and desiring the drug more than the conversation.
“Well that’s what you get from a volunteer drive” he muttered “Too long asking questions in their lives to understand, the bliss we have here”
“You may be right 69” The Doctor hummed filling the needle.
“I hate them….they should all die” The dark eyes locked with the Doctor’s “Let me kill them”
“Now, now 69” The needle went in and the subject curled in the chair making a sharp cry as his eye blazed into a bright red; the reaction was instantaneous “You’ll get your chance…when the time comes”
Day 1: Herd
This guy never got given a name- sad times. But he was created as a villain for a comic called -The Mirror Body.
It was a fan comic where the guy had the power to turn into anyone else. Basic evil experiment where because he couldn’t remember his own face to turn back into just kept jumping between forms and committing evil deeds just cos it was in his DNA
So I am back from Scarborough and I have a small announcement. More of a challenge to myself (with help from a random word generator) I am doing a theme a day exercise called.
“My Character May”
So its a month of Original character as well as regular weekly events on the page.
I would love to see other people try with me xx If you do just tag me! I would love to see people’s characters!
