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young Salma hayek
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every1 should just ask patricia if she’s a vampire already straight up so we all can move on
what if the reason there aren’t any vampires is because they only could drink their same type of blood and checking if the victim was compatible would obviously take so long. what if vampires did exist but extinguished because they didn’t have the proper means.
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“An’ what, do ya reckon, coulda done such a thing?” Lot of urban legends and strange tales from these parts, and while Jonah didn’t believe in any of that garbage it certainly was hard to ignore that a significant amount of unusual things happened, like animals pierced and drained of every ounce of blood, left out to dry discarded with no regard. The money to find out whatever had been doing this though, had been greater than any disbelief in superstition or local myth. Deep weathered grimace, seemingly permanently painted onto his face, remains stoic as he still examines the pointed out wounds with his good eye. Take a hell of a lot of effort for any normal man to go to these lengths.
“Take about eight ‘r ten men t’overpower some of these beasts– Let alone get ‘im still enough t’do work like all that.”
she’s diving into deep thought with a finger to her chin doing its best to aid. oh, who would see her right now, so fresh and with a full tummy. the feigned concern beyond the opacity of her sunglasses. so blatant, roughly laughable. ‘ the proper amount of pain killers. maybe it is a collective job; knowing the right spots to hit you’ll make the devil himself your bitch. it’s not so different from being in bed. ’ a pause and she exchanges a scornful look. ‘ you don’t happen to believe in el chupacabras, do you, mister---? ’
amoiras.
huh. wasn’t expecting that. what was it with ladies and guns recently ? it hadn’t been the first time she’d been in a room with a gun. jeannie rowe had been shot in the shoulder not too long ago by an angry meal. she’d eaten her anyway. she’d only planned for a snack but she’d gone for the whole buffet since she needed to heal. it was funny how karma came to bite people on the ass. there was a joke in that somewhere. she hasn’t reacted yet other than turning to look at the gun. ❝ you do know you’re only three years older than me. ❞
a pout, eyes flicking to look back at patricia. ❝ i’ll do it, but also if i win, you also kiss me. if i lose, you get to stab me or drink my blood. do you drink other blood or just animals. ❞ is she doing this to be a pain ? oh, 100 percent. she has never not been able to rise the occasion in that regard.
a sided smile. ninety three years, one hundred years, one hundred and fifty years— a soul remains joyful as long as you allow it to. the ‘life is too short’ speech might no longer apply on her ( them ), but why subsist eternity with an attitude other than positive and such. after eight decades, running to fulfil another, there must be ways to add an additional spark to everyday events. this being nothing but that.
jeannie’s terms are laid down and a threat to her faith hazes the amusement, only to return in a crocked sneer. ‘ just animals. anything else feels wrong. unless-- ’ the chair drags closer and closer, the nearest she could witness what follows. ribs practically pressing against the table’s edge. ‘ let’s do it like this: it hits me, i kiss you. it hits you, my first taste of human flesh and blood comes from your boyfriend. ’ a pause and she hadn’t beamed so truthfully the whole evening. ‘ it’s my gun, so it’s courtesy i let you go first. ’
‘ aside from bringing some coins to my pockets, love has proved no use to me. ’ the words of a heart that’s been kept alone for so long. quite long, yet not enough. although her attention goes here and there, filling boxes with the remaining books and readings kit so the single residual tent could be finally put away, her beliefs are solid. ‘ it’s not me not giving information on that man so i can spare his life because i love him. it’s me not giving information on him so i can spare everyone time. including myself. ’ a pack of books tumbles in the gap within their feet, allowing her palms a rest upon hips. ‘ it’s hopeless. now, would you be kind and help me carry this one to my car? i can only do so much with two hands. ’
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salma hayek in interview | 1995
‘ magic is not to be understood, captain. nor is love. you can, however, believe in them. do you not believe in love, captain? ’
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the weight of persistence drops to her chest and leaks so gracefully through a prolonged sigh. hands leave the coffee cup for a moment, guided to the room of her purse with determination igniting her eyes. switching her glare, now fixating on jeannie, a gun lands upon the table alongside a cold thud, next to the biscuits. ‘ a single bullet. ’ she begins, yet feels like there’s no more explanation needed. the corners of her lips twitch into a gentle smile, then resumes, ‘ it is like flipping a coin. it hits you, i stay as i am. it hits me, my love, i eat a man whole. ’
@amoiras.
‘ they are deep. about five to six centimeters apart from each other. ’ surely, the morning after, papers will read something about some sort of epidemic; quadrupeds, horses and cows taking the cake, have been found lifeless away from home. as though dealing with a secret government project, the patterns comprised a couple of small openings right in the jugular and a peculiar scald on the femoral biceps that trespassed the skin, which is the next target of patricia’s pointer finger. ‘ y’see that right there? that’s muscle, and it’s fully pale. it’s drained, mister. the horse has been drained. ’
@ambihextrcus.
okei, let’s actually start this off: like this for a starter!
imagine being able 2 turn either into urself but sexier w longer canines n dark circles OR into a cute flyin mouse like darn i wanna b a vampire so bad
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Piedad’s gums rip when her canines elongate and that shit takes time to heal.