#alvcrd

[hellsholyground]

continued from here. || @alvcrd​

       𝐎𝐇 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃. the human’s heart is racing, eyes darting around the basement like a cornered rabbit. even with the other’s seemingly unthreatening words it doesn’t seem to alleviate his anxiety. this whole situation is simply insane and dom wonders why he out of every human on the planet was seated in front of him. within minutes the adrenaline of it all came crashing down, leaving him nervously shuffling his feet. 

       ❝ . . . oh. okay. well, um . . . ❞ a silence fills the space. ❝ what now . . . ? ❞

[irnblooded]

@alvcrd (cont.)

“Someone’s extra moody tonight, what’s on your mind alucard?” She took out the other target which decided to flee upon seeing them with a ball of fire from her hands burning the poor creature to ash, a sigh escaping her lips. “is it the rate of ghouls popping up lately?”

[monstriiss]

@alvcrd​ 

“  What are you going to do. . .  ”

Hand curled around the head of the hapless mortal, claws dug into their flesh until blood began to drip and their pained cries muffled by her palm, all the while her gaze remained fixed upon the No Life King, a wry grin stretched across her bloody maw. 

“  — stop me?  ”

[blccdsucker]

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Alastor knows that he’s new. Shiny. Too fresh to blend in properly amongst his own kind. The primogen and elders emanate immortal confidence. They know their places in vampiric society. He reminds everyone of dew on AstroTurf. Unnatural and newly installed. 

But even across the room he can tell the stranger ( that stranger ) is a threat. Stance and clothing are familiar, nothing should have given Alastor such a fright. Regardless, the malkavian’s undead heart began to race under his ribcage, almost bruising itself in furious movements. The whispers seemed excited, a frightful thought, ‘𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓁𝓈 𝒹𝓇𝒶𝓅𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝓇𝑜𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝒶𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈’. Alastor held his polite smile as he continued small talk amongst other museum goers. 

When the stranger ( that stranger ) brushed past him, the fledgling was hit with a wave of fury and nausea. He’d not meant to glare -- and quickly softened his expression with a laugh, 

                       “Y’ scared me.”

[storiesungaa]

@alvcrd sent ❛ i chose you, you chose me. ❜ for integra

“I chose you?” A laugh rumbles from her body, though it sounds completely unamused. It’s more taunting than anything. Is her pet serious? Does he really believe she had chosen him? “If I recall correctly, you’re the one who pledged your allegiance to me.” On that night where everything had gone to hell and she’d nearly died. Choosing him had not been the words she would use. 

“Go find something else to do than bother me, Alucard. I have things to do and you’re simply being a pest. You do know how much I despise pests.”

[ophclicsarchive]

it felt like it had been weeks since ophelia had seen the familiar face that she claimed to hate so much. in reality, it had only been four or five days since she had seen the male. but the last time their paths had crossed, he had nearly given her a heart attack -- not only did he look like utter shit, he had refused to give her much information about what had happened, or who had done it to him. she knew that alec was withholding information from her, though she couldn’t figure out why. while they had never been the closest friends, or hardly friends at all, she had always had his back when it came down to it -- in her mind, she was the only one who could talk shit about alec, or lay a hand on him. while she was aware that showing up out of the blue would earn her a few extra insults, she needed to make sure that he was okay, and attempt to get to the bottom of what was going on. but as she pulled up to alec’s place, she caught a glimpse of two men getting into a car and pulling out of his driveway. her heart felt like it had dropped into the pit of her stomach, and she was quick to park her car and get to his front door, knocking on it once, then twice, then a third time for good measure. she hadn’t expected alec to open the door, looking perfectly fine, but she was thankful that her worst fears weren’t brought to life all the time. and as soon as the male did open the door, she pushed past him, barging her way into his house. “so... what? you can’t answer your fucking texts now?” she questioned, glaring towards him. “what’s going on with you, alec? what are you hiding? and who were those guys that just left?” @alvcrd

[monstriiss]

@alvcrd : i will give you... my unlife 😔🖤

drath: we both know that's worth shit give me your fucking hat

[storiesungaa]

@alvcrd sent ❝  you’re  no  good  to  me  dead  .  ❞ for seras

“Master!” She exclaims - she hadn’t seen him there. He’s good at that - sneaking up on her. On her bleeding shoulder, there is a bite mark, where a ghoul had gotten ahold of her. It’s nothing serious but it isn’t exactly healing - she’s not drinking blood like she should be.

He’s right, she’ll be no good to him dead. But, she’s fine. Right? Of course, it’ll heal, it’s not a life-threatening injury. “I’m fine, Master. Promise!” But as she lifts her sleeve up to inspect the nasty bite, she hisses at the pain it causes, giving a full body grimace.