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@anabioun​​ / a monster?

Terror. A feeling they weren’t unaccustomed to, but one that stung just as fiercely every time, that caught them off guard again and again. Living under a deity of fear did not exempt a person from trembling before all the others, and the imperative to Look, Watch, Know did nothing at all to sooth their very human response to what was before them. Yellow, translucent skin that barely covered the network of arteries beneath; watery eyes where one could barely distinguish between the whites and the irises; and lips black with death -- death! This was a walking corpse, a zombie! Some creature of the End, or the Flesh? If the former, was it here for Levi? Oh, God! It was a nightmare on too-long legs! Yet even as they shrank back in horror, grasping uselessly at the front of their shirt as their pulse flew and their chest ached, all their other Eyes were open wide to drink in the sight. Look! Watch! Know! “I don’t-- don’t want to-- no, no, please--!” A corpse, a corpse! If it touched them, would they die? They heaved another breath, their head spun, and they collapsed, insensible, as their Eyes spun in their various sockets and gaped and swallowed all the fear they had to offer.

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    ❝ Devil! ❞ The word cut the air like a knife, Victor's. The young man continued in his Herculean effort to conceal his terror, even as he slowly backed away from the towering form of his creation. He wondered if the pistol he now always kept would now do him any good, but the Orkneys were remote. He doubted anyone would hear a shot if he fired upon the creature now. ❝ Abhorred monster you are, come to revel in my torment! ❞

  He’d spent many a day in total isolation, working over his notes at a frantic pace. With each sleepless night and plate of food that he did not eat, he could feel a fever slowly taking his body once more.  The acquirement of bodies this far north had also been far harder than he’d initially predicted, turning to graverobbers and their steep prices for what he needed. Yet he had prevailed, a female monster lay incomplete on the table of his makeshift lab. The worst was nearly over, all he desired now was to return to a home he missed dearly. To a family whom he’d hurt unimaginably with his own hubris.

   His back braced against the cold highland winds, a part of him wishing it were only the weather that made him tremble so, his brown eyes tearing themselves from yellow ones. Whatever laments the being came to him with now would fall on deaf ears.

    ❝ Out of my sight,  foul wretch. ❞ Victor spat. ❝ Your company is unneeded and undesired.  You shall have your bride soon enough. ❞

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anabioun replied to your chat: drunk classmate: so viktor.... can I ask you a...

answer the fucking question viktor inquiring minds want to KNOW

anabioun replied to your chat: drunk classmate: so viktor.... can I ask you a...  

  do you wear your ‘come and take it’ underwear underneath the 1890s outfit tell me now    

That is between me & the man removing the outfit tha NK U

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Louis had been wandering through the dark tunnels of the catacombs for a good while after noticing he had probably taken a wrong turn. He didn’t blame Armand or the instructions he’d given him, and thought the cause of his mistake had been his own desire to be swallowed whole by the darkness and the dampness of the eerie corridors hidden deep below the Parisian streets. 

It mattered little to him to spend eternity down there, where the notion of time could be easily forgotten, and little rodents would surely satiate his hunger. But he’d miss Claudia. He wouldn’t dare to leave her alone, especially when all the questions they had were answered by a dull truth, a reality as cold and dead as they themselves were. 

The corridors began to turn darker, eerier, and skulls and bones began protruding from the walls the deeper into the catacombs Louis walked. The only sounds he could perceive were his own steps, drops falling arrhythmically from unknown sources, and from time to time, strange beastly growls bouncing on the walls from afar. And God, the smell... 

Armand had told him it didn’t exist, but this had to be Hell itself. There were no flames, but the emptiness of the place seemed to be crushing his soul the deeper he walked. And yet he didn’t stop. His attention had been caught by something. A presence. 

He ran with a human pace, trying to track where it came from, what it was, but the closer he seemed to be getting, the more powerful it was becoming. Turning away was not an option anymore, he had to know. It was definitely not human, not even a vampire... But it was undoubtedly around the next corner. 

Green eyes peeked into the chamber, and Louis felt as if he had shrunk without noticing. The last remains of his soul escaped from him with an unbelieving sigh. The sight before him couldn’t be anything born from nature, but rather escaped from the deepest circle of hell. For a reason unknown to him, Louis knelt, as if the only way to flee was to slither away like a snake. 

“What...?” 

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anabioun replied to your post: Feeling hurt and betrayed by the fact NOBODY...

IT CAME OUT LIKE FOUR YEARS AGO HOW DID YOU NOT KNOW ABOUT THIS

1) I’m poor, I prefer to stay away from video games because they’re expensive and that money can be used for food  2) ^ I just generally don’t keep up with video games lmao, I’m not very good at keeping up with stuff, plus AC really isn’t that popular where I live so nobody talks about it 3) I only recently got interested in AC ngl, and that’s maiiiiiiinly bc of @onlyliberty and @onlycertainty 

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sam hadn’t been able to gather much information about this hunt . most of the reports consisted of residents of hollow rock claiming a big , ugly monster was killing people . well , big and ugly , in sam’s experience , encompassed quite a few monsters , and so in terms of being prepared , well... sam winchester wasn’t . but he did have a trunk filled with weapons , and an extensive knowledge on which to use on what , so if that counted as a start , than at least sam could begin somewhere .

the road stretches on for miles , but according to his gps , the town is only another half hour away . one arm hangs out of the driver’s window , hair blowing backwards with the speed of the car . once he got into town , he’d search out the bodies , question some of the locals once he checked into his motel - the usual protocol for a case like this . one glance out his rearview mirror , and sam thinks he sees something in the surrounding trees . something tall , something lumbering , and he almost stops . but the trees , themselves , qualify as tall and lumbering , so he continues like he hadn’t see it at all .

the motel is just as run down as he would expect . sam purchases a room and waltzes down until he reaches 17 . tote is slung onto the bed as he closes the curtains for some privacy . it’s early afternoon . he’s glad he’s arrived when he did - the more daylight the better . the hunter changes quickly into a terribly tight suit , stuffing the fake fbi badge into his pocket before heading back out , jumping in the stolen car and driving into town . 

inside , he spends all day questioning . he takes a trip to the morgue , finds no bite marks , but that the three victim’s necks have been broken in quite the same way . what his eyes see that no one else’s does is the strange mark on either side of their ribs . he thanked the coroner and left , heading back to change into his regular clothes , and wait for dark to leave again . he knows the town , itself , isn’t large , but the surrounding wooded areas , are . which is where he was headed with a gun , and a machete , and a flame thrower - just in case .

he found himself in the trees , glancing back at the way he had came , to keep his bearings . he’d search for a few hours ( this is where the locals had said it might be hiding , after all ) before he would go back , and try again tomorrow .

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It’s strange, the places your legs will take you when you’re three oxy in and drunk as a skunk at a st patrick’s day parade. The basements of the academy have never been Klaus’ favourite place, not least because of his claustrophobia (klaustrophobia-ha! He’ll have to remember that to tell Ben when he next sobers up). No, there are far worse things than small rooms and dust in these old walls, namely the eight foot corpse monster their dad bought on ebay, or whatever the giant corpse monster equivalent is. In Bee’s defence, it’s not his fault he looks the way he does, and Klaus has heard from Pogo that he’s actually a pretty nice guy once you get past the whole eight foot corpse monster thing. No, as with everything Klaus’ aversion to Bee can be traced back to his dear old father. Much like the mausoleum, papa would lock him down here for hours on end, forcing him to identify each screaming ghost that came with Bee and which part of the body it was attached too. Just a regular ol’ Wednesday night in the life of Klaus Hargreeves, and the others wonder why he does drugs.

“Bee? You down here you big bastard?” Maybe he left, thinks Klaus absently taking a swig of vater’s finest forbidden whiskey. Just got up and walked out when the old bastard dies. He doubts it, and he figures someone should check just to make sure. Klaus doesn't exactly know the re homing procedures for corpse people. “Oh Bee, mon grand ami it’s your ol’ pal Klause, I wanna come say hi!!” 

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        Jane hadn’t expected to be afraid. Irina had tried to prepare her--she realized now just how intently Irina had pressed her, trying to make her understand--but all Jane had known, all she’d wanted to know, was the problem. It was like walking with your head pointed down, so that all you saw was your feet. You missed everything else.

        Her hand reached back for the door. Go home, go home, go home. Her own bed. She wanted to be under her own covers burrowed into the blissful dark and silence. Safe from this. But she’d taken a flight and crossed an ocean to be here; she’d agreed, and there was someone who needed her help. This was someone who needed her help. Even if she turned her back, home wasn’t here, and nothing would be fixed.

        I wouldn’t have called if I could do this myself, Irina said on the phone. Maybe you can fix this. There’s someone who needs you. Please, Jane, can you come?

        She uncurled her fingers from the doorknob. Her hand flexed open and shut, again and again, as she wrapped her arm around her middle and squeezed, keeping herself present. Stepping closer, she said, “My name is Jane.” Her other hand kept a hard grip on her briefcase, her palm sweating.

        She pushed herself a few steps further into the room, and put her briefcase down. There were things you said: It’s nice to meet you, or How are you feeling; that was called bedside manner--she didn’t have any of that. Even under ordinary circumstances. “Can you tell me what’s wrong?” she said. And then, darting a sideways look at her patient from under her furrowed brow, she said, “What’s your name?”