#bittencold

[vampirefiles]

                                𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍    𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛    𝚏𝚘𝚛  :   @bittencold​  .

                                               ❝      𝐲𝐨𝐮     𝐡𝐚𝐝     𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞     to     call     the     police      ,      why    𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵     you     ?    ❞

[251933]

                      “     you    haven’t     changed     at     all.     that     stick     up    there     is     still     firmly     planted.     ”     tone     is     a     saccharine     mixture     of     cynicism     and     amusement,     it     accompanies     a     barely     perceptible   curl     of     her     lips     that     could     almost     be   taken     for     a     smirk.     Her     mind     is     loud     with     pointing     out     the     many     perceived    imperfections     of     Edward     Cullen’s     attire     today.     However,     the     decades     of     disastrous     fashion     trends     still     seem     to     do     wonders     for     him,     and     she     hates     it.     and     thus,     she’ll     fold     her     arms,     and     her     mind     grows     louder     with     criticism     (    it’s     a     shield,     she’s     trying     to     prevent     Edward     from     getting     to     the     very     core     of     her     grudge     against     the     Cullens     that     hasn’t     died     down     ).

                    “     i    was     almost     expecting     you     to     be     into     that    new     all     black     fashion     that’s     going     around     lately,     though.     ”     she     snorts;     it’s    not     polite     at     all,     “     so,     like,     is    your     family     still     keeping     tabs     on     me     or    is     this     just     a     casual     coincidence?     ”   (  @bittencold​  )

[thatprettylittlething]

@bittencold    /      ❛  please don't think so loudly. its very . . . distracting. ❜ ♡

𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐋 𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑 𝐎𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐃𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 is uttered, olive hues darting towards where the stranger hovers. At one time, her own abilities would have seemed equally bizarre and improbable. Who was to say telepathy didn’t exist? Curiosity trumps nerves, shaped eyebrow stretching up on unblemished forehead. ❝  Just what am I thinking about that’s coming across so loudly?  ❞

[witchpyre-a]

@bittencold​ said   :   🔴 gimme.   |   (  blood lust  /  accepting !!  )

11. your  muse  helping  my  muse  clean  blood  off  of  them.

        𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 Edward has decided to join her on a hunt; though, all things considered, Jane is never particularly happy to begin with. She seemed exceptionally moody as she ran through the forest, a blur of striking blonde hair and lithe figure, perhaps attempting to lose him in the maze of trees — a futile attempt, of course.

        She quickly catches on to the scent of a mountain lion nearby and it is only a matter of seconds that tick by before she’s pouncing on the creature, sinking her teeth into its jugular without even bothering to break its neck first. There’s an exquisite sort of beauty in death, in the final moments before the light fades from the lion’s eyes, voracious struggling coming to an abrupt stop. Not far off, she hears what sounds like a crackle of lightning  — the impact as Edward takes down his own meal  — but Jane pays him no mind. 

        It is only when he approaches her minutes later, that she finally acknowledges him. She is sated and full and licking the excess blood that coats her fingers, deceptively youthful. Jane turns her head towards him, sees the grimace on his face, and smirks. She must look possessed; hair wild and eyes bright amber  — having not quite completed the transition to the ‘vegetarian’ lifestyle. Blood drips from her chin and onto the dark hem of her dress. The scene could have almost been comical had she not just killed an animal for its blood. Jane always did enjoy playing with her food.

        Her smirk falters as Edward reaches into his pocket for a handkerchief and, without warning, closes the distance between them to wipe at her hands and face. She smacks his hands away, hissing.  ❛  Stop that. I’m not a child.  ❜