#day004

[sketcherbrows]

whats with this sassy... lost child

[carringtonblackwood]

blood lust || cari & natalia

Location: Black Diamond Time: Late evening, Day 4 in Ashbourne

Carrington wondered what he’d done to deserve this living hell he found himself in. Was it the killing? The taking of life? Was it the hatred in his heart for vampires? Was it his failure to save his wife and child from the very monster he’d hunted his whole life? Was it because he’d tried to die by his own hand because he couldn’t live with the guilt anymore? 

Was this to be his Purgatory? His punishment for all the sins of his life? All the failures. All the shortcomings. It couldn’t be anything else. Carrington was convinced. Especially after finding her. Finding her - the only sane face in a world gone mad - and then realizing he’d already lost her. To the same fucking parasite as everything else he’d ever loved. 

The tragic irony of his current existence was that as much as Carrington hated vampires, as much as he loathed and despised and was disgusted by them, they had something he needed. Something he told himself was a necessary evil, and not a slowly growing addiction. 

Blood. 

Vampire blood. 

It took less than a week for Carrington to start to feel the ache in his chest again. The tingling crawl along his spine. The coiling heat in his belly. The throb of his head and the cold sweat that coated his brow. He told himself he needed it for the chronic pain of his old injuries, but that was a lie. Carrington told himself a lie almost every day. He didn’t lie to others, but to himself... to himself he was more untrue than ever. 

He wanted it. 

Which is why he was sat listening to a beautiful woman sing a beautiful song, and trying not to think of her as a monster. He’d heard her name whispered here and there over the last few days. At least once he’d started paying attention. He’d heard about what she was. Where she worked. It wouldn’t be the first time Carrington had struck a deal with a Vampyre. So he sat by himself with his cheap whiskey, eyes locked on the immortal, and waited. 

She had what Carrington wanted. The question was, did he have anything to give in exchange? 

@txliabites

[coarse-artichoke]

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[mrkchandramouli]

#quicksketch #day004 #dailyart #27WE022019 #art #portrait #mrkchandramouli #chandramoulisvision #kondeti #instaart  #tumblerart

[writscribbs]

#day004 #latergram more #mistakes made but #cestlavie - I didn’t have my brush pen that I had used on the other entries and the date is right- I was too busy being at my sister’s wedding to have done it on #may31 proper but I’ll probably post another one later today that’s more to my liking. I randomly picked this #quote to use and I like it. Keep on moving along.

[writscribbs]

#004 #day004 #hobonichi #qotd #latergram #actionsspeaklouderthanwords

[artyetska]

Day004

[cortnimarieclark]

So ready to get out this lovely #headgear right about now. #365days #epilepsy #selfiespam #me #day004 #hospital #medicalcenter #modified