#fckk-rory

[bullettotheheart-bullock-blog]

"What the hell do you think you’re doing?"

“I-I was just trying too...help.” Niklaus gulped. “It was out of the love for the people who cared. Please don’t hate me Rory, please don’t tell Raine. I don’t want her to see me as a monster like my father.”

[camden-lum]

crows nest ; camden and rory

Waiting outside the main entrance, Camden stared down at his phone as he stood, cigarette in his other hand. It was steadily burning away, as he was more preoccupied with checking his facebook. When he did realize he hadn’t taken a drag in awhile, his attention snapped upwards.

It seemed to be getting busier now that the evening was finally settling in. The variety in masks was pretty impressive. For himself, he had chosen a simple black crow’s mask. He thought it suited him. His date wasn’t here yet, but he had sent her a text, telling her that he was waiting outside.

[thegrumpy-alphamador-blog]

62-maylie

[He/She] was drunk. [He/She] was eloquently drunk, lovingly and pugnaciously drunk.

Koltan was wasted off his ass when he looked up at Maylie. “I wants me....I wants me another drink. Can I has some more little cutie. I’m so thirsty and my wang hasn’t seen the light in like....five ever.” he pouted.

[hybrid-withtheheart-ofsteel-blog]

25 (from which ever charrie of mine you choose idc)

For a long time, I went to bed early.

“When I was first turned. I had a weird thing for sleeping earlier than I usually did.” Zakarus explained to Lena. “I did it for over hundred years.” he chuckled. 

[oldhuntedhunterjh]

@Sal & Rory w/ Joel

Five Miles Four Miles. They weren’t far off now.  Their scent came in clearly through his nose, causing him to take another puff of his cigarette to dull his senses. What fun would the hunt be if it was over too soon? Ever since Joel Harris was bit eight long years ago, he’s done everything in his power to prevent using his damned werewolf senses to his advantage. There wasn’t a chance in hell that he would ever let anyone know about his secret -- not that anyone that did know lived long enough to tell. 

Three Miles.

The man crouched low to the ground, his tendrils dragging across the mud, finding the shoe-shaped impression and causing a smirk to cross his face. Leveling his revolver, he checked the chamber -- six silver bullets. He made a bet to himself he’d only need two.

Two Miles. It was only a few days ago that he heard through the grapevine of a pair of wolves traveling around together. Lovers. How cute. Maybe if he was in a good mood he’d bury them together in a shallow grave. Probably not. One Mile. He could see it now. A faint flicker of light in the distance. His smirk turned into a grin as he cocked his gun. Two more dead wolves by morning.