I was going to answer this normally- but I just love writing kidnapping scenes, so. Uh.
CW: Kidnapping, vampires, a little begging, mentions of hypothermia, mentions of car accidents, and I think this counts as human trafficking?
Around 600 words- short and sweet.
Isaac hadn’t seen a blizzard this bad in years. Snow drifts practically buried his car and the power had been out for around two hours now. Maybe he should invest in a backup generator, it might be like this all winter. Still, nothing he could do about it now. Reading by candle light isn’t as cozy as it might sound when it’s sub-zero outside and the central heating isn’t working. And just as he managed to get himself immersed in the story, there was a desperate banging on his front door.
“What–” Isaac murmured to himself. What could possibly be out there? Cold struck through his body as he forced himself to leave his cocoon of blankets. He was still grumbling when he looked through the peephole, but his temperament quickly chanced to concern when he saw what was definitely a person shivering at his door. Before he could even think, the door was unlocked and flung open.
“Oh- god, are- are you okay? What are you doing out here?” Isaac didn’t know how to react, was was he supposed to do in this situation.
“Got in a car wreck… Mile away…” They spoke, voice as weak as you would think it would be. It was a very rural area, was this really the first salvation they could find? “Could I make a call? Please?”
“Yes-! Of course, please come in!” Isaac gestured for the stranger to come into his home, “There’s blankets on the couch, please help yourself.” He said, handing them his phone. He was so amazed that this person could have walked a mile in that weather. Maybe it was some king od hysteric strength? He really didn’t know what to do.
He ended up stepping out of the room, figuring it rude to evesdrop, as well as wanting to compose himself. Maybe he should call 911? That person probably has some form of hypothermia or frostbite. And while his thoughts were swarming, the lights flickered back on and the hum of the heater started up. Oh. Convenient. At least now they can wait for help in the warmth. He’ll go fix them a hot drink. That’s a good thing to do now that the power is back on.
“Uhm. Would you like something to drink?” He asked as he walked back into the room where his surprise guest was. They tensed slightly and sat up more straight. Isaac felt a chill and he didn’t think it was from the cold this time.
“Yes. I would love a drink.” They said, standing up from the spot they were sat. And for the first time, he got a good look at their face. His heart dropped into his stomach. Red eyes and fangs. Oh no. No, no, no, nononono–
Isaac stumbled backwards before the vampire he let in lunged at him. The struggle didn’t last very long, of course it didn’t. Supernatural strength pinned him to the ground and pushed his head to the side.
“NO- Please, no, stop- please don’t hurt me!” Isaac fruitlessly struggled under their grip.
“Oh, I would love to bite you,” Their fangs only barely hovered above the fragile skin of his artery. His heart was beating a million miles an hour and he hated thinking about how appetizing he must be right now. “But I can’t risk damaging the merchandise.” Their fangs pulled away and Isaac took a breath of confused relief. They grabbed his chin and forced eye-contact.
“You’re going to sleep now.” They said. And Isaac felt compelled to let his eyes close.
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(idk if y'all wanna be tagged in little prequel drabbles like this but just in case)
Plot: Candie and Bryan are meeting up, and the topic of Candie’s new lover is brought up.
“Yeah, I’m totally over him now!” Candie confirmed, as she sat down with Bryan in one of her big poofy chairs, filing the vampire’s nails. “Like, I’ve entered a new chapter in my life, like it’s super great, you know? I’m even seeing someone new!”
“Oh really, who’s the victim this time?” Bryan teased, laughing as Candie tried to smack his arm in protest.
“Don’t say that!” she whined. “I’m not that bad!”
“Sure, sure,” Bryan nodded. “Go on, go on, who’s your new boy toy?”
Candie smiled. “I met him a while ago at 79’s, he’s super hot!”
“Okay, does he have a name?”
“His name is Guler--Giler--Ga--” Candie paused, trying to remember how her new lover’s name was pronounced, until she let out an annoyed sigh as she gave up trying. “His name is Gui!”
Bryan raised an eyebrow. “Is that the weirdo with a manbun?”
“He’s not weird!”
“Honey, have you seen the way he dresses up? Talk about tacky…”
“It’s just his style, it’s like - what was it - like, underground y’know?”
Bryan blinked. “No, I don’t.”
Candie flipped her short hair to the side. “So like, it’s like when people are, like, super into stuff that, like, not a lot of people are super into yet, it’s like a way of life y’know?”
“I still don’t know,” Bryan complained. “And from the sound of it, it seems that your new guy is full of himself...kinda starting to miss Isaac now.”
Candie scoffed, as she tore her hands away from her friend. “No fucking way, Gui is a million times better than Isaac, he’s like super smart and shit!”
“Really?”
“Uh-huh! Like, just by being with him makes me feel super interlectual!”
“I’m sorry, what?” Bryan asked, trying to hold back his laughter.
“Interlectual! You know, someone that’s, like, super smart!”
“Sweetie, it’s intellectual.”
Candie paused for a moment, taking in what Bryan had told her, before bursting into a huge smile. “Oh my god, they changed it? Am I the first to know?”
“No, Candie--”
“Oh my god!!!” she squealed. “I’m the first to know about something smart, now I’m really interlectual!”
Bryan sighed, as Candie happily continued to do his nails, while going on about how ‘interlectual’ Gui was.
a human; lives in an apartment with 4 ghosts (rip)
26 years old, Filipino Mexican descent, shoulder length hair
dropped out of law school to become a bartender. learned how to bartend from youtube then took some classes.
works at the 79′s (has another job but idk what it is)
loves his work. is very lively at the bar. strikes up conversation easy and doesn’t run out of things to talk about. great memory; remembers people and the orders and stories. is actually pretty quiet and prefers to stay inside all day. kinda emo.
continues to stay in the haunted apartment/room bc it’s super cheap. decided to rent the place bc it’s super cheap. it’s super cheap bc of the ghosts.
the ghosts are all attached to him and refers to him as there “emotional support human being”. he’s also attached to them even though he won’t admit it. i mean he hasn’t exorcised them out of the room yet.
“LISTEN IF UR GOING TO TURN THE LIGHTS ON AT LEAST TURN THEM BACK OFF. IM THE ONE PAYING FOR ELECTRICITY. U GUYS ALREADY LIVE HERE RENT FREE.”
the ghosts are thomas (a kid who communicates in morse code by flicking the lights on and off), scarlett (a rising star who uses up all the hot water and sings at 3 am), david (a depressed frustrated artist who writes on the walls), and mina (a depressed college student who cries all night)
Plot: Candie’s jealousy gets the better of her during her job at 79′s. (feat. Isaac, Vik, Lana, and Nach)
Candie couldn’t focus on her performance at all tonight. The routine in which she spent weeks practicing non-stop went down the drain, as her attention was glued onto Isaac being a little too friendly with a customer.
“Girl, what’s going on?!” hissed Vik from across the stage, though keeping a cheerful expression and not once missing a beat on their performance.
But she didn’t respond, as her eyes were still locked on the bar from across the room.
She managed to do a few dance moves before noticing Isaac’s customer lean a little too close to him, smiling at him a little too friendly, and moving her hand a little too close to his bicep.
“That bitch!” Candie spat, and immediately walked down the stage, leaving the audience--and Vik--very confused.
“Oh boy…” Vik exhaled, though still smiling brightly at the audience, and doing everything they could to bring their attention back to the show.
Even though 79’s was packed with people from wall to wall, somehow they still managed to make way for Candie, as she stormed towards the bar with fire in her eyes. She saw Isaac's expression quickly change for the worst as he made eye contact with her, but just as he was about to say anything, Candie took a hold of the customers’ hair and yanked her away from the bar.
“I think you had enough!” Candie shouted.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” yelled the customer.
“Candie, what are you doing?!” yelled Isaac.
“Keeping this bitch away from what’s mine!”
At this point, everyone’s attention was on them, even the audience from the pole-dancing show were fixated on the drama that was unfolding at the bar, despite Vik’s desperate attempts to get their attention back.
“Candie, cut this out.” Isaac whispered, as he leaned over the bar towards her. “We’re both gonna end up losing our jobs because of this!”
“This is so unprofessional!” the customer complained. “I’m never coming back here again!”
“Good, we don’t want you here!” Candie snapped.
“She doesn’t mean that!” Isaac said with a nervous laughter, trying to make amends with the customer.
“Uh, yeah I did!” Candie shouted.
“Crazy bitch.” the customer muttered under her breath, but Candie heard her, and quickly whipped her head at her with the most intimidating look she could muster.
“What did you call me?” she asked.
“Crazy. Bitch.” the customer repeated, spatting at her face at the world “bitch”.
Candie shrieked, and in an instant she was on the floor with the customer, landing blow after blow and pulling her hair, but the customer fought back as well, pulling Candie’s hair and landing a few punches on her face.
Isaac scrambled from the bar and desperately tried to yank Candie off of his customer, but she didn’t budge. Soon a large crowd circled around the three of them, watching the brawl with much delight, as though it was part of the club’s show.
Then, with a flick of her hand, Candie hexed the girl, and warts began to spread across her entire body, from her face to her arms, all the way down to her toes. Warts of different sizes bubbled up from her skin, squished together and on top of one another. The customer let out a horrible scream, while Candie laughed in delight.
“That's what you get biiiiiitch!!!” she sang.
Isaac finally lifted Candie off of his customer--with help from a few other co-workers--but the deed was done, and customer left 79’s with her screams echoing the club. Everyone watched as she left, and for a moment they returned their attention to both Candie and Isaac--who were now bickering at each other--when suddenly Lana made her way towards them, and the space between them and the crowd grew even wider, despite the surplus of customers in the club.
“What. Happened?” Lana asked gravely, as she glared at both Candie and Isaac, respectively.
“Lana, I--”
“That’s Miss Sekelsky to you.” she snapped. “What the fuck happened?”
“Sorry, Miss Sekelsky, I was just serving a customer when Candie--”
Candie scoffed. “Serving. Uh-huh. ‘Serving’.”
“When Candie--” Isaac glared at her. “--well, interrupted.”
“I was just making sure no one was getting handsy on my man!”
“I was doing my job!!!”
“Letting that bitch be all over you is not part of your job!!!”
Suddenly, with a wave of her wand, Lana glued their mouths shut, silencing both of them. Her multi-colored eyes burned with anger as she glared at them.
“Pull your shit together.” she snarled, and walked away.
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“This is the third time this week, Candie!” yelled Isaac, slamming the back door to 79’s shut behind him.
“Oh, so I’m just supposed to sit there and watch some bimbo feel you up?!”
“She wasn’t doing that!”
“I saw her hand, she was rubbing you up and down like a damn genie lamp!”
Isaac furiously ran his hand through his hair. “You need to stop overreacting to anyone that’s around me!”
“I don’t overreact when you’re around someone, I just set the record straight for these bitches that try to come after you!” she explained.
“Candie no one is coming after me!!” Isaac yelled. “That’s just my job, I’m supposed to be a little charming--”
“Oh no no no no no no no, honey,” she interrupted. “Your job is to serve drinks, not to fuck around with every hoe that bats their cheap-ass eyelash extensions at you!”
“And there it is, you’re overreacting again!”
“Then how would you feel if someone else was rubbing their hands all over me?!”
Isaac paused for a moment, but then scoffed and crossed his arms. “I wouldn’t care, we’re not serious anyway.”
Candie raised an eyebrow, then marched inside 79’s once again. Isaac watches her go for a moment before following her, looking very confused and calling out to her multiple times, but only to receive the cold shoulder from her.
She maneuvers her way across the club, shoving past customers, dancers, and workers, and until she sets her eyes on Nach, who was sitting at a table nearby drinking a shot of whiskey, when suddenly she grabs him by the collar of his shirt and kisses him passionately. Nach was stunned for a moment, but proceeded to do the same, and soon the two were locking lips with each other, all while Isaac watched them, furiously, before breaking them up.
“Oh come on, why you gotta be such a party pooper?” Nach teased.
And that was when Isaac landed a punch on Nach’s face, making him stumble from his seat. Candie shrieked, and soon the whole club fixed their attention on the drama that was about to unfold, again.
Plot: Isaac’s jealousy gets the better of him, and he gets petty when he sees someone new in Candie’s apartment.
Isaac pressed the doorbell to Candie’s apartment multiple times before the door finally opened, but instead of meeting with her, a man he’s never met stood before him. He was rather tall, and was wearing nothing but a pair of khaki pants that was barely zipped up all the way through, and across his upper body was an array of tattoos from various classic horror films, to a few quotes and minimalistic designs. His hair was tied up in a small messy bun, and his beard--although cut fairly short--was a bit disheveled.
The man looked at him with a puzzled expression through his thick-rimmed glasses, as though he wasn’t expecting him to show up at the door.
“Who are you?” asked Isaac.
“Um, Gui.” the man answered.
At that moment Candie appeared at the door, wearing nothing but an oversized tee shirt. She also looked like she wasn’t expecting Isaac to visit, but unlike Gui, she looked rather displeased about it.
“What do you want?” she snapped.
“I came to get my stuff.” he answered.
“O-Oh, you live here?” asked Gui.
“No, he doesn’t.” Candie snapped again.
Isaac narrowed his eyes at her, but she didn’t seem to care, so he let out an irritated sigh and asked if he could come in, to which Gui politely moved out of the way. As he walked in, he immediately noticed a few new items littered across the room that he knew didn’t belong to Candie, such as a small pile of books lying on top of her coffee table (because he knew that she hated literature) as well as several empty coffee cups scattered over it, a pair of men’s leather shoes that were far too hipster-looking to belong to anyone else that he knew, a button-down shirt, and a long ugly-looking scarf that was sprawled across the couch (which he definitely knew that Candie would’ve never been caught wearing one, even if someone paid her a million dollars).
He turned to face Gui, with a forced smile on his face. “You really made yourself comfortable here, huh?”
“That’s none of your business!” Candie snapped, crossing her arms.
“Were you guys...dating?” asked Gui carefully, as he looked from Candie to Isaac which at that point were glaring at each other.
“No!” they responded in unison.
“He was just a fling.” Candie said, nonchalantly, but still glaring at Isaac. “Nothing more, nothing less.”
Isaac pressed his lips together, then forced another smile.
“Yeah. Nothing more, nothing less.”
“I...think I should leave…” Gui decided, and he walked over to the couch to grab his things.
“No, you can stay as long as you like!” said Candie as sweetly as possible, and walked over to him.
“No, no, I have to go.” Gui insisted as he was buttoning up his shirt. “I got so much stuff to do anyway, I gotta go to work, and I gotta finish editing my paper, and--”
“--And you found time to hoe around here, huh?” muttered Isaac.
Candie glared at him, but Gui simply ignored his remmark and continued to gather his belongings. As he was done, Candie led him to the front door and told him to call her back, before kissing him.
Isaac stood there with his arms crossed, glaring at her before meeting her face to face, just as soon as Gui left.
“Didn’t you come here to get your stuff?!” she spat.
“I was, but you two were in the way!” he retaliated.
Candie groaned, rolling her eyes, then made her way to her room.
“I’m gonna go get your stuff ‘cause clearly, you’re not gonna get it!” she yelled.
“What’s so special about him anyway?!” he asked all of a sudden.
She didn’t respond, and as she entered her bedroom, she went directly to her closet and began pulling out a bunch of Isaac’s clothes, jackets, and shoes, and throwing them onto the floor. Isaac followed her inside, and began to collect his things from the ground.
“No, really, what’s so great about him?!” he insisted. “Is it his hair, or his muscles, or his tatts--”
“He’s a journalist!” Candie said, cutting him off. “And he’s smart!”
“I’m smart too, I went to law school!” he whined.
“Yeah, but you’re no lawyer now, aren’t ya?”
Isaac paused, feeling that low blow he knew Candie meant for it to hurt. But he just scoffed, and pretended he didn’t care.
“Then why were you with me this whole time?” he asked.
Candie stopped what she was doing, and turned to face him. Her bright turquoise eyes glared at him intensely. She was angry at him, but that didn’t scare him, he’d seen her angry multiple times already, he’s even seen her in worse moods than this. But the longer he looked at her, the more he began to question whether she was truly mad at him, as he could have sworn he saw a twinge of pain in her gaze.
“You were the one that ended things between us.” she said quietly. “Why are you being so pressed about this?”
“You didn’t answer my question.”
“I don’t have to answer you anything!” she yelled.
And for the first time since Isaac arrived, silence fell between them. Candie crossed her arms, looking the other way, and he knew that she was about to cry.
“Take your shit and go.” she said, her voice almost cracking.
He stared at her for a moment before bending down to get more of his stuff that Candie had scattered on the floor, then looked at her once more.
“Is this what you really want?” he asked.
“Wasn’t this what you wanted?” she asked in return.
They stared at each other for a long time, as though the world itself had stopped moving, until Isaac dropped his things to the ground and roughly pressed his lips against hers, to which Candie did the same. They stumbled over to her bed, and Isaac took off his shirt, tossing it onto the pile of his own clothes on the floor.
dresses like a homeless man half the time but cleans up very well. looks very dapper in bartending/formal clothes
currently knows three things: law books, bartending, and disappointing his parents
has a resting sad face
a personal goal of his is to help his ghost roomies move on/move into the afterlife. he doesn’t know what’s binding them to this plane of existence...and he has no idea how to help them move on either but he’s still going to try. it’s better than exorcising them.
didn’t believe in ghosts until he moved into the apartment. literally after 10 minutes, he became a believer.
the ghosts are possessive and territorial and kinda jealous. it’s in varying degrees but they are that. scarlett is the worst of the lot. thomas is the least...mostly bc he just wants to eat gummy worms and watch we bare bears.
cannot tell if there’s magick involved in anything really. has some knowledge on ghosts, though.
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