#jackiedavtona

[pathowingarchived]

    it was late enough that she could still be out and early enough that the streets were still visible. Usually , she didn’t have to make it far to have interaction with anyone anymore now that she’d gotten acquainted with the people across the street. The vampires , she learned it was the truth , and instead of being afraid of them , she seemed more interested in learning more and becoming friends with them. ( maybe that was because she didn’t understand what friends were supposed to consist of . .. . her father didn’t want her associating with anyone outside of him , so she could just imagine what would happen if he found out she was hanging out with vampires. . . ) 

When she spots someone outside , near the house but not quite so. 

“    are you one of the vampires that live in that house?   “ she asks , and again , her social skills are not the best , but any interaction she was so desperate for. 

@jackiedavtona​

[therelentless]

❛ you look awful. ❜

&. 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. II accepting II

"Well, you're not exactly looking pretty hot either so..." His hair was a mess, his clothes weren't any better, but really, Nandor couldn't be bothered with spending a second on himself. -- He stood there in silence, keeping thoughts and words to himself until he finally decided to break the silence. "I think I did something really bad, like really really bad... Like a really big fuck up. I might have eaten a baby.” He couldn’t remember. He had been too drunk, or high, or both. This was why it was always a bad idea to feed on random people on the street. “Oh... I hate myself.” And here came the tears.