#jagcula

[normaltothemax]

Vampire-Themed Dialogue you don't survive centuries without learning restraint. ( marko )

The hand braced against his chest received a glare and a soft growl. A sound of warning Marko didn’t exactly mean to give. Fangs had already dropped, his mouth was watering, and there were two people right there. So close to them that being stopped now was infuriating. Entirely unfair. He could smell them, could smell their blood, this close. Could hear their hearts beating. Could practically hear the blood rushing through their veins.

And yet, for reasons unknown, the older vampire was telling him to wait. To restrain himself. The only reason Marko was able to do so, the only reason he was able to stay put, rooted to the spot with Dwayne, was because neither of the two they were stalking were bleeding yet. Marko might’ve been new to the whole vampire thing, but he was pretty sure that one papercut would be all it’d take for him to lose himself completely.

“Why do we have to wait?” he whispered, voice low to avoid their prey overhearing, his gaze never leaving them. He tried to keep any trace of petulance out of his voice. “They’re right there. We can take ‘em.”

@jagcula (x)

[bottomshelfheroes]

stay still. i'm trying to be gentle. (david)

LEFT A MESSAGE

The laugh that escapes him is one from deep in his chest, leaning back against the aged sofa of the cave dwellings, hand dismissively waving as bodh relaxes.

"Ive been still - well, mostly."

[normaltothemax]

Vampire-Themed Dialogue do you trust me, or are you just out of options? ( sam )

“I mean…” There was a reason Sam had followed him out of the ironworks, not dissimilar to that of a wayward puppy. “I can’t go home, and David’s out doing…whatever.” Probably hooking up with both Star and Michael at the same time—gross. His nose wrinkled at the thought alone. “I don’t think Paul likes me very much,” he had a hard time getting a read on the guy, “and Marko’s…” He trailed off. The words tumbled out a moment later anyways. “I mean, no offense, but he’s kinda nuts. That’s not necessarily a bad thing,” he rushed to reassure. “It’s just…kind of a lot, right now?”

Which left Dwayne. Dwayne who was going…somewhere. Sam didn’t know where, and he didn’t much care, at the moment. He just didn’t want to stay put or go off on his own. Not when this was all still so new to him. “I trust you not to, like, murder me and hang my body from a lamppost. Does that count? ‘Cause, let’s be honest, I’m betting you probably don’t totally trust me, either, after everything, right? Which is totally understandable.” Sam had been trying to kill them, at one point. Why David decided to welcome him into the group after that, to turn him into one of them, was a bit strange, a bit suspicious, but Sam was trying not to think too hard on it.

“But we can call a truce!” His eyes lit up as a thought occurred to him. “It’d be like the Great Darkness Saga in the Legion of Super-Heroes comics! Where the Legion allies themselves with the Fatal Five to fight this cosmic entity that’s—” He cut himself off with a wince, shoving his hands into his pockets and looking away. Once again, he was getting carried away with his comics and being a total nerd. Dwayne was cool. Sam needed to chill out, if he was going to be allowed to stay. “My point is, we could just, you know…maybe hang out for a bit?” Teeth pressing into his bottom lip, he shrugged. “If you don’t want to, though, I get it.”

@jagcula (x)

[dealtgod]

sender wipes the blood from receiver's face, murmuring, "let's get you cleaned up." (billy)

Billy's left for dead. Lying on the floor of a stranger's house with scribbled papers surrounding him in lieu of funeral flowers. Everything's blurred. Muted. Dim. The haze of whatever fucking drug cocktail Max injected into his neck is pulling him under like tides lapping up something dead along the shoreline. Slowly, slowly swallowing him out to sea. Disappearing into the depths, forever. No grave. No memorial. No memory. Billy's just alone. And this how it ends. Billy's always known that this is how it will end for him. Because he's always been alone. Not a person, but a plot device in everyone else's narrative. Used up by adults who either pucker up or throw a punch. Eaten up by peers, never acknowledged as anything else but 'Look at it go!' Then left for dead. Only now, it's gonna stick. He swears it's gonna stick.

Except he's kinda fighting to open his eyes. Like there's something still in him. Something Neil couldn't beat out . A boy, defiant, pushing back. Lashes flutter, strain. Billy's eyelids feel heavy, and it's like he can't quite fucking do it. But every time his eyelids sink, something grips him. Makes his blood pulse like the final flash of light before it dies. Fear. It's not fear of death. It's fear at what Neil's gonna do. Because he didn't get Max home. What fresh hell awaits him. And then Billy remembers. What can Neil do to him if he's dead?

Tears well up. Pool around his eyes. Well, Neil could bury him here.

That's when he feels hands on him. Hands that do not hurt. This is new. This is foreign. They cup his face, gentle. So gentle. Maybe it's death coming to take him. Billy doesn't believe in this shit, but it's a nice fucking thought. Makes getting put out of his misery less of a goddamn tragedy. His brows knit, confused. Uncertain. He tries to focus. Squints through blurry vision to see a pair of dark eyes. Long dark hair. Someone clad in leather and a single earring. What the hell. He's dreaming. Dreaming up someone like him.

Billy feels rather than sees a thumb pass along the top of his lip, wiping blood away like it's some scared and tender act. @jagcula's voice comes through muffled, murmured: 'Let's get you cleaned up.'

Logically, it's the drugs that make him feel numb. Like he's out of his body. Or maybe his body just isn't here. But Billy knows. Knows his body's going dead to the world from such gentleness. Lips move, a whispered strain: "W-why?" He closes his eyes. Swallows. Tries again. "--are you doin' this?" Billy wants to ask who the hell he is, but that seems less important to him than the why. Which is why he fought to get that out first before everything goes dark. Billy's eyelids flutter shut, and his face falls into the hands that cradle him.

[normaltothemax]

Vampire-Themed Dialogue you're safer when you don't smell like adrenaline. ( alan )

Alan was fine. Totally and completely fine. They weren’t the least bit afraid of this asshole. It didn’t matter how fast and hard their heart was now beating in their chest—they weren’t. They weren’t bothered by the fact that their stakes, crosses, and holy water were all in their backpack, and that there was no possible way for them to get to any of their supplies before he could rip out their throat and drain all of their blood.

They were fucked, and they knew it. Where was Edgar when they needed him?

You’re safer when you don’t smell like adrenaline.

“Is that a threat?” Hands balled into fists at their sides to keep them from shaking. Still, their voice was hard. Steady. It didn’t waver, didn’t shake, even if they were face to face with a real, actual, honest-to-god, blood-sucking vampire. Even if they did smell like adrenaline to him. God, he probably got off on that shit, didn’t he? Gross. Speaking of which… “For the record? That’s a weird-ass thing to say.” And not just because Alan was fourteen, either.

@jagcula (x)

[normaltothemax]

@jagcula

Night after night she watched them—not humans, but creatures that looked like them right up until they didn’t. The pack would descend on the real humans, usually unsuspecting, and attack their prey with a brutality Max could appreciate, their teeth tearing into throats, their prey’s shrieks and cries drowned out by the sound of the waves. Drowned like so many of her own victims.

How fun.

One of the predators was alone tonight. She didn’t know why, or what purpose he sought out beneath the docks, but she was pleased to finally have one of them all to herself. A pack was more dangerous, but one lonely shark didn’t usually pose much of a threat to her. Silently, curiously, she swam closer. Dipped under the water to the sea floor in order to find a good stone. Smooth and round and small enough that it would catch his attention, but hopefully not cause any real damage. She ascended, sharp teeth bared in a mischievous grin, and threw it, watching with a vicious satisfaction as it hit his head. A trilling laugh escaped her as she sank down to hide everything but her eyes and the top of her head beneath the water, her amusement still bright as day.

[bottomshelfheroes]

the night remembers what the sun forgets. (lizzie)

The suns been set for a good hour or so now, brows furrowing as head cants a light, curious tilt at his words.

"...thats pretty deep, actually. I mean, considering you and your friends are only ever seen at night. You guys scared the suns gonna reveal all your troubles?"