#maneatr

[sacredvein]

@maneatr​

He knows her before he sees her.

C'est la mort — ou la morte… O délice! ô tourment! La rose qu'elle tient, c'est la rose trémière.

The lady death, fuming, furious - ah.

He lets slip the corpse of the girl in his arms, husk falling to the ground with the smack of meat.

“Was this yours?”

[slvrbnd]

a   creaking   door   to   set   the   mood   ,   a   young   man’s   shirt   sticking   to   his   chest   with   drying   blood   :   interlude   to   a   disaster   ,   certainly   .   but   alfred   had   thought   seeking   a   place   where   no   living   being   roamed   (   &   his   nose   could   find   those   subtle   notions   now   ,   living   ,   dead   ,   young   ,   old   ,   male   ,   female   ,   both   ,   neither   .   )   would   be   wise   .   just   until   he   knew   what   to   do   ,   where   to   go   .   if   only   the   fledgling   vampire   had   been   experienced   enough   to   find   the   differing   nuances   of   the   dead   &   those   that   should   be   but   were   not   .   for   had   he   been   ,   this   mansion   would   have   been   avoided   .   but    he   was    young   ,   his   mind   racing   &   though   currently   fed   ,   hunger   was   a   now   constant   seventh   sense   burning   in   his   throat   .         /          @maneatr​          /         sc         /         accepting   !

[mostloquacious-moved]

@maneatr​ asked : “ maybe it’s time to show them what a mistake they’ve made. “ [ … ]

           He’s not the calculated type. There isn’t any method to his carnage, no tact, no thought behind the stragglers he grabs off the street and sinks his teeth into. The only purpose his actions serve is to satiate his own hunger. He doesn’t desire his victims material items or riches. He certainly doesn’t think much about them after he’s washed their blood from his mouth and hands.

So something crosses his usually stoic face when Constance presents him with this. An ever so slight arch of an eyebrow, the corner of his lips barely quirking upwards. R’s not really the vengeful type, either. Out of sight, out of mind. But...

“What did you have in mind??”

[mortaele]

"     𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤,      𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬     𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞     𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞     𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠     𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠     𝐢𝐬      𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲     𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠     𝐨𝐮𝐭     𝐨𝐟     𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝.     can      you     please     tell     me     where     i     am     ?     or     when     i     am    ?    ”       because     she     surely     wasn’t     in     greendale    anymore.

        starter     call   !            (    @maneatr​​​​​     )

[lazaraes-a]

❛    HOW     DO     YOU     TELL     A     DIRECTOR     THAT     HE’S     GROSS     BUT     I     APPRECIATE     THE     OFFER     ANYWAY     IN     A     NICE     WAY     ?          ❜           sarah     williams     is     primarily     speaking     to     herself     but     the     words     go     uttered     aloud     all     the     same     .          perhaps     someone     else     could     aid     in     getting     her     thoughts     in     order     in     a     way     that     didn’t     involve     her     throwing     her     drink     in     a     man     thirty     years     her     seniors     face     .        (          she     grew     up     in     this     business     ,     watching     her     mother     go     from     show     to     show     .          shouldn’t     she     be     used     to     this     by     now     ?        )          ❛          i     mean     .          he’s     gross     &&     i     absolutely     do     not     appreciate     the     offer     but     .          burning     bridges     &&     all     that     .          ❜     

@maneatr​     (     s.williams     )     SC

[frozenveined]

@maneatr​ liked for a demetri starter ! 

CRIMSON MEETS CRIMSON as demetri makes eye contact with the fair stranger, within the walls of the volturi castle. there’s intriguement on his end whenever the tracker meets an unfamiliar immortal. “ are you a guest of aro’s ? ”

[slvrbnd]

@maneatr​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​     /     a meme lost to time     /     no longer accepting   !

↺  ‘ a kiss on the cheek. ‘

alfred beamed, brightly, when constance’s lips found his cheek & for a moment he thought, that this had been his first genuine smile since his death. what a sad realization, he thought. just then followed by HOW TWISTED IT WAS TO BE SMILING GIVEN THEIR CURRENT SITUATION.

his teeth were protruding, long enough to sit uncomfortable in his mouth, nearly puncturing his lips. he was licking blood of them, off his mouth, while using a white handkerchief to dab at fresh drops that had found a way to his chin. his cravat was ruined, alfred noticed with little dismay. he had to learn how to control his feeding, sooner rather than later. too much blood was still being wasted -

& still he was smiling. he was drenched in blood, there was a dead body by his feet   (   horrified he should be that he had nigh forgotten about it - him ! yet he felt less than a butcher would for a cow.   )   

all in all - he should deserve little praise for A MURDER HE HAD COMMITTED. should not receive a kiss for it, like he had achieved anything. yet he was well fed, his body felt warmer, his skin less tight. for an undead, alfred felt more alive than he ever had. 

so maybe - the time for denial had passed?

[prcphesise]

† @maneatr​

           A LOUD CREAK  welcomes her as she pushes the door of the decrepit mansion inward.  although buffy hasn’t lived in this town long, she has heard enough rumors about this place to fill a book and cannot resist the urge to explore it.  something tells her the many reports of missing people and general paranormal goings-on must have been at the hands of something far more sinister than a vengeful ghost.  as she strolls past the doorway into the foyer, gazing upward at the high ceiling, the place seems pretty empty.