#theunspeakablething

[missxscarlet-blog]

"Buy me a drink and we'll talk." 

[rebeccaflynt-blog]

+1 [theunspeakablething]

"Can I help you?" The redhead asked the man standing in front of her. She hadn't stopped being on the defensive since she woke up in that tub. She studied the man in front of her and frowned, there was something different about him. He smelled different, looked different, hell he even -sounded- different. The typical, rhythmic thumping of a heart, something she had gotten used to, was absent. What was he?

[bloodedgesuptooclosearchive]

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I hate vampires. It's a gnawing pain considering I've run into three different kinds. Either they sparkle and angst ridden teenagers chase after them, or they're royal bastards, or they're like him. Give me fifty more years in hell over being a vampire's bitch but -What do you say about a vampire who doesn't target humans? Not like it's my first rodeo with that but he's some sort of masochistic vampire who abstains completely and then lets it get to the brink when he's starving. I'm not sure what I worry about more. The vampires that never let themselves feel hunger or the ones that force themselves to wait til humans become their thanksgiving feast.  

What's worse is, I know he doesn't mean it when he starts getting closer to the edge but I'm not Holden. I'm not going to be shepherding him back. He falls off the horse, I'll cut his head off.

[thomas-mitchell]

"'m callin' you an arsehole!"

[theunspeakablething-blog]

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[bloodedgesuptooclosearchive]

#What happened ta' /you/?

A ghost nearly buried me. Did you know that they can possess things that aren't people? Like... an excavator? I nearly had to dig myself out.  Again.

[thisthingallthingsdevours]

                       { These people were not here a second ago. Don't act like she can't see you she's looking right at you what the hell are you doing here.}

[cinneamhain-archive]

[meme] Sorry, what's your blood type?

She was fumbling with her shirt and halfway through just giving up and ripping it. “Whit?” she stumbled, looking up at him slightly dazed.

She sat up then, suddenly feeling nervous. Just last week she had donated to the local blood drive. “I-is something wrong?”