#tomedesvampires

[prescitia]

@tomedesvampires from here

Violence was his birthright. He was born into it, bred by it, given life to it. Restraint barely self-learned as an afterthought to whim of which followed the coat tails of desire. Complex in other matters, never this.

On occasion, the two might converge in the spacious no-man's-land of curiosity. A contemporary blending of media which quells the virulent hand to a standstill of indecision, paralyzed if only for a moment. Caught at last in the spider's web, too inquisitive to find the mind to flee.

Distance closes at the click of heels one by one, languid as the cat on his perch toward whom he drifts. The collusion of antipathy and titillation curls the corners of discerning lips, parted to breathe in the scent of him.

Lestat stands level with those hips, eyes locked to a gaze that cuts through but does not see. An insult, an abomination of disrespect. Heel turns outward, the jut of his hip playful, the downward tilt of blonde locks, coy. Hand extends to the soft vulnerability of the stomach naively laid bare for him, nail dragging sharpened tip along the sweetened layer enough to break but not disembowel.

Up...up...up it trails. To lift the silken shirt hem higher, reveal the steady in and out of each breath, the roll of muscle as it contracts.

"I remember that which is memorable." Pupils widen, a pad of a finger trails through infinitesimal droplets of red, barely a coating, to bring it to his lips.

"The details escape me. Remind me."

[thedevilsjournalist]

@tomedesvampires

It was a good night. Louis didn't try to kill him this time- and was even kind enough to heal the bite marks left on Daniel's skin. In that hazy, post-swoon state, Daniel found himself being changed into a fresh pair of boxers and tucked into bed. Ever the gentleman, Louis was.

Louis hadn't given him any blood; that was something reserved for Armand. So there was a lingering thirst, one that couldn't be offset by the glass of water on his nightstand. He must've fallen asleep at some point, because the thirst was stronger now and it was Armand at the foot of his bed now, not Louis.

"Louis says hi."

[wastheheart-arc]

Interview With the Vampire

@tomedesvampires (louis) asked: "a vampire with a human soul. how remarkable." (thank you!)

His comment raises the hair on the back of her neck— like the heckles of rival werewolves. She has been commented on as if she's nothing more than an exhibition before. It's something she had forgotten about until now; otherwise hazy memories of Charles resurface unpleasantly, eyes cast to the floor like they used to then.

"I hardly think it's remarkable," she finally replies, "being immortal does not mean I need to lose my empathy." In fact, it was merely amplified by her transformation. "It isn't exclusively a human trait."

[sangcreole]

@tomedesvampires (Continued)

' i've been thinking about your veins. ' lestat had said only a moment before, a halfway drunk look in his eyes as he gives the delicate underside to louis' wrist a long, scrutinizing look. the flesh is always paler in the blue-black void before dawn and tonight, under pale lamplight, the veins are serpentine and purple. the black, smothering look in his eyes becomes hungry when he lifts his head to meet louis' gaze; i don’t know how you’ve bewitched me, but it needs to stop. preening, full of himself and gorging on the ambiance, lestat leans forward and delicately places his lips where his wrist meets his hand. fragile and unholy in his devotion, he peppers another closer to the steady throb of that frozen-over vein. ' tell me to stop, ' lestat whispers, turning his head, cheek to his palm. ' viens maintenant. ne sois pas timide. '

Like wounded prey, Louis never can realize the danger he is in until the ravenous maw of death surrounds him, trapping him tight between those devastatingly loving teeth (or, perhaps, the truth he cannot face is that he does know this danger very well indeed, and cannot help but walk willingly into those waiting jaws like a sacrificial lamb).

It's the eyes that do it. Always the eyes. Sparkling blue and filled with deadly desire, unbridled passion that sends a shock up his spine. So blue he might almost forget the color of the sky he had traded away for the many shiny promises made to him by the infernal angel at his bedside all those years ago.

Oh, he hates himself for having fell for such trickery, just as he hates himself in this moment for the way his heart betrays him and beats just that much harder against his chest at the feeling of the soft caress of lips over the aching pulse in his wrist.

"Stop..." he whispers with pitiful conviction.

Another kiss, and Louis feels his chest tighten. It would be so easy to close his eyes and bare his wrist, his neck, his heart, and wait for the sinful salvation of Lestat's fangs. It would be so easy to say yes, take it, take me, bleed me dry! It would be so easy, and yet—

Louis knows this game too well. There is no ease, no path forward without the thrill of this everlasting battle. No matter how his blood yearns to find its way back to its maker's mouth, he cannot let Lestat win.

And so he twists his hand away from the worshipful kiss to grab a handful of yellow hair and pulls it hard until he's got Lestat's undivided attention.

"I told you to stop."

[rockstar-vampire]

@tomedesvampires

Lestat frowned as he looked upon Armand. The other vampire was a thorn in his side at times. Theirs was a love and hate relationship. Often they couldn't stand to be around one another for extended periods of time.

Standing before Armand now, he held out a paper ticket on good card stock.

"I'm going to be playing a concert. I am...offering you a VIP back stage pass. There is no reason...should you decide to attend...that you should be sitting among he crowd."

[symphonyofmalice]

' save your judgement, you don't know. ' + armand

((Redemption)) @tomedesvampires

"Enlighten me, then" snarled Nicolas. "Explain it to me, tell me, teach me. Isn't that what you're supposed to do, Oh Wise Coven Master? Or does your care for your flock only extend to when you can roast them over a fire?"

[thedevilsjournalist]

❛ you think you’d be happy with someone else? no way. i’m it. ❜ + armand

@tomedesvampires

Usually when he returned after running away, Armand was kinder to him. He'd beg to come home and Armand would come for him, and he'd be caring and sweet until their inevitable argument came back up. This time, Armand was nowhere near kind. But it proved one thing Daniel was sure of, but had no evidence to prove.

"You watch me while I'm gone! I cannot get away from you!" This was what he got for having a brief fling- if you could even call it that. Daniel hooked up with a guy a couple of times to try and satiate his need for Armand and delay his return, but it clearly didn't work. He ended up thinking of Armand the whole time. "You were in my head, weren't you? You know what I was thinking."

[wastheheart-arc]

Interview With the Vampire

@tomedesvampires (benjamin) asked: "he will never let me go." (hello & thank you!)

There is shared fear in his statement. It has been years since she has felt the coldness pool in her stomach with a threat so familiar, but she can feel it now— uncomfortably so.

"It doesn't have to be that way," she responds, her tone gentle and as soothing as it can be, "we can try and help you out." Esme's want borders on a need go get Benjamin out. She never had anyone to help her out, but she has dedicated her life to being a helping hand for others. "You have to trust us first."