#v; fangs

[tramaqueen-a]

“I’m getting dizzy. If you don’t stop soon...” he drifts off, chuckling softly. The feeling was almost cathartic. (modded it a li'l)

Starters | Vampire/Victim

Faora tried to stay loyal to her husband, her CREATOR, Nicolas de Lenfent but she hadn’t seen him in years. He presumably went on another search for his creator to fill the void he left her with. As vampires have nothing but time it felt like an eternity of loneliness up until she met him. Evan. He started off as a victim in her eyes, as she was a target in his. The night ended with them tangled into each other in the back of his chevy impala. His touch was different, just the right amount of softness without losing the roughness that it needed. The experience as a whole obviously changed their perceptions of each other, saving one another the bloodspill. From there it turned into much more as things went from nights at the beach under the stars to joining his missions as another venue of catharsis. She became his ride or die and TONIGHT she’d make him her ride or die in return.

It was one of those nights where they rode out aimlessly to get a little break from the clutter of the town. After a few hours he parked top of a hill that looked over the city. The view was beautiful, but Faora paid it no mind as she sat in his lap facing him. Eyes tracing his veins her fingers curl into his hair pulling his head back to expose his neck. Her lips trail his skin softly as she pressed kisses along the crook of his neck. “Are you ready to see why you were sent to KILL me?” She queried. Before he could answer his head was pulled back a bit more as teeth sank into his throat. Blood immediately rushed out, it was slightly overwhelming but she was sure to not waste a drop. She was grateful he didn’t fight it, one slip up and the process could very easily kill him.

Even after his comments fangs extracted deeper into his skin as she continued to drain his life away. The crimson gave a warm sting as it rushed down her throat, it was ADDICTING, each slurp seemingly more satisfying than the last. Lucky for him though, DEATH wasn’t a part of her plans for him. He was right where she wanted him, just on the brink of death. She licks her lips as fangs retract back into her mouth. Her hand cups his cheek as fingers untighten from the grip on his hair. Blue hues piercing into dying eyes cause the corners of her mouth to quirk up sadistically. “Oh trust me, I know what happens if I don’t stop. I have no intentions of killing you tonight. At least not in the way you think.” Faora drew her bottom lip between her teeth before dragging it out nipping her lip. Blood trickled from her mouth down to her chin as she brought her lips in close, hovering over his. “I’m making you fucking GODLIKE baby. Time won’t apply to us as we share an eternal pain that will not be understood by anyone else but those like us. —Swallow if you want to live.” Dragging his bottom lip down with her thumb she then gripped his jaw before aggressively pressing her lips against his, exchanging blood through a kiss.

@iiniquities

[ask-the-assistant-darcy]

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Fangs AU:

Darcy has nicknamed Danny Detective Dracula, she thinks its a riot.

Darcy likes to ask about myths about vampires and see if they’re true or not, however shes not curious at all about the steak to the heart business.

Shes curious as to how she tastes but doesn’t think she’ll ask because she doesn’t want Danny to be ‘aaahhhh I’m a fucking vampire’.

Darcy has kind of, kept an eye out for Danny, and if she sees him and hes looking hungry she willingly feeds him, and then lets him feed her. She likes the company.

Should they still be friends at halloween she wants to go as dracula’s bride and have Danny be Dracula, it’d be funny as hell.

Furry Situation AU:

Darcy makes ‘thats ruff, buddy’ jokes all the time and looks far to pleased with herself.

When shes feeling silly and flirty she’ll sing ‘how much is that doggy in the window’ to Danny. (also when drunk)

Her favorite nickname for him so far is Big Bad Wolf.

She likes that he really knew her and came back for her, not just to get in her pants.

The more they date the more and more she can see him in her future.

[imnobodysson]

He had taken her by complete surprise and she screamed as he pinned her body against the wall. In the shock she changed and began to claw at his back. If she could just twist and get her teeth in she could deliver her poisonous werewolf bite to the vampire. 

Oh she was strong and she tasted good. He wasn’t without his own powers though and he pushed her back harder into the wall. The claws and the way they shredded his back would have almost been unfortunate had he’d not been able to heal. They only really only served to draw a satisfied moan from him though. One hand slammed her wrist to the wall, the other at her throat as he pulled back with his row of teeth bared. “Damn, you taste good, bitch.” 

[lastxfthelegacy]

Only one left

When Sam was turned he didn't wait for Dean. It was too late for the cure - the vampires who captured him had literally forced his mouth onto a young girls neck - and he was afraid of what his brother would do. So Sam ran. Far and Fast.

He didn't drink anything, and kept to the high roads away from civilians. He might starve...or maybe go mad from thirst. What ever happened it was better than killing someone else. It took a few days off running, but eventually, Sam picked up on something he recognized.

He didn't know why - or how - he picked up on it but Sam clung to the scent like a life line. He ended up in an apartment on the outskirts of some city, it was nice but not flashy. Sam started to hunt around for something - anything - to let him know who he'd found.

But when the door opened and the scent of fresh blood hit his nose Sam knew.

"Sarah, stay back!" He half- shouted, scurrying back into a wall and covering his mouth. He could feel the fangs breaking through his gums and he whimpered.

[paintedroots-blog]

More Rust Than Flesh || Kakashi & Sai

Waiting ━ waiting. He did not mind waiting. Droll as it was in the nondescript room, walls a bland grey with only one small window out of reach. Probably for the better, probably to prevent him from escaping. Not that he couldn't reach it if need be, but it was small.

Smart on their move, though he had no intention of escape. Something he had said before, with a smile that implied nothing of the sort ━ it wasn't out of line for them to remain unbelieving.

They had picked him up approximately twelve hours ago, not counting the struggle that was actually subduing and capturing him. Looking at him one might not think him very formidable, average height and a lean build without much muscle to boast, but those faults were easily compensated for. Agile movements heightened by their species natural advancements, a keen eye and quick mind ━ he had caused the ones after him his own share of problems before they finally got an upper hand over them.

The reason he was captured to begin with was simple, a crime that only recently could be considered among certain members of their nighttime society. Preying upon humans was only part of the natural order, but there were those who sought to change that. To bring about some sort of cohabitation among vampires and humans where the latter was not seen as a food source. A radical idea, to say the least, but not so much so that the following wasn't growing larger. When faced with this information the young vampire was mostly confused. The concept that sustenance could come from somewhere other than a fully living being with a freshly beating heart baffled him. Never once in his life had he considered anything else, or questioned it ━ thought it wrong to kill off humans. That's all they were good for, or so he'd been raised to believe. Then there was the matter of what to do with him. It was clear he couldn't be trusted out on his own, too volatile and willing to needlessly attack a human. At the same time locking him up seemed unreasonable, he was still young. Young and misguided by life under an unfavorable individual who had deluded his thoughts, detached him from society. Raised him with only the intent of making a proficient hunter and guard. A well served purpose considering they hadn't captured the one he protected, far too busy dealing with his antics which gave his master just enough time to flee the scene and make himself scarce. It was decided to place him under the guidance of another ━ 'Think of him as a mentor,' one had said to Sai as they explained the circumstances to him. In other words a babysitter, someone competent enough to look after him and be responsible for him. Sai was on the fence about it, but for now he was willing to comply.