#vampire!lockwood

[n0tcharlie]

guys we could never guess what kind of au i'm possibly making. surely not a vampire au. surely not.

[synestheticwanderings]

Trick or treat!

A trick? A treat? A snippet of something I will probably never finish:

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When she steps over the threshold of 35 Portland Row, it’s too late. The smell wafts through the foyer, a sweet heady potion of cardamom, chocolate, and Earl Grey mixed just for her. Only the slightest note of metallic gives it away, faint enough that she hadn’t sensed it from the other side of the iron line. And the boy that answered the door—George, he said his name was—while pretty, isn’t one as far as she can tell. She couldn’t have known.

She should turn tail and run, but she won’t. She can’t afford to. Every other agency has shut the door on her face and she’s running out of cash. If she’s honest with herself, she might have to give herself over to one of the blood bars she passed in Soho anyway. Virgin blood fetches a high price, even if it’s bagged. The thought makes her flush with shame. Has it really come to this?

Nervously, she follows George into the living room. A boy, tall and broad shouldered, has his back to her, staring at the mantle. At the sound of their footsteps, he turns around. His face breaks into a dazzling grin that reaches his dark eyes.

Ah, he is definitely one.

“Hello, I’m Anthony Lockwood.”

[bella-rose29]

ok theoretically if I were to start a vampire!lockwood series how many people would read it

like or comment if you would :)

(if I get to 20 notes I'll write it)

[bella-rose29]

Bite Me - Prologue

Vampire!Lockwood x f!vampire!reader

Ok so I have no idea what to call this series to be honest (Bite Me was the first thing that came into my head so we'll go with that for now), and also I have no idea how regularly I'm going to update

on the plus side I'm home for the Christmas holidays on the 15th (if I manage to get my assignments done bc I have four? five? due that day 🥲), so I'll have loads of time to write then!

Word count: 660

Warnings: being drunk, mentions/minor descriptions of death and decaying bodies, mentions/minor descriptions of wounds.

Tag list: will be at the end bc there are genuinely about 50 people (I'm assuming that if you liked this post, you wanted to be added to the tag list for this series). if you want to be added to or removed from the tag list, then let me know (either on the post I mentioned or here, or just drop me a message!) <3

(not my image, credit to David Geib)

Midnight.

The streets of London were bustling with activity despite the late hour, groups of people laughing obnoxiously as they exited or entered a pub, music blaring over car speakers and out of clubs, sirens cutting through the usual sound of car horns and traffic and bright lights casting the city in an almost supernatural glow.

A man was stumbling along the pavement, dressed in ragged clothing and his beard scruffy and untrimmed, and he clutched a bottle of beer in one of his dirty hands as though it were his most prized possession. The people that he passed paid him no attention, rightfully thinking that he was just another drunk trying to forget about the darkness that clouded the air of the capital. Perhaps the lady that stopped him when he nearly fell face first into the ground should have made sure that he got in the cab she hailed for him, but she was busy, needing to get home after working late. He slurred a thank you to her, patting her shoulder with a tired smile as the cab pulled up to the curb, and she went on her way.

The man didn't make it into the taxi.

A second man appeared before he could, and the driver, not wanting to wait given the late hour, drove off to find better customers. The drunk turned at the tap on his shoulder, furrowing his brow at the polished businessman before him and following in a drunken haze when asked.

If the woman had made sure that the man made it into the taxi, then perhaps she wouldn't have been watching the news the next morning, spoonful of cereal halfway to her mouth, explaining how a drunk man had been murdered late last night in an alleyway.

She rushed to work after shovelling down the rest of her food, downing a coffee on the way to the morgue and demanding to see the body that had been brought in. She pressed her fingertips to her neck, right over her pulse point, and stepped into the room where the drunk man's body was, attempting not to gag at the stench that was already enveloping him.

He's decaying too quickly, she thought, a frown appearing on her face. It had barely been seven hours and already she was needing to press her sleeve over her nose to prevent the smell from assaulting her senses. Pulling back the cloth, the coroner explained how there were no signs of physical assault but for the marks on the neck.

The woman froze slightly, rectifying her slip-up when the coroner eyed her curiously and relaxed again, asking to be left alone for five minutes with the body.

As soon as the door clicked shut behind the last person to leave, the woman leaned in closer, pulling her hair out of the way and examining the marks.

The wound went right into the carotid artery, so at least the drunk man was only in pain for a few seconds before he died.

The woman left the room, dragging the cloth back up over his already-gaunt face, nodding to the people that she passed on the way out. Once outside, she leaned against a wall and pressed a hand to her forehead, the other hand holding her phone to her ear. It rang three times, then someone picked up.

"Yeah?" they answered.

"We have a problem," she said, not wasting time. There was no need for formalities, they each knew who was calling. "I've seen the body; it's definitely his work. We need to call a congress."

"Get it done. We'll need to move fast if you're right." The phone clicked on the other end, signalling the end of the call, and the woman sighed as she headed back to her car.

"Shit." She tapped her phone a few times, sending out the message to everyone that a congress would be in session in two days time. "Shit."

tag list: @avdiobliss, @novelizt, @my-mask-of-sanity-is-slipping, @mitskiswift99, @mrsklockwood, @downgoestheship, @howcouldifearanyhurricane, @oshverse, @demigoddess-of-ghosts, @mentallyillsodapop, @peace-333, @nomugglesallowed, @why-would-i-eat-chewy-chicken, @sousunny, @vijigenshin, @beebo86, @dangelnleif, @halfthyme, @d-e-s-t-i-n-e-s-i-a, @forgottenangel, @catnip411, @mnmississippi, @ohmyoverland, @ellajar, @chronicpcssimist, @criesinlies, @hotcryptidsummer, @melliegorl, @justanassociate, @sydsicr, @starzortega, @loveverythingbooks, @boookfreeak, @fallinginlovewithbeingaliveagain, @thorns-for-the-sake-of-flowers, @rhiannons-realm, @karensirkobabes, @lavendernarwhal72, @star-of-velaris, @ell0ra-br3kk3r, @sandiesohocollins, @ladyfluffyduck, @rentaldarling, @magipies, @donotwonderr, @wenigstenshabeichesversucht, @toddandersondupe

[bella-rose29]

Bite Me master list

Vampire!Lockwood x fem!vampire!reader

I have no idea when I'm going to update this (probably every Saturday or something), but here is the master list for this series!!! it was in very wide demand, so here you go!

Prologue

[bella-rose29]

My daydreams were so violent idk why 😭😭

real tbh

I have so many ideas for the vampire!lockwood fic but idk how dark to get bc like... idk how old some of the people reading it will be and that scares me bc I don't wanna traumatise anyone

[bella-rose29]

I keep forgetting that I'm sitting on Bite Me (the vampire!lockwood au) and then I see it in my drafts and think 'oops'

[bella-rose29]

you working on a vampire!lockwood fic that sounds oo cool wait is he a vampire? eoirgeirh

yeah! I've got the prologue out (because I'd written 'tis the damn season and ripped everybody's hearts out hehe) but I've been writing deck the halls, so the vampire fic is just floating around in my drafts atm

basically still lockwood and co but they're vampires and there's an added threat >:), and then it's also a vampire!reader fic too