vampire lover | hermes.
@welshwritings
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Being a vampire in the modern age was tricky; everyone had cameras and was all face posing as a duck apparently. Meanwhile Poppy still loved crystals, smoking some good pot, and listening to the Queen B herself; Stevie Nicks. However though she decided to indulge in human affairs by visiting Las Vegas. No one would mind if someone disappeared while they were here and for a still young vampire? It was an all you can eat buffet. Which is why she was here to begin with; she had her eyes set on a woman who seemed all lone, gambling away what savings she had. The young vampire was about to introduce herself until the sweetest aroma filled her nostrils. Calliope went off in search of that aromatic scent. Only to approach the bar and notice an obscenely tall giant with a bleeding hand. The tiny vampire maneuvered through the crowd with ease and she grabbed a napkin just before his bartender could. Pressing it down against his palm she smiled softly as she looked up into his green eyes; her own a brilliant blue color. “Are you okay? This look pretty deep.” She’d murmur softly, pulling the napkin back and it took a lot in her not to lick her lips in delight. His blood smelled...amazing. Like fried chicken to a starving countryman; she wanted to sink her fangs into him.. oh shit..fangs..oh god she needed control. Licking her lips she looked over at the bar tender. “Could I have some..Tequila please? Straight?” As he went to grab it, Poppy continued to apply pressure. “How’d you manage it?” She asked with a small laugh.










