"Peter Vincent, ready to do battle with the undead."

Independent, semi-selective RP blog for Peter Vincent from 1985's "Fright Night", as played by Roddy McDowall.  Icon art by rinkusu001 on Tumblr.

[thegreatvampirekiller]

Announcement: This blog is being taken offline.

I know it’s been a long time, and I’ve found that between my new job and my personal life, I no longer have the time or the energy to keep these blogs running like I used to.  If anybody wants to keep on writing with me and my characters, please feel free to DM me for a Discord handle–I’d be more than happy to keep in touch!  I’ve honestly found I’m more happy RPing on Discord with friends than I am with strangers on Tumblr, and I feel I’ve grown a lot both as a writer and as a person since my days being active in this community.  But for right now, I’ll leave this message up for another week, and then the blog itself is being deleted.

Thank you guys for understanding.

[xdahliawallacex]

❛ It - it’s not what you think it is. Don’t give me that look. ❜ --Peter Vincent

“It looks a lot like you were drinking again.” She picked up the glass from the table and sniffed it. “Peter you promised…” 

[thegreatvampirekiller]

“…I’m sorry…”  Rising from the couch where he had been nursing and trying to hide his hangover, he picked up the offending glass and carried it to the sink, rinsing away the dregs and the smell.  The noise still made his ears ring, but at least he was sober again… and wishing very much that this night would be over.  “This… this hasn’t been a good night… for a number of reasons… I’m sorry…”

[xdahliawallacex]

She sat down and let out a sigh.  “…I suppose it’s none of my business, you are the adult after all but…I wish you’d talk to me instead of….”  She gestured vaguely, shaking her head.  “…I just wanna help, Peter.” 

[thegreatvampirekiller]

“…There’s another werewolf picture this weekend,” he admitted, drying his hands a bit too vigorously.  It wasn’t that he dreaded this movie in particular–An American Werewolf in London was a damn fine film.  But he wasn’t ready for it… he didn’t think he would ever be.

“And… Hannah Somming… passed away last night.  I hadn’t seen her in years…”  It felt so wrong–he’d played her mentor and friend in so many films, and she’d been such a dear friend behind the camera, too… and he was several states away when she died.  How had he fallen so out of touch with her, he wondered…

[xdahliawallacex]

“For the love of God, we already had one person in this house who broke their arm, we don’t need another!”--@thegreatvampirekiller

Dahlia carefully climbed off the counter. “Then why, for crap’s sake, do we keep the flour in the cupboard above the fridge? Can we please move it?”

[thegreatvampirekiller]

Heaving a tired sigh, Peter crossed into the kitchen and reached up with his good arm to carefully maneuver the large jar down from the shelf where Dahlia could reach it.  “Next time, please just ask.  This entire household is accident-prone enough as it is—let’s not court any further disaster today.”

[xdahliawallacex]

She helped him with the jar once it was low enough for her to grab it and started scooping flour into the bowl she had out.  “You were napping, I didn’t wanna bother you. I was trying to surprise you with cookies.”  She showed him a bag of chocolate chips.  “See? So when they’re done, can you act surprised?”  She giggled and hugged him. “Unless you wanna help make them?” 

[thegreatvampirekiller]

“Oh!”  Well, wasn’t that sweet of her?  But as tempting an offer as it was, Peter knew better.  “Oh, you don’t want me to help, really—I would burn water if it were possible, I’m a terrible cook.  But I’ll be happy to supervise… especially if you’re going to be crawling all over the cabinets with one arm,” he added with a gently scolding look down at Dahlia.

[xdahliawallacex]

“You’re never going to get better if you don’t try..and no one can mess up chocolate chip cookies.” She looked up at that scolding look with one of her own. “So, you sit and you can mix the butter and sugar, while I preheat Bertha.”  Bertha being the name Dahlia had given Peter’s ‘seen better days’ oven in the small apartment. “Lord knows she needs the time to get crankin’.”  She turned back to the flour for a moment.  “Also, take your pills. Noa will skin me alive if I let you forget again.” 

[thegreatvampirekiller]

Was it that time already?  “Right, yes, thank you…”  On his last trip into the clinic, Noa had prescribed him two new bottles of things that rattled–a light antidepressant and some sort of vitamin.  Neither of which he was convinced he needed at first, but the last couple of weeks had made an undeniable difference.  Briefly rerouting himself to the sink where they sat waiting for him, Peter downed them with a glass of water before sitting down at the table in front of the mixing bowl Dahlia had sat in front of him.  It didn’t look so terrible, and he wouldn’t have to really use his hands, but just seeing the partially melted quarter stick of butter laying there made him want to reach for his dishwashing gloves.

“Mind the temperature, too,” he told her, momentarily distracting himself as he started in on his task.  “I’ve tried to clean it, but you know I’m still paranoid about grease fires…”  With their diet, it was an ever-present danger.

[xdahliawallacex]

“And to think I hesitated.”--Peter Vincent

Dahlia looked up from her book, head tilted slightly. “…Hesitated about what?” 

[thegreatvampirekiller]

“Oh, this… whole mess with Regine,” Peter sighed, peeling back a corner of the curtain to check on the brightness outside.  Still sunny, damn it all.  Daylight Savings Time was the work of the devil, and the devil was American, as far as he was concerned.  “If I’d run her through on that staircase at that party, we wouldn’t be here right now.”

[xdahliawallacex]

Putting her book down she walked over, gently putting a hand on his shoulder.  “We don’t know that…we can never know that. Maybe we wouldn’t be here at all…”  She sighed and looked at the clock. “…It’ll be a few hours before it’s safe to go out, unfortunately, will you be alright until I can…ahem…you know…”  She hesitated to bring up the fact that they didn’t have much blood left in the refrigerator.  “All I do know is…I wouldn’t change…you know…what happened to me. I’m not…you know thrilled to be this thing but…At least you’re not alone with it.” 

[thegreatvampirekiller]

He’d meant it as no more than a momentary vent for his annoyance–if he’d just been able to pluck up his bloody nerve for once in his life, they wouldn’t be living out of the cracks in the damn curtains because that was no way to live at all.  But the guilt still bubbled up all the same… yes, he wasn’t alone… because he’d dragged Dahlia along with him rather than let her be at peace with whatever God was out there… because he was lonely?  It always circled back to that… Peter didn’t say any of this out loud, but he felt himself sigh as his hand came up to squeeze hers.

“Give it a few hours more, and I’ll come with you.”  He needed to get over his squeamishness about hunting–they needed to in order to live, Dahlia knew that.  She was capable of bringing home fresh blood without wanting to vomit at the sight of it, and he still felt the need to set an example.  Besides… “If I spend another minute in this house, it’s going to drive me mad.”

[thcbrxt]

"We assume the intruder took it."--@thegreatvampirekiller

“Well then I assume…we’re going to go and get it back…” 

[thegreatvampirekiller]

“That’s very noble of you, Vic, but I’m afraid we can’t at the moment.  Whoever took the case was long gone before I even got home, so we wouldn’t know where to start.”  It served him right for carrying around a vampire-detecting silver cigarette case, Peter thought ruefully, sinking into an armchair and wishing very much that he had a cigarette right now.  Any thief—or vampire, really—worth his salt would have stolen it long before now. “Besides, we shouldn’t make the police too familiar with us.” I’d rather not get arrested again.

[thcbrxt]

“I mean….I know where to start…” Vic said, looking at him.  “That’s kinda my ‘super power’ remember? Finding lost things. I could go across the Shorter Way and see if I can spot who took it for you.”  She crossed her legs as she sat on the couch.  “Wouldn’t need to get the cops involved at all if you didn’t wanna.” 

[thegreatvampirekiller]

“Oh… no, you mustn’t waste that over such a silly little thing.”  A power like that was best reserved for recovering museum artifacts or finding lost children or bringing bank robbers and jewel thieves to justice.  Not for retrieving a tarnished old antique.  “I’ll put a notice in the paper, it’s bound to turn up… my guess is that whoever it was has already pawned it.  Some shop or other probably has it…”  At least Peter hoped so.  The case was almost thirty years old and missing a shard of glass, too–it couldn’t be of much use to anybody else.

[renegadexscientist]

“Can we calm down for thirty seconds?”--@thegreatvampirekiller

He looked at Peter and took a deep breath and nodded. “Thirty seconds….then I go back to panicking.”

[thegreatvampirekiller]

“I’ve already called someone to tow us… if all else fails we can climb back into the car and wait.”  The plan had originally been to take Jonathan to visit Catherine and Lydia at his granddaughter’s new job.  What Peter hadn’t accounted for was the miserable weather and the state of the damn car’s tires.  And just when the snow and wind were starting to pick up… and the poor man next to him was starting to hyperventilate a bit.

[renegadexscientist]

Jonathan looked at Peter and took a deep breath.  “I…should really apologize. It seems I’m more and more panic stricken each time we’re together Mr. Vincent.  Perhaps next time we could go to a nice quiet library and just…sit and talk rather than traveling or…going after vampires?”  He did genuinely want to spend time with Peter, it just never seemed to go well for either of them. 

[thegreatvampirekiller]

“No, no, don’t apologize, dear boy–it’s not your fault at all.”  There was a flickering yellow light and a distinct rumbling coming down the road toward them–at least the tow truck was making decent time.  On a sudden whim, Peter opened the boot of the car, pointedly not looking down at the very bald tires, and extracted a heavy scarf from a pile of clothes he’d been meaning to take inside from his last trip to the dry cleaners’.  Normally, the scarf would be worn with a suitably fancy sport coat, but Jonathan needed it much more right now.

“No, you’re right,” he conceded, handing over the scarf.  “I’m so sorry… I don’t know how these things keep finding me…”  Of course, it was probably nothing compared to being shanghaied into repairing a murderous computer–not for the first time, Peter mused that he wouldn’t have lasted five minutes in Jonathan’s position.  For all his current panic, the man had a backbone of steel, and Peter envied him that.

[thegreatvampirekiller]

“No... no, you dear girl, of course not.”  Bo, don’t you dare even think that–and don’t you make me think of it either.  “No, people don’t–people don’t die of that anymore.  You’re going to have lots of medicine and lots of rest… and the doctors and Cadence and I are going to be right here.  Everything’s going to be all right…”  God, he couldn’t even contemplate losing her–not over something like his idiot producer keeping the set cold.  She was going to be just fine…

[sxmmonsbirds]

“…Okay let’s talk about this…lots of medicine thing…” She said, sitting up just a bit. “Can it be bubblegum flavored?”  She flicked her eyes over as Cadence covered her mouth to hide a laugh.  “I mean…grape is…I guess okay…but cherry is the absolute worst and if I have to take it, I’d rather it taste like something I…you know…like?”  She reached up and held Peter’s hand.  “I suppose this means I’m for sure not going home tonight huh?” 

[thegreatvampirekiller]

At least Bo was cracking jokes again.  Peter decided to take that as a good sign.  “I’m afraid not,” he replied with a somewhat less tentative smile, brushing his thumb over the back of the girl’s hand as he squeezed it.  “We want to make sure you’re strong enough that you won’t need to come back here for a while.  But I had better relieve you, Cadence, dear,” he added, turning back toward the other woman.  “It’s getting late, I don’t want to keep you... but thank you so much for staying.”

“Hey, it was no problem,” she smiled back, lifting her purse onto her shoulder.  “But I don’t want Trevor to worry about me too much.”  Trevor was her little nephew she’d recently adopted--Peter had only met him once, and apparently being a complete darling ran in the family.  As she stood up, Cadence brushed a hand over Bo’s forehead.  “Get better for us, okay, sweetie?  We’re gonna miss you for a while, but your dad’s right... you’re gonna be okay.”

[thegreatvampirekiller]

“You haven’t slept for days, have you?” (Even vampires need sleep and I need more of that AU)

“Just barely,my dear,” Peter admitted, scrubbing a hand over his face as he surveyed whatremained of the apartment.  Alex had doneher due diligence in making it tenable for a pair of vampires, and the filmposters and weapons still hung in their places on the walls… but without thecrosses and silver, it felt so bare.  Sowrong somehow.  “I’m… adjusting still,you could say.”  Being unemployed hadnothing on being undead, he’d discovered to his dismay.  His teeth and jaws ached regularly, the actof scavenging for small animals’ blood still felt abhorrent (though much lessabhorrent than the idea of feeding on humans was), he missed the sunlight withevery cell in his body, he would feel himself panic upon realizing he wasn’tbreathing and didn’t need to… it was a nightmare.  Of course, however, he’d done everything inhis power to lessen any pain Dahlia might be going through.  If Peter was going to be responsible for hercurrent state, he was at least going to be responsible for her comfort as well;in his mind, it was the least any sire could do.

[thegreatvampirekiller]

Oh, dear, Alex.  How were they going to explain to her what had happened?  For that poor girl to have escaped Regine and her coven only for Peter and Dahlia to fall victim to them… she’d be devastated, and Peter only hoped she wouldn’t blame herself.  Or Charley, for that matter.  It was no one else’s fault… if only he’d been quick enough, strong enough…

“It’ll be a lot of paintings and posters,” he conceded bleakly, wrapping an arm around her shoulders a little more snugly than he’d meant to.  “We’ll have to get rid of all the crosses.  And all the weapons as well… those beautiful knives of yours, you won’t be able to use them anymore…”  He wanted to be cheerful for her, he really did, but it felt like so much of an entire life, thrown away.  So long, Fearless Vampire Killers, go now and live with your failure.  Peter was grateful for a moment that Dahlia couldn’t read minds like Bo could.  She couldn’t hear the despair coursing anew through his thoughts…

[xdahliawallacex]

“…Hey what about gloves?”  She looked over at him, a brow quirking upwards slightly.  “Like can we still touch our stuff if we were gloves because, I have a bunch.” She mused quietly, snuggling against his side.  “…It’s worth a shot right? I mean the worst I’d get is some singed fingers and I can live with that. Maybe we don’t have to get rid of everything after all. I mean the crucifixes still have to go obviously but…I’d feel a heck of a lot better if we were armed, all things considered…”

[thegreatvampirekiller]

“…That might be an idea…”  It actually hadn’t occurred to Peter… and he wondered for a moment why that had never come up in any of his movies.  Maybe it would have looked silly… but any vampire with enough panache could pull off a pair of opera gloves or those little silk Victorian affairs, couldn’t they?  Or maybe those would be too thin–maybe he needed to look at proper leather riding gloves for Dahlia to use, just in case what she had wasn’t enough…

“Well, it is worth a try,” he said with a sigh.  “And we still have the crossbow and the revolver if we need them.  But you’d better let me take things down–I don’t want anything to get snagged on the wall.”  God, that meant taking down that beautiful jewelled cross from Scream For Your Supper… impractical as it was, Peter loved that old thing, and now looking at it made his eyes water like he’d had whole onions rubbed into them…

[firstdxnxharm]

“Take my left shoe off! I can’t do that one!”--@thegreatvampirekiller (Noa)

She nodded and carefully removed the shoe. “That’s because it’s broken…what happened?” She shook her head. “This time you’re gonna have to stick around so we can get X-Rays…”

[thegreatvampirekiller]

“Tried to jump over a stairwell, would you believe it…”  Peter huffed a self-deprecating laugh that quickly turned into a hiss of pain as the shoe was pulled off and every nerve in his lower leg protested.  “Cursed creature was quicker than I was… there’s no telling where she’s run off to now.  Someone has to get back out there after her…”

[firstdxnxharm]

“…You tried to jump…” Noa shook her head.  “Alright let’s get you admitted, since that’s gonna need an x-ray and more than likely surgery. Did you want me to call someone?” She grabbed a chart and pulled over a stool. “As for going after her, it’s not going to be you tonight I’m afraid…”

[thegreatvampirekiller]

“Not going to be–no!”  He tried to twist himself to face her and only succeeded in sending another bolt of pain shooting through his leg.  “No, no, I can’t–I can’t wait, someone has to go after her!  She had blood on her mouth, Noa, she’s already killed someone!  I can’t sit here and let her kill someone else, I have to go back!”  In the back of his mind, Peter knew he sounded ridiculous, knew he’d be no help on a possibly broken foot, but the rest of him couldn’t get that blood out of his mind.  Who had been been another vampire’s victim while he was looking the other way… and who would be next...?

[thegreatvampirekiller]

(I’m not back to this blog yet--or any of my RP blogs, for that matter--because I’m not mentally prepared to tackle the community traffic again.  This year has been a difficult one for me, and I’m trying to take things slow.

However, you will notice that a set of headcanons that used to be here are gone.  They are staying gone, and they will not be referenced again in any way.  It was pointed out to me that they were poorly researched and traded in stereotypes, and the last thing I want is to scare people away from interacting with me because I was ignorant.  I’m continuing to educate myself on experiences I don’t share, and I need to be held accountable for when I mess up.  Thank you to that person for teaching me, and thank you all for understanding.)

[deathdefyinglifeleaps]

I don’t know if I would show this movie to small humans… 

Domino (2018) #6

[thegreatvampirekiller]

@dxntcallmepatches

[givemeangstymemes]

💧 Reblog if you have ever actually cried while writing/reading a thread

[dailydickinson]

Austin, back me up here.

[listentothestories]

lo.reads

[mashamorevna]

“I was like that: visible invisible visible invisible.”

— Alice Oswald, from “Full Moon” published in Poetry  (via weltenwellen)

[monsieurcouture]

Joseph Abboud F/W 2019 Menswear New York Fashion Week

[thisbluespirit]

Van Helsing comforts Tania in Dracula (Hammer 1958).