The First Wife

Oh my enemy - do I terrify ?

[vampyrra]

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#𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐘𝐑𝐑𝐀: private & selective 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐚, first 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐚 from van helsing (2004) and other 'dracula' lore. following the setting and themes of gothic horror, the death of catholicism, death was the maiden, the eternal pursuit of hedonism and what it means to love the devil. written by eliza, 25+ ( she/her )

trigger warnings apply:  this blog will feature topics of vampirism, sex, blood, death, blasphemy, mental illness,  childbirth  &  miscarriage.

[vampyrra]

I CAN FEEL FRESH BLOOD RUNNING THROUGH HER VEINS! – very private & selective verona of van helsing 2004. personal lore & headcanon heavy interpretation. this blog will contain mature/triggering themes such as death, murder, sex, blasphemy, child loss, most forms of violence, etc. 21+ muns & muses only.

[ohisms]

↪ 𝑽𝑨𝑵 𝑯𝑬𝑳𝑺𝑰𝑵𝑮 . ( a collection of sentence starters from the 2004 film . adjust phrasing as necessary . mature themes present . )

oh , [ name ] . it's just you .

where are you going to run , [ name ] ?

what are you saying ?

why do you think i brought you here ?

you said you believed in my work .

i would kill myself before helping in such a task .

you've been so kind to me , [ name ] .

you can't kill me , [ name ] .

so , you're the great [ name ] .

we all have our little problems .

let's make it your decision , shall we ?

i wish you a week in hell .

why don't you do something about it ?

this is all a test of faith .

i can curse all i want , dammit .

you . turn around .

strangers don't last long here .

the laws of men mean little to me .

i don't need your help .

you stay here . they're trying to kill me .

nice to see you too , [ name ] .

did i do something to you in a past life ?

i hope you do have a heart , [ name ] . because someday i'd like to drive a stake through it .

your reputation precedes you .

i am hollow ! and i will live ... forever .

please , say you will not try again .

do not fear me ... everybody else fears me .

i was unprepared . it won't happen again .

do you understand forgiveness ?

i would rather die than help you .

don't be boring , everyone who says that always dies .

may he rest in peace .

how long has it been , 300 , 400 years ?

you don't remember , do you ?

what exactly is it i am to be remembering ?

it's no surprise you would know all about me .

we have such history , you and i .

have you ever wondered why you have such horrific nightmares ?

[ name ] , it's alright , i'm taking you home .

what , did you think we haven't tried everything before ?

no one knows how to kill [ name ] .

i could have used that information earlier .

would you like me to refresh your memory a little ?

allow me to ... reintroduce myself .

i think we've overstayed our welcome .

don't give me that look .

you were right . i'm sorry .

monster ? who's the monster here ? i have done nothing wrong !

look , there's still time .

you were right . i'm sorry .

do you have any family , [ name ] ?

if you value your lives , and the lives of your kin , you will kill me .

evil may have created it , may have left its mark on it , but evil does not rule it .

now you know why they call me a murderer .

oh my god ... you've been bitten .

so much trouble ... so much trouble .

now you will become that which you hunted so passionately . may others be as passionate in their hunting of you .

don't worry , god will forgive us .

how many commandments can we break in one day ?

oh my god , you should be terrified .

how does it feel to be a puppet on my string ?

neither of us has ever settled for half .

you make my skin crawl .

i'm not gonna like this , am i ?

one brief moment of pain , and we can be together forever .

you have no heartbeat .

you are nothing but damned bones , and damned souls .

well , that doesn't sound like a good thing .

we don't have a choice . just don't get killed .

you don't understand , it doesn't matter what happens to me .

god is not the only one that can create life .

you can't go until i say you can go , and i say you can go when you're dead !

you're supposed to die .

we are both part of the same great game , [ name ] , we just find ourselves on opposite sides of the board .

you are being used , [ name ] , as was i . but i escaped , so can you .

if you're going to kill someone , kill them . don't stand there talking about it .

all i want is life . the continuation of my kind .

some things are better left forgotten .

[ohisms]

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐓 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒 . ( a collection of horror - based dialogue prompts . adjust phrasing as necessary . mature themes present . )

you'll never get what you want .

we need to stay together . no 'splitting up' bullshit .

nobody ever prepared me for this .

so you've just been lying to me this entire time ?

there's too much blood , i can't stop it .

this is over when i say it's over .

[ name ] , be careful . i've already lost enough people that i care about .

i never should have trusted you .

this is getting really out of hand , okay ?

i feel like we're not alone .

revenge is the best medicine !

put your head on straight , this isn't over yet .

maybe we should ... y'know , check it out ?

run . run and don't stop .

i thought i saw something ... i - i must be going crazy .

you couldn't pay me to go down there .

the cops are on their way .

would you rather stay here and die ?!

there's no such thing as [ ghosts / demons ] . it's made-up .

you aren't going anywhere .

i'm putting you out of your misery .

i know you think you're untouchable , but they will kill us .

you shouldn't have touched that .

we aren't going to make it out of here , are we ?

why are you following me ?

there has to be a medical kit here , somewhere .

i'll go with you . strength in numbers , right ?

don't move ... a fucking muscle .

fuck , the door is locked from the other side .

don't get ... dead , okay ?

that was the only [ bullet / round / flare ] we had .

did you really think it would be that easy ?

we've come too far , we can't turn around now .

put down the [ weapon ] . please .

come on , help me barricade the door .

[ name ] , is that ... blood ?

haven't you seen a horror movie ? the blonde always dies .

it was you ? YOU did this ?!

you are gonna fucking pay .

i'm going to give you ten seconds . nine , eight ...

i want you to admit what you did .

hey , look at me -- it's not real . it's not real .

do you think they're watching us right now ?

we're in this together . no one gets left behind .

let them go ... please , just let them go .

oh my god , what the hell was that ?!

you know i'm capable of this .

i had to ... i had no choice .

you don't have the guts .

this is fucked up , this is so fucked up .

what we're dealing with isn't even human .

you need to hide . find somewhere & don't come out .

stop ! don't touch that . we don't know what it is .

i've done bad things to good people .

if they catch us , they will kill us .

why are you covered in blood ?

i can't ... i can't feel my -

[ name ] is dead . i saw it happen .

what , you're gonna kill me ? i don't believe you .

there is an evil in you . i see it .

this shit only happens to people in horror movies .

forget about me , just save them .

what's one reason i shouldn't kill you right now ?

you aren't supposed to be here .

please don't . i'm begging you .

are you scared ?

whatever happens , don't let go of my hand .

[ name ] , this isn't you .

well , what the fuck are we supposed to do ?!

get out of my house before i call the cops .

you're going to regret that .

there's that smile ... i'm glad it's the last thing i'll see .

if we make it out of here , tonight will haunt me forever .

[ohisms]

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐀 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐒 .    (  a collection of  action prompts.   feel free to reverse roles as desired. this prompt will be updated.  )

[ REDWOOD ] sender lashes out at receiver when it isn't their fault.

[ WILLOW ] sender embraces receiver in a moment of extreme distress.

[ PINE ] sender fervently resists receiver's attempts to comfort / care for them.

[ BIRCH ] sender finally ends a tense argument by reaching out to apologize.

[ POPLAR ] sender mentors receiver through learning a new skill.

[ PALM ] sender and receiver avoid / ignore the stresses of real life together.

[ ELM ] sender lends receiver aid in a time of urgent need.

[ MAGNOLIA ] sender, believed to be dead, arrives at receiver's door.

[ DOGWOOD ] sender gifts receiver a token of good luck / protection.

[ MULBERRY ] sender and receiver take a long walk through nature together.

[ HAZELNUT ] sender begrudgingly patches up receiver's wounds.

[ CAMPHOR ] sender suddenly pushes receiver out of danger's path.

[ CASHEW ] when they're finally alone, sender invites receiver to dance.

[ LAVENDER ] sender lays their head in receiver's lap and closes their eyes.

[ BEECH ] it comes to light that sender has betrayed receiver.

[ HIBISCUS ] sender invites receiver to go traveling with them.

[ HICKORY ] sender pushes receiver to admit that they need them.

[ MAPLE ] sender shakes receiver's shoulders, begging them to wake up.

[ CHERRY BLOSSOM ] sender revels in receiver's beauty, stunned.

[ JOSHUA ] sender offers receiver a safe place to hide / crash .

[ ASH ] sender and receiver become reacquainted after many years.

[ FIG ] sender, knowing receiver is hungry, pressures them to eat.

[ YEW ] sender beckons for receiver to join them in the water.

[ CYPRESS ] sender shamelessly flirts with receiver.

[ LINDEN ] sender cares for receiver, who took a hit to protect them.

[richardtrager]

Planned starter for @vampyrra

Richard Trager isn't one to fly in blind. He's a risk taker, sure, but risk involves come calculation, right? Everyone knows that. In the case of sniffing out who's got some loose change rolling around in their pockets or those select few whose billfolds are open and begging to empty themselves, it takes research. In fact, the Murkoff Corporation in particular likes to do some background checks on potential donors. They're looking for donation history, political affiliations, levels of education...bank numbers...socials. Who knows how deep they go? And who cares, really? The company likes to keep themselves informed and so does he. One of the many things they have in common. Richard doesn't have to dig too deep to understand what kind of benefactor they've got on their hands and he has approaches for each. Once he knows who they are, he has them. Doesn't take much work, truth be told. A little good cop bad cop routine, a little softening up, some big promises....and bingo!

In this case though, there wasn't much to find. He's used to people being PR trained, secretive, and selective with accessible information of course. He doesn't blame them! Who knows what kind of fucking sickos are out there trying to take a free peek in to your private life but he's never encountered a broad quite like this. There was plenty of information to be found on the woman. In fact, her name is plastered across seemingly every internet search remotely related to blood research...but there's a whole lot of nothing. Plenty of talk, no substance. He'd done his due diligence too. Even enlisted the help of some of the no names down in IT. Nothing.

So, tonight, despite his best efforts, he's going in blind as a bat. Kind of exciting, isn't it? A good old fashioned challenge. He likes that. "Think fast." Rick says, tossing his car keys to the valet without a second glance, passing the small line at the entryway to the Rioja and into the building itself. It's a nice place, the Rioja, a hotspot for the corporate elite and anyone who wants to pay $36.00 for a square of over seasoned chicken. It's cozy enough to (hopefully) get someone to open their hearts, minds, and checkbooks but classy enough that the atmosphere keeps you on your toes.

"Table for two....Trager." He says with a winning smile and holding up two digits, laying it on thick for the hostess. She's nothing to look at, but she's got the keys to the castle as they say and Rick wants to make good time getting to the table before Carlotti gets there first. As the hostess leads him in the direction of his table, the executive checks his watch. No problem, he's early by fifteen. His comfortable smirk is cut off as he looks up, spotting a woman, all legs, sitting at the table already.

"Wow! Look at you...," he says brightly, eyes already trained on the woman's severe features as he slides past the hostess and takes his seat. She is something to look at. "Early bird gets the worm, as they say." Immediately, his coat is hung over the back of his chair, revealing his suit beneath. He's chosen something colorful but classic for the occasion; a light blue suit with an even lighter undershirt. The suit pulls over to his right, buttoning with an elegant sash. He's chosen gold accents as well and boy is he glad. She's absolutely loaded by the looks of it and he has no problem matching her energy.

"You certainly know how to keep a man on his toes...I'm Richard Trager." He reaches across the table for her hand, intending to shake. "We've spoken over email! And...I may be wrong, but you might have had a chat with my assistant?"

[vampyrra]

blood is in the water and verona is a shark following it's scent. it's not every day that she catches wind of scientific advancements that could alter human biology. that was her field after all. her own scientific curiosity delves much deeper than blood research, but she puts those thoughts aside for now. it didn't take long to contact someone from murkoff to set up a meeting. a generous benefactor and the corporation that wants to set it's sights to new heights. how tragically romantic it all seemed, if it wasn't so clinical. a few intrigued emails later and verona is on a flight to colorado the next week.

'richard trager will meet you to discuss business. thank you for your interest, mrs. carlotti."

if murkoff liked to be well-informed, the vampiress liked to reciprocate with her own investigations. it was senseless not to show up on equal footing. it was difficult to find any information on all the executives and the project that they held so dear. some sort of engine. it was all very hush-hush, which made her mad with desire to tear their secrets apart and devour as her own. the one executive that stuck out, of course, was the head of business development. the man of the hour, so to speak. richard trager. anything from his employee files, she would use as ammunition.

a pleased smirk rests on her lips as she swirled a vintage nursing between her manicured claws. the rim is raised to her nose and it's aroma inhaled into her lungs. sniffing, but never drinking as she places it down. verona is twenty minutes early for the meeting but perhaps she likes to have a one-up on the other. always has, even when she was a human. she would have preferred to meet him right in the center of action but vampiress reminds herself that patience is a virtue. she would need to chip away murkoff's apprehension, one interaction at a time. a sigh leaves her red lips.

it's not too long before the pretty hostess leads a man to the table. an easy smile slides on verona's face like a switch. pleasant, cool, and definitely unwavering. her dark brown hues trail him up and down like a piece of meat. clean suit, well maintained appearance, and the aura of a man who had way too much money on his hands. her smile widens. she allows herself to chuckle at the expense of his ego. "you must be trager, i'm verona carlotti. you can never be too early, only ever late when it comes to unique opportunities. surely you understand, sí?" her italian lilt sounds like a natural purr. her gaze falls to his extended hand.

carefully, she takes it and gives him a firm shake before retreating. her hand lands in her lap, wiping away at her dress. "you're too kind, but yes, we did speak over email. your assistant informed me that you would be meeting me yourself. normally, i would send one of my own assistants for these matters, but i figured you would appreciate a more personal touch." verona smirks teasingly as she grabs her birkin bag from her chair. inside, she pulls out a few documents of her own company and any information she's willing to divulge.

"please feel free to ask me anything, mr. trager. i want to make it clear that i'm very interested in what murkoff has to offer."

[richardtrager]

𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 & 𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞, 𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐮𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬. 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐁𝐞𝐧. 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝.

[vampyrra]

he had meant to feed while he was away. verona, astute as ever, noticed how sunken his features looked. how frighteningly sickening the paleness of his skin dulled to. aurelio was so soft-hearted yet so infuriatingly stubborn. despite his insistence that he is “fine”, she all but pushed him out of the house. cooping himself up was making him miserable, just as much as the life outside taunted his lack of mortality.

vampiress is just as taunted by their cage, far too restraining with very little to move about. it would make her skin prickle with hives if her body allowed it. despite it, she manages to save face. if it were under normal circumstances, verona wouldn’t hesitate to bring prey home. so much more manageable and easier to clean. terzo’s presence, however, hinders her ( she’s growing frustrated not knowing why ). she takes these frustrations in to her own hands and closes her bedroom door behind her - blissfully unaware that he’s returned home not too far after.

it was almost as if the fledgling forgets that sire can feel his presence without needing to see him yet she makes no effort to expose his voyeurism. the pull of her blood in his veins pounding in her ears as she chases momentary pleasure. his hunger bleeds just a heavily into her own. the fingers between her legs set a more vigorous and satisfying pace. a moan leaves her throat in a shudder. it’s obscenely intimate, almost an invasion into his private feelings.

verona peers at him from her sheets with thinned lips, her body screaming at her ruined orgasm. she flashes an most pitying look at terzo. she fears if she touched him, he’d snap like a rubber band. demoness sighs as she sits herself up, fingers wiping away the evidence of her pleasure. hands reach for her discarded silk robe. “and you look hungry,” she teases him, “in more ways than one.” her eyes lower from his to take notice of the noticeable bulge in his trousers. the vampire moves off her bed, feeling only a slight hint of apprehension. what would crossing their otherwise platonic relationship do? luckily ( or unluckily ) verona does not back down. not to anyone and certainly not to herself.

“i’m not going to punish you, aurelio,” verona says almost delicately, “you’re a grown man with good taste.” she humors him to diffuse his tautness. she reaches for his hands and guides them to hover over her full hips. leaving her movements open enough in case he refuses, signaling that his denial won’t be punished either. demoness doesn’t think too deeply - won’t think about consequences when he’s standing right there. her lips part with unconscious slight trepidation; the sentence worming it’s way from the heat of her belly.

“do you want to touch me?”

[thirdemeritus]

Pity is one of the most difficult of the many pills his hostess insist he take. Aurelio detests it. In fact, boy or man, he has striven to combat looks such as these, stretching himself thin⸺pushing mind, body, and soul to the limits of his talents in order to avoid the sentence. And sentence it was…to be pitied spreads a sickness through his abdomen, a dry retch that only tempts him into equally pitiful behavior. It is the antithesis to pride, a value on which his bloodline is built. That illness mixes low in his belly now, swirling with hunger and desire⸺a dangerous combination.

Why must he walk the tightrope of pity and depravity? Starvation and the taking of life he does not desire? In the end, he harbors a resentment, as if the woman before him had somehow thrust these conditions upon him. In reality, she has not. He resents this too. There is no one tangible to blame. Another pill to swallow.

A flash of the disgust he feels runs across his gaunt but still undeniably handsome features. He makes no motion to answer her observations just as he makes no attempt to hide his arousal, hands now placed resolutely behind his back. His eyes, however, are far less restrained, continuing to take her in. From the curve of her hip to her supple breasts, and down further to her center, glistening with her efforts. Sin, lode a satana, creeps into life. The life of the undead being no exception.

Slowly, he forces his gaze to meet hers as she slides from her bed and approaches. What does he find there, in her eyes? Lust, apprehension, curiosity, and a daring that he has seen her display often, especially when hunting. Now, it’s directed towards him. It is tempting to buckle under the pressure of it, his weakened state doing him no favors.

As if she sensed his need for stability, his hands are taken. Once her intentions are clear, the young man wastes no time in placing his palms against her waist, immediately rubbing a thumb over her skin. The softest marble.

He had thought of her this way before in the privacy of solitude and the occasional moments of silence between them…but never had he intended to act on these fantasies. “I’ve wanted to touch you from nearly the moment we met.” His own bravado would come as a shock, even to himself, if his answer wasn’t simply the truth. A moment of vulnerability. Why should he not give her a piece of his soul? Has she not earned it?

With this thought, Terzo leans closer, hands traveling easily up to her breasts, cupping them with intention as he moves to guide them both back to the comfort of her bed. “⸺Who am I to steal a moment of your peace without amends, Verona?”

The fire within his belly flickers with white hot flame as he takes a moment of control, his desire dangerously close to burning entirely out of control. There was a time when such a sensation may have been uncomfortable, undesirable, or even frightening. Now, he embraces it, prepared to plunge himself into the unknown. It is a feeling of desperation.

[vampyrra]

the boy with stars in his eyes. he is a storm waiting to happen. his barely concealed restraint, hands hanging as if they were tied behind his back. verona can't help the mischievous that permeates and spreads through her lips in a simper. her robe slips open in an attempt to drive him to further into desperation. if his gaze held any power - it does - it would strip her to her very core. she nearly shivers with delight. what a sweet thing to taste, to revel in; the temptation to touch what shouldn't be yours. a sin in itself.

a small sigh leaves her throat as soon as his palms touch her soft skin. electricity spreads through his touch. her fingers run up his hands gingerly, her fingertips skimming over his skin like a breath. his honesty earns him favor - more than he knows - it nearly stuns her just as it endears. A hum vibrates her throat as her eyes meet his. Her fingers reach for his buttons, sniping them off one by one as her body leans in to lay a kiss upon his throat. lay your woes at the door, there is no one to perform for but us, verona almost states. "how torturous, dear aurelio," she purrs in response. " how did it not drive you mad?" another kiss to his throat, though she pricks him with her fangs this time. arousal seeps into her skin as animalistic hunger sets in her bones. her mouth twitches for but a moment, determining whether she should snap her beastly maw.

the beast remains bubbling under the glamour. for now. "you taste the way I've imagined it. so youthful," she offers her own sliver of vulnerability in return as succubus retreats. her free hand touches his jaw and verona leans into his touch, eyes fluttering as he palms her chest. he takes control and leads them back to the bed. their bodies land on the sheets. "non c'è espiazione qui," she moves herself to straddle his waist. her weight pressed against his strained trousers, rolling in circles into him with her own arousal. a moan leaves her chest. a satisfying sight indeed, delicious even. "c'è solo compimento. non vuoi essere realizzato?"

her hands easily push the fabric of his shirt away. his pallid skin presents itself like a feast to her eyes. slowly, teasingly, excruciatingly, her mouth lowers to the soft flesh. her fangs sink into him as a guttural sound rumbles her core. verona mitigates the pain with pleasure; digits drift low between them as they wrap over him through his trousers.

[patdevilles]

Toni Collette and Monica Bellucci | Mafia Mamma (2023)

[mbelluccisource]

Monica Bellucci photographed by Marcel Hartmann as Maria Callas for Tom Volf's "Maria Callas: Letters and Memoirs", presented at the 18th Rome Film Festival at Auditorium Parco Della Musica on October 20, 2023 in Rome, Italy.

[vampyrra]

I CAN FEEL FRESH BLOOD RUNNING THROUGH HER VEINS! – very private & selective verona of van helsing 2004. personal lore & headcanon heavy interpretation. this blog will contain mature/triggering themes such as death, murder, sex, blasphemy, child loss, most forms of violence, etc. 21+ muns & muses only.

[vampyrra]

yeah, im too tired to do a whole revamp - v low activity for right now.

[vampira-carmilla]

Artwork by Gustave Doré

[vampyrra]

gonna revamp + move blogs ( probably)

[vampyrra]

this is coming soon.

[vampyrra]

gonna revamp + move blogs ( probably)

[vampyrra]

this is coming soon.

[vampyrra]

gonna revamp + move blogs ( probably)

[vampyrra]

terzo's ability is something that she's never seen - completely unique to his character that seemed to shift from his mortality to his....immortality. viciously curious, verona's claws ache to tear him apart, layer by layer, to reveal the secret to his ability. 'there must be a way,' she thinks to herself. clack, clack goes the manicured nails in a neat row against the wooden grain of the dining table. she's deep in her thoughts when his presence grows near. she feels it in their blood. clack, clack. deathly silence permeates the rented house. her burning gaze tears from the spot on the wall to gaze at the fledgling approaching the kitchen.

"ah, you're back," she says pensively. "there's something i want to discuss with you, @portaeinferni." vampire gauges his reaction carefully as her free hand signals to the chair across from her. she has an idea, one that would benefit them both if he sees it that way. verona makes no indication to him that she's nervous or apprehensive. she's not. verona hardly waits for him to settle as excitement bubbles behind her eyes. "do you know the extent of your hypnosis?" clack, clack.