Vampire

I know it hurts. You know I’d quench that thirst. I can treat you better. You say you're lonely. I say you'll think about it. You know I'd put you first. You say you want me. I say you'll live without it. Unless you're the only one who instigates, got your mouth, open your heart. Feel your body closing, I can rip it open. Suck me up, I'm healing for the shit you're dealing. Smoke on your skin to get those pretty eyes rolling. You know you’re mine.

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icymagic:

“Okay I’m not thinking back that far. Just back to cutting out magazines and making a nice crafternoon out of your ransom note.” There were few things that Bailey was against but  hurting people was one of them really. “Now that is a good point.”

“I’ve never made a ransom note out of letters from a magazine, but I can see the creativity in it,” she supposed with a gentle lift of her brows. “Though I’ve never made a ransom note, period.” No, she was not the trade-off type when she was at her cruelest. “Are you planning on making one soon, mm? How did we get on this topic of all topics?

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witchesofnola:

Melanie laughed.  “Well good because I would have had to have a long talk with you about what you do and don’t deserve in bed.  Was this one up to snuff?”  She teased, but she was also starting to get curious.  Melanie wanted to know what her type was.  “Oh you definitely are easily remembered, I don’t think you have anything to worry about in that department.”  A smirk crossed her lips at the question before she shrugged.  “Is it bad to say a bit?  You are most definitely the most interesting woman I’ve met here.”

Vivian considered the man that lay spent in the room nearby. He was not altogether interesting, but he fit the standard. “I’m still deciding,” the older woman humored, reluctant to give away details. “My my, you’ve a honeyed tongue,” the English woman noted, familiar to the skill but fond of it nonetheless. “I wonder what else it is capable of.” This time it was a devilish curl of her lips that met the other woman’s eyes. “Thank you, I do try,” Vivian said with a playful fluff of her hair. Though her eyes were darker when she returned them to the girl, ”If you are so curious, all you need to do is simply ask, darling.” The vampire wandered closer, admitting as she did, “I do need to leave the hallway - dressed as I am. But if your room happened to be closer, well... It works out for the both of us, hm?”

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vamp-vik:

“It had its moments, but only because you knew I needed that.  If you could’ve controlled me without letting me think you cared that’s what you would’ve done.  I was never your love.” Vik laughed at the attempt, knowing she’d never loved him.  He had adored her, worshiped her even, and then had slowly come to his senses.

Vik didn’t like her seeing his home, the warm colors and books more of his personality now than he’d wanted her to know.  However, he kept his distance as she sat on his bed, crossing his arms and standing in the doorway.  “Don’t give me that shit.  You’re old enough to know that my issues with you aren’t because you didn’t teach me how to feed correctly.  You care about you and slating your lust or wants.  And you haven’t ever cared for a moment about me as a person beyond what I could do for you.  You turned me because I was handsome and you wanted a new pet.  And I fit the bill.”

Apparently, he had gotten wiser than she had anticipated. Vivian wasn’t entirely sure whether she liked this or not, but she supposed she was impressed. “Nonsense,” she still countered, “I love each and every person I turn.” But it was in her own twisted way. “I am not a monster, Viktor. I was born human. I feel things, much the same as anyone else.” Though the way she felt things were at a much lower intensity, for her own expense. 

Her eyes lingered on him as he stood in the doorway. Breathing a lengthy sigh, Vivian smoothed out her dress with one of her hands, letting her fingertips glide dangerously close to the inside of her thighs. Something to distract him with, the older woman figured. “I’m a changed woman now. I’ve gotten a new ‘pet’ as you like to put it. She’s a lovely thing. And I’ve treated her better,” Vivian assured. Though, not too better. “Have you met your matched here? Maybe they’ll soothe all that hurt within you.”

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hwlingkids:

         As she gripped the front of her jacket and brought it to her face, Demetra wrinkled her nose, inhaling the heavy stench of wet dog. In all honesty, Demetra didn’t know what else she expected; being thrown into the pool after a rather unfair fight tended to make wolves soaked to their bones – and, grudgingly admitting it, smell bad. But with the throbbing of her eye – the telltale sign of a bruise forming – Demetra perhaps hoped to be magically spared from smelling like a wet dog. Deep lost in thought, she didn’t hear the woman, and when her eyes landed on her, a blush immediately formed on her face. “Oh,” she echoed, jumping and instantly turning away, her back facing the woman. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to –” she cleared her throat, biting the inside of her cheek before continuing –“peek." The word made her heart beat faster, embarrassment filling her ribcage with each breath she took. "I was just — Are you alright, ma'am?”

As soon as her surprise filtered away, the smell of wet dog struck her senses. It was a stench that she could not stand - but she was never hateful towards her werewolf counterparts. Nor the witches. A thousand years taught her the only incredibly foolish idea her fellow supernaturals liked to entertain was the idea of superiority between the races. Such a human mistake, really. Vivian caught the blush that passed the blonde’s face just as quickly as she turned around, amused by the embarrassment on the other’s behalf. “No need to apologize, dear,” the English woman assured, humoring the girl with a sly tone of voice, “I didn’t spend two hundred on this for it not to be seen.” Beyond the smell, Vivian could hear a distinct heartbeat drumming some feet away from her. The sound always served to remind her of her own humanity. “I’m better than fine,” the vampire hummed casually, considering what she had just come from. The brunette wandered closer to the blonde, footsteps silent as she did. “But you look a little worse for wear,” she finally said beside the werewolf, fingertips reaching for the girl’s chin to gently draw her face back towards her, “What happened to that darling face of yours?”

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helenerockefeller:

Really, the color had just been a simple suggestion. Or rather more of a guess. Helene was an expert when it came to flowers, she could name them in Latin without a single doubt, but making decisions about interior? She had just eyeballed it. ‘’Thank you,’’ her voice was soft but coated with sweetness. Helene was always thankful — Vivian was her saving grace, after all. She was sure if she hadn’t granted her this bigger, better life, she’d still be stuck as a part of the Rockefeller family. Probably locking herself up in her apartment as much as possible, hating all family’s interactions and digging herself a deeper emotional hole for the mental torture they put her through. There wasn’t a day that she didn’t thank her sire silently for taking her away from that Hell of a life. Big blue eyes looked up into Vivian’s when her voice rang through the tiny room again, always feeling special when she got called darling. It was one of the habits she had taken over from her, calling most people darling too. Her lips ready to part, she simply froze - in a good way - when her face got cupped. It was one of the best feelings in the world, to feel Vivian’s hands cupping her face and talk to her, only her. If she had needed air, she surely would be heaving for breath now, but instead she smoothly ran her tongue over her lower lip when she felt her touch fade. ‘’I hope so,’’ she managed to say, as she wouldn’t let Vivian leave her space just yet. An approving smile settling on her features, her eyes went down to her sire’s lips before she moved that little bit to the side and kissed her cheek instead. ‘’I miss us. Just us.’’

Vivian knew the disaster she could face given two of her turned were in the same building. Viktor was still hellbent on denying her - though his willpower wavered when she persisted. And here was Helene, sweet on her and still rebellious in nature. If the tides ever turned against her, she might possibly drown. But then again Vivian had played these games before; she had attended the Italian court when she was nothing but the mistress of an emperor, smiled at his wife and curtsied to her ladies, made her allies in high and low places, and succeeded. If the Council could be compared to the kings and queens of the supernatural and NOLA was their kingdom, Vivian figured she would survive the half-assed replica. Distracted from her years, Helene managed to draw her back to present day with a soft kiss placed on her cheek. The older vampire drank in the words like fine wine, curling her own lips in the process, “You’re learning.” When she managed to move back enough to see her turned’s face, Vivian admired the dirty tactic. “Soon enough...” she hummed, this time moving her hand to the back of Helene’s neck and drawing her in for a long kiss. Brief as it was, she made sure to remind the younger thing how she had captured many hearts in her lifetime. When their lips pulled apart, Vivian’s tongue barely graced the other woman’s upper lip, “...I won’t be able to tell the difference between your tricks and your truths.” The brunette’s grey blue eyes stared for a moment - more intense as they did, “But you are loyal to me, and no one else. Correct?” She softened the cruelty of her request by brushing her lips briefly again against Helene’s, whispering near them, “Say yes, and I’ll reward you.” 

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xelegantxsavageryx:

Raven had lived a colorful existence, one that gave her the discernment between good supernaturals and bad ones. She was no idiot. “Yes, I am,” she replied slowly. Her fingers wrapped around the vervain charm she kept on her at all times. Who knew when it would come in handy? The vampire was older, very pretty, and she clearly knew what she was doing and what she was capable of. Instantly, she didn’t trust her. “And I’m not dumb enough to follow some strange vampire straight from a stranger danger video from elementary school.”

Irritation bubbled beneath her skin, but Vivian was a natural at hiding such an emotion in the midst of her trickery. The older woman raised a brow at the girl’s guess, “Do I radiate vampire? What if I were a werewolf? I’d be very insulted right about now.” She laughed, waving the nonsense away, “I have no idea what videos you’re speaking of, but I assure you I’m not some pervert trying to kidnap you. You’re an overly cautious one, aren’t you? Wise - considering our predicament. Viktor will be pleased, if not already. He’s always been a bit of a worry wart.” Vivian smiled towards the girl with her hands spread, “So you aren’t coming then? I don’t see how I could do much harm considering the cameras, and the amount of people in and out of the hotel. But I will not pressure you. That can be Viktor’s job.”

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bittersweetshq:

    The witch had avoided danger for the majority of her life,  so wasn’t particularly on edge whenever she was meeting strangers. Each new person given the same warm welcome as the last. She doesn’t expect any new conversation, but she rarely shies away from it. Looking over at the woman with a gentle smile, she nods as she’s asked her name. “It is, but you can call me Trixie, it’s a lot less formal, I find.” She’d been washing her hands before being interrupted, and she’s quick to dry them off, turning on her heel to face the other woman. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Vivian. You all have such classy names.” She holds her hand out towards her then too. “I don’t mind, it’s no intrusion, I was just freshening myself up a little bit.” She cocks her head to the side. “Oh, well. That’s perfectly understandable, I hope I’m not too much of a disappointment. Is there anything you wished to know?” Whilst marrying someone you barely knew could hardly be considered ideal, she was trying to make the most of it by being as open as possible; even if there was an inevitability of getting hurt.

The soft smile seemed enough of a telltale sign, but Vivian was smarter than to to assume a person’s benevolence upon first meeting. After all, she was the epitome of a changed woman when people grew to truly know her. “It is a pleasure to meet you as well, darling,” the English woman responded in kind. “Oh, thank you. I find Beatrix exciting. Did you know in Latin it was originally founded from the name Viatrix, meaning traveler? Later on it was associated with the Latin word beatus, meaning blessed.” Latin was one of her favored languages; the romance languages a consequence of such. Her eyes, the color of a foggy blue sky, trained themselves on the other woman’s face, marking each detail to remember for later, “You do seem to have the latter down pat. But did you ever travel?” If only the other woman knew her real name: Brisca. Such was never a classy name to begin with. “My dear, for you to be a disappointment, you would have to be of the male variety - at least for Helene,” the brunette teased. Before getting into the details, Vivian suggested with a playful squint of her eyes, “Let me treat you out to lunch. It is the least I can do.”

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witchesofnola:

Melanie was having trouble sleeping after the weird week she had.  So she decided to walk around the hotel in hopes of exhausting her enough to fall asleep.  She rounded a corner and ran into someone not exactly dressed but who looked good all the same.  Melanie took her time to look her over but when she got to her face she recognized her from that week.   “Well it seems like we meet in the most interesting scenarios.  Please tell me it wasn’t the same guy from the restaurant.”

The older woman raised a plucked brow, noticing the way her new companion’s eyes roamed her body. Disappointment was the last thing that came to mind over the shameless move, telling by the slight smirk that settled on her lips. “Heavens no,” Vivian assured with a brief roll of her grey-blue eyes. “I would have to lose my mind before sleeping with the likes of him.” She considered the girl’s words; they had met under interesting pretext. “I like to be remembered,” Vivian admitted - and it was the most honest thing she had ever uttered. “Are you envious?” she teased.

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vamp-vik:

There was a moment of guilt at her words, but then anger flared at the feeling, knowing she was putting her actions onto him and making him feel bad for them.  Again.  “The past is enough to assure me that I want nothing more to do with you Vivian.  Nothing at all. I’m treating you better than you deserve.”

Vik wavered a bit, meeting her eyes at the pleading tone and searched for the lie.  Knowing there was one.  Vivian never apologized, only put her bad deeds on others or had them do the dirty work for her.  But he did believe people could change, and maybe she did just want to be civil.  To at least have acquaintanceship and not a known enemy. The brushing touch and the please was enough to soften him just a bit, his anger wavering a moment but he just clenched his jaw and jerked back from the touch, but he let her inside. “Say your piece and then get out.”

“Then you forget our past. It was not all bad, my love.” And it hadn’t been. She had always made sure to soften her cruelty with moments of passion. A lover of the arts, Vivian could be both poetic and romantic when she wanted to be. Making her lovers feel special and whole when they were kissed by her lips and held close in her arms, and oh so horrible when they were not.

The older vampire could tell he was faltering. Inwardly, she delighted in this. However, her bottom lip jutted out at his refusal to touch her. “Very well.” At least she had been let in. Vivian wandered into the room with a curious skim, noting all the ways he had made this place his home. She went towards the bed - a familiar moment for them both. “I know I have not been the best sire in existence,” Vivian started, turning to face him and sitting on the edge of the bed. “But given I never had a sire of my own, it is incredibly hard for me to know how to do this. Truly, Viktor. I struggled.” Her hand rested beside her - a subtle hint that she wanted him there, “I do care for you. I would not have turned you if I didn’t.”

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andrea-copper:

Her lips pursed in thought at the comment and question as she pondered how to best answer. While Andrea’s accent wasn’t quite as noticeable to most, it seemed others from England had no problem pin pointing it. The she wolf had actually worked to get rid of most traces of her accent since moving - not because she didn’t care for her home country, but more because it felt like another way to cut ties with her former pack. “About 10 years or so ago,” she replied. “I needed a fresh start and a new perspective. America seemed like a good place to get it.” That and putting an ocean between her and her past worked out nicely. “And yourself?”

Having spent a lifetime of learning different facades, and the languages and cultures that came with them, Vivian could pinpoint the smallest trace of an accent from a mile away. One of the accomplishments she was most proud of. “I remember it was around the time I was born when America was first discovered,” the vampire hummed as casually as if she were talking about the weather. “By the vikings, of course. I do despise the fact that Columbus was credited with the discovery.” She tilted her shoulder, trying to remember exactly when she had come to America for the first time, “I’ve visited this country many times. But most recently, I came about mm perhaps 20 or so years ago? I cannot keep track of the short-term moving.” Vivian ordered a drink from a nearby bar employee, watching as they went off to fulfill her order. “Why did you come to America?”

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bloody-agnes:

The woman that stood before her was like the first description of a villainess in one of the many novels she’d read. She gave off that evil queen vibe and looked down on Agnes like the Queen of Hearts looking down at Alice. “I call her my friend. And I assume she’s at her room right now.” She crossed her arms over her chest, feeling like she was being compared to a puppy that had gotten off it’s leash. “My father taught me to have manners, especially with people that insult you.” Agnes told her, pressing her lips together in a tight frown. “Three months and five days. And you?”

“I wonder what sort of friend turns theirs into a bloodsucking creature of the night,” Vivian mused aloud, reassuring the girl a moment later, “Kidding. Please wipe the serious expression from your face. If you cannot take things with a grain of salt, you will not survive our world.” If only someone had been there to teach everything Vivian had come to know, maybe she would have done so much more for herself. “Your father is a wise man.” She ran a hand through her hair with a long sigh, “Three months. My, you are young.” Turning her attention back to the girl, Vivian informed her, “A thousand years. And no, I am not kidding this time.” 

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helenerockefeller:

‘‘God, I wish,’‘ Helene spat back rather quick, ready to tear apart whoever of her family had came in to irritate her even more — but the second she turned around, it was a complete stranger. Unless there was another distant aunt they hadn’t introduced her to yet, but judging from the woman’s next words, she was sure she couldn’t be family. Unlike this gorgeous, her family would do anything to spite her. ‘‘Nonsense,’‘ she repeated, taking it with a light laugh, ‘‘I call it fuckery. They’re just out to get to me,’‘ the woman heaved a sigh with a roll of her blue eyes, not directed at the brunette but at the whole gathered group of people that were mainly outside. A change of feeling shifted in Helene’s mindset at the request – for once she got asked to do something instead of demanded, and she appreciated the stranger already. “Of course, just give a minute,” the woman quickly got to work, making sure to do everything perfectly now there were eyes resting on her. The second she had mixed the beverage, she turned towards the other and poured it into her glass right in front of her, if only to impress her a bit maybe. “Men… if only they knew how unnecessary they actually are. I most certainly don’t need one in my future. I rather be the talk of the family than to be unhappy with a man I despise with every vessel in my body.” she opened up a little, her own cocktail in hand as she then sipped from it, staring at the kitchenware across from them.

“Fuckery?” Vivian repeated with a warm laugh. “My, I have not heard such a word before. It’s...refreshing.” She watched as the other woman rolled her eyes, appreciating the rebellion in her blood. Blood she could both hear pumping through veins, and smell. The sweet intoxication a dull reminder of her vampiric existence. The brunette bounced her brows while humoring the Rockefeller heir, “At parties such as these, everyone is on their best behavior. Rather, donning their masks. It is a bunch of bullocks, if you’d ask me. Half of the guests here will go afterwards to their private parties, gamble and curse, and sleep with whomever isn’t their beloved.” In all her years, she had seen this sort of behavior repeat itself. And she was not altogether innocent of the act, herself. “Thank you,” the vampire said with another timed smile, sliding onto a bar stool beside the kitchen island. Her eyes never left the blue ones across from her, observing how they danced away only to slide back. There we are.  “Are you sure you’re not a part-time bartender as well?” Vivian asked after she took the first sip, reveling in the taste. It wasn’t as tasteful as she imagined the woman’s blood to be, but she was content for now. “You are gay then?” The question was simple, but bold. Despite times changing, it was a subject to tread lightly upon for most. “Welcome to the club, darling,” she said with a wink, raising her glass to provide a toast. When everything settled, she had to wonder, “If you weren’t under the eyes of your parents, and the legacy of your last name, what would you be doing?”

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“Beatrix, is it?” Vivian asked by way of announcing herself to the other woman. A witch - she could practically smell the mortality upon her. With Helene being so young as a vampire, the brunette wondered how well that would play out. It brought a smile to her face, deceptively perfect as she carried on, “I’m Vivian. I hope you don’t mind my intrusion, but I happen to know your match, Helene. She is my sired.” The older woman spread her hands in a harmless gesture, shaping her voice to a sheepish tone, “Do forgive me, but I’m a little protective of her-” Possessive. “-And I was curious to meet you, actually.”

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A thousand years and the only thing that seemed to satisfy her boredom was of the pleasurable variety. Normally, it was a fun endeavor. But when she was left leaving a room with nothing but her netherwear on thanks to her companion’s impatience? A little less refined than she’d like to be. However, a smirk did find her face when she spied the last of her spent company. Vivian closed the door behind her before hearing footsteps. At this hour, she hadn’t expected anyone to be roaming the hallways. “Oh!” Vivian started, covering herself with the jacket she had snatched on her way out. Although she was quite proud of her figure. “You’ve surprised me.” 

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Vivian waited until she saw Raven leaving her hotel room, walking towards the girl with a flash of a smile, “Hello, darling! You wouldn’t happen to be Raven? Stone?” Moving calmly forward, the vampire pretended to be relieved she had caught the younger woman in time, “I’m glad I arrived when I did. I’m one of Viktor’s friends. He’s requested me to fetch you.” She lowered her voice rather playfully, “It’s supposed to be a bit of a surprise, but I hear he’s got quite the setup ready for you. A soon-to-be married first date sort of thing.” 

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[hughxxmendoza]

Liam was driving a tad bit too fast that day. Okay, like really super fast. Who really cared about speed limits – certainly not him. It was safe to say he wasn’t really paying attention to the pedestrians but just as he took another sharp turn, he almost rode over someone who was crossing the road. He slammed on the brakes, barely missing the person and spoke after he slid down the window on his side of the car. “You okay or what?”

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You little twit. The older woman had half a mind to rip his head off for swerving towards her. It was today’s youth - and she meant in the last century - that struck her nerves the most. Mayhaps it was why when she came across people such as Viktor and Helene, so terribly out of place for their generation, that she hoarded them away. “Oh, I’m quite alright, darling,” the English vampire said as she wandered closer to his car. With a movement as quick and as strong as her millennium years allowed her, she smashed one fist down on his hood and watched as the vehicle fizzled out, pleased at the fact. “But I think you’re going to need a car shop.”

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vamp-vik:

“If you hadn’t sired me I would’ve died naturally.  And If you hadn’t sired me I wouldn’t have been twisted around and manipulated into terrible things for near a century.  I was already a fighter when you found me Vivian.  You can’t take credit for that.”  Vik spat out, keeping his gaze hard and trained on hers. He couldn’t let her win.

As she stepped forward he took a step back, not wanting to even be close to his former love.  “I don’t need you.  I’m fine on my own.  And happier.”  He nodded with certainty, though that soft tone continued to be distracting.  Of course she was still attractive, but he didn’t want to be her pet any longer.  “What do we need to talk through?  You stay with your spouse to be over there and live your life, and I’ll continue leading my existence, and we stay out of each other’s way.”

Vivian had to roll her eyes - the childishness in her still abundant, despite her regal demeanor. “Oh please, darling. Might we leave the past in the past? I’ve come here for a fresh start, and yet you treat me so.” It was easy for her to turn things around; to throw the guilt back onto him as if he were the cause of the whole ordeal. 

“You were not as strong as you are now,” she countered. Yes, he had been a soldier. He had been fierce and beautiful to her, and she had wanted him the minute her eyes had set upon him. But he was soft and malleable under her care. Now he seemed a little harder on the surface, but she reckoned she could shape him into her plaything again if she were persistent. And she was. “Perhaps I’ve come to apologize? And to move forward. As civil as possible.” If he knew better, he would know that was the last thing on her mind. “Please, Viktor,” Vivian pleaded, reaching for him only to let two fingertips rest on his arm, “Do hear me out. I promise I will be warm to you.”