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𝗔𝗹𝗲𝘅𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗦𝘁𝗮𝘆𝗻𝗲 𝗜𝗜𝗜, 𝗔 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘆𝗲𝘁 𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗯𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝗺. 𝗕𝗼𝗿𝗻 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗮 𝗳𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗹𝘆 𝘄𝗲𝗮𝗹𝘁𝗵𝘆 𝗳𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹𝘆 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝗰𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗮𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗶𝗺. 𝗔𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗶𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗲𝗲𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗹 𝗸𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗿, 𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗻 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝗸𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹. 𝗧𝗵𝘂𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗹 𝗸𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻 𝗟𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗻. 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘀 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱.

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Alex walked down the hallway. Each step clear and perceive as he held a suitcase in his hand. His cold eyes focused ahead as people seemed to pass him without so much as a word as he looked around at the various faces. His expression didn't change as he was then met with a man in front of him.

Young. Well dressed. Rather..pale but a good complexion as Alex stopped just before he bumped into him." My apologies." He nods his head." I didn't see you there."

Alex spoke like old money. Polite. Understandably but rather empty in how he spoke as if something wasn't right. Something unnatural with him as a speaker as he tilted his head and sighed." Alexander Stayne III." He extended a hand to shake. His eyes however remains pinned on the man before him. He didn't look anywhere else other than at him.

"I don't mean to be rude. But you're rather pale. Would you like a checkup?"

#vampiriicfacade

whlteroses

"Sir I know it's hurts I'm sorry! But you need to try your best to calm down and stay awake." He grabs onto the other man with just as much strength if not a bit more to get him to calm down. Taking a moment he looked to his bag and to thd screaming man who was cursing and yelling that his wound hurt. No doubt it hurt. This man was alive and he needed to save him. As much as he didn't have to.

He was thinking about it. Could he drug him to calm him down? If he could there was a chance he'd go to sleep and never wake up again. So he reached into his bag and took out a syringe and jabbed it into his arm quickly. His eyes focusing on the man. "I have you some morphine. Despite your injury you should be feeling a lot more relaxed. Lord knows I need you that way.." he muttered lightly.

He takes a moment to breath as he leaned the man into his chest in a comforting way. He pulled out his phone and dialed 911. "Hello. Yes I'm at the south end of the trailer park on south Douglas. I have a patient here with a bullet wound in his head. He is alert and conscious. I just gave him some morphine."

thesickening

His eyes shut tightly, he's trying his best — but the pain is just too much to ignore. But then that's when it hit him, the morphine. Suddenly, the agony subdued, & his brain became hazy . . . in a pleasant way, though. Now, it felt like he was on a cloud. The pain might've still been there, but it was distant, no longer bothering him. Every muscle relaxed in the other man's embrace.

It's now, even though in a cloudy callback, that he remembered why he was in pain.

❝ Damn ! I'm still alive, ❞ he cursed. But after settling for a moment, feeling light in this stranger's embrace, the FACT that anyone would want to save him at all, the fact he was breathing & hadn't been plunged into oblivion. Dude . . . felt an overwhelming sensation of relief.

❝ Damn . . . I'm still alive . . . ❞ he repeated, more grateful this time. His head buried into the other man's chest. He didn't know who this stranger was, but he acknowledged that he had saved him.

❝ Who . . . are youuu ? ❞ His voice slurred, a side effect from the morphine.

whlteroses

"Alexander Stayne the third." He said it without thinking. He knew ghe man probably wouldn't have processed it correctly because it was a long name. His hand supporting him as much as he could as blood coated his chest. What had happened was singlehandedly the worst thing he could have witnessed. People shooting themselves was not a rarity but definitely was when your walking the streets.

He was going to use the morphine on his date but now he was using it to save a life. His hands removing the man's glasses to properly get a good look at his eyes. Dilated. One was at least while the other was regular. A bad sign. Looking around his head Alex pressed his fingers along his head to see if there was an exit wound. Considering it was point blank there should have been a sign of exit. But there wasn't.

"Stay with me Sir." The sounds of sirens going off in the background as they grew closer. This sadly was a wound he couldn't work on in a environment as dirty as this. Not to mention he lacked the tools to work on him." What's your name, mm?" He asked softly. Trying to make conversation with a dying man to keep him from falling asleep.

#thesickening #oop i died a bit there

Top/bottom/switch

He's intimate-

#white roses; alexander stayne iii #its not fair; ooc

God i need to give this boy more love.

#its not fair; ooc

d3adb0i

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The smell of blood, the sound of a knife stabbing flesh, the taste of death, that's all Deadboy noticed, hunched over a stranger's body like a ghoul feeding. Ohn watched as his meal was being prepared. Deadboy's eyes were empty, void of any thoughts except hunger, a hunger that belonged to Ohn but had been forced upon him.

Deadboy paused.

There was someone else here in this supposedly abandoned warehouse. He looked up at the newcomer, though Ohn didn't give the signal to strike.

So Deadboy stared at him, blood on his lips, eyes wide open like an animal.

whlteroses

"Such violence. I perfer it when they don't fight back." The voice said. A thick British accent filling the air as he stepped forward overlooking the wounds. The bloody display of a cannibal in their hunting phases. Not that every cannibal ate that way. Not unless they wanted to be caught. But a wear house was better than a alleyway.

"Seems we both had similar intentions. Death. It comes for everyone at some point. Pardon my assumption. Do you understand me?" He looks at the both of them. His expression and emotion unmoved. He himself dressed nicely. Carrying a briefcase in his hands as he dared to draw closer.

"Need I speak your language to make it easier for you?" He asked. Looking back at the body to reconize it. " You took my love from me." He looked at the body." Shame..the third date was going to be beautiful.." he sounded slightly sad. But his tone mostly pitted towards unmoved.

#d3adb0i #I HOPE MINE IS GOOD ;0;#yours was fine!!

Silence between them as he checked the blood that streaked the male's face. Checking for any sign of wounding. Anything. But there was something this young man was hiding. None of the blood was his. It had the same texture, yes it was real blood. Just not his..

"I don't know..but you look fine to me." Something was off. Incredibly off to the point Alex had a scalpel on standby if his patient decides to get violent for calling him out on his bullshit. His expression deadpan as he took a wet washcloth and wiped the blood free from his forehead. His eyes scanning the hairline just incase but he knew better than to trust anyone.

"Next time when you decide to waste the doctor's time. Try actually being hurt." He stated cooly. Something in thoes eyes. Thoes cold eyes of his patient made him feel although he was dealing with another killer..like himself." Is..there anything else I can help you with, Billy?"

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#its not fair; ooc

When the concept of love is drenched in blood and resin. Gifted to the victim's parents or loved ones as a parting goodbye. As he keeps his jar of ashes in a cupboard in his basement..if you catch his eye. Run.

#white roses; alexander stayne iii

ARE YOU A WOLF IN SHEEP'S SKIN, A SHEEP IN WOLF'S SKIN, OR SOME SECRET THIRD OPTION?

The fox that watches it all

You've always been the one to watch, haven't you? You always notice. The little things that go unseen, you see them. You're a wallflower, is what I mean to say, storing away your knowledge for something, something, something. To help, or destroy, you have yet to know that yourself. Most often, you don't really mean to see what you do, you simply...do. You watch as the wolf contorts into a seemingly gentle thing and the sheep bares fangs it should not have, and you say nothing, and you tell yourself it isn't regarding you. But, dear, you cannot lead a life stuck in fox holes and solitude. Not forever, at least. One day, you will be so full of knowledge, but you will have no one there to share it with.

[ Stolen from @eladead ]

#questionnaire #white roses; alexander stayne iii

gloomglimmer

✹ STEAMY TENSION: REQUESTED › ii. [R] initiating on [S] (suggestive, adult)

[F01] [R] crowds [S] against a wall, their hand sliding up [S]’s side.

[F02] [R] takes [S]’s chin between their fingers, tilting their face up slowly.

[F03] [R] steps between [S]’s knees, hands settling on their thighs.

[F04] [R] leans in close to [S]’s ear.

[F05] [R] grabs the back of [S]’s shirt and pulls them in.

[F06] [R] pins one of [S]’s wrists above their head, the other hand resting low on their waist.

[F07] [R] runs their thumb over [S]’s lower lip, slow and deliberate.

[F08] [R] presses their forehead to [S]’s, breathless, waiting for a reaction.

[F09] [R] hooks a finger in the collar of [S]’s clothes and tugs them closer.

[F10] [R] cages [S] in with both arms, gaze dropping to their mouth.

[F11] [R] slides their hand around the back of [S]’s neck, guiding them forward.

[F12] [R] pulls [S] onto their lap with little warning.

[F13] [R] backs [S] onto a bedroll, hovering just above them.

[F14] [R] traces a line down [S]’s chest slowly

[F15] [R] stands behind [S], one hand settling firmly on their hip.

[F16] [R] tilts [S]’s face toward theirs.

[F17] [R] slips their fingers into [S]’s hair, pulling gently.

[F18] [R] pushes [S] back against the mattress.

#blooded roses; memes

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"What are you going to do when this whole building comes crashing down, hm? Might want to choose quickly, this fire is cruel."

Alex's body stiffened. The voice echoing in his ears. Looking around the burning building it was true he only had so much time go grab something and get out of the basement before the building collapsed around him. There first thing that came to mind was his tool kit. Various tools used for operating wrapped snug in a tool wrap. Taking a breath he snatched the wrap from the metal table in his basement and ran.

The fire was heavy. Surrounding him. Making him cough uncontrollably as the front door was already collapsed on. Shit.. there had to be another way. There was the back door. Covering his mouth with his shirt he rushed down the flame coated corridor to where his back door was. Trying not to catch fire before he learned he had forgotten to get a new key. The damn door was broken since July.

"Shit..shit shit.." he looks around. Till he eyed a window with a figure just beyond it. His saving grace. Picking up a chair that wasn't on fire yet he threw it at the window. Breaking it instantly. Crawling through the window before collapsing into the ground just within the alleyway. His breaths labored and tired.

"Wh-who are you...?" He asks. The figure still there covered in shadow within the sweet embrace of alleyways darkness. Coughing violently from the smoke inhalation.

#SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG #eladead #♡♡♡#i hope this is good for you!

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#tagged #its not fair; ooc #white roses; alexander stayne iii

❝ You think you can break me? Cute. ❞

"Why would I break someone like you?" He asked." Men like you are a waste of time to be put upon my table." Nodding his head over towards a metal table in a dark medical room in a basement with a incinerator in the corner." I perfer thoes I love. To capture that last gasping breath and capture it in resen." He hummed as he crossed his arms. "Amuse me Fred. Why are you here really?"

#sonofanun #white roses; alexander stayne iii

thesickening

@whlteroses sent . . .

Alex's eyes were wide..it was a complete medical miracle that this man hasn't died yet for this man put a bullet through his skull. Looking over his skull Alex had bandages ready to wrap around the unconscious man's head. Doing so in a hurry. And as tight as possible.

"Can you hear me?" He asked. Taking his glasses off as he checked his pulse. Then his eyes. Shining a light in them to see if there was any change or get some sort of reaction out of him." You're one lucky bastard.."

He awoke with a sharp gasp. Instinct told him to move, but the second he tried, white - hot pain ripped through every nerve. ❝ Fuck ! It hurts ! It fucking hurts ! ❞ He didn't even know where. His eyes ? his skull ? his brain ? his medulla oblongata ? His mind was a fogged - up mess, after consciousness slammed back into him like a freight train.

He wasn’t exactly thinking about what he’d done to end up like this — that would’ve required clarity, & clarity was a luxury he couldn't have right now.

Through the haze, he caught sight of a man — a stranger. Didn't matter, he needed something real to hold on to, something to anchor him to the world instead of the agony. Both his hands shot out, clutching the man’s arm with desperate strength. His nails bit into skin as another cry ripped out of him.

❝ Jesus Christ, it hurts ! ❞ It was all he could manage, all he could think, all he was. Just pain, panic, & a pulse that refused to calm.

whlteroses

"Sir I know it's hurts I'm sorry! But you need to try your best to calm down and stay awake." He grabs onto the other man with just as much strength if not a bit more to get him to calm down. Taking a moment he looked to his bag and to thd screaming man who was cursing and yelling that his wound hurt. No doubt it hurt. This man was alive and he needed to save him. As much as he didn't have to.

He was thinking about it. Could he drug him to calm him down? If he could there was a chance he'd go to sleep and never wake up again. So he reached into his bag and took out a syringe and jabbed it into his arm quickly. His eyes focusing on the man. "I have you some morphine. Despite your injury you should be feeling a lot more relaxed. Lord knows I need you that way.." he muttered lightly.

He takes a moment to breath as he leaned the man into his chest in a comforting way. He pulled out his phone and dialed 911. "Hello. Yes I'm at the south end of the trailer park on south Douglas. I have a patient here with a bullet wound in his head. He is alert and conscious. I just gave him some morphine."

#thesickening #white roses; alexander stayne iii

[ @eladead ♡ for a starter ]

Alex was focused. Dissecting the body of his latest victim his eyes focused on thd innards. The veins. The various organs that lay neatly on a table. All going to be thrown away in hid incinerator when finished. And then his eyes shoot up to thd figure in the hall that goes down to the staircase that leads to his basement.

He was frozen. Someone found out his dirty secret..he wasn't scared though..something about being a serial killer to the public made him feel empty more than thrilled." I suppose I should be afraid that you found me out." He must have left his front door unlocked..a foolish mistake. Nevertheless he put his scalpel down and gently shut the eyes of his latest 'lover'.

He didn't know how to handle this." You should know to mind your own buisness." The British accent thick as he spoke with contempt. Somewhat emotionless tone.

#eladead #♡♡

cryptinspo

𝗘𝗡𝗘𝗠𝗜𝗘𝗦 𝗧𝗢 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗧𝗦 !

❝ Don’t look at me like that. ❞

❝ You know exactly what you’re doing, don’t you? ❞

❝ One day, your arrogance is going to be your undoing. ❞

❝ Try me, I dare you. ❞

❝ I hate that I can’t stop thinking about you. ❞

❝ Stay away… or come closer. ❞

❝ You’re trouble, wrapped in a smile. ❞

❝ Careful. I bite. ❞

❝ You make me want to break my own rules. ❞

❝ Keep talking. I might actually like it. ❞

❝ I’m warning you… this doesn’t end well. ❞

❝ You’re like poison I can’t quit. ❞

❝ If you walk away now, don’t expect me to follow. ❞

❝ That was a mistake… and you loved it. ❞

❝ You’re insufferable, and yet… irresistible. ❞

❝ One day, you’ll regret underestimating me. ❞

❝ This is war… and you’re on the losing side. ❞

❝ You look way too smug right now. ❞

❝ Don’t flatter yourself; I’m not impressed. ❞

❝ You’re dangerous. And I want it. ❞

❝ Don’t think I won’t remember this. ❞

❝ I can’t tell if I hate you… or need you. ❞

❝ You make chaos look like art. ❞

❝ Keep pushing, and see what happens. ❞

❝ I’ve survived worse… but maybe not you. ❞

❝ You think you can break me? Cute. ❞

❝ One day, I’ll get the better of you. ❞

❝ Stop smiling at me like that. ❞

❝ I shouldn’t want this… but I do. ❞

❝ Every time you walk away, I ache. ❞

❝ You’re trouble, and I’m addicted. ❞

❝ Don’t pretend this doesn’t excite you. ❞

❝ One wrong word… and it’s over. ❞

❝ You like seeing me lose, don’t you? ❞

❝ I can’t tell if this is a game… or real. ❞

❝ Stop tempting me. ❞

❝ You’ll pay for this… eventually. ❞

❝ I’m not scared of you. Not yet. ❞

❝ If we survive this, I’ll never forgive you. ❞

❝ Don’t think I won’t hold it against you forever. ❞

❝ You’re infuriatingly irresistible. ❞

❝ Watch your step… or don’t. ❞

❝ You’ve got a death wish, don’t you? ❞

❝ I hate how easily you get under my skin. ❞

❝ Try walking away now. I dare you. ❞

❝ I shouldn’t care… but I do. ❞

❝ You think you can play with fire? ❞

❝ This tension between us is unbearable. ❞

❝ You’re going to be the end of me. ❞

❝ Don’t test me… unless you want to lose. ❞

#blooded roses; memes

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