I’m off this account for the night, as well.

NO IDEA when I’ll be back.

Sorry!

love-fuels-our-dreams:

frightnightforreal:

 

“So what would you say if I told you I was a vampire?” He tilted his head. “Would you be scared?”

” … Partially, I would be mainly frightened and unsure, but.. also intrigued. ”  She raised an eyebrow ” Are you?”

This time when his lips parted in that reassuring smile, it was a little more sharp. And that was to say nothing of the fangs.

blood—and—burlesque:

frightnightforreal:

Everything slowed just for a moment. Long enough for him to swallow a mouthful of room-temperature blood and lave his tongue over the gash to coax out more. Vampire blood didn’t pump like a human’s, and it wasn’t warm, but it was still blood. And distracting enough that she was able to squirm free and smash him against the wall. Again. He grinned, her blood smeared over the wide expanse of fang and trickling from the corner of his mouth. The second blow barely lessened the glee. He was well into bloodlust now. He licked his lips slowly, just staring at her. Chuckling a little, he gripped her wrist again, claws scratching lightly. His other hand brushed her cheek almost tenderly.

“I’ve had better.”

Then he gripped her hair and twisted, hard enough to break a human’s neck and possibly hers as well. It wouldn’t kill her, even if it did.

Sassy thing, wasn’t he? Even in the middle of a heated fight between two corpses, he still brought the attitude. Scarlett could respect that. She could also respect the fact that he was clearly ancient. His scent told her he was eons older. Giving him a fair fight was her way of showing him that she understood this. Would she let him win? No. And from the way it seemed to be going, she wasn’t sure if there would be a winner. 

There was a sickening crack. Scarlett blinked, shocked for just a moment before she broke into a smile and, with her head twisted so very awkwardly, winked at him. “How sweet,” she cooed before placing a hand on either side of her head to twist it back into place. Once righted, she shoved him back and got a running start before launching herself into the air and latching onto him, legs wrapped tight around his waist before she made a move for his neck, fangs bared.

Released from the wall, he didn’t make a move, instead just watching her realign her vertebrae. He rolled a shoulder that had the dull itch of what some might call pain. It didn’t really affect him like it did most other living things. Except fire. That was a bitch. He only grinned when she shoved him back into the wall again, but he took a step forward and half-caught her when she jumped. Somewhere along the way it had become less about proving his dominant right to stay in the area and more about adrenaline and spilling blood and destruction. It just kept escalating until it was more dance than fight. 

He caught a fistful of her hair before she could sink her fangs in. She was a strong little thing, though, and his arm twitched a bit in holding her in place, her open mouth hovering over his neck. He laughed again, and his free hand dug claws into the small of her back, gouging tantalizingly slow lines.

love-fuels-our-dreams:

frightnightforreal:

 

“No, hey, listen—” He stepped a little closer, everything apologetic and sweet. “I’m sorry. But you can’t expect me to just…believe that, can you? I mean, it’s like saying vampires exist or something.” He grinned, still playing the role of kind stranger. It was rare he found a human who could entertain him this long.

” I’ve seen a lot, I know a werewolf so.. I can believe that there is a vampire somewhere out there. That is like saying we are the only galaxy with life in it.” Belle pursed her lips ” ..Well people have their own story some just don’t like to look beyond the box. “  She shrugged making a funny but cute face.

“So what would you say if I told you I was a vampire?” He tilted his head. “Would you be scared?”

theyrejustnoodlesmichael:

frightnightforreal:

“How’s it goin’?” 

“Little quiet, but I’ll deal.”

powerinfear:

frightnightforreal:

Familiar? The guy…or not-guy didn’t smell familiar. Jerry would’ve remembered meeting him, even across the centuries. “What kinda question is that?”

“It means what it means, idiot.” The Boogeyman slunk his hands into his pockets and flashed a smile that lacked friendliness. “What are you?”

Jerry twitched a bit, glaring. “You’re so smart—figure it out.” Much more antagonizing, and it’d be incredibly easy to tell.

blood—and—burlesque:

frightnightforreal:

It took quite a bit to actually pierce his skin. It’d take even more to smash his bones. And he didn’t have the human capacity to get dizzy. He laughed as well. At least they were both having fun. Lightning quick, he grabbed the wrist of her gripping hand and twisted, tearing her hand free and narrowly missing sinking his fangs into her jugular. Her shoulder wasn’t nearly as satisfying, but he still got a taste of her.

Scarlett’s hand flew to the back of his head. Instead of pulling him away by the hair, she held him there for a moment and simply groaned, eyes rolling back into her skull before she regained her senses and recovered from the sudden jolt of arousal. “Good?” she rasped before she managed to wriggle her way out of his grip and get him by the throat, panting as she held him back against the wall by his neck. She loosened her grip for a split second just to tighten it again and slam him back against the bricks. She heard them crack, saw the dust, and simply grinned. She hadn’t had a fight like this in ages.

Everything slowed just for a moment. Long enough for him to swallow a mouthful of room-temperature blood and lave his tongue over the gash to coax out more. Vampire blood didn’t pump like a human’s, and it wasn’t warm, but it was still blood. And distracting enough that she was able to squirm free and smash him against the wall. Again. He grinned, her blood smeared over the wide expanse of fang and trickling from the corner of his mouth. The second blow barely lessened the glee. He was well into bloodlust now. He licked his lips slowly, just staring at her. Chuckling a little, he gripped her wrist again, claws scratching lightly. His other hand brushed her cheek almost tenderly.

“I’ve had better.”

Then he gripped her hair and twisted, hard enough to break a human’s neck and possibly hers as well. It wouldn’t kill her, even if it did.

love-fuels-our-dreams:

frightnightforreal:

 

“Wow.” She was obviously loony, but he cared about as much as a human would care that his steak had a mini-umbrella stuck in it. It was amusing, but it didn’t change the taste.

Belle frowned ” Of course…” She closed her eyes and looked away ” You don’t believe me.. I don’t care, its my own story and as long as my friends and a whole town believe me, I’m fine. I should actually be trying to get back home.” The girl looked him in the eyes,  her eyes said it all that she was telling the truth, but when he looked him in the eyes, she couldn’t really tell.. anything about him at all. 

“No, hey, listen—” He stepped a little closer, everything apologetic and sweet. “I’m sorry. But you can’t expect me to just…believe that, can you? I mean, it’s like saying vampires exist or something.” He grinned, still playing the role of kind stranger. It was rare he found a human who could entertain him this long.

powerinfear:

frightnightforreal:

 

Jerry stared for a moment before replying. “Jerry Dandridge.”

“Slightly familiar,” he added, letting his tongue flick over his lips in thought. “What are you, out of mild curiosity?” Bala inquired.

Familiar? The guy…or not-guy didn’t smell familiar. Jerry would’ve remembered meeting him, even across the centuries. “What kinda question is that?”

blood—and—burlesque:

frightnightforreal:

He expected her to be light and buzzing and quick. He did not expect a full-on charge. That was more his style. He made a mental note not to underestimate her again as she knocked him right back into the brick wall. If he’d had breath—and more fragile bones—he would’ve been out of commission right then. But the impact barely stunned him. Those nails and fangs were doing more actual damage. And she got more blood from him. Along with a snarl, layered and animalistic. His own short, strong claws curved out, returning the favor.

Scarlett felt the blood running down her face the second Jerry broke the skin. She was a quick healer as well, and so the wound closed shortly after, crimson the only indication that it had been there in the first place. She actually laughed out loud, the sound trailing off into a feral sort of hiss as she clawed right back, grabbing his hair and yanking his head to one side before she aimed it into the brick wall with a burst of force.

It took quite a bit to actually pierce his skin. It’d take even more to smash his bones. And he didn’t have the human capacity to get dizzy. He laughed as well. At least they were both having fun. Lightning quick, he grabbed the wrist of her gripping hand and twisted, tearing her hand free and narrowly missing sinking his fangs into her jugular. Her shoulder wasn’t nearly as satisfying, but he still got a taste of her.