Three Heads of Hell

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@constrictdr asked:

"Ask me, baby. Ask me for more. You know how to." / for owO lisette

Ask meme sent in from Ask Meme Tag ( I don't remember the meme )

The sharp feeling of the blade easing into her pale skin as her legs were spread on the table. her she could feel the cold bite on the back of her thighs as her breath shuttered from her breast. her hands curling against the medical table as her jaw was clenched between his much larger fingers that curled against her skin. compared to others, she didn't feel a noticeable temperature difference. it was odd...

feeling someone who was as cold as she. there was no jump of her pulse as it was lacking. though she could feel the thick sticky blood weep from the cut he had made. the sharp sizzle like sting of the air hitting her corrosive ichor ( though this was only to herself due to biological nature ). though this just caused it to seal itself shut as it burned her.

was it wrong this was twisting something inside of her? making a heat pool over her. ease down into her bones. a heated breath slipped from her pale blue lips as she could smell everything on him with how close he was. the disinfectant. the smell of his breath. the way it slipped over her features as she felt how he pressed into her. invading all her personal space as if that didn't matter.

flickering her eyes down from his eyes down his throat and the way his jaw met his neck. then further down. he was right he was right - she know how to ask him for more. she wanted more. she wanted him to take more.

she felt like he was toying with her.

was he toying with her?

her fingers relaxed, easing and tying themselves from the side of the metal. easing her leg a bit she used her heel to hook him before pulling him further into her. Causing the blade to shift and press deeper into the wound. a sharp gasp slipped from her as she made no movement to ease the pale blonde skin that had slipped in front of her features or stuck to the back of her neck.

" Fine. " she let her voice be calm, let it be enough. thus causing her damaged vocals to vibrate and be gruff, harsh in her low tone. " then we both know that you'll need a bigger sample then that. " a hand raised up. laying on the hand of his that held the sharp medical tool. " so take more. take a larger sample. "

Vlad the Impaler was also known as Vlad III Dracula. The name Dracula means “son of Dracul.” In the Romanian language today, dracul means “the devil”—drac is “devil,” ul is “the”—but it is derived from the Latin dracō, “dragon.” 

Which means it being passed down to Zero - Vlad's son - would make SO MUCH SENSE cause of how the culture dworks around it.