he's a vampire, man.

and if you are up for rping with a jonathan crane/scarecrow blog you should follow me on there and stuff bc ily k bye

"     That’s fiction, okay. This is real. He’s a real monster and he’s not brooding, or lovesick, or noble. He’s the fucking shark from Jaws. He kills, he feeds, and he doesn’t stop until everybody around him is dead. And I seriously am so angry you think I read Twilight.     “

          Now was her chance to run, and she did. She ran fast; as fast as she could, even if it really wasn’t all that fast. She was still weak, and in the back of her mind she knew that that only made him angrier.

                  The poor thing…

    He still grinned, "It's actually some pretty cool shit." There was another one of those low growls as he realized that he had a pretty good chance at cornering her—and getting what he wanted.

                      must be paid in { Ｆ Ｕ Ｌ Ｌ}

    "There's nothing I have against you, either. But I'm not afraid to rip your throat out right now. You're stalling." And he took a step back, taking a good look at her—there was no remorse or regret in his eyes. They were black and empty, and he wasn't lying. Then he dared take a step forward, swinging the door open to head towards the stairs.