STILL LIFE.

“First order of business is to put it down. You can’t eat it, you have no idea where it’s been.” If anything, Vince’s words only forced the child’s screaming to amplify tenfold as it shrieked bloody murder for onlookers to no doubt begin poking their nosy little beaks around. “Thought those things came with collars. Or tags… Somethin’ useful.”

               “Oh —– oh wow, well it has been scientifically proven that the chicken came first; not the egg.”

“That guy’s been rolling his abs and winking at me for the last twenty minutes.” Caitlyn wasn’t exactly.. equipped to deal with that kind of confrontation and so she tried to ignore it. Cheeks might have reddened had her blood flowed freely, but nevertheless, she locked hues with the newcomer in a bid to force them into saving her. “I thought if I ignored it and didn’t look that he’d stop, but it’s… he’s really getting into it. — Save me, I’ll buy you lunch in return.”

                    “Cats literally sleep about sixteen hours a day, so really, they’re living the perfect life. You don’t have to do anything but cuddle your owners and eat the food that’s given to you and on a very lucky day, they’ll give you some popcorn or vanilla ice cream.”

( “Y’know - you’re quite right. It’s almost like a masterpiece, the finest art ever to be seen.” )

“Almost, you’re close.” As if there’d ever be a more frightening sight than an original vampire slaughtering the masses. “How long have you been at your craft, if I can ask?”

“How d’you feel about this proposition: we go out, get blitzed, and cause some minor destruction of public property? ‘Cause if I gotta spend one more day in this fuckin’ nightmare of a town, I’ll either eat everyone in sight or take up heroin… And I’m not sure which is more dangerous for the greater good.”

“I think I liked it a hell of a lot more when you didn’t talk to fucking much.” There was clearly a reason why Lyssa had never sired anyone save one, a lapse in her lacking compassion had gifted her best friend with the incessant little brother that was likely just as irritating as the man himself. “The running and screaming works better, why have one when you could have both.” As if that wasn’t the only answer reasonable for their kind, she might have pinned him with a glare had a forceful eye roll not ripped through her first at the unsavory name that slipped from his lips. “I should have let you die.”

MISC:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? — Lyssa clearly

Who takes the dog out for a walk? — They ate the dog

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? — Everyday with real human body parts

What are their goals for the relationship? — Bother Vince, kill Aurelia, succ Noah

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? — Ivan

Who plays the most pranks? — Both of them :^)

( “I have a love hate relationship with the snow. On one hand it’s impossible to conceal blood, but on the other - it’s looks quite beautiful. The deep red against the stark white snow… wouldn’t you agree?” ) Noah commented, glancing over his shoulder to whomever had stumbled across the bloody massacre.

“Are you crazy?” Ivan spoke in mock shock, eyebrows pulled together as he stepped toward the scene. “That’s the best thing about it.” He dropped the act, short-lived as it was, a smile now stretching over his lips.