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They had a very toxic and “relationship” that was really one sided. Fiona was Vincent’s first and only true “romantic” relationship he’s ever had. It started off as an innocent crush when he was a young teen but once he met her again as an adult and she actually started showing interest in him he was hooked. At the start she played the sweet innocent girl that made him fall harder & it wasn’t until they entered a relationship that she began to show her true self to him. So here’s a list of things that went on in their relationship.

“Oh, so you’re a vampire?” 

Well, that didn’t mean he couldn’t kill her. It just wouldn’t be anywhere near a satisfying meal. The question, now, was would it be worth the effort? His grip on her arm was tight, he could easily break a bone or two if he wanted, but he was still weighing his options. There was a careful, but almost gleeful, lilt in his voice when he spoke once again. 

“I’m not another vampire, so I guess that means I might.”

      The vice grip on her arm makes her hiss in pain, her bodyalthough a vampire through and through, didn’t heal as properly as it should’vedue to her animal diet. Victoria finds it hard to be near this person’spresence she needed to get away fast. With her free hand she goes to pry theothers fingers off her arm, though she knows that whatever this guy is she won’tbe getting away unscathed.

@kaerux || ara’s asking to get b-i-t-t-e-n

         Yeah—that’s what I thought, was probably the most ironic thing he could’ve said to himself before Arata raises his weapon, cold steel inches away from Vincent’s face. Scarlets blink once, twice, confusion setting in rather than anything akin to fear. Didn’t have much time to process that Arata pulled the hammer back and even more so retort with some kind of insult before the gun goes off with a bang. Some would say he got what was coming to him, things wouldn’t’ve escalated like this if he only kept his mouth shut—and to those people Vincent would kindly tell them to ‘fuck off’.

         It’s a sharp pain that he almost doesn’t notice at first—it’s not often someone tries to kill him funnily enough. It’s only when he begins to feel blood flow down his face, body—there’s so much that he loses his motor functions first. Vincent falls to the ground with a thud all the while his body shuts down, vision going blurred until all he sees is red….and then nothing but darkness.

       “Who’s being stubborn.” His own mirroring irritation – quick to rise and veil over the wariness that spikes at the other’s presence. There’s just something a little unnerving about all of these surrounding supernaturals. How he had navigated his way into the crowd, he’s still not entirely sure. An audible ‘tsk,’ and he looks away – huffs through his own nose, and scowls.

        “I can think about it if I want to. Why are you in such a rush? It’s not as if you’ll be dying tomorrow, idiot.” Hardly a lick of Japanese to this man – just forward, blase, pushy and far too open for Arata’s tastes. He grimaces at the thought of his teeth anywhere near him. Not with that mouth. Not by this guy. Not ever.

       “What’s that even supposed to mean? I’ll give you the same answer regardless. Pick something else. You’re not feeding off of me. Do you even know how stupid that sounds?”

           A smug grin works on Vincent’s lips while  Arata displays his...’tsundere’ attitude as the vampire likes to call it. This guy truly was like a tiny chihuahua barking away insults to a being who could easily kill him—not that Vincent felt the need to harm Arata in anyway...at least not yet. Arata in a way was his source of entertainment. Couldn’t let all the fun end so quickly.

          A dramatic sigh of defeat escapes from Vincent, “Alright, alright I can see you’ve made up your mind. I won’t ask again. But...”  With the words trailing off, Vincent’s haughty, playful demeanor shifts into something cold—menacing before he moves in swiftly, lifting a hand to grab Arata’s face. He applies just enough strength to keep him still, and a tad less force as to not leave a bruise. Firmly, Vincent tilts the other’s head up so that their gaze can meet, crimson to ocean blue.

           “...I could always take what I want by force. It would be so easy to make you do anything I wanted and there isn’t a single thing you could do about it.” He lies, there are a few caveats to his compulsion that he isn’t willing to share with anyone who doesn’t already know. “You shouldn’t forget what I am and what I can do just because I allow you to tease me.”

“I could ask you the same thing,” he replied, hood flipped over to obscure his face, blue eyes narrowed in suspicion. He had pulled her into the alleyway, thinking she was like any other human woman he could kill for food. Just two a week, that was all he needed. 

But there was something different with this one. 

“Supernatural?”

         Victoria didn’t venture into town very often at night—or really at all if it couldn’t be helped but getting snatched up by some thing was just her luck. Dark brows knit together as the scent of blood washes over her senses yet again. She could feel herself getting dizzy with nausea...no perhaps it was her dormant lust for blood? She was not going to relapse because some monster wanted to cause havoc in town.

“Aren’t we all?” he replied, shaking his head. “Either way, it doesn’t matter - it’s a flock of food, nothing else.” His tone was curt, serious and fitting of his stoic expression. He had no patience for the other’s dramatics and no intention to react to them.

He looked the other up and down, making a ‘tsk’ sound with his tongue. “I suppose it depends, but if you’re asking for sex, I’m not into men,” Which would hopefully halt any flirting. 

         He heard the click of Enoch’s tongue yet this did nothing to deter the young vamp away from pestering him some more. So the good father was actually just a scammer just like he was. Seemed they had a bit more in common than he originally thought. “Damn the sex could’ve been fun, but I honestly wasn’t talking about that for once.” His grin grows wider. “I actually meant we could go grab something—someone to eat, together. Do you wanna know how I look for my next meal?”

It was always refreshing to mingle with other supernatural - until he inevitably got a reaction like this, of course. 

“I’m off hours, come off it, will you?” Enoch replied with a scoff. It was behavior not suiting of a clergyman, but the priesthood was just a front, after all. He didn’t really care outside of the facade - he was a pagan through and through, not Christian in the slightest. 

         “Oh?” That had been an interesting fact. A dark brow raises as a shit eating grin works on Vincent’s face. “Are you perhaps a sinner yourself off hours, Father?” Vincent makes a show to dramatically sigh loudly and shake his head in mock disappointment. “Oh dear what would your congregation think if they found out the one preaching to them was really like off the clock?”

“Well, lookie ‘ere~” 

A heavy arm settles on the other’s shoulders, as Raimundo steps up close to the shorter vampire. “We meet again, sugar cube. Didya miss me~?” A rhetoric question really, one that Rai didn’t care to get an answer to, not that much at least. 

“Ya lookin’ exceptionally delicious today, darlin’. More ‘an ya did last time,” he purrs, his free hand moving over in an attempt to hold Vincent’s jaw between his index finger and thumb securely, as he’d lean over to run his long tongue over a soft cheek, slowly. 

No need to worry, he’s eaten already, so he’s just being a dick, since he’s bored.

one (1) torment for vincent, together with @magiclegacies​

“—!!”

Of all the people he could’ve encountered it was the monster who ate other monsters?! The moment he feels the weight of the other on his shoulder and soon a warm tongue lapping over his cheek, Vincent feels a wave of anxiety wash over him, as well as a cold shiver run down his spine.

“C-Can you not do that?!” Vincent goes to shove the other off of him and wipe his face clean from cannibal saliva. “I promise that I didn’t miss you even for a second!” If his voiced cracked he wouldn’t acknowledge it. This was a valid reason to be unsettled.

         Vincent narrows crimson eyes at the other and lets out a small annoyed huff. “Are you done being stubborn? Are you gonna let me feed off ya in exchange for using my powers for—uh whatever it was you wanted?” The reason completely slipped Vincent’s mind not that he truly cared anyhow. It was just an even exchange, using his powers on someone, and them helping to replenish those powers by letting him feed off them.