a little blood lust

"does not everyone love a himbo? that's like a huge green flag."

“hm,  depends.”  juliette  hummed  before  squinting  her  hues  at  him,  “why?  trying  to  impress  me?”

&&&. florence stands by quietly, as much as she'd like to take the other woman's hand in comfort, she doesn't wish to spook her. "i'm sorry, i'm sorry you went through that. i can help you control it so nothing like that happens again. there are many vampires in the world, but not all of us are like them, and you don't have to be either. you can learn to control your hunger and to feed without killing, as i have."

juliette  almost  flinched,  but  remained  still.  allowing  the  stranger  to  hold  her  hand  as  her  own  emotions  peeked  through.  with  a  sniffle,  she  shook  her  head  and  used  her  free  hand  to  wipe  her  cheeks  dry.  “and  how  can  i  do  that?  they  only  taught  me  how  to  leave  a  blood  bath.  i  get  a  whiff  and  i  go  into  a  frenzy.  i  try  not  to,  but  it  happens.”

“so  what  i'm  hearing  is     .  .  .      that  you  think  i'm  charming.”

“i  think  you  need  to  get  your  ears  checked  because  i  clearly  said  the  opposite.”

SINNERS (2025) dir. Ryan Coogler

Hailee Steinfeld as Mary SINNERS (2025) dir. Ryan Coogler

"because  i  knew  you'd  tell  me  straight  up,  duh.”

“well,  you're  not  wrong  about  that.”  the  vamp  hummed  as  she  looked  over  at  the  other.  “you  can  be  quite  the  dumbass.”

aurelia knew the answer. but saying it aloud would make it real and make him sound that much sadder. why? because he had been the only one to pay attention to aurelia. "-i...i know. i'm just easily s-swayed by pretty words i guess. he said i had nice eyes and a good laugh."

“he  said  that?”  she  raised  a  brow  before  shaking  her  head,  “sounds  like  the  bare  minimum  to  me.  i've  lived  centuries  long  and  i've  heard  men  try  harder  for  less.”  she's  gone  through  so  many  lives  and  the  downfall  of  effort  has  been  incredibly  disappointing.  why  should  the  bare  minimum  be  praised  when  men  back  then  would  write  letters?  serenade  outside  a  window?  try.  "you  can  do  whatever  you  want,  but  just  know,  he  sounds  like  he  just  wants  to  get  in  your  pants  and  doing  very  little  work  to  grab  your  attention."

&&&. "i know you were...attacked. maithias, one of the men, i... used to know him. i was too far away when i heard..." cautious words stilted by heavy exhale. "maithias was the one who turned me into a vampire, a long time ago. i know they left you alone after, and you ran. i tried to get to you in time, i'm sorry."

“they  took  everything  from  me.”  juliette  choked  out  through  her  crippling  tough  exterior  as  she  looked  at  the  other  vampire.  “they  made  me  turn  into  a  monster  i….i  couldn't  control  it.  i  killed  my  father.”  the  image  of  his  life  fading  from  his  eyes  forever  imprinted  in  her  mind.  the  rage  filling  inside  her  immortal  body.  “i  killed  most  of  them  for  what  they  turned  me  into…you  mean  to  tell  me  there's  more  of  them?”

&&&. "i do, yes. i remember what it was like newly turned." pause, and the blonde sighs softly. "do you know much about what you've become?" head tilt, and the next exhale is sharper. "how rude of me... forgive my manners, i have travelled at great speed and with little rest when i heard of you...what's your name?"

“newly  turned.”  she  repeated  as  she  stood  defensively.  unsure  of  what  the  other  still  wanted.  and  honestly,  she  was  tired  of  going  in  circles.  “how  about  you  tell  me  what  you  know,  then  i'll  tell  you  my  name?”  couldn't  blame  a  girl  not  having  trust  after  what  she  has  endured.

their lips twisted in a face that could only be described as guilty thoughts. not ones of anything 'fun', but guilty like they knew the other was right and she was caught red-handed being a little dumb. "i just...-i know you're right. but it's hard for me not to want it, you know."

“you're  allowed  to  want  attention.  it's  fun  to  have.”  juliette  stated,  “however,  why  want  it  from  someone  who  could  mean  less?  far  less  than  a  grain  of  sand  might  i  add.  you  can  do  better.  a  lot  better.”