Screech

Mine

....I don't mind

@screecher-call

@rambunctiouslyram

@sergeantstefansson

The next one would beeee

A picture of Kegan from COD 🤷‍♀️

“Zay zafe Ice”

(This is screech being emotional, she’s not flirting)

@screecher-call

[Icepick sighs and half-heartedly shoves her hand away from his chest.]

“Do not do zomethink zupid,ja?”

The panicked breaths of many can be heard when The Hunt begins. The rapid sound of feet hitting wet earth and hearts and lungs straining for steps, for distance.

The Hunt was a special time for those fortunate to be the hunters. It allowed them to possibly catch free prey, skipping the hefty task of finding on yourself.

The prey, hand picked, were unfortunate. Death seemed to be more a mercy than the fate that they'd faced if caught. A living blood bag, possibly more.

-

He was a Dhampir, one who…. For as long as he could remember had lived on the streets amongst normal humans. He actually thought he was a normal human for a while, at least until recently when his abilities had awoken…. Not by much, no. The human blood still overpowered anything he might’ve been able to do, had he known for longer- or had he inherited more from his vampiric side….

But it was enough time to train, to try to learn how to use SOME abilities…. But with them came a big growth spurt- part of the reason he was selected for the hunt. What vampire could resist a human so big? One who could provide quite an amount of food if caught? Or something else….

He tried his best to muffle his breathing as he ran- deeper and deeper into the woods, ducking behind bushes from time to time as he was alerted by the voice of hunters carrying through the wind-

Trying desperately to blend into the shadows only to give up halfway, too much energy spent trying to force connection.

He ran and ran and ran-

She could smell the spiced blood that barely wiped in the air. This why she preferred to hunt on the ground- higher chances of running into small scrapes of scratches and different smells.

 She hadn’t done a hunt in a few years, her old blood bag secretly starving themself to death. Causing her to attend the hunting event. Yet her skills were still just as sharp, if not more.  She followed the spiced smell until she found a small dry droplet of blood on a jagged tree.  Sharp claws dug into the trunk of the the, ripping it out and bringing it to her lips. licking the dried blood with a hum of excitement.

Her pupils blew wide,

“Found youuuu~🎶🎶”

She softly sing to herself in a low voice. She hadn’t found him just yet but now she was in his mind.

“I was told told there was someone special.”

The voice sweetly echoed. A giggle could be heard before two eyes appeared ahead of his. One a beautiful powder blue and the other a rich gold.

“Boo”

She hummed, giving him a smile, her long fangs glinting in the moons light.

She stood there, a rather smaller woman, especially compared to him. Her skin sickly pale and light freckles decorated her cheeks. She wore a dark grey dress with dark pink lancing.

A thick dark pink ribbon was wrapped around her neck, hiding the cross branded into the skin. It kept her in this silly human form.

Her long wavy brown hair pulled back with the same tpye of ribbon.

“They did tell me they added younger prey. “ she walked a little closer to him.

“The last hunt I did, they only had the older folks.”

She pouted

“I don’t appreciate this welcoming… Artemis”

The voice was sweet but brought pain. Like fingers digging into the grey matter of his brain.

“I was try to be nice. And you ran away, that not every gentlemanly” it snarled

The howl of wolves picked up before going completely silent.

The forest seeming to go stil.

“Turn round….She’s better then the rest I’ve heard”

A male voice spoke in his mind, the voice feeling familiar yet he didn’t know how. Yet a shot of cold went through his leg, causing the muscles to tighten and freeze up, having him hit the earthy floor.

Images of mauled bodies flashed in his mind. Of a vampire for torchuring a young woman in a tree. Another ripping out a throat. Of limbs and chains.

“Stayyyy”

“Is so pretty.”

She smiled and hummed. Her smile was oddly kind and sweet. Like she wasn’t hunting him like a pheasant.

“I’ll be so so so good to you Vogel (Birdie)”

She smiled widely, fangs sharp and on display. She carefully unwrapped the ribbon from around her hair and tied it around his neck. It wasn’t tight, just a marking that he was hers.

Cold hands cupped his cheeks as another paralyzing shiver went through his limbs. Her thumbs rubbed the bales of his cheeks in a soothing manner.

“Shhhh you’ll be safe mei Vogel (my bird)”

‘Listennnnnnn’

“Ooooh iz ze birdie hungry?”

A thick German accent appear from seemingly no where.

Cold fingers gripped his head and pulled it back painfully. She lifted her bitten thumb and squeezed. Allowing red,sweet blood, to drip into his mouth.

“Chu could have asked Darlinggg.” She hummed, squeezing harder to have more blood coat his mouth.

She tsked like a mother would. “Don’t vorry darlinggg~ you won’t turn or change…I have made zure of zat.”

She hummed. She had made sure to not activate his vampire side. Just enough blood to ‘wet his whistle’ or really, to just gross him out.

“Just sleeep~”her sing song voice filled his years. His body softly being lifted with the flick of her rest. It was like he was floating on the cloud.

“Shhh bird you’re okay” she hummed, smiling brightly but in false comfort, her fangs showing.

“Relax… breath” the voice whispered in his head.

“I suppose so” she turned to face him “yet many, MANY, cages are worse. Do you understand bird”

“So silly you are birdie” her voice hummed in his head sweetly.

“Of courses” she hummed, leaving the room.

The voice echoed in his mind as the ribbon was tied. It sounds like yo… human. Emotions lacing the masculine tone

A breeze blew the curtains at the window. It was open, and the field sat outside. A graveyard father out.

“Why are you in pain?” A voice asked through the door. She was standing there, waiting to be allowed back in. “I have not fed and no one else should have either” her voice hissed. “What happened” it was demand more than a question to know.

She tsked, her voice taking on a more human tinge, the blue of her eyes illuminated.

“I have not hunted in years.” she hissed in his ear. Yet a laugh left her lips after, she found him humorous.

“My last human lasted many many years.” she hummed moving away, though quickly fixing the ribbon on his neck. Puffing out the bow to make it cute, a shit-eating grin on her face.

“Ah right! Let's figure this all out now!” she chirped, a cold ghost hand touching his neck as she walked by. The door opening before her as she beckoned him to follow. A small hallway led to a kitchen. Had she not been a vampire, one would think she a witch. Dark wood, a large fireplace and plants from the ceiling.

She busied herself making tea, the statue moving around behind her, organizing and putting away bottles.

“This is Gabriel. “ looking over her shoulder at the statue before moving to its “We have many friends here, pay them no mind” she hummed, looking at the statue as if it were a person. “They only request for you to stay out of their garden ….. and don’t touch their toys” she added. She poured Artemis tea.

“Ja. Many of our friends are children. We are waiting for a cure for certain illnesses before they turn flesh again.” She hummed, shrugging.

She seemed to flutter around a lot, the statue swaying,tipping and stepping out of her way. She plucked certain leaves from a plant, crunching the in her fingers and smelling.

“You are free to roam my land.” The words dropped like stones. The unexpected.

“When you reach the forest line, you will stopand not try to venture in.” the statue turn to him, stone face ‘looking’ at his.

“ Try to escape through it-“ her eyes turned to him “and I will lock you in your room to rot and be a blood bag only.” her voice dripped with the threat.

She looks at him, dual eyes locked on his. “Cause I will know the minute you step food on that dirt”

“I will know”

“You will not ever be lonely here Artemis.” She said looking at him. “You will see many people come and go for medicines. You are welcome to talk to them, just do not drag them into this. “ she gestures to the ribbon on his neck.

Her voice darkens

The panicked breaths of many can be heard when The Hunt begins. The rapid sound of feet hitting wet earth and hearts and lungs straining for steps, for distance.

The Hunt was a special time for those fortunate to be the hunters. It allowed them to possibly catch free prey, skipping the hefty task of finding on yourself.

The prey, hand picked, were unfortunate. Death seemed to be more a mercy than the fate that they'd faced if caught. A living blood bag, possibly more.

-

He was a Dhampir, one who…. For as long as he could remember had lived on the streets amongst normal humans. He actually thought he was a normal human for a while, at least until recently when his abilities had awoken…. Not by much, no. The human blood still overpowered anything he might’ve been able to do, had he known for longer- or had he inherited more from his vampiric side….

But it was enough time to train, to try to learn how to use SOME abilities…. But with them came a big growth spurt- part of the reason he was selected for the hunt. What vampire could resist a human so big? One who could provide quite an amount of food if caught? Or something else….

He tried his best to muffle his breathing as he ran- deeper and deeper into the woods, ducking behind bushes from time to time as he was alerted by the voice of hunters carrying through the wind-

Trying desperately to blend into the shadows only to give up halfway, too much energy spent trying to force connection.

He ran and ran and ran-

She could smell the spiced blood that barely wiped in the air. This why she preferred to hunt on the ground- higher chances of running into small scrapes of scratches and different smells.

 She hadn’t done a hunt in a few years, her old blood bag secretly starving themself to death. Causing her to attend the hunting event. Yet her skills were still just as sharp, if not more.  She followed the spiced smell until she found a small dry droplet of blood on a jagged tree.  Sharp claws dug into the trunk of the the, ripping it out and bringing it to her lips. licking the dried blood with a hum of excitement.

Her pupils blew wide,

“Found youuuu~🎶🎶”

She softly sing to herself in a low voice. She hadn’t found him just yet but now she was in his mind.

“I was told told there was someone special.”

The voice sweetly echoed. A giggle could be heard before two eyes appeared ahead of his. One a beautiful powder blue and the other a rich gold.

“Boo”

She hummed, giving him a smile, her long fangs glinting in the moons light.

She stood there, a rather smaller woman, especially compared to him. Her skin sickly pale and light freckles decorated her cheeks. She wore a dark grey dress with dark pink lancing.

A thick dark pink ribbon was wrapped around her neck, hiding the cross branded into the skin. It kept her in this silly human form.

Her long wavy brown hair pulled back with the same tpye of ribbon.

“They did tell me they added younger prey. “ she walked a little closer to him.

“The last hunt I did, they only had the older folks.”

She pouted

“I don’t appreciate this welcoming… Artemis”

The voice was sweet but brought pain. Like fingers digging into the grey matter of his brain.

“I was try to be nice. And you ran away, that not every gentlemanly” it snarled

The howl of wolves picked up before going completely silent.

The forest seeming to go stil.

“Turn round….She’s better then the rest I’ve heard”

A male voice spoke in his mind, the voice feeling familiar yet he didn’t know how. Yet a shot of cold went through his leg, causing the muscles to tighten and freeze up, having him hit the earthy floor.

Images of mauled bodies flashed in his mind. Of a vampire for torchuring a young woman in a tree. Another ripping out a throat. Of limbs and chains.

“Stayyyy”

“Is so pretty.”

She smiled and hummed. Her smile was oddly kind and sweet. Like she wasn’t hunting him like a pheasant.

“I’ll be so so so good to you Vogel (Birdie)”

She smiled widely, fangs sharp and on display. She carefully unwrapped the ribbon from around her hair and tied it around his neck. It wasn’t tight, just a marking that he was hers.

Cold hands cupped his cheeks as another paralyzing shiver went through his limbs. Her thumbs rubbed the bales of his cheeks in a soothing manner.

“Shhhh you’ll be safe mei Vogel (my bird)”

‘Listennnnnnn’

“Ooooh iz ze birdie hungry?”

A thick German accent appear from seemingly no where.

Cold fingers gripped his head and pulled it back painfully. She lifted her bitten thumb and squeezed. Allowing red,sweet blood, to drip into his mouth.

“Chu could have asked Darlinggg.” She hummed, squeezing harder to have more blood coat his mouth.

She tsked like a mother would. “Don’t vorry darlinggg~ you won’t turn or change…I have made zure of zat.”

She hummed. She had made sure to not activate his vampire side. Just enough blood to ‘wet his whistle’ or really, to just gross him out.

“Just sleeep~”her sing song voice filled his years. His body softly being lifted with the flick of her rest. It was like he was floating on the cloud.

“Shhh bird you’re okay” she hummed, smiling brightly but in false comfort, her fangs showing.

“Relax… breath” the voice whispered in his head.

“I suppose so” she turned to face him “yet many, MANY, cages are worse. Do you understand bird”

“So silly you are birdie” her voice hummed in his head sweetly.

“Of courses” she hummed, leaving the room.

The voice echoed in his mind as the ribbon was tied. It sounds like yo… human. Emotions lacing the masculine tone

A breeze blew the curtains at the window. It was open, and the field sat outside. A graveyard father out.

“Why are you in pain?” A voice asked through the door. She was standing there, waiting to be allowed back in. “I have not fed and no one else should have either” her voice hissed. “What happened” it was demand more than a question to know.

She tsked, her voice taking on a more human tinge, the blue of her eyes illuminated.

“I have not hunted in years.” she hissed in his ear. Yet a laugh left her lips after, she found him humorous.

“My last human lasted many many years.” she hummed moving away, though quickly fixing the ribbon on his neck. Puffing out the bow to make it cute, a shit-eating grin on her face.

“Ah right! Let's figure this all out now!” she chirped, a cold ghost hand touching his neck as she walked by. The door opening before her as she beckoned him to follow. A small hallway led to a kitchen. Had she not been a vampire, one would think she a witch. Dark wood, a large fireplace and plants from the ceiling.

She busied herself making tea, the statue moving around behind her, organizing and putting away bottles.

“This is Gabriel. “ looking over her shoulder at the statue before moving to its “We have many friends here, pay them no mind” she hummed, looking at the statue as if it were a person. “They only request for you to stay out of their garden ….. and don’t touch their toys” she added. She poured Artemis tea.

“Ja. Many of our friends are children. We are waiting for a cure for certain illnesses before they turn flesh again.” She hummed, shrugging.

She seemed to flutter around a lot, the statue swaying,tipping and stepping out of her way. She plucked certain leaves from a plant, crunching the in her fingers and smelling.

“You are free to roam my land.” The words dropped like stones. The unexpected.

“When you reach the forest line, you will stopand not try to venture in.” the statue turn to him, stone face ‘looking’ at his.

“ Try to escape through it-“ her eyes turned to him “and I will lock you in your room to rot and be a blood bag only.” her voice dripped with the threat.

She looks at him, dual eyes locked on his. “Cause I will know the minute you step food on that dirt”

“I will know”

“You will not ever be lonely here Artemis.” She said looking at him. “You will see many people come and go for medicines. You are welcome to talk to them, just do not drag them into this. “ she gestures to the ribbon on his neck.

Her voice darkens

The panicked breaths of many can be heard when The Hunt begins. The rapid sound of feet hitting wet earth and hearts and lungs straining for steps, for distance.

The Hunt was a special time for those fortunate to be the hunters. It allowed them to possibly catch free prey, skipping the hefty task of finding on yourself.

The prey, hand picked, were unfortunate. Death seemed to be more a mercy than the fate that they'd faced if caught. A living blood bag, possibly more.

-

He was a Dhampir, one who…. For as long as he could remember had lived on the streets amongst normal humans. He actually thought he was a normal human for a while, at least until recently when his abilities had awoken…. Not by much, no. The human blood still overpowered anything he might’ve been able to do, had he known for longer- or had he inherited more from his vampiric side….

But it was enough time to train, to try to learn how to use SOME abilities…. But with them came a big growth spurt- part of the reason he was selected for the hunt. What vampire could resist a human so big? One who could provide quite an amount of food if caught? Or something else….

He tried his best to muffle his breathing as he ran- deeper and deeper into the woods, ducking behind bushes from time to time as he was alerted by the voice of hunters carrying through the wind-

Trying desperately to blend into the shadows only to give up halfway, too much energy spent trying to force connection.

He ran and ran and ran-

She could smell the spiced blood that barely wiped in the air. This why she preferred to hunt on the ground- higher chances of running into small scrapes of scratches and different smells.

 She hadn’t done a hunt in a few years, her old blood bag secretly starving themself to death. Causing her to attend the hunting event. Yet her skills were still just as sharp, if not more.  She followed the spiced smell until she found a small dry droplet of blood on a jagged tree.  Sharp claws dug into the trunk of the the, ripping it out and bringing it to her lips. licking the dried blood with a hum of excitement.

Her pupils blew wide,

“Found youuuu~🎶🎶”

She softly sing to herself in a low voice. She hadn’t found him just yet but now she was in his mind.

“I was told told there was someone special.”

The voice sweetly echoed. A giggle could be heard before two eyes appeared ahead of his. One a beautiful powder blue and the other a rich gold.

“Boo”

She hummed, giving him a smile, her long fangs glinting in the moons light.

She stood there, a rather smaller woman, especially compared to him. Her skin sickly pale and light freckles decorated her cheeks. She wore a dark grey dress with dark pink lancing.

A thick dark pink ribbon was wrapped around her neck, hiding the cross branded into the skin. It kept her in this silly human form.

Her long wavy brown hair pulled back with the same tpye of ribbon.

“They did tell me they added younger prey. “ she walked a little closer to him.

“The last hunt I did, they only had the older folks.”

She pouted

“I don’t appreciate this welcoming… Artemis”

The voice was sweet but brought pain. Like fingers digging into the grey matter of his brain.

“I was try to be nice. And you ran away, that not every gentlemanly” it snarled

The howl of wolves picked up before going completely silent.

The forest seeming to go stil.

“Turn round….She’s better then the rest I’ve heard”

A male voice spoke in his mind, the voice feeling familiar yet he didn’t know how. Yet a shot of cold went through his leg, causing the muscles to tighten and freeze up, having him hit the earthy floor.

Images of mauled bodies flashed in his mind. Of a vampire for torchuring a young woman in a tree. Another ripping out a throat. Of limbs and chains.

“Stayyyy”

“Is so pretty.”

She smiled and hummed. Her smile was oddly kind and sweet. Like she wasn’t hunting him like a pheasant.

“I’ll be so so so good to you Vogel (Birdie)”

She smiled widely, fangs sharp and on display. She carefully unwrapped the ribbon from around her hair and tied it around his neck. It wasn’t tight, just a marking that he was hers.

Cold hands cupped his cheeks as another paralyzing shiver went through his limbs. Her thumbs rubbed the bales of his cheeks in a soothing manner.

“Shhhh you’ll be safe mei Vogel (my bird)”

‘Listennnnnnn’

“Ooooh iz ze birdie hungry?”

A thick German accent appear from seemingly no where.

Cold fingers gripped his head and pulled it back painfully. She lifted her bitten thumb and squeezed. Allowing red,sweet blood, to drip into his mouth.

“Chu could have asked Darlinggg.” She hummed, squeezing harder to have more blood coat his mouth.

She tsked like a mother would. “Don’t vorry darlinggg~ you won’t turn or change…I have made zure of zat.”

She hummed. She had made sure to not activate his vampire side. Just enough blood to ‘wet his whistle’ or really, to just gross him out.

“Just sleeep~”her sing song voice filled his years. His body softly being lifted with the flick of her rest. It was like he was floating on the cloud.

“Shhh bird you’re okay” she hummed, smiling brightly but in false comfort, her fangs showing.

“Relax… breath” the voice whispered in his head.

“I suppose so” she turned to face him “yet many, MANY, cages are worse. Do you understand bird”

“So silly you are birdie” her voice hummed in his head sweetly.

“Of courses” she hummed, leaving the room.

The voice echoed in his mind as the ribbon was tied. It sounds like yo… human. Emotions lacing the masculine tone

A breeze blew the curtains at the window. It was open, and the field sat outside. A graveyard father out.

“Why are you in pain?” A voice asked through the door. She was standing there, waiting to be allowed back in. “I have not fed and no one else should have either” her voice hissed. “What happened” it was demand more than a question to know.

She tsked, her voice taking on a more human tinge, the blue of her eyes illuminated.

“I have not hunted in years.” she hissed in his ear. Yet a laugh left her lips after, she found him humorous.

“My last human lasted many many years.” she hummed moving away, though quickly fixing the ribbon on his neck. Puffing out the bow to make it cute, a shit-eating grin on her face.

“Ah right! Let's figure this all out now!” she chirped, a cold ghost hand touching his neck as she walked by. The door opening before her as she beckoned him to follow. A small hallway led to a kitchen. Had she not been a vampire, one would think she a witch. Dark wood, a large fireplace and plants from the ceiling.

She busied herself making tea, the statue moving around behind her, organizing and putting away bottles.

“This is Gabriel. “ looking over her shoulder at the statue before moving to its “We have many friends here, pay them no mind” she hummed, looking at the statue as if it were a person. “They only request for you to stay out of their garden ….. and don’t touch their toys” she added. She poured Artemis tea.

“Ja. Many of our friends are children. We are waiting for a cure for certain illnesses before they turn flesh again.” She hummed, shrugging.

She seemed to flutter around a lot, the statue swaying,tipping and stepping out of her way. She plucked certain leaves from a plant, crunching the in her fingers and smelling.

“You are free to roam my land.” The words dropped like stones. The unexpected.

“When you reach the forest line, you will stopand not try to venture in.” the statue turn to him, stone face ‘looking’ at his.

“ Try to escape through it-“ her eyes turned to him “and I will lock you in your room to rot and be a blood bag only.” her voice dripped with the threat.

She looks at him, dual eyes locked on his. “Cause I will know the minute you step food on that dirt”

“I will know”

“You will not ever be lonely here Artemis.” She said looking at him. “You will see many people come and go for medicines. You are welcome to talk to them, just do not drag them into this. “ she gestures to the ribbon on his neck.

Her voice darkens

The panicked breaths of many can be heard when The Hunt begins. The rapid sound of feet hitting wet earth and hearts and lungs straining for steps, for distance.

The Hunt was a special time for those fortunate to be the hunters. It allowed them to possibly catch free prey, skipping the hefty task of finding on yourself.

The prey, hand picked, were unfortunate. Death seemed to be more a mercy than the fate that they'd faced if caught. A living blood bag, possibly more.

-

He was a Dhampir, one who…. For as long as he could remember had lived on the streets amongst normal humans. He actually thought he was a normal human for a while, at least until recently when his abilities had awoken…. Not by much, no. The human blood still overpowered anything he might’ve been able to do, had he known for longer- or had he inherited more from his vampiric side….

But it was enough time to train, to try to learn how to use SOME abilities…. But with them came a big growth spurt- part of the reason he was selected for the hunt. What vampire could resist a human so big? One who could provide quite an amount of food if caught? Or something else….

He tried his best to muffle his breathing as he ran- deeper and deeper into the woods, ducking behind bushes from time to time as he was alerted by the voice of hunters carrying through the wind-

Trying desperately to blend into the shadows only to give up halfway, too much energy spent trying to force connection.

He ran and ran and ran-

She could smell the spiced blood that barely wiped in the air. This why she preferred to hunt on the ground- higher chances of running into small scrapes of scratches and different smells.

 She hadn’t done a hunt in a few years, her old blood bag secretly starving themself to death. Causing her to attend the hunting event. Yet her skills were still just as sharp, if not more.  She followed the spiced smell until she found a small dry droplet of blood on a jagged tree.  Sharp claws dug into the trunk of the the, ripping it out and bringing it to her lips. licking the dried blood with a hum of excitement.

Her pupils blew wide,

“Found youuuu~🎶🎶”

She softly sing to herself in a low voice. She hadn’t found him just yet but now she was in his mind.

“I was told told there was someone special.”

The voice sweetly echoed. A giggle could be heard before two eyes appeared ahead of his. One a beautiful powder blue and the other a rich gold.

“Boo”

She hummed, giving him a smile, her long fangs glinting in the moons light.

She stood there, a rather smaller woman, especially compared to him. Her skin sickly pale and light freckles decorated her cheeks. She wore a dark grey dress with dark pink lancing.

A thick dark pink ribbon was wrapped around her neck, hiding the cross branded into the skin. It kept her in this silly human form.

Her long wavy brown hair pulled back with the same tpye of ribbon.

“They did tell me they added younger prey. “ she walked a little closer to him.

“The last hunt I did, they only had the older folks.”

She pouted

“I don’t appreciate this welcoming… Artemis”

The voice was sweet but brought pain. Like fingers digging into the grey matter of his brain.

“I was try to be nice. And you ran away, that not every gentlemanly” it snarled

The howl of wolves picked up before going completely silent.

The forest seeming to go stil.

“Turn round….She’s better then the rest I’ve heard”

A male voice spoke in his mind, the voice feeling familiar yet he didn’t know how. Yet a shot of cold went through his leg, causing the muscles to tighten and freeze up, having him hit the earthy floor.

Images of mauled bodies flashed in his mind. Of a vampire for torchuring a young woman in a tree. Another ripping out a throat. Of limbs and chains.

“Stayyyy”

“Is so pretty.”

She smiled and hummed. Her smile was oddly kind and sweet. Like she wasn’t hunting him like a pheasant.

“I’ll be so so so good to you Vogel (Birdie)”

She smiled widely, fangs sharp and on display. She carefully unwrapped the ribbon from around her hair and tied it around his neck. It wasn’t tight, just a marking that he was hers.

Cold hands cupped his cheeks as another paralyzing shiver went through his limbs. Her thumbs rubbed the bales of his cheeks in a soothing manner.

“Shhhh you’ll be safe mei Vogel (my bird)”

‘Listennnnnnn’

“Ooooh iz ze birdie hungry?”

A thick German accent appear from seemingly no where.

Cold fingers gripped his head and pulled it back painfully. She lifted her bitten thumb and squeezed. Allowing red,sweet blood, to drip into his mouth.

“Chu could have asked Darlinggg.” She hummed, squeezing harder to have more blood coat his mouth.

She tsked like a mother would. “Don’t vorry darlinggg~ you won’t turn or change…I have made zure of zat.”

She hummed. She had made sure to not activate his vampire side. Just enough blood to ‘wet his whistle’ or really, to just gross him out.

“Just sleeep~”her sing song voice filled his years. His body softly being lifted with the flick of her rest. It was like he was floating on the cloud.

“Shhh bird you’re okay” she hummed, smiling brightly but in false comfort, her fangs showing.

“Relax… breath” the voice whispered in his head.

“I suppose so” she turned to face him “yet many, MANY, cages are worse. Do you understand bird”

“So silly you are birdie” her voice hummed in his head sweetly.

“Of courses” she hummed, leaving the room.

The voice echoed in his mind as the ribbon was tied. It sounds like yo… human. Emotions lacing the masculine tone

A breeze blew the curtains at the window. It was open, and the field sat outside. A graveyard father out.

“Why are you in pain?” A voice asked through the door. She was standing there, waiting to be allowed back in. “I have not fed and no one else should have either” her voice hissed. “What happened” it was demand more than a question to know.

She tsked, her voice taking on a more human tinge, the blue of her eyes illuminated.

“I have not hunted in years.” she hissed in his ear. Yet a laugh left her lips after, she found him humorous.

“My last human lasted many many years.” she hummed moving away, though quickly fixing the ribbon on his neck. Puffing out the bow to make it cute, a shit-eating grin on her face.

“Ah right! Let's figure this all out now!” she chirped, a cold ghost hand touching his neck as she walked by. The door opening before her as she beckoned him to follow. A small hallway led to a kitchen. Had she not been a vampire, one would think she a witch. Dark wood, a large fireplace and plants from the ceiling.

She busied herself making tea, the statue moving around behind her, organizing and putting away bottles.

“This is Gabriel. “ looking over her shoulder at the statue before moving to its “We have many friends here, pay them no mind” she hummed, looking at the statue as if it were a person. “They only request for you to stay out of their garden ….. and don’t touch their toys” she added. She poured Artemis tea.

“Ja. Many of our friends are children. We are waiting for a cure for certain illnesses before they turn flesh again.” She hummed, shrugging.

She seemed to flutter around a lot, the statue swaying,tipping and stepping out of her way. She plucked certain leaves from a plant, crunching the in her fingers and smelling.

“You are free to roam my land.” The words dropped like stones. The unexpected.

“When you reach the forest line, you will stopand not try to venture in.” the statue turn to him, stone face ‘looking’ at his.

“ Try to escape through it-“ her eyes turned to him “and I will lock you in your room to rot and be a blood bag only.” her voice dripped with the threat.

She looks at him, dual eyes locked on his. “Cause I will know the minute you step food on that dirt”

“I will know”

“You will not ever be lonely here Artemis.” She said looking at him. “You will see many people come and go for medicines. You are welcome to talk to them, just do not drag them into this. “ she gestures to the ribbon on his neck.

I’m worried I’m forgetting your face Buggy Creature

You never forget my face, Bug Roach

Why?

I never left, silly!

Will you forget mine?

No

Why?

I never got the chance to…

I guess we’re lucky then, huh?

Yeah, I guess we’re are

@screecher-call

[He holds the bottle out to Screech.]

[Daggers been watching as the two teams fought, trying to find a way through the constant gunfire to get to his injured teammate and time is running out. Daggers makes a run for it despite the danger and sergeant Owl watches as the enemy medic runs from his cover towards another about 20 feet away. He also watches the medic damn near get hit before slipping and skidding across the ground, it looked like a bad fall to say the least and the medic seemed to be struggling to get himself back up before he’s approached by another that’s on Owls team. Owls teammate gives a kick to Daggers stomach, which Owls knows isn’t right…The medic looks terrified but he isn’t getting up or fighting back.]

[Help the medic? Or leave him for dead?]

{Enemy au? I don’t wanna screw up your current storyline and Dagger being the medic also doesn’t line up with my au. This is my second time rping with this blog so hopefully this was okay}

@dagger-the-medic

(I think it’d should be fine)

＊Owl stepped out from the shadows, yanking his teammate (a private, still not knowing some rules of engagement) by the bitch strap roughly. Grabbing their helmet and making them look property＊

They’re wearing a medic patch, you incompetent dumbass.

＊He muttered lowly, the claws of his gloves digging in slightly＊

Medics are OFF-LIMITS. Even if some don’t follow that rule, I suggest that you do.

＊His grip tightened briefly before he dropped the private, shoving him away to go to a different part of the field＊

Now get your ass out here before I decide to report you to high command…. Or deal with you myself.

＊He watched the private leave before turning back to the medic, the Owl mask looking…. Terrifying in the dark. Then it moved in a nod, towards the enemy’s teammate.＊

＊Then turning towards the medic and walking over, crouching down next to the body and feeling quietly＊

＊Shaking his head after＊

Would’ve still died even if you go to him. There’s too much blood already around, and tho you could’ve stopped the blood flow— you can’t replenish the blood on the spot.

＊He’d mutter, pointing to where the wound was too＊

“my team- my team will kill me for this-“

[Dagger packs gauze into the soldiers wound, grimacing at the mess. He wraps a bandage around them and just stares blankly. The moment his comms come on he freezes, eyes wide and hands trembling.]

”oh god— oh god—“

[Dagger looks at owl again]

”What do I do— What—“

I could capture you here, under the pretense that I’d interrogate the medic…. But you’d have to cooperate. Just so I could explain situation or try to…. Make up an excuse

Tell me, How much do you like your team?

[Dagger froze, a tall hooded figure walking towards them]

“we— we need to go- please—“

[Dagger looked up desperately as the hooded figure called Daggers name.]

You mind if I kill him?

“I-…

[He looked pale, looking away from his old teammate and up to Owl]

[Daggers panting, exhaustion catching up now]

“…is your team going to hurt me…?”

[Daggers slightly freaking out.]

“The guy you-…dealt with…that was the lieutenant— he…”

[Dagger doesn’t continue.]

“Mm…where…- where are we—“

[Dagger doesn’t seem…satisfied with that answer, he hates unpredictable and not knowing anything before hand]

“Owl… did chu zeele medizal personal…vone zat iz not even ours? “

“mm— mhm—“

He tried to move dagger gently towards Screech Again

C’mon, Screech is a friend o’mine, you’re safe.

“Ve vill take care of it, ja?”

[Daggers been watching as the two teams fought, trying to find a way through the constant gunfire to get to his injured teammate and time is running out. Daggers makes a run for it despite the danger and sergeant Owl watches as the enemy medic runs from his cover towards another about 20 feet away. He also watches the medic damn near get hit before slipping and skidding across the ground, it looked like a bad fall to say the least and the medic seemed to be struggling to get himself back up before he’s approached by another that’s on Owls team. Owls teammate gives a kick to Daggers stomach, which Owls knows isn’t right…The medic looks terrified but he isn’t getting up or fighting back.]

[Help the medic? Or leave him for dead?]

{Enemy au? I don’t wanna screw up your current storyline and Dagger being the medic also doesn’t line up with my au. This is my second time rping with this blog so hopefully this was okay}

@dagger-the-medic

(I think it’d should be fine)

＊Owl stepped out from the shadows, yanking his teammate (a private, still not knowing some rules of engagement) by the bitch strap roughly. Grabbing their helmet and making them look property＊

They’re wearing a medic patch, you incompetent dumbass.

＊He muttered lowly, the claws of his gloves digging in slightly＊

Medics are OFF-LIMITS. Even if some don’t follow that rule, I suggest that you do.

＊His grip tightened briefly before he dropped the private, shoving him away to go to a different part of the field＊

Now get your ass out here before I decide to report you to high command…. Or deal with you myself.

＊He watched the private leave before turning back to the medic, the Owl mask looking…. Terrifying in the dark. Then it moved in a nod, towards the enemy’s teammate.＊

＊Then turning towards the medic and walking over, crouching down next to the body and feeling quietly＊

＊Shaking his head after＊

Would’ve still died even if you go to him. There’s too much blood already around, and tho you could’ve stopped the blood flow— you can’t replenish the blood on the spot.

＊He’d mutter, pointing to where the wound was too＊

“my team- my team will kill me for this-“

[Dagger packs gauze into the soldiers wound, grimacing at the mess. He wraps a bandage around them and just stares blankly. The moment his comms come on he freezes, eyes wide and hands trembling.]

”oh god— oh god—“

[Dagger looks at owl again]

”What do I do— What—“

I could capture you here, under the pretense that I’d interrogate the medic…. But you’d have to cooperate. Just so I could explain situation or try to…. Make up an excuse

Tell me, How much do you like your team?

[Dagger froze, a tall hooded figure walking towards them]

“we— we need to go- please—“

[Dagger looked up desperately as the hooded figure called Daggers name.]

You mind if I kill him?

“I-…

[He looked pale, looking away from his old teammate and up to Owl]

[Daggers panting, exhaustion catching up now]

“…is your team going to hurt me…?”

[Daggers slightly freaking out.]

“The guy you-…dealt with…that was the lieutenant— he…”

[Dagger doesn’t continue.]

“Mm…where…- where are we—“

[Dagger doesn’t seem…satisfied with that answer, he hates unpredictable and not knowing anything before hand]

“Owl… did chu zeele medizal personal…vone zat iz not even ours? “

“mm— mhm—“

@screecher-call

[Daggers been watching as the two teams fought, trying to find a way through the constant gunfire to get to his injured teammate and time is running out. Daggers makes a run for it despite the danger and sergeant Owl watches as the enemy medic runs from his cover towards another about 20 feet away. He also watches the medic damn near get hit before slipping and skidding across the ground, it looked like a bad fall to say the least and the medic seemed to be struggling to get himself back up before he’s approached by another that’s on Owls team. Owls teammate gives a kick to Daggers stomach, which Owls knows isn’t right…The medic looks terrified but he isn’t getting up or fighting back.]

[Help the medic? Or leave him for dead?]

{Enemy au? I don’t wanna screw up your current storyline and Dagger being the medic also doesn’t line up with my au. This is my second time rping with this blog so hopefully this was okay}

@dagger-the-medic

(I think it’d should be fine)

＊Owl stepped out from the shadows, yanking his teammate (a private, still not knowing some rules of engagement) by the bitch strap roughly. Grabbing their helmet and making them look property＊

They’re wearing a medic patch, you incompetent dumbass.

＊He muttered lowly, the claws of his gloves digging in slightly＊

Medics are OFF-LIMITS. Even if some don’t follow that rule, I suggest that you do.

＊His grip tightened briefly before he dropped the private, shoving him away to go to a different part of the field＊

Now get your ass out here before I decide to report you to high command…. Or deal with you myself.

＊He watched the private leave before turning back to the medic, the Owl mask looking…. Terrifying in the dark. Then it moved in a nod, towards the enemy’s teammate.＊

＊Then turning towards the medic and walking over, crouching down next to the body and feeling quietly＊

＊Shaking his head after＊

Would’ve still died even if you go to him. There’s too much blood already around, and tho you could’ve stopped the blood flow— you can’t replenish the blood on the spot.

＊He’d mutter, pointing to where the wound was too＊

“my team- my team will kill me for this-“

[Dagger packs gauze into the soldiers wound, grimacing at the mess. He wraps a bandage around them and just stares blankly. The moment his comms come on he freezes, eyes wide and hands trembling.]

”oh god— oh god—“

[Dagger looks at owl again]

”What do I do— What—“

I could capture you here, under the pretense that I’d interrogate the medic…. But you’d have to cooperate. Just so I could explain situation or try to…. Make up an excuse

Tell me, How much do you like your team?

[Dagger froze, a tall hooded figure walking towards them]

“we— we need to go- please—“

[Dagger looked up desperately as the hooded figure called Daggers name.]

You mind if I kill him?

“I-…

[He looked pale, looking away from his old teammate and up to Owl]

[Daggers panting, exhaustion catching up now]

“…is your team going to hurt me…?”

[Daggers slightly freaking out.]

“The guy you-…dealt with…that was the lieutenant— he…”

[Dagger doesn’t continue.]

“Mm…where…- where are we—“

[Dagger doesn’t seem…satisfied with that answer, he hates unpredictable and not knowing anything before hand]

“Owl… did chu zeele medizal personal…vone zat iz not even ours? “