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@sikvultures
wasn't born in a 𝐶𝐴𝐺𝐸, I am free to remain I feel a darkness I can't resist.
[ # .. 𝖘𝖎𝐤𝖛𝖚𝖑𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖊𝖘 ] independent all male blog, selective, canon divergent inspired by tv, books & other media. dash friendly, minors dni. triggering themes present. summoned & loved by ghost. est., 2025
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The Vampire Lestat - Your Biggest Fan
(everyone better get ready to cry, this one is terribly heartbreaking)
Hold me and let's stay like that, in those arms.
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Being around vampires wasn’t new to Samir, nor was it unsettling to him. He had enough magical power to make sure he won’t get bitten, as he was not sure what his blood could do to a vampire. But Louis made him feel a certain way. It felt like Louis tried to lash out at his personal vendetta against Samir. Maybe the vampire considered it Samir’s fault? The familiar was immortal and at the same time not immortal. He could die, but not by old age nor sickness, but by force. So why would Louis just not kill him now? The familiar’s hands were shaking from the immense pain he was being sent through. Unlike vampires, he was as sensitive to pain as a simple mortal, and he felt tears appearing in his eyes from how much his hand was burning. How could Louis even stand that? All Samir wanted was to leave this place, but Louis seemed to have other plans. The familiar’s shaking body was forced to stay seated, and his entire body flinched at those harsh words. Usually, those didn’t matter to him, but he felt vulnerable because the pain in his hand didn’t seem to stop. “Stop it, Louis. It is not my fault that we are in this situation. I didn’t choose it.” He took the fork with his aching hand that looked completely normal. “If it would at least turn you on, I’d know that the whole pain thing has a purpose,” Samir muttered under his breath and started shoving some bites into his mouth. He wasn’t hungry anymore, but who cares, right? “I’ll stub my toe at home!!! It’s not a threat, that’s a promise.”
when louis wasn't around samir he was out conducting business or having his assistant bring him large rats, rabbit or even foxes to drink from in order to satiate his thirst. being around the other hurt, brought pain along with it -- would be like this forever? -- hopefully not. there were things, feelings an array of different emotions, all positive though he had said differently. to think there was this invisible thread tethering him with a familiar. within his free time he had read books and books regarding familiars, how some are able to live long lives while others barely make it. he read this books out of samir's knowledge, sure he could ask him about his curiosities but what was the fun in that, as sickening as it sounds. masochists enjoyed pain after all. water welled within samir's eyes indicating the terrible sensation on his hand. as expected, he heard the familiar's pleading words that had the vampire lightly tilt his head, revealing the faintest grin. "i didn't choose it neither, just because i sit here with you, you think i want this every day?" because he didn't, sure pain turned him on but he sure would love fucking samir's brains out without the need to inflict pain. What was the purpose of all of this? was it to see who would last long, measuring their pain tolerance together? letting go of the other, letting him eat the rest of his food without another argument. eyes were already on them, murmurs of discussion between the guests already triggered louis and so, he sat in his chair with confidence. green eyes gazing at samir as he took off his cool looking shades, tugging them in his pocket blazer. "i find your threats ..no, promises cute. yeah, you go home and stub your toe -- isn't that your usual way of calling for me too." this little game was more of who lasts the longest before either find each other. "and let me promise you something, i'll fuck you wherever you are, careless for the time and day." whispering against samir's ear so quick. "won't it be fun if you stub your toe in front of all these people, i can break your back right here -- maybe that will give them something to talk about."
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Elias shouldn’t have asked for help in the first place, as he knew his uncle’s explosive temper. He tried to brush it off, but maybe Elias was a little sensitive tonight as well. It wasn’t his fault that he was always so hungry, and in this case, it was also not his fault that this law enforcement guy interrupted him mid-dinner. The younger vampire pursed his lips a little bit as he was guiding them to the dark alleyway. With his hands in the pockets of his pants, Elias moved over to the dumpster and opened the lid with one hand.
“Here,” he said, pointing inside before he took a look. The two bodies were still in there, just like he left them. Good thing, no one has discovered them just yet. “Now. How are we going to get rid of them? Can’t you just burn them, Uncle Les? You know, Fire Gift and that fancy smancy stuff you do.”
stepping forward with grace and elegance despite being in an alley, his nephew had opened this large dumpster where he pointed at the loss of life probably laying inside dead. there was already rumors making it's way around referring to a serial killer on the loose. the corner of his lip curled as violet hues looked from the victim to his nephew.
"more like, how are you going to get rid of it." elias is a killer, at least he should be able to do the simplest requirements swiftly. of course, elias wanted him to make it all so easy, parenting was hard. "i can but i'm not going to, you did killed them now take them out, burn them in the incinerator yourself. big boy crimes calls for big boy cleaning his mess." lestat would use his fire gift but in this case he won't. "go on..."
expectations vs reality
it is of no great surprise to him that his presence is an unsavory one, the stillness by which he commands himself something of a shroud to tongues younger than he. the abrasive quality to his bearing is a heavy one, but it is not without it's merit. there are creatures older and wiser than he, it is true, but in his blood - a line of power so pure and so intense could only be felt for the fear it instills in those undeserving of it. self made pariah, this vampire, the plum shade of his lips just barely upturned in retort at such a thought.
❝ they fear what they cannot understand. ❞ the fangs underneath the lip are visible as he speaks, each consonant softened to the french-cajun tongue of a man familiar with knotted-root system that was the underside of louisiana's vampire life. armand, with his hands in his pockets, takes a step forward but does not go any further. toeing the line, pushing the boundary. a reminder to the both of them: he can go anywhere he likes. the fact that he is not is inconsequential to the prior, it only feeds the fire. kindling for the flame. ❝ you don't fear me. do you, stack? ❞
eyes burned shades of red with a mixture of orange, color resembling flames, intimidating and scary for the faint of heart but for many others they were intrigued by them; hypnotized. shamelessly a grin exposed. what humanity rejects, fangs bedazzled in silver -- your modern aesthetics. "don't they all." a true statement it was, stack too noticed the fangs that peeked through past eloquent lips suited for a god. the Louisiana twang with french was even more noticeable as the other spoke. the southern accent - oh how he thought he'd never hear it ever again. stack got fed up with the annoying valley accent. but you don't get vampires like armand anywhere, especially at his nightclub.
"fear? you? nah." feeling fear wasn't something stack felt but perhaps elias did, his old human self felt a lot more feelings and emotions. that all seemed so foreign now. going back to armand now, funny question for a man sporting a nice trench coat. "perhaps a human, the lost ones might fear you if that's what you come here for. unless you come to admire me or some shit like that, i can pour you a glass of whatever you want." shooing his employee who glared at armand before leaving them alone. stack was drawn to the other vampire, liked whatever was wrong with him and so he moved aside to let the other in. "hope you don't have somewhere to be, that'd be fucked up." what a shame that would be.
”you hit the same v@gina you spent the first 9 months” bro said “anatomically” STOP THE cAR …. jesus take the wheel
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The Vampire Lestat | New teaser
INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE 2.03 "No Pain"
LEON S. KENNEDY in RESIDENT EVIL, dev. Capcom
“ You keep saying you’re fine, but I can still see the blood on your hands. ” for leon :]
leon always did things on his own unless he truly needed aid from people he knew. and every tough situation he always said the same thing, that he's fine. his clothes adorned with splotches of crimson red, blood from his earlier investigating near the asylum. he had just made it inside until he was met with unfortunate information -- bloody hands stained, covering his digits and palms. brows furrow slightly when the other mentioned the obvious.
"is that sarcasm." leon said. "besides you are NOT funny, and i'm completely fine." a lie but why should the other or anyone care.
- @collude
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the car wheels burn rubber, an unfamiliar squeal whining beneath the chassis as the gang peels away from the site. behind them are screams, yelling... curses, of course. and ada, she's got koji leaning heavy into her side, the blood a WARM THING that's shared as it seeped out from beneath his fingertips, and out into the side of her jacket.
the job was meant to be like any other. but things never go the way they're supposed to, not when there's REAL MONEY involved, her tongue lapping along her bottom lip, the taste of gunpowder on her lips. normally, she wouldn't care for what was a normalized motion, but usually, it wasn't koji who'd been the one shot.
his words earn a ROLLING of her eyes, unshouldering her jacket to fold tight over the wound. she couldn't stand the idea of him bleeding out in the backseat of some getaway car with the both of them sliding around with no anchorage. it was a messy end to a clean mission. "you'll have to hold out until we get back to the safe house if that's what you want. and if you do? i'll feed you all the cut fruit you want." the sarcasm, sharp edged, yes, but the worry, the truthfulness of it, still there beneath the tension of it all. "think you can do that?"
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with angry screams and yelling obscenities, a grin curled at the corner of his mouth. sweat beads dripping down along his temples disappearing somewhere on his neck. for koji this was another day at the park, death loved him too much to consider taking his soul. he's always won his wars and battles -- usually he'd do this shit alone, but ada has been a good ally for the years he's known her. her eye roll would make anyone believe she hated him or something to that effect. using her jacket, she pressed it down on his bleeding wound. jacket ruined, the getaway car too, oh well. "right, i don't know you'll have to carry me bridal style when we get there." he teased, a soft yet weak smile formed on his features.
the ride was bumpy, they drove over potholes which had koji grunting however, the thought of her feeding him fruits would end the evening in a good night, even though his condition wasn't the best. "i'm doing great so far, still breathing. not dead ... yet. i'll need you to stitch me up, you alright doing that ?" he asked, dark eyes looking at her. "playing doctor and patient i mean." cutting the tension and worry with his teasing ways. "anyways, thanks for coming though not the greatest of circumstances." even though he saw himself in the brink of death, this was another excuse of his to see her again.
closed starter @desiresuffering
the modern world still seemed new despite how long he's lived. meeting new people was fairly easy, mortals were always drawn to his growing and popular establishment. music never failed; played non-stop -- wherever there was music stack was there either serving drinks, welcoming new mortals & non. poor things, they usually became meals by sunrise.
he knew over the years there's plenty of his kind around, all with different stories to tell. often he caught himself being a good listener, most times he simply cared not to listen. ah, there it was that familiar scent again. it hung in the air, making one his employee's hiss. "already causing trouble -- my employee's aren't your biggest fans."
