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It was late, later than Daniel should have been out walking. But the bars were closed and the taxis gone, and waking was his only option if he wanted to get back to his apartment. He was fumbling with his lighter, trying to get it to light despite the minuscule amount of fuel left and not really watching where he was going. It was only inevitable that he'd walk right into someone. The person appeared to be in a hurry, when they ran into each other, turning out of a side street.

As Daniel opened his mouth to apologize, he saw the blood. All over the man's shirt and even on his face and hands. He looked to be somewhere around his age, maybe a little older, and Daniel didn't see any injuries that could explain all the blood.

Am I supposed to deny, that I find you attractive? / aslan

"No, no you don't have to deny anything, I just - didn't quite expect such, to be honest."

@lcvb1tes asked: ❝ what does it taste like ? ❞ / issac bc he decided he's curious

it's natural enough to wonder, isn't it? after all, blood before hadn't tasted the same — it wouldn't have sated anything in him as a human — not as it did for those who needed it. the similarities in taste were also different on the tongue as if his tastebuds had transformed too with the dark gift.

he supposes they had.

"You're in loooove." / issac and sara <3

"You gon' tell the whole neighborhood now?"

Shoulder lightly bumps into his own in a playful jest, smile wide on her features at the comment granted. Perhaps she's been telling Issac about Aiden a bit more than she meant to, and perhaps he was right.

"You could stay." / anyone you wanna have rp with theo!

 huff of a breath escapes her, hand rising to ruffle her own dark tresses. “So what, you can talk with a vampire hunter, hm? Write it all down in a book or somethin’? Hunters tend to be more secretive for a reason, Issac.”

the approval was all he needed ; it filled his insides with a warmth , one that not even the rushing of new warm blood around his veins could bring. being wanted back , it was nice. it was welcoming. and it was the only current thing that could calm and quiet the negativity that consumed him.

" très cher " the softest whisper of words , so close their lips brushed as he spoke. urging him to finally close the distance. " tu es ma chaleur " final words spoken , then finally. he was kissing him.

A DEVILISH giggle tickles his vocal cords, he can still taste the blood his tongue has licked off the dagger that has slit the man’s throat, a clean cut that could only come with experience. His steps are slow as he treads in their direction, the shadow on his face only intensifying the unnerving picture of sharp edged features. And then he is right before them in a blink of an eye, their noses almost touching with how he closes the distance between them, intimidating and ruling. ❝ Of course, I will. ❞ A whisper, sending a shiver to their spine, maybe their soul too. There is something different about this soul, about them; there is a faint connection to his own people, to bloodsuckers almost like him. Hmm. Lucky kid for he is INTRIGUED enough to keep them alive, for now. ❝ Unless- ❞ His argument starts, opening a small gap for negotiation; a VEIL to his real actions. ❝ -you keep your mouth shut! ❞ A sudden grip of their neck is enough of a warning, probably startling them to near death, his eyes pierce into theirs. ❝ You tell a soul, talk or write about this, and I will find you and dismantle you, piece by piece, all before I feed you to the wolves! ❞ Promptly, he lets go of them, letting the air flow back into their lungs and hopefully their brain soon, a smile on his previously ferocious features, creepy, a clear sign of a maniac. ❝ Capiche? ❞

❝ you're very kind ... some day it's going to get you killed. ❞