#rivalrus

"it's no wonder you so easily lure people inside your home," a slight cant of her head, fingertips graze over his collarbones in an almost trance-like touch. there is a smudge of blood on the corner of his lips, her thumb swipes over it with utmost care, "i wish i had that special allure. i've been told i do, but i don't believe it. men lie all the time, after all." @rivalrus

      “You   should   have   stopped   me.”   Words   feel   as   foolish   as   they   sound.   She   knew   he   wouldn’t.   The   devil   in   his   calculation   would   turn   green   with   envy   for   him   and   his   little   games.   Eyelids   flutter.   Such   a   fragile   reaction   for   a   creature   capable   of   such   bloodshed.   He   didn’t   stop   her.   He   let   her   kill   them.   Devour   them.   All   to   cleanse   her   from   the   wreckage.   Smaller   hand   catches   a   larger   wrist   as   he   went   to   wipe   further   gore   from   alabaster   cheekbone:   “Why?   Why   would   you   help   me   now.”   Silly   girl.   He’ll   never   give   you   a   straight   answer.   

slumped against his back door, she’s sure to scare any unsuspecting neighbor if they were to see her. If it wasn’t the otherworldly beauty vampire possessed it would have been the blood that seeps steadily through her fingers and darkens her seemingly sun-kissed skin. she’d tried to slow the steady flow of rich blood but the ever growing pool beneath her says otherwise. a lone blood-smeared hand raised, shaking like a leaf, and is placed upon the unhelpful glass. the most she can manage is a faint scratch of long nails against the door before all the strength she’d managed to gather is gone and her hand falls back to side, limply.  @rivalrus​

The room was rather empty of decor, and it was as big as the other rooms, but in the middle of it, there was a black coffin on the floor that at some point it had belonged to someone, but after so many years, neither Nadja, Laszlo, or himself knew how they had obtained it. It didn’t matter now.  “If I had known you were coming, I would have taken the time with making this room look nicer.” 

      “ You owe me a new rug and get to fix my back door, though, ” Bee added with a click of her tongue as her embrace tightened, resting her cheek flush to his neck, “ I’ll even toss in some beer if it’s a nicer rug. ”

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𝗜'𝗠 𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗬 𝗦𝗨𝗦𝗣𝗜𝗖𝗜𝗢𝗨𝗦.    for  more  reasons  than  one.  ❜    such  air  of   mystery’s   left  at  that.   a  daring  wink  follows.    ❛  surely ,   you’ve  made  your  assumptions  about  me ,  as well.   am  i  any   worse   than  a  maybe   creep   who  won’t  speak  his  out?   in  my  experience ,   all  guys  are  up  to   SOMETHING     ────     don’t  take  it  too  personally.   besides ,  it’s   true   i  only  ever  seem  to  run  into  you  at  night.   maybe  you’re   W O R S E   than  some  typical  creep.  ❜