#sharpbloodsuckers

Open to any of the Bloodsucker Crew!

Nebula could get used to being free from Hell. it was refreshing to say the least. She was able to breathe in air that didn’t reek of sulphur and misery. She was no longer surrounded by screams of agony and anguish. She didn’t have the dead trying to paw at her while begging for her mercy. Instead she could stroll quite happily without anyone getting in her way. This she could get used to.

That, and the fact she had no one giving her orders. She had left that asshole behind.

Nebula had surfaced in a town with vampires occupying it. Fun. She hadn’t encountered a vampire in over a century and if memory served correctly, she had managed to have quite a lot of fun with them. That fun involved fire and the vampire eventually being a pile of ash. Yes, Nebula would quite like to repeat that particular escapade again.

Even so, Nebula knew she had to be careful. The asshole she had escaped was powerful and had plenty of faithful servants. She didn’t want to stir up too much attention from other demons. Vampires and humans, she could deal with, but her own kind could be problematic.

Open to anyone in the AU

Alfred Pennyworth had been so deep in thought while gardening that he failed to see that the sun had set. The last rays of the flaming orb that shone upon the world winking out. Wiping the sweat from his brow with the back of his gloved hand, the butler carefully stood up and winced at how much his body creaked. Old age was getting to him while his mind stayed as sharp as ever. It worried him that he will one day be unable to do anything and yet be aware of everything. 

Just laying there, watching as the world went by until Death came to take him away. 

There he went again...Thinking about the future when he should be thinking of the present. He had things to do. Keep the manor intact until the young master came back from his latest adventure...That has taken far longer than expected and it worried him.  It seemed that was all he did these days. Think. Lost in thought as he went about the day to day grind. Caring for the large house and its grounds. Reading every book in the library (most have been read more than once), caring for the flowers he bred and lovingly named Pennyworth blue. What more could he do? Golf? Sit around and drink tea? 

With a sigh and gardening tools back in the bucket, the aging man took them into the shed before walking back to the manor through the kitchen. Hat and gloves placed on the stool by the door. Once shut and lights on, he got busy in preparing a light dinner for himself. He was sure his guests were either still sleeping or starting to stir. At least he didn’t worry too much in keeping them fed...sometimes. Because of the kindness in his heart, Alfred kept the second fridge in the kitchen fully stocked just for them. He had his ways in getting what was needed without anyone batting an eye his way. 

As they say about the rich..Connections are all that matter. 

It didn’t apply toward him, but most of the time it felt like it. Alfred reached out to turn the stove on so that he could heat up left over soup from the night before. Homemade chicken noodle soup. A recipe that he received from his mother. Simple and light. Carefully, he emptied the tupperware into the pot and opened the drawer to his left to retrieve a wooden spoon.