#slayercne

“See, when I was a kid ‘sexual harrassment’ wasn’t even a concept. Nowadays- you Americans -someone so much as looks at you the wrong way you SUE.” Jerry smirked, letting out a little chuckle as he brushed the girl’s hair back, exposing her neck fully. He pressed another soft KISS to her pulse point, carefully letting his fangs scrape against the tender skin without breaking it before he pulled away to saunter in front of her. “And people call me a savage. Whatever happened to loving your fellow man?”

It wasn’t as though he didn’t know she could escape her bindings. In fact, Jerry would’ve been disappointed if she didn’t wind up getting out. Since they’d crossed paths, the young woman had consistently proven a CHALLENGE, at it was thrilling. He’d not had a proper game of cat and mouse for at least a good decade. He could have drained her, left her for dead, but where would the fun have been in that?

        Reverent palms press beneath a jaw, to cup and to hold, to keep the other woman there, just there, while a mouth brushes effortlessly against another. Intricate fingertips graze porcelain skin and run across bone.

        She’s knows how many breaths Summers is able to push out before more are sucked in. She’s been counting, the number is almost the same amount as how many beats occur behind the plate of a chest in the span of sixty seconds.

        So trust her when she confesses to pulling away reluctantly.

        “You know the rest of the Justice League inside is gonna start to wonder where the two of us ran off to. What’ll be the excuse this time? Emergency nest infiltration? Big nasty on the loose?” A pause, a tilt of a head, a quirk of a brow, curious. “Or that you just couldn’t stand bein’ away from your darker counterpart for more than five minutes?” There it is, that smug grin, cracking and splitting. She’s awful, absolutely horrible, she’s aware.

♛ ❝ ɴᴏᴡ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪs ʙɪᴛᴄʜ ❞ ─「 LANC.ELOT 」 lITERALLY THE MOST PERFECT TAG WTF

I KNOW I’ MD FDGI D YING

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In the years, decades, hell, now, centuries, since his turning, Ingeras had made a point to never stay in one place for very long. Always shuffling about after the deaths of his children. Lifetimes were so short, especially back then. He had, at least, stayed long enough to see the Princedom returned to his family, long before it was entirely abolished. His descendants still existed of course, but he didn’t have any personal connection to them, nor did he need any of them to recognize him. There had been whispers of his family in Romania ever since his father’s defeat of the Turks.

So coming to Sunnydale, a place he had heard was quite the hotbed for others like him, had not really been out of character for him. At his age, he could spend longer in the sun, like his father, without real injury. Though cloudy days were always better. California itself had not appealed to him so much, but had he not come, he would not have seen...her.

Incidentally, when he did, it was in a cemetery no less. She looked so much like her. His Erzebet, his beloved princess. Having to leave her, send word of his death via his most trusted equerry, had been the most painful decision of his life. But he couldn’t let her know what he was after everything that had happened.

He strolled casually, trying not to look too obvious, though he really never tried to hide what he was these days. The youth of the world very much fancied vampires, it seemed. Made feeding a great deal easier. Thick accent, disguised as English after two hundred years primarily on British soil.