#softkillins

@softkillins asked: "i'm sorry i went crazy." ( glenn / judith!! )

he  was  cooking  them  food,  nothing  too  fancy,  just  some  canned  meat  and  beans.  charles  made  note  that  he  needed  to  go  hunting,  get  some  deer  meat  and  rabbit  for  the  winter.  charles  turned  around  to  look  at  her,  pausing  his  stirring  as  brow  furrowed,  concerned  about  ashley.  "  why  not  ?  is  the  bed  not  comfortable  ?  "  charles  had  finally  moved  her  from  the  basement  to  a  secured  room  that  locked  from  the  outside.  a  camera  always  rolling  just  in  case  she  got  smart.  he  had  thought  of  everything  or  so  he  thought.

silas's eyes darken with a mix of desire and possessiveness as he hears her words. he steps closer, his presence overwhelming, and cups her face with a firm yet gentle hand.

“mine,” he repeats, his voice a low growl, as if tasting the word. “you don’t know what you’re offering, but i’ll take it, all of you.” his thumb brushes over her lips, and he leans in, his breath warm against her skin.

the club owner was alerted to a disturbance of a stray finding their way into the secret underground club where vampires would party, feed and f.uck as it was a free-for-all all for vampires to be more themselves. seated in the back room while smoking a joint enjoying his time shirtless after he had just fed on one of his human captives who he had to unfortunately terminate and discard the body. the rave in the club was beginning as the music echoed in the packed club of dancing vampires who were now being sprinkled with human blood. one of his guards would enter the backrooms dragging the human stray inside only to then stop and push them onto their knees directly in front of eskel. the guard would then state with harshness. " respect him or else he'll tear you apart. " eskel purposely paid no attention to either of them as he was mouthing his lips to the music outside of the backroom. removing the joint from his lips as lips would then twist into a smirk. another human for him he thought, another one to play with. eskel would dismiss his guard with a simple wave of his hand. the large tall guard would then turn away and leave exiting out of the room leaving just eskel and the stray. still his eyes would be fixated on the pages of the book he was reading from on the coffee table down in front of him only to then lift his eyes out. flashing her a small innocent smirk. " what do we have here? another lost cub that has wandered into the jaws of the beast. " playfully he would pout mocking her as eskel would then stand up. taking a hit of the joint he moved around the coffee table and kneeled directly down in front of the woman.

He turns hesitantly to stare at her, lifting a hand in a manner that suggests he wants to say, 'so, what of it?' There are various articles up about the Ghostface killings, tabs and tabs. Merchandise. Ticket sales for the Stab films. He isn't obsessed... he's actually a little annoyed. Scoffing a little, he throws his arm over the back of the chair, lifting a brow at her.

"Stupid games win stupid prizes." He huffs, turning back to the computer to shut a few of the tabs. A shake of his head, and he trains his attention on her fully now. "It's my life too. And I'm sayin' that we should be making some fuckin' revenue off of this shit. Could give us a good life, y'know?" A slip of the tongue; he didn't mean plural. He's simply used to being a unit. "I mean, like- y'know what I mean?"

Another tsk: "Acting like the world's gonna end over there."