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    “Stop right there, cutie! You’re under Vampirarrest!”

The hunt is on.

Evelynn didn't usually predate on things from other worlds, being a demon of this world. She is, of course, flexible. The real question was who was hunting who?

Trouble was, this Vampirella didn't seem like an exceptional target. Evelynn wanted her victims to be in the thrall of their bliss, enraptured either with her or the joy of their life. It was the taking, the destruction, that fed her.

It's an almost sensual tone that she makes as Vampi brushes hair behind her ear, the demon leaning in close. "You smell like cinnamon and lace, honey." Evelynn wondered what her pain would taste like. Before the Hell, there needed to be a little Heaven.

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“Why do you keep coming here?” 

He looks over his shoulder, glaring. 

Tonight, Kurt wishes he just could disappear. What’s the fucking point of doing this, all of this? Is there really a God? Or is this just another man made aberration to take everything from the innocent and the most vulnerable? 

Kurt slams the bible shut and lifts it from the podium, walks toward her until he is almost in her face. 

“Are you going to kill me? Tell me! I’m tired of playing games!” 

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Loudly and hopefully: "Ugh, I'm starved!"

She stops turning her head to the other woman-- she looks mildly concerned. Not in the way that she would lose her mind because her companion is in some form of discomfort... but...

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     He’s standing upright and still, right where Vampirella’s told him to stand while she got a glass of red liquid he can only assume is... well. It’s certainly not wine. His tie is already hanging loose around his neck when she comes back, looking him over appreciatively.      ‘You always wear black, don’t you? You’d look so good in red, though!’ Her hand trails along the arm hanging by his side, touching his hand for only a moment before she steps away to put her glass aside and focus her attention on Arthur. Tie is slipped from his collar and tossed aside carelessly before she pushes his jacket off his shoulders, making him shimmy until it comes down to hang it over a chair. The vest is next to go, buttons popping open by long nails and then suffering the same fate as his jacket.      His shirt stays on for a little longer. She rests her hands on the curve of his chest, feeling the latex under the silk. She’s absolutely not unfamiliar with what a body shaped like his feels like under her palms, her lips, between the warmth of her thighs, but Arthur... his odd skin condition makes him special and new and exciting! A little more of his dark skin gets revealed as she undoes the little buttons, peeling it back and pulling it from the waistband of his slacks when the last one comes undone.

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"You're so cool, Vampi! I love everything you're about! Being tall and sexy, eating fools for fun and for food, having your great tiddies out just 'cause you can and not cause you've been trained to...

I'm glad we met that one spooky night and we shared each other's company in that haunted cabin until the sun rose, and I'm REALLY glad the holes in my neck healed up before my next stream. I look good in turtlenecks, but that's not really the vibe, y'know?

@sucksit​ asked: Inspired by; of your choice of whoever getting hypnotized."Shh, shh. Calm down. Look into my eyes. Everything is going to be okay, okay?"

Daniel wasn’t supposed to be here. He distinctly remembered that much, but beyond that he only remembered walking into the room. “Where was I- I was going somewhere. Do you know where?”

All he could see was her. A goddess. The love of his life. Daniel’s concerned frown quickly drifted, a fog settling over his mind. The young medic had read about this, somewhere. A dossier about some alien. But she wasn’t an alien, she was perfect.