#undeadnotunreasonable

Long fingers intertwined with Dracula’s as they made their way towards the town’s exit, the sounds of excitement and joy giving way to the quiet of the night. Pale blue gaze is turned towards the sky as they walked, her smile easy, warm. “The moon’s beautiful,” she commented softly, voice dreamy and amused as her gaze turned to the elder’s instead, “Thank you for tonight.” Carefully the redhead maneuvered into his path, one palm gently cupping his cheek while the other steadied herself against his chest as she rose to her tiptoes to capture his lips in a sweet kiss. There’s a soft hum of amusement as she pulled back only slightly, the tip of her nose brushing against his, “I know it’s not exactly your aesthetic.” She grinned, stealing a more lingering kiss as she sidled closer to him. 

Curled against the Count’s side, Jessica hummed a soft laugh at his initial explanation. The statement so him for a moment she’s almost certain that’s all she’s going to get from him. She watched his fingers indicate each mark and as his explanation continued her brows first knit together in focus as she listened, but soon her features gave way to a more melancholy look. In their time together, Jessica would be lying if she said a certain fondness hadn’t built in her heart for the man she laid next to, and the idea of him being tortured tugged at those feelings and had her curling impossibly closer to him. The tip of her nose nuzzled against his bare chest, long leg intertwining with his as her gaze turned up to find his, “Did you beat them? The men who did these? Did they lose?”

“As if I’m not enough of a disappointment as a vampire in your eyes, now you’ve found me sittin’ in my old church teary eyed over my fucked up childhood.” She laughed, sniffling lightly as she rubbed her palms atop her thighs. “I saw on the schedule that my little sister is gettin’ married. It hurts that I can’t be here with her on that day. . . She’s gonna be so beautiful.”

Staaaaaaaaaaaaahp, you’re gonna make me cryyyyyyy. You’re such a doll and I’m so glad we’ve been able to write together! <3

     “Excuse me, sir.” There’s other guards. Vampires fully suited in protective gear as she is under an unassuming turtleneck and trousers. Thank god she doesn’t have a heartbeat, with how nervous she is she’d just be undermined by her own body. “Any vampire who crosses into Louisiana needs to come to be processed in Bon Temps at Compton Manor. As of now, you’re trespassin’.”