#vampire!verse

teddy has made the crucial mistake of not satiating his hunger consistently, and now he's broken his fast by draining a salaryman in the alley who thought teddy was a sex-worker. maybe he went a bit overboard, but there's still a steady pulse. footsteps. shit. he could hear the man approaching, teddy turning around to face the tall man with glasses, noting he has sharp eyes but a sweet face. teddy huffs, sweeping his tongue over his lips to collect the excess blood. teddy has been told he's a messy eater. "you will, as long as you don't bolt and run your mouth. leaving witnesses alive never usually works out for me, you understand." he reassures, slowly approaching the man like a cornered animal to make sure he doesn't run. if the man cooperates, this could be resolved cleanly. "he's not dead. but if you call for an ambulance .. that wouldn't be good for me either. if it makes any difference, the man is an adulterer that was trying to proposition me." teddy swallows, his gaze fixed on the witness' face. he's reluctant to show any tells of fear, because teddy really doesn't want to have to kill anyone over this. "i'm teddy, by the way." there's a pause, licking his lips as his brows knit. "so what will you do?'"

I had very skeletal ideas for setting up these verses, like Gaston somehow being Belle's sire, or Beau having become a vampire to save Belle, but I dunno what to really do with these ideas.

Would anybody be willing to chat with me in the IMs and help me figure out vampire!verses for my dual muses?

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It’s was in the middle of the night, [3:30am] to be exact and Solanine had caused an awful crime.

He stood there with blood dripping from his mouth and stains covered the front of his shirt n’ jacket. The baby vampire had just fed and accidentally ended up killing his victim, he didn’t mean to loose control. It just happened. His eye grew wide and a tight pain filled his chest. “N-No…Shit! Shit!” Sol gasped and swallowed the lump that form in his throat. “I didn’t mean to kill her….fuck..” He whispered under his breath. It was raining out, the cold droplets rushed down his face as soon as they struck his skin. The cold never really bother the vampire to much, plus it made it easier to stay hidden from cops or any kind of authority.

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Sol wasn’t sure where to go and as right after dumping the body, he rushed his way over to the only person he knew that would take him in. He needed to clean up and calm himself, the temptation to feed was still there. The blood lust was scratching at him. He bared his fangs as the feeling pulsed inside of him, he wanted more blood. “Fuck..!” Solanine hurried and ran quickly till he reached his destination–He took in a deep breath and frantically knocked on the door, he was eager to get inside and just needed a place to hide. “Please wake up…please..” The baby vampire impatiently waited outside, soaking wet and covered with crimson water that now was soaked into most of the fabric. Sol felt his body shaking and he slid down the door, in his knees and just let it all out. He was crying and couldn’t keep himself under control.

connection; maker, vampire friend, vampire she turned, vampire hunter she knows quite well

Gavin: Newly turned, resentful of his new form. Tries to blend in with humans. Will starve himself until Elijah forces him to feed or will go out and savage a few cows outside of the city. Occasionally feeds on humans in the midst of one night stands but very rarely, doesn’t trust himself to be able to stop before they die.

Ralph: Young, had a traumatic turning. Tried to reunite with his family, but they cast him out. Killed them in rebuttle. Keeps himself away to try to keep himself and others safe but when he gets blood lust will go on a mass slaughter. dangerous in his unpredictability. Deceptively strong.

Connor: A born vampire, raised by Amanda though she isn’t his biological mother. Has a very organized view of the world. See’s humans as food but understands it’s important to keep a balance. Can blend in well with humanity. Sometimes acts as a representative when speaking with hunters due to his subdued aura and good people skills. Things become complicated when he starts to doubt his kinds hold over humanity.

Hank: Ex hunter turned vampire. Was turned by the vampire who killed his son. Managed to kill them after tracking them down for several years and getting revenge, Still feels empty. If Gavin resents himself Hank outright hates himself. Has tried to kill himself several times but the years of hunter training and latent magic has made him strong. Spends his time taking down his own kind who have gone feral.

Elijah Kamski: One of the oldest and most powerful vampires. Immersed himself as a figurehead amongst humanity and reveals in their worship. Incredibly powerful. Possesses high magic. Finds humans a plight on the earth but incredibly entertaining. Has little regard for other peoples humanity.

Kara: Human, looking after a young fledgeling vampire named Alice who was turned by accident. She has some magical ability but her main talent is her ability to soothe. Her scent is a natural calm to feral vampires. Not afraid to kill to protect Alice and those she holds dear.

@themagiciansarcana

His memories of the past few weeks were blurry at best and nonsensical or completely absent at worst. After being assigned to ‘escort’ Gellert Grindelwald while he was in New York--an assignment that was only slightly logical for him to perform, given his role as liaison--things became hazy and confusing. Disjointed.

Beau wasn’t the sort to have one-night stands, so why did one of his clearer memories seem to be allowing the German wizard to seduce him?

He didn’t understand it.

There was a lot he didn’t understand about what little he could remember.

But there was one thing he could say was absolutely clear to him: He’d been turned. Grindelwald had made him a vampire.

Sunlight burned his flesh. His senses were as keen as--if not keener than--they had ever been in his canine animagus form. His physical abilities had far surpassed anything humanly possible. And the smell of blood--once abhorrent and sickening to him--was now the sweetest perfume.

He hated it.

It terrified him.

Dieu miséricordieux, he was pretty sure he had already drained some poor sap during his first hours in this state, and he had no idea what he would do when the thirst for more blood hit him. How long would he be able to hold out before going on a rampage?

He couldn’t go to Percival for help. Not this time. If Grindelwald had turned Beau with the intention of using him as leverage, the man was sorely mistaken. Beau was a threat now, and the Director of Magical Security wouldn’t hesitate to kill him in order to protect others.

Beau didn’t think he would want Percival to spare him if he endangered anyone else.

No, he couldn’t go to Percival. And Revelin...

Enculer, he should have gone with Revelin when his werewolf had asked him to. He had no idea where to even start looking for Revelin. It had been months since he’d left.

Jarrett would know where Revelin had gone. If anyone would know, it was his brother.

Of course, Jarrett wouldn’t give Beau that information without a price. He wanted information in return. Information Beau would never have given him were he not desperate and in dire need. He had no other choice.

Dana was on the trail of what seemed to be a reckless group of newborns who were too messy on their path and left quite a lot of bodies behind. An easy task for the experienced vampire hunter, it seemed. She was known and feared among the kind, for someone so young she was quite skilled, which was all thanks to her parents who trained her from the young age to slay the monsters and end their lives. Her mission wasn’t as easy, though. Finding the lair wasn’t that simple, which made the redhead huntress believe they had help from someone; an older vampire most likely, or their maker – but why would someone make so many of newborns and let them run around like that, cause mayhem? It was an alert for hunters around to come after them.