#vampire suggestions

- Morella: Dark under eyes, feeling drained during the daylight and longing for night, a flowy white nightgown stained with blood, pearl jewelry and the faint smell of dried roses, slowly wandering the halls with a candelabra in hand, long eyelashes and soft, wispy black hair, foggy evenings and starlit nights, rarely speaking to others at all, sleeping in the same old wooden coffin from centuries ago.

- Nero: Observing human mourners that visit the cemetery you were buried at years ago, smoking clove cigarettes in a dark alleyway and listening to 80s post-punk music, wearing leather trench coats and a signet ring embossed with your family crest, the faint smell of cologne and hanging at bars late at night, one night stands with humans, the smell of wet earth and strong incense, never drawing the curtains in your apartment.

- Devi: Eating in the washroom stalls alone at lunch, wearing old rosaries and bold gothic makeup, getting weird stares in the halls and overhearing insults, the roots of your dyed hair being overgrown, venting in your diary, tired eyes and chipped black nail polish, only biting the popular kids at your school, wearing black dress to prom and being too timid to ask your human crush for a dance.

- Ruth: Prowling the streets with your vampire friends late at night, laughing loudly and causing mischief, wearing your favourite jacket with hand-sewn band patches and spikes along the shoulders, hunting in packs, talking a bit too recklessly about being a vampire in public, choppy, messy haircuts, hastily washing the blood from your hands and mouth in a public restroom before anyone can catch you, running your tongue along your teeth, drumming your clawed fingers on the table when you're bored.

- Billie: Looking young but being wise far beyond your years, wispy silver hair, remarks about how cold your hands are, people asking if you're sick or why you look so tired, blood tablets disguised as medication, speaking in a way thats polite but slightly outdated and old-timey, finding comfort in churches, cold cobblestone floors and old silver lockets, white clothing and a love of classical music, funeral home pamphlets and white lilies.

                                  when you see what I have done?

Will you still kiss me the same 

For my babes who want to get into vampires but don't know where to start. Here are some of my personal recommendations.

- Ashanti: The beautiful combination of dark skin and radiant red eyes, afro hair adorned with rubies and gold charms, the red velvet interior of your car and the buzz of a late night vampire party being held in the heart of the city, having too many cocktail dresses to choose from, the sound of many guests clinking wine glasses full of blood, luring yet another naive human home, the dazzling lights of the city below you, designer sunglasses and lounging by the poolside under the blood moon.

- Arthur: The soreness of the fresh bite mark on your neck, countless hours spent doing research on vampire history and lore, the smell of old books and journals hastily filled with notes, slowly becoming less tired at night, not needing your glasses anymore, bite marks covered by scarves and sun burn marks hidden by trench coats and leather gloves, a sudden and growing discomfort around churches and crucifixes, poet shirts and reading under candlelight, your thirst is no longer for water but for blood.

- Mira: Silver handheld mirrors and pale moonlight shining through your castle balcony, a bouquet of irises on your dresser, the flash of white fangs when you laugh and dark painted lips, going for walks in the garden with a parasol in hand, the excitement you feel when your human lover sneaks by to visit at night, the sound of harp music and the soft jingle of tambourines, love letters sent in wax-sealed envelopes, cold pale skin and dreamy white gowns.

- Baldassare: Wrought-iron gates and golden goblets encrusted with precious jewels, spoils of war, looking down at your loyal subjects, mysterious red light pouring from the windows of your castle at night, palanquins, steps leading up to your throne, the crown upon your head of long, ash-blonde hair, and the cries of human villagers - try as they might, but they cannot outrun your forces.

- Jela: Your hood pulled low over your glowing eyes, going over plans to sabotage the vampire hunters that have taken too many of your loved ones away, clenching your fists hard enough to draw blood, scars from an unsuccessful attempt at staking your heart, gargoyles atop buildings in your city, shapeshifting, tearing down wanted posters, transforming into a bat and the feeling of wind under your wings, super speed and scaling buildings and walls, the reflection of the supermoon in your eyes.