#vampirememes

vampire starters ; accepting ;  naturesloopholed          “Drinking blood isn’t weird for me.”

“I CAN SEE THAT.“ and he is staring in odd fascination really. a tribrid he is told. a tribrid whose father was none other than an original vampire. hybrid, truly. the one who turned him six hundred years ago. how small the world seems. “a witch, a werewolf and a vampire, all in one. I always knew Niklaus would be the cause of the end of the world. Indirectly, of course.” and he teases, accent slipping through his words as he picks up the bag of blood himself.          he doesn’t throw up but nearly. blood bags are hardly favorable. he is told he would get used to them but truly, what kind of vampire does after tasting human blood, straight from the vein? “And to think the biggest worry I had in my day was vampire hunters.”

vampire starters ; accepting ;   clarvssa         “Doritos are the greatest invention in the history of time.”

DORITOS? eyebrows pushed together as he thinks on the word. foreign, certainly not an english word, spanish most likely. “Whatever that is, mon petite, I’m sure it cannot be the greatest invention in all of history. Trust me, I lived through it mostly.”

vampire starters ; accepting ;   vampmeant       “Oh, bite me. Wait–don’t do that.”

BUT HER DENY COMES TOO LATE. not that he would ask for permission, not in his days anyways, vampires never asked for it, unless it was entry to one’s home. he is before her in a second, hand wrapped around her throat while the other traces the line of her neck. behind there, he can feel the rush of blood, the pumping of her heart. its not fear what he feels though, not at first. “Oh, are you one of those, sweetheart? the bitten ones? who enjoy the thrill of a bite?” he asks without expecting an answer as eyes turn red with bloodlust and fangs show on his teeth. “do not worry, it would hardly hurt.”

vampire starters ; accepting ;   degemini       “What’s happening to me?!”

PERHAPS HIS TOUCH IS NOT WELCOME. but there is an urge inside him when he sees her upset, most likely due to his actions and Milton keeping him a secret for days. but he reaches over, his hands coming to contact with her own. real, warm, unlike those times they have touched while he wasn’t corporeal.        “My dear Elizabeth, nothing is happening or will happen to you. I’m quite real, and so are you. I can assure you that I never intended to harmed you.” and he reaches for her, hands squeezing her own as he steps closer, lowering his head so they are close in distance. “Elizabeth, look at me.”