#vamprick

       “ARE THOSE FANGS, or are you just happy to see me?” 

NOT YOU.

           lanky arms wielded the large battle axe with ease;   she’s learned to welcome the cursed supernatural strength.   let it become her.   a fluid bone crushing,   gristle grinding clash had sanguine drenching hulking porcelain frame as roman takes down her assailant.  heel greets the man’s leg as he crumbles grotesquely toward the ground;   morbidly disfigured in the amass of flesh and blood.    ‘ fucking disgusting.   ’  comes the venom lathered murmur.  a leather adorned palm moves to wipe at the acrid sanguine staining her mouth.   subtle tremors taking statuesque figure as the fight of control wavers.  confident steps strike hyper aware senses; sharp features snapping toward the noise.  right.  how did one explain this?  the dude she just killed was some kind of child killer?  he ate them?   yeah, probably not. what about the battle axe in her hand?  .....weighing at least three times what she did. shite. fuck, fuck, fuck!!                               ‘   what the fuck do you want?  ’  good one roman.

@vamprick.

               ‘ well-- look who it is. ’  says the monarch with an ivory adorned smile.

“I never thought I’d meet a vampire”