#vamprism

That’s much i want to get away.

Is that too much to ask

                                                   ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ Jay hops the fence, landing in a dark alley. They let their eyes adjust before glancing around the small, narrow pathway. It was barely lit by the distant streetlamps and moonlight. Jay tugs on their belt, the slight rattle of items making themselves known for a slight second. They only packed essentials. A dagger, a crucifix and a crossbow. Food would risk giving off a scent, weigh them down even more. Jay needed to be agile, be able to follow a vampire if necessary. Their hand is constantly touching the hilt of their dagger, their eyes darting to each little flicker, each little movement. They avoid puddles from the recent rain, stalking out of the alley. Jay flips their hood up, covering their face as best as possible. This part of town was abandoned, worn down, still they didn’t want to risk being seen, recognized as human and attacked. Monsters lurk in this part of town, citizens usually avoid it. Old legends may want to sell the idea of vampires living in big, fancy castles, just simply because it sells, or it sounded dramatic. But those creatures, they lurk, Jay knows that all too well. Sure, it was downgrade going from the idea of a giant castle with way too many room one measly vampire could ever possible need to a dirty alleyway in between some buildings that seem to be falling apart, but it does fit. Those who don’t know the area could easily get lost here, and vampires could attack and feed. Each flickering lamp they pass doesn’t scare Jay, they only glance to the sounds coming from bushes or abandoned shops. As they find a ladder, they approach it. Jay’s gaze goes upward, nothing looking down on them other than the moon. Jay grabs their gloves, readjusting them on their hands. They climb as with low huffs of breathing, pushing themselves onto the roof. With a light step, Jay makes their way over the roof to another, eyeing the alleyways below. New strategy, new luck. Right? A chocked cry catches their attention, stopping midway on a roof. Jay turns, trying to figure out where the sound came from. There’s another sound, a dull sound of something hitting the ground. A grunt and some thuds, a yell. East, it came from the east.

(x)

*dracula flow voice* i'm sick in the head.

You chide her softly. If she keeps it up, her mouth will eventually start to scar. She simply smiles at your concern, her fangs retreating back into her mouth as she leans in to kiss you, the strange tang of her blood cold against your tongue.

happy valentines dayyyyy