#writer-reckless

It had been one long day and he all but welcomed the minute could exit the Hotel. Except when got the call about an new fledgling. Thanks to some rogue vampire in one of the bleeder dens. Sat crouched on the cemetery ground watching the unconscious new vampire. Bag of blood nearby as much tended to be annoyed by the situation. Was hoping to avoid another new fledgling who ran wild or provoked an nephilim into staking them. 

@writer-reckless​ liked for a creepy/halloween starter!

When she was a little girl, Katherine’s mother used to tell her some stories about the Halloween night. Once, she told her all the spirits were able to walk in the middle of the mortals in this particular day. She never forgot that.

Maybe, to honor the Petrova family, there she was, walking through the streets. Sometimes she even gave the children some candy she had on her purse, so bored she was.

And then, out of nowhere, she saw someone approach and try to scare her. Katherine smiled. "My turn." There was such a long time since she showed someone her real vampire face, she couldn't lost the opportunity.

does my muse consider themselves a romantic?

          “Look, I just find it fascinating, okay?” What he was investigating at the moment might have been dangerous, but that was more than likely what fascinated him about his choice of topic to research. And by research, he naturally had to get himself into the worst amount of trouble he could possibly manage, so here he was, arguing to keep doing what he loved to someone who couldn’t change his mind. “I don’t care if I get hurt or... whatever, I gotta keep searching for the truth.” Whatever being death, of course, but he didn’t voice such things, not around others. 

“I think that’s the sound of my patience pouring away,” Regina retorted, before she realised that, actually, there was a noise being made. “Wait, no, I do hear something…” She held up her hand, indicating for the person beside her to not make a single sound, and craned her head, trying to hear it a little better, but it was too distance and too infrequent. Holding her breath, Regina waited for the noise to come again, before something eventually broke the silence: the sound of her companion’s stomach growling.

Regina rolled her eyes and looked at them with the same unimpressed expression she had given Henry when he was five and found a farting joke funny. “It’s your stomach. You can’t seriously be that hungry? It sounds like a dragon roaming around in a cave”

Porferio sat on a high stump, legs swinging as he listened to the sounds around him. The human world was so unfamiliar, and he enjoyed learning and observing.