Memento Mori
Death comes to all
§ William Reade


Vampire
Sep

No, it’s yours she said.
- Zachary Schomburg

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Sep

clayundermyfingernails:

Tisha found herself just nodding, clinging to the arm holding the needle as the world slipped away. She could feel everything disappearing, sliding out from underneath her, and it was bliss. Her hearing was going, if she heard the clicks, they were all far away, above the surface, and she was sinking. She wanted to thank him, but she didn’t have it in her anymore. All she could do was slump down against the couch again, her muscles finally relaxing, the deep creases in her face smoothing out. 

If he could make it like that forever, it wouldn’t be so bad, 

Then again, her blood was still flowing freely, and he had kept his distance. Maybe it would be like that forever. Maybe she’d never wake up. Her last thought, slipping into oblivion, was that there were worse ways to die than warm, safe with a friend. She’d seen them every night.

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            William could feel the
            exact moment when 
            Tisha slipped under, 
            could smell the sedative
            mingling in the air and 
            hear the slowing of her 
            heart, and the Vampire
            was motionless where
            he sat at her side. 

            His hand hesitated, but did not tremble as he 
            reached two fingers out, swiping them through 
            the blood that had pooled against her lips, just 
            below her nose. 

            Tisha had stopped bleeding but the scarlet that dyed
            his fingers was still warm. He stared at it for a full second
            before pushing it between his lips. 

                        There was a rumble emitted from 
                        his chest, low and predatory and 
                        William’s eyes went entirely black,
                        fangs extending in the same instant.
                        They dripped with venom, and any
                        humanity in him was burning away;
                        replaced by a base, feral want

                        And oh how sweet her blood tasted, 
                        mingled with his own and so much 
                        purer than the drug-soaked filth he 
                        normally choked down. How simple
                        it would be, to bite down into her,
                        to savor her lifeblood on his lips, to
                        roll a vein between fangs and tongue—
                        but not to kill her, not to drain, no, never—
                        Tisha would make a fine thrall, a finer
                        Vampire, indeed, she would be honored 
                        to be one of his own, the decedent of an Ancient—

      William’s fangs were centimeters 
      away from Tisha’s exposed neck
      when the pungent odor of the 
      sedative began to choke him. He 
      drew back with a cough, fangs 
      retreating but a snarl ripping from
      his lips as his eyes remained 
      monstrous. 

             In the next instant, he was gone. A slammed door and
             a misplaced wind the only evidence of William’s departure.

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Sep
casually leaves this here with little context
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Sep

castiing:

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            “— I know what I’m capable of. I seek to improve.”

      Aliya looks at the man, getting a decent glimpse. She would
      be going inside the house to try to get the flowers, and though
      this non-human is unfriendly, she has yet to determine if he is
      dangerous. She watches him curiously, wondering why he reacts
      the way he does to the dew from the vines.

            “— your sunny personality must have 
                 completely evaded me, sorry.”

             William only lets out a 
             soft humph at her tone.
             I never ceased to irk 
             him when humans 
             were sarcastic, and it 
             was with a dignified air
             that the Vampire tugged
             on kidskin gloves. 

             His hands now safely 
             protected William turned
             his eyes skyward, focusing
             on the flower she seems so
             intent on. It’s a simple matter,
             really, to follow the path of
             its stem and grasp the climbing
             vine just so and   p u l l

                            There’s a shower of dirt and leaves and
                            pebbles and in an antonym of his actions
                            just a moment ago: William plucks the 
                            flower from the space above this Stranger’s
                            head, studying it curiously. 

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9
Sep

clayundermyfingernails:

"Nothing. You can’t do a damn thing." Tisha whispered. "Some of them are older than you. They look like beasts, but they were old when you were born, and they know things we’ll never know." She was shaking violently now, a tremor working its way through her bones, barely able to hold her cigarette. "You can’t stop it. They’ll smell me eventually. It’ll be worse now. It’s all going to burn, William." She couldn’t call him Princey, not with what was in front of her. Not now. "Put me to sleep. Bury me. Seal me in stone. Their Gods will find me." There was something wet running down her lips down, her chin. Her nose was bleeding. 

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               She speaks and William
               plucks the shaking cigarette
               from her fingers, crushing
               the ember between his
               thumb and forefinger. 
               
               She shakes against him 
               and William’s jaw is set
               in a hard, angry line, lip
               curled with righteous
               indignation at the thought 
               of anything daring to be 
               more than he was, more 
               powerful, more ancient.

               She begins to bleed and 
               that’s when he is finally 
               prompted to action. He 
               rises, letting Tisha flop
               and tremble against the
               sofa. 

              There’s thunder in his movements as William
               rifles through his desk, fills a second needle 
               with a clear serum, and tries to breath through
               his mouth. For all his usual caution and restraint,
               the scent of Tisha’s blood so close to him was———   dangerous.
               William wasn’t a wrathful creature, it took a 
               great deal to provoke him beyond a sharp 
               word— But her blood, already enticing when
               it was thrumming beneath her skin, flowing
               freely as it was now tested the limits of 
               William’s control. 

                Hunger burned at his throat, the threat of 
                a Frenzy pressed remotely behind his eyes,
                and William had to pause— reaffirm his control
                before approaching his guest again. 

      “Tisha.” A hand on the side of 
                   her face. Cold, ancient
                   digits against young, 
                   fevered skin. William 
                   holds the needle in front
                   of her.
      “I am going to give
       you a sedative. It
       will let you sleep 
       until morning.” 

               He doesn’t wait for her assent, just stabs 
               the silver point into her vein and presses
               the serum into her body. She would be
               asleep within seconds. 
                   

6 days ago reblog
32
Sep

You all may have noticed a distinct lack of
regular activity, and it’s entirely due to an
increased workload for school. I initially thought
my assignments would smooth out and become
less frequent, but this doesn’t seem to be the case…

This week in particular is really heavy with essays
and quizzes and shit, and I also have extracurricular
activities that I can’t ignore.

This blog means the world to me, and I have
no intention to abandon it, but school has to
come first. I’ll try to be online on the weekends,
but for now I’ll only reply to current threads in 
order to wrap them up. With luck, I should be 
back to a sort-of regular activity in a few weeks.

Sorry guys! I still love you all~ 

1 week ago reblog
7
Sep

You all may have noticed a distinct lack of
regular activity, and it’s entirely due to an
increased workload for school. I initially thought
my assignments would smooth out and become
less frequent, but this doesn’t seem to be the case…

This week in particular is really heavy with essays
and quizzes and shit, and I also have extracurricular
activities that I can’t ignore.

This blog means the world to me, and I have
no intention to abandon it, but school has to
come first. I’ll try to be online on the weekends,
but for now I’ll only reply to current threads in 
order to wrap them up. With luck, I should be 
back to a sort-of regular activity in a few weeks.

Sorry guys! I still love you all~ 

1 week ago reblog
7
Sep

You all may have noticed a distinct lack of
regular activity, and it’s entirely due to an
increased workload for school. I initially thought
my assignments would smooth out and become
less frequent, but this doesn’t seem to be the case…

This week in particular is really heavy with essays
and quizzes and shit, and I also have extracurricular
activities that I can’t ignore.

This blog means the world to me, and I have
no intention to abandon it, but school has to
come first. I’ll try to be online on the weekends,
but for now I’ll only reply to current threads in 
order to wrap them up. With luck, I should be 
back to a sort-of regular activity in a few weeks.

Sorry guys! I still love you all~ 

2 weeks ago reblog
7
Sep

run for your life

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3
Sep

castiing:         

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            “— that’s right. And not ones to play around with.”

      She hasn’t looked at him yet, still wondering about the
      flowers… Maybe there is a way inside the old stone house
      to get to the window nearest to the vines.

            “— if you’ll be civil, we won’t have a problem. I know
                 that it’s rather unpleasant to be hit with a spell so
                 just chill the fuck out and quit being mister broody.”

     ”You’re quite confident.”

            It was just barely a compliment,
            mostly subtle derision and just
            a hint of a challenge. William 
            stopped next to her, following 
            her line of sight. An uncommon
            ivy clung stubbornly to the ruins
            of the old house, and William 
            faintly recalled that it’s leaves 
            could be used to make dye, 
            though he was confident the rest
            of it was unremarkable. 

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          He prods at one, curious until a 
          drop of cold water stings at his 
          fingertip. William scowls faintly. 

      “I’m hardly brooding, Miss.” 

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