𝖈𝚘͟𝚞͟𝚗†   𝕯𝐑͟𝐀͟𝐂͟𝐔͟𝐋͟𝐀   ╋━

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ i condemn you to living 𝐝𝖾͟𝖺͟𝗍͟𝗁. to 𝐞͟𝐭͟𝐞͟𝐫͟𝐧͟𝐚͟𝐥 hunger for living 𝔟𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝. ⠀⠀    ⠀

remember to romanticize vampirism today

so give them blood, blood, gallons of the stuff give them all that they can drink and it will never be enough

“ I have no reason to fear your two little baby teeth, ” slowly pulling her hand from his, resuming washing the blood from her skin. “ any blood you could drink from me is long spoiled. you would harm yourself more than you would harm me. ” a monster he might not see, but a

“ of course. ” beneath the surface of her touch he can feel the truth of her strength. it lies in wait, yet it is there all the same. somehow she is a standing freak of nature ; not living. not able to die. not gentle like a human. often violent like an animal.

the sensation is bizarre. the blood she carries is still warm from its living victim, yet her limbs are pallid and cold to the touch. it is obvious as soon as she is under scrutiny that her flesh is dead—- that her blood runs cold and that her heart does not beat.

well—- the corpse raises a hand, allowing warm blood to trickle from her fingers and run from her palm.

is he so desperate for nutrition that he’ll take strange blood that came from any and everywhere?

washing blood from her hands. it was a long night.