louisanasheriff

[louisanasheriff]

"Well some vampires don't have that."

"No. Of Course not."

"I'm a thousand year old 20 year old with a lust for life."

[louisanasheriff]

@lilahemorgan

"...You know, you should state your business and do it promptly before my eyes wander at the many women in my vicinity."

[louisanasheriff]

"You expect me to give you anything for a trinket?

"I don't know if you know this but vampires are not in fact use to making trades for things. We take what we want and give very little in return. So unless you can give me a good reason why I shouldn't spill your blood with the knife?"

"The fact you'd ask me for anything is appalling. The last person that asked things of me got murdered by me. That should be an indicator in how well I take to requests."

"Speak words quickly before I become bored."

[louisanasheriff]

"Or I could merely watch you go around naked. I like entertaining that idea better," he smirks and there's a certain amount of smugness to his look that tells he's looking for a little rise out of her. "You're going to do as I say then."

He looks at her, his head tilted with a coy knowing look. "After all, you want me to be in control, you should be willing to play the part of the obedient girl."

He touches her skin, trailing from her neck down to her breasts and toying with the nipples to give it a little squeeze and tug. "If you want, I could make you mine."

Strange. She could just claim she was independent one moment and then come around a second time and tell him that she wanted to engage in debauchery with him. That she wanted him to rule over her in a more obscene way than she had ever felt. It was a quickened motion that had him tearing at her dress, leaving it to tatters and knowing she would very well proclaim that he was primal for it.

"You want me to take you?" It's soft but his fingers are exploring her body, exploring every exposed part of her now that he had shred that sundress away. He was quiet, contemplative as he stole another kiss and looked as though he might succumb to the touch himself. She was forbidden fruit and he was Adam.

His hand travels to trail to her hips, tugging her against him and bringing his neck to crane around hers and bite against exposed flesh with his fangs.

"You going to be good for me, Stackhouse?"

[louisanasheriff]

"No. Of Course not."

"I'm a thousand year old 20 year old with a lust for life."

"Well yes it is. I mean he had to have kids to have you eventually be a spawn of his kids."

[louisanasheriff]

Eric loved that he could get Jason Fucking Stackhouse the vampire hater of Bon Temp to fall under his hand. He took to holding him hostage under his touch. Stroking him faster, knowing he could go so fast that the other would be overwhelmed by the pleasure. He sinks down into his neck, sucking up the blood like Jason was his own personal juicebox.

"Look, that's what I want to hear," he peels away his own pants in a moment and he's lining him up against him...rubbing up against him to get the satisfaction of his own personal rise. He turns to look Jason in the eyes.

"You report to me now, Stackhouse. You belong to me." He whispers the words into his ear, and licks up his neck before slamming himself inside of the other with no preparation before hand. He wanted it to be a mix of pleasure and pain.

"You're mine, Jason."

"You're going to keep asking me for this," he motioned downward with his eyes, making sure Jason knew that he would stop if he didn't beg for his touch. Eric wanted Jason to question himself later, whether he truly enjoyed himself or was just forced into it. But then, why would he want that? Well, he wanted the conflict in Jason's mind.

He watched him buckle and bend at his touch and lusting for him further. Eric knew that he would enjoy himself. Jason had been a fang killer, he had known of his history. There was a trail of his activity prior. Now, though, now he was enjoying drinking from him like a juice box.

Stroking the man, he kept his activity on sucking his blood. His free hand popping his own pants open. They fell away quickly and it was obvious that Eric was well endowed. He was a Proud Viking and he had reason for it.

"You're going to love this. You're going to ask me to take you under...and take you fully and completely. To make you mine. You're going to ask or I'll take it all away."

[louisanasheriff]

Eric watched as his prodigy took to her first meal. He watched the fervor of which she took to her victim. He remembered his first kill under Godric and how quickly he took to the blood. He was a Viking dying on his pyre until he was given the true death and he drank the blood of his enemies. All across the globe, taking the blood of those that opposed him and Godric.

He was here with her now, Victorian London. Making a progeny of his own that would make Godric proud that he had finally passed on the gift of eternal night or at least he looked in his own way to think it. Truthfully Godric was a powerful vampire and had made his way across the world separate from Eric.

"You do not know the half of it. You will never grow old. You will never die. You have received the true death and nothing but the sun or a stake will keep you from ruling the world as your personal palace," he looked to her knowingly smiling in return. His look an exchange of hers. A predator acknowledging another.

"I have taken you into the night and you have accepted it's gifts," he looked to the blood on her lips and stole a kiss all at once, speeding to her and tasting the blood on her lips. "Delicious."

We eat the rich tonight.

The words spark like flint inside of her. Pam’s blue eyes widen first in surprise, then blossom into something wicked—delight, pure and raw. Her lips part in a grin that stretches slow and wide, revealing the gleam of her new fangs, aching now with fresh, terrible hunger. The thought of it—of sinking her teeth into the throat of the kind of man who once bought her hours—fills her with a giddy, feral joy.

A pale, dirt-streaked hand floats upward, almost of its own volition, and comes to rest against Eric’s chest. She gazes up at him. Desire, devotion, reverence—emotions she would scoff at if she could see them in herself, but now they flow through her freely, unchecked. ❛ Oh, Mr. Northman, you sure do know the way to a workin’ girl’s heart. ❜ she drawls, her voice low, husky, sin incarnate, ❛ I just knew I was gonna like bein’ yours. ❜ The words tumble from her lips, smooth and thick like honey, her accent lingering heavy over every syllable. Her half-lidded gaze devours him with new eyes, hungry not just for blood now, but for the life—the afterlife—he has gifted her.

When he begins to explain, she straightens a little, reluctantly peeling her hand from his arm. She listens, attentive and eager, a mischievous smirk playing at the corner of her mouth. ❛ It makes sense, ❜ she muses aloud, tipping her head. ❛ But you’d be surprised all the things a gal like me can do in a good pair a’ heels. ❜ The smirk blooms fully across her lips, and with a wicked glint in her eye, she bolts.

In a blink, she finds herself a hundred feet away, arms flailing slightly as she skids to an abrupt halt. She teeters, almost falling, but some new instinct snaps her upright. A sharp, delighted laugh bursts from her chest, wild and echoing through the darkness. She whirls around, seeing him—distant now—and without thinking, she runs back, faster, more reckless. Pam barrels into him, small and fierce, smacking into the immovable wall of his body. His strength steadies her, holds her upright, and she laughs again, softer this time—a trembling, almost giddy sound that bubbles up from somewhere deep and newborn inside her.

She clings to him for a moment longer than necessary, ❛ You’re filthy, ❜ she breathes, pulling back just enough to look up at him through dark lashes, a crooked smile playing on her plump lips. ❛ I’m filthy. ❜ Her gaze drops to herself, the ruined silk of her robe clinging to her body, stained with blood and dirt. ❛ There’s a lake not far from here, ❜ she murmurs, voice turning sly again, sparkling with mischief. ❛ It’s freezin’ this time of year…❜ She tips her chin up to him, daring. ❛ But somethin’ tells me that won’t be a problem for either of us. ❜

[louisanasheriff]

"I have one progeny, and I happen to find my non-beating heart twitch for her. But yes, in general baby vampires are annoying. I am Eric Northman, Sheriff of Louisiana's district five. I have been around a thousand years and I'm not sure I would turn anyone in particular at this current time."

"Though claiming humans is another story."

"Well yes, you're far older than I am if it serves correct after all, I'm a mere thousand while you've probably been fucking and fighting for older a million years," he teased, looking at him with a little pride in himself. "I bet you have many progenies."

[louisanasheriff]

"I simply indulge in people's sins," he raised his hand indicating the people gawking at the women. "I'm Eric Northman, Sheriff of District Five of Louisiana. And this fine establishment is Fangtasia."

( @louisanasheriff liked for a starter from Klaus Mikaelson )

"I understand that you are the owner of..." He looked around at the bar, its gaudy appearance and scantily clad women. "...this fine establishment. I thought it was time we meet. I am Klaus Mikaelson."

[louisanasheriff]

Will be on hiatus until further notice. Father is in the icu.

[louisanasheriff]

( @surviiivorus )

“ you.

even

though you’d look very hot

with blood on your lips. “

"I hardly think you should be complimenting my appearance without knowing the interior."

[louisanasheriff]

( @surviiivorus )

“ nah, you are too broody for things

like that. “

"Broody, who you calling broody?"

[louisanasheriff]

"Well yes, you're far older than I am if it serves correct after all, I'm a mere thousand while you've probably been fucking and fighting for older a million years," he teased, looking at him with a little pride in himself. "I bet you have many progenies."

@therelentless

"It's not everyday that you find yourself in a situation of fanning as though you were a mere fan and not a thousand year old vampire."

[louisanasheriff]

"Well yes it is. I mean he had to have kids to have you eventually be a spawn of his kids."

"I mean your grandfather had to have fucked to have you in the world?"

"Probably fucked a lot."

[louisanasheriff]

My muse is stressed/panicking! How does your muse relax mine?

[louisanasheriff]

Tell me what trait you think my muse is most notorious for?

[louisanasheriff]

My muse has fallen into an uncontrollable insanity! Have your muse send in “Hey...” to see what happens!