#minaharkerdailymirror

[thanklessindubai]

Armand let up. Yeah, he'd gotten a little carried away. But not too far. Tony's screaming broke into a kind of strangled moan and gasping. Armand let him sink to his knees.

"May I be frank with you, Anthony?" Armand asked. But it wasn't really a question. "I can't stand you already. Imagine if you lived forever? I don't think so. Do you want to live? Or do you want to die?"

Tony, his hands shaking, reached up and touched the wound on his neck, horrified at the blood. He was pale and his lips were turning blue. "You didn't do 'no pain'."

"I didn't? Oopsie-poopsie. If you consent to have your memories altered, I'll let you leave here with your life. I'll even tip."

Mina wasn’t mad at Armand, she was mad at the dipshit standing in front of her with zero survival skills. He was one of those that made her regret her vow to protect innocents. Unfortunately that didn’t come with an IQ number

Then when he said “like the book” Mina was officially done with the situation. This wasn’t a fantasy for some freak, this was their reality and he had no idea what he was asking

She stared coldly at first, watching him flail around and try to escape, but when he started screaming she felt her resolve break a bit. And she paled and started shaking, “Armand”

[symphonyofmalice]

[ DODGE ]: sender tackles the receiver out of the way of an attack.

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Nicolas was walking along, caught up in his own thoughts, when someone tackled him from behind. "Bon sang-?!" he exclaimed, native French slipping out in the moment of surprise. He tried to lift his head to look around, see what the hell was going on. He hoped that, if he scraped himself up on the sidewalk, there's no injuries visible enough to see healing in real time. "What was that for?" he hisses to the woman on top of him, trying English.

[bitterdeathtoswallow]

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He could tell that the man before him was a woman and not a man at all.

Lestat sat at a poker table, hoping to gather a bit of spending money for his trip across the Atlantic, towards where he hoped to settle in Saint Louis. He wasn't sure why he had joined the place. The words 'Saint Louis' had been repeating in his head as of late, beckoning him.

This woman before him felt 'off'. There was a sense of the vampiric about her, but something about it was wrong. She did not have the changed eyes of the damned. Instead, her human eyes remained.

Was there vampiric blood running through her veins?

He made the world around them stop.

"What are you?"

[stainedbythemoon]

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Shar's hands were shoved deep in the pockets of her worn-out jacket, sighing as she walked about in town. The night was quiet and she liked it, feeling like it gave her a moment to breathe. Her boots scuffed against the sidewalk as she turned a corner, hearing footsteps nearby. She seemed to be walking with purpose toward her. The scent was odd, strange to her. She decided to play it off. "You out for a late night stroll too?"

[beautifulsavagegarden]

Lestat was well aware that Dracula had been a particular type of brute that was very different from the other vampires in the world that he inhabited. They did stalk their prey depending on the type of kill but they did not generally toy with them as Mina and her friends had been toyed with. He viewed that with almost as much contempt as he viewed the concepts of fate and destiny.

"That is one term that could be used for him. He should be grateful that I never met him." Lestat didn't think that he would have been able to destroy such a great evil as that easily but it wouldn't have been impossible. The rage of a vampire motivated by passion and the ancient blood that he carried in his veins certainly shifted the scales more in his favour.

"I wish I could do more than that Mina." He sighed and kissed her again, just a small, friendly peck as it was on the lips. He was deeply fond of Mina and, as wretched as her situation was at times, he was thankful that she wouldn't die easily or quickly. They had many years ahead of them in their friendship and it was reassuring. His heart had been broken too many times before.

"What did you have in mind?" He asked, his voice carrying that touch of seductive mischief that characterised the majority of his existence.

"You are the most perfect and beautiful thing I've ever seen."

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Lestat laughed, agreeing with her statement to a degree. He really was beautiful yes and almost perfect. The blood had done it's work over the years and modern styling had certain helped. Lestat never thought he would have had his hair in such a style but it worked. He had to give his stylist that credit.

"If you think I am perfect, you should see my former partner. There never was a more beautiful creature than him."

[molloybois]

Investigations

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Daniel Molloy was not a private investigator. He was a journalist. And if that little shit, Armand, wanted to investigate vampire related killings then he should very well do it himself!

But Armand kept Daniel clean.

Armand kept Daniel fed and housed and relativly safe.

So, he slipped out into the night with a cigarette between his lips as he looked into the deaths of three young men who had been drained of blood and left for the public to find like works of gory art.

And he had just found a fourth victim.

"Fuck."

He sighed as he moved in closer, trying not to leave evidence but to also see what he could find. The police wouldn't solve this. He needed to find the vampire responsible and leave it to Armand to handle.

[twistedtangledfate]

x

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Erik didn't even look at her, still focusing on his work. His attention was somewhat split between his work and his guest of sorts, but he had enough capability to do both. He had been designing for many years after all and he was merely editing pre-existing designs, perfecting what had already been created as such.

"I have more in my repertoire than the ability to blackmail or cajole others." He didn't raise his voice, hunched over his desk in order to place the finer details on the parchment. He was not going to deny that he had done those things and more. He was a Master of Illusion but that did not mean that he indulged in every one of them. There were some illusions that he would not invest time in and the depths of his immorality was one of those.

[devourcr]

the body goes limp in his arms, a gentle death, welcomed on both sides. for the vampire who needed to feed and for the human who opened their arms to death, who fell into it like falling in love with the reaper himself. he positions them carefully on the lobby sofa where they still looked peaceful — as if asleep.

it’s bold, isn’t it? though private enough hushed away in their corner until he’d heard mina.

❝ why do I feel like there’s always a body between us? ❞ he asks, standing, a wry smile coming to his features. ❝ don’t rouse attention, come with me, ❞ he wants to be clear of the body, before anyone notices ( despite how he’d already used the mind gift on the other mortals nearby, they’d never remember him ).

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[kidfrommodesto]

🫳  to  put  a  comforting  hand  on  my  muse's  shoulder.

He hadn't seen Mina in a spell, and honestly hadn't expected her to show up on his doorstep looking like she just came from being an extra in Carrie. He had offered her a shirt while he threw her bloodied clothes in the laundry. Once she was out of the shower he found her sitting at his kitchen table, pouring her a drink he put a comforting hand on her shoulder, "want to talk about it?"

[aranostra]

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It was a matter of time, of course.

Louis' hunting has been too flagrant, no matter how much Armand cleans up after him. Anyone who knows what to look for could see it. Not the police, of course. What do they care about queer junkies disappearing from the street? They do it themselves whenever they have a chance. Not the grieving families, probably feeling better off rid of these unfortunates. Not any of the boys themselves until it is too late.

He has sensed that moment, time and time again, while he observes from afar. They have been taken in by a beautiful man. A man of means. A man who gives them drugs and seduces them. A man with sad, strange eyes, who is searching for something to heal him. Some of them think this is the way I escape the life I have found myself in. And they are right, but they realize in that last second of their brief lives that it was not in the way they hoped.

Louis, oblivious to being watched as he hunts, not knowing that Armand even know is protecting him. He's found a sweet one that keeps smiling at him. Twenty-three years old. Grew up in Oakland. Has a mother back there who he calls every night and never tells about the things he gets up to. He won't be calling her tonight.

Armand leaves the boy's mind alone and focuses on the one who does not belong here. The one who has been watching his Louis.

"I don't think you're his type," he says to her, as he finds a place next to her. "I think, perhaps, you should leave."

[vampvoices]

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It had been a few months since everything changed that night at the penthouse. Louis had picked up smoking again after many decades. He was not sure if it actually helped or not, he just did it. Other than those still working for him, he hadn't had many visitors. He had spoken to Daniel a few times, discussing a possible visit in the future to be arranged. Mina's visit was discussed a week prior.

He was in the middle of some rearranging, and redecorating, however one wants to perceive it. Some art was down and replaced, others were covered, some things in various states of disarray - but other than that, it looked mostly normal. They would stay in the living or dining room. He lit a cigarette as he walked toward the door to greet her, hearing her thoughts as she came closer. The cigarette was held at his side as he saw her, nodding and giving a smile.

"Glad you could make it."

[thanklessindubai]

Happy valentine's day my love. I've given you a small fountain so you can do your water experiments. It's slightly bigger than the one you already have. AND it has settings.

Thank you, my darling. And for my gift, I have endeared you to a whitetail fawn who will be visiting the house to adore you.

♡🦌Happy Valentines Day. (◡ ‿ ◡ ✿) ♡

[beautifulsavagegarden]

X

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Armand smiled when he saw that fire in her eyes. It was part of what had drawn him to her in the first place. His statement had been bold and had been fairly non specific and he could easily pluck her concerns from her mind. He didn't care about the man in the park. He didn't particularly care about any flirtations within the coven. It was impossible to avoid such things and he had regularly engaged in them himself. He was not asserting his dominance within his position of power but rather referring to their entanglement.

"Your presence in my bed is evidence enough. If you are uncomfortable with such a claim however then that can change." He smiled at her, that softer smile that was only present when in private. "I would have thought you'd have welcomed such an assertion."

[symphonyofmalice]

“Rumor”

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"One of them screams at people in the streets sometimes. Grabs people, shakes them like a madman, ranting on about the vampires being real. Crying about it. You think they pay him for it? To drum up an audience?"

[bitterdeathtoswallow]

[ rip + clothing ]   your muse tearing a piece of clothing off my muse. (Lestat? Lestat+Louis?)

They were trying again. This was it. They were going to do this. To try for another baby.

Lestat ripped open Mina's blouse as Louis slowly slipped it off her shoulders.

"Last chance to back out."

[mischiefandnightmares]

David (but only if you want. I know we got a million)

Stater Call

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David leaned back in the bed. His arms crossed behind his head. Staring at the ceiling. Waiting. Her room was not as exciting as he had hoped. It was basic, bare bones. He had gathered from the landlord that she was renting short term. But most people by now would have put some decoration up. Family photos, knickknacks. Something.

Hearing the door open he glanced down at the entry. It was her. The vampire flashed a cheeky smile. "I was wondering if you wanted to out for take out."