#vampire writing

[the-cypress-grove]

So, You Want To Write Vampires...

Here's a basic list of things to do/consider when approaching this creature.

Source Material

Go back to the origins. Almost every culture around the world has a story or myth containing cannibalism / blood drinking. You may want to base your origin story for vampires on one of these. This can also give you some ideas about what traits and abilities you might want to include that have been written out of modern fiction. It could help you add a unique twist.

2. Vampire Fiction

Vampires have been popping up in fiction for a very long time. Read The Vampyre by John Polidori (thought to be one of the first books written on vampires). Check out Carmilla by Sheridan Le Fanu (the lesbian vampire story that came out before Dracula). Speaking of, Dracula is a classic.

Look at modern fiction. Vampire Academy, Twilight, Vampire Diaries, True Blood, A Dowery of Blood, Crave. Read the good and the bad. Learn what qualities you like and which you will not use.

Make a list of things you like and things you don't.

3. Themes

Writing vampires brings a lot of themes surrounding mortality, immortality, morality, and at what point do we draw the line between what is human and what is other. These themes are integral to a vampire story whether you're writing a gothic horror, a paranormal romance, or a YA. There are a lot of links between cannibalism / blood drinking and love, vampires and LGBTQIA+ characters / coding.

4.Pick your traits

Vampires tend to be unique to the writer. The vampires in Twilight work differently to the vampires in The Vampire Diaries to the vampires in Dracula.

By this point you should have a list of possible traits and abilities you might want to give your vampires. My advice: tailor it to your genre. If you're writing a horror go with the traditional vampire abilities, give them the things that scare you. Think Nosferatu. If you're writing romance, then you might want to soften the traditional vampire traits in the way you find frequently in modern vampire media.

What you choose is up to you.

5. Origins

This is often overlooked in vampire stories but how did your vampires come into being? Who was the first vampire? Is this vampire still alive? How far back do vampires go as a species?

This could affect your vampires in terms of relationships with others of their kind, their powers, their strength.

This might not impact on your plot but, in terms of worldbuilding, if you intend to turn your book into a series then this could be very important going forward.

6. Society

Unless you're writing about the first ever vampire you're probably going to be writing about an established vampire population who will have their own laws, their own history, their own leadership, their own customs. This is an important piece of worldbuilding. It will affect your characters relationships, add conflict to the plot, create established enemies and can be used to raise the stakes.

7. Nocturnal Life

If you're following a traditional burn-in-the-sun vampire and they haven't found a way around this then you need to determine the night life of your setting. What is there for your vampires to do at night?

8. Feeding, Hunting, and Bloodlust

This will affect the level of gore in your story as a lot of the bloody parts in your story will take place through feeding and hunting. This will also determine your vampire population.

You need to decide how much your vampires need to feed, how often they need to do so, and what they can feed on. Do they drink animal blood? Is that possible? Do they drink human blood? Can they drink from blood bags? Do they need the blood fresh? If they need human blood do they need all of it?

The less a vampire feeds, the larger a population you can have in one area as it attracts less attention.

What happens when your vampires are hungry? What does their bloodlust look like? How does it affect a vampire? Is the amount of bloodlust a vampire experiences determined by how old the vampire is?

9. Threats

Unless your vampires are well and truly endless there will be ways to kill them and they will have enemies. Do these enemies take the shape of humans, of other vampires, or another species entirely? How can your vampires be killed? What other species are out there?

[saraswritingtipps]

Unleash Your Inner Vampire: Tips for Writing Vampire

1. Study Vampire Legends and Lore: Immerse yourself in vampire mythology and folklore from various cultures. Familiarize yourself with popular vampire tales, historical references, and the diverse interpretations of these immortal creatures.

2. Immortality and Eternal Life: Explore the themes of immortality, longevity, and the consequences that come with eternal life. Delve into the existential questions, moral dilemmas, and emotional complexities that arise from living through the ages.

3. Supernatural Abilities and Weaknesses: Define the unique set of supernatural abilities and weaknesses your vampires possess. Consider powers such as superhuman strength, speed, heightened senses, and the need for blood as sustenance. Establish the vulnerabilities, such as sunlight, garlic, holy symbols, or wooden stakes, that can be used against them.

4. Bloodlust and Temptation: Portray the powerful and primal urge vampires have for blood. Describe the inner struggle to maintain control, resist temptation, and reconcile their predatory nature with their humanity. Explore the psychological and moral conflicts that arise from their insatiable thirst.

5. Immortal Society and Clans: Create a complex social structure and hierarchy within the vampire community. Develop vampire clans or covens, each with their own traditions, rules, and relationships. Explore the dynamics between older, more influential vampires and newly turned ones.

6. Nighttime Environments and Atmosphere: Craft a vivid portrayal of the vampire's nocturnal world. Describe the allure of moonlit nights, mysterious gothic settings, and the ethereal beauty that accompanies their existence in the shadows.

7. Vampire Origins and Transformations: Establish the origins and methods of vampiric transformation in your story. Explore the lore behind their creation, whether through a bite, a curse, or a supernatural event. Consider the physical and emotional changes that occur during the transformation process.

8. Hunting and Feeding Rituals: Delve into the rituals and methods vampires employ when hunting for blood. Describe their seductive charm, mesmerizing allure, and the art of choosing and mesmerizing their prey. Showcase the duality of violence and sensuality that accompanies their feeding.

9. Humanity and Redemption: Allow your vampire characters to grapple with their lost humanity and the possibility of redemption. Explore their desires to reconnect with their past, form meaningful relationships, or find purpose beyond their existence as predators.

10. Vampire Hunters and Threats: Introduce conflicts and adversaries that challenge your vampires' existence. Include vampire hunters, rival factions, or other supernatural creatures that pose a threat to their secrecy and survival.

Remember to infuse your writing with atmospheric descriptions, emotional depth, and explore the complexities of the vampire's existence. Let your imagination soar as you delve into the captivating world of vampires.

[sonderrealization]

lil drabbley thing :P with a vampire bf :P a bit of nsfw towards the middle

vampire bf who so longingly holds you in his arms, as if you'd slip away with the lightest movement.. wrapped up in your embrace threatening never to let you go, perhaps even whispering sweet nothings into your ear

vampire bf who treats you like royalty, like you were made to be worshipped by his hands, something so fragile was never meant to be treated roughly..

vampire bf who spoils you rotten, his riches all for you to spend. any luxury you want, he'll buy, he'll give you anything.

vampire bf who'd happily cook for you if you wanted, didn't you say you wanted that complicated meal but were too tired to make it?

vampire bf who cares only for your pleasure. you have all the power even if he's in 'control', just beg him with that honey sweet voice of yours and he'll do just about anything. he lives to pleasure you in all the ways you've ever wanted, just please please please don't make him stop, you sound so pretty calling his name.

vampire bf who has the best aftercare, even if you're spent where you can't even function on your own, he'll take care of you. give you all the loving and cuddles you deserve, after a good bath and massage to soothe your body.

vampire bf who rarely indulges in your sweet blood, saying he could "never feed off of someone so magnificent", fearing he lose control the moment he finally, finally gets a taste... though hearing your blood coursing through your veins, your heart pumping your pretty, warm, body with its nectar, it was such a temptation. though, if you really begged and gave him puppy eyes, he would. how could he possibly resist?

vampire bf who is eternally yours, who could never see a future without you even in death, you're his one and only. why would he dare to live past the day your light leaves this earth?

[writerbeemedina]

I’m so sick of this angsty teenage vampire romance bullshit. Gimme vampires who become foster parents for centuries’ worth of generations of children. Gimme vampires who were turned as children so that they have to go to a special daycare for the rest of their immortal lives. Gimme vampire teachers who can rewrite history textbooks because of how they lived through those times. All that potential wasted on toxic relationships smh.

[explosivehrt]

i trapped you, a vampire, a wretched, vile creature. i kept you chained outside all night, sitting and watching, stake in hand, but i wanted you to suffer. because you are a monster, dangerous, deadly, hellspawn and this is what i live for, for it is what i have been told must be done ever since i was a child, its religon at this point, purpose, what i was made for. i sat for hours and listened to you snarl and then- as the sky started to lighten- beg. for a moment, i really believed you were scared.

fear, a terrifyingly human thing. but you, a thing with fangs and crusted blood on your chin, you are no person, you are not capable of such a thing. fear. let alone hope. and yet. and yet you spoke of the years you had seen in an attempt to sway me. you told me your life story, of your hopes and dreams and travels and all that you've witnessed and learned of the universe. you said you were worthy of life, as if you're not a still, undead thing with a silent heart. inevitably, your words and blood-tears got to me, and i doubted suddenly everything i had ever been told, of monsters and devils and irredeemable beasts, of creatures and killers. but all you do is feed and here i am, a hero, i've told myself, and yet i'm about to immolate you to what? to prove a point? to teach you a lesson? to you or.. no, to myself? i was taught that this was right, that it was required, but why? have i just stumbled into an inescapable destiny dumped onto me, down generations? what if all ive been told came from a twisted game of telephone, or was it just lies, so much of my life, of the knowledge ive learned has suddenly been proved wrong.

your story has touched my heart and i see the raw fear in your eyes and i see the truth. we are the same. just unlucky monsters doomed by the order of the world and the primal urge to survive. i see you, for not a monster, but a fearful, desperate soul the same as i, and one that i ache to know. i want to relearn the world, find out the truths, i want you to teach me, i want you to forgive me for this night and for humanity's cruelty and i want to travel by your side as you show me the far off lands you spoke of. i want to be your friend, maybe i want to offer my blood to you, just to know how it feels. maybe i want to taste my blood on your lips, see how human you can be, or maybe how animal i can. maybe i even ache for you to sink your teeth into my neck and take me, so that i may discover a whole new world and forsake those that led me down this road of bigotry and horror as i throw down the wooden stake in my grip.

but i'm too late, you're screaming, skin turning to ash. i've realized that i love you but the sun is rising and you are burning alive.

[knifwp]

Prompt #43

The two young vampires were best friends. So one drunk night as they were lying on the floor. They started describing each other because they couldn’t see their reflections.

[bardicbeetle]

side wounds - Vee the Vampire

Happy Valentines Day, please enjoy Vee getting one of his ribs prized out of his chest <3 content warnings: vampire typical violence, mild gore

“Hush, cooperate and you might see the sunrise yet.” It’s lying to him again. What a delight. He’d say at least he’s not alone anymore—but it would almost be preferable to this. The words had been prompted by an outcry he couldn’t hold back—and one that is currently being threatened with a follow up of either screaming or cursing or vomiting and—

—fuck fuck fuck its hand twists against the spot it’s pressed into, where Vee knows he has at least one broken rib and the movement lights his whole chest on fire with pain.

Screaming ends up winning out.

At least until the monster’s other hand grabs his face, shoving two fingers into his open mouth far enough to make him gag, biting down in an attempt to make them withdraw or at the very least go still. The grip makes him think of Galen—lower half of his jaw torn off, two thirds of a head to be kicked across the floor. It wouldn’t be hard from here, two fingers in his mouth, thumb pressing under his chin so hard Vee can feel the push of it under his tongue.

“Nasty little things aren’t they, broken bones.” It’s still too dark for Vee to see much, but it sounds like it’s smiling. Voice still melodic and soft. Almost a salve to the pain, discouraging the thoughts that urge him to be afraid. “Bite all you want, angel. My hands are harder than your teeth.”

Vee thought when it came back it was going to kill him.

Hoped it was going to kill him.

Kill him just to get out of this room smelling stronger and stronger of the rot pouring from the cabinet. Just to stop the pain—of which he could take his pick, the dull ache in his chest that sharpened each time he drew breath, the incessant gnawing of hunger and its close friend thirst, which he would gladly succumb to before long if it just meant end, if it meant rest.

But no.

The monster had appeared, crouched over him with a candle in one hand that Vee had smacked away in his startled flailing. Plunging only himself into darkness as the thing fell on him, its hands digging into his sides, sharp nails piercing through cloth into skin, sharper teeth in his throat like needles of ice. He thought it was going to kill him.

But it had stopped. Drawn back to its crouch and left him bleeding on the floor again.

And then it is on him. Different, further back. A knee pressed into his chest. Vee doesn’t dare move, hardly breathes. Its fingers searched along his flesh until it found what it seemed to be looking for.

Pushing a flat palm hard into his ribcage—

—and this is where he ended up.

Held still and half-quiet by the jaw while nails—sharp nails, but still only nails—dug through his side as though he were a fish to be gutted and boned. Breathing ragged and uneven as the thing slowly sinking its hand into him whispered false comforts that he nearly believed.

It’s hard to think.

Spit runs down his chin, sweat coats the rest of his face, his side is warm and wet with his own blood. It’s strange. He can feel the ragged edges of the hole torn into him, feel movement as his muscles convulse and riot at the intrusion, hear the awful wet sounds whenever the monster adjusts its hand. But it’s not until he actually feels it take hold of a rib that the pain comes back, like a white hot spearhead of agony that the obstruction of his mouth can’t fully quiet.

“Ah, shhh, quiet angel—” Vee’s near gagged cries cut off into silence, “—it’s almost done. You wouldn’t want this catching on your lungs—” There are a pair of sickening wet snaps that he feels more than hears, and a slow pulling as the hand now clutching his fully broken rib withdraws from the cavity it had dug. The sharp edges of split bone catching on his already ruined flesh, little fireworks along his nerves, almost pleasant in comparison to the rest. “—there you are. Beautiful.”

It's cold.

Air touches parts of him it should never touch.

Though the same could be said for the hand.

All at once it releases him, vanishing back into the shadows. Whatever it had been whispering that dampened the pain went with it, and Vee rolls onto his side, retching and heaving with nothing to spill. There is a clatter, and a brief stirring of air as one of the tall candleabras is lit behind him.

Vee doesn’t look.

He would like to keep his nightmares free from whatever that thing looks like with his blood smeared across its face and hands. So he stays where he is, curled on the cold stone floor, the hole in his side still pouring red heat out below him.

He is alone again, or he is going to pretend that he is for his own goddamn sanity.

In the room now both rotted and bloodied.

He is going to die here.

Another clatter as something hits the ground beside his head. Close enough that he doesn’t need to move from where he is curled in on himself, nor even shift his head to see.

His rib.

Soft white against grey.

Licked clean.

He is going to die here.

@flyingbananasaur / @abalonetea / @meatandboneasmr / @captain-kraken / @albatris / @excessive-vampires / @booptasticbadonkadonk

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[cotton-turtle]

Vampires are often changed from media to media, but there're a few rules that literally cannot be changed or else your vampires are stupid/weirdly kid friendly

Vampires must be hurt by sunlight. Usually, this is instantly disintegrating into ash. Other times, it's like sticking your arm into a fire 4 times as hot as a normal one, but not instant. Sometimes, only the part that gets hit will be damaged, not the whole body. Rarely, it will just be extremely painful, but not lethal. No matter what though, sunlight must be excruciating.

Vampires must have heightened bodies. Not every sense has to be heightened, but they do need to be. Smell is mandatory, their vision has to at least be better in darkness, but it's the writer's choice if they have better hearing. Along with this, they have to be faster and/or stronger.

Vampires must feed, and only human will suffice. Vampires are carnivores. They're made to eat human meat. We are vampire's natural prey. Vampires can survive off of other meat, but it's a bit like eating beyond burgers for us: not a perfect substitute. Vampires can eat vegetation, but it's a bit like eating chocolate for us: edible, but nutritionally useless.

I've found that if your vampires follow these rules, no one will complain with your own creative choices, like if crosses, stakes, or garlic are anything special, or if they can turn into bats or enter homes without asking. Of course, if you're making something for little kids, you can probably throw 1 and 3 out, but know that it will be OBVIOUSLY kid friendly, to the point of being obnoxious to older audiences if you're not careful.

[doorlampwrites]

Jealous

Whumpee A hated how much they loved having fangs in their neck.

For once in their pathetic, lonely life, they stole every ounce of attention. Hands gripping their body, breath dusting over their throat. Pain, yes, but a small price to pay in the name of attention.

But it all stopped once Whumper brought home Whumpee B. Whumpee A wasn't sure why—didn't they taste good? Didn't they comply? Were they not good enough?

Whumpee B cried that day, and the day after. Whumpee A let them hug them (they weren't so heartless as to deny them that comfort), but they couldn't help but resent... all of this.

"It's dinner time," Whumper sang.

Whumpee B tightened their grip on Whumpee A.

"Please give them a break," Whumpee A said. "You've fed on them the last four nights."

"Well, they've only been here four nights," Whumper said. "I need to break them in."

"They've been broken in enough." A hard edge found its way into Whumpee A's tone.

Whumper raised an eyebrow. "I hope you aren't trying to tell me what to do."

Whumpee A stiffened. "No. Of course not."

"Then bring them over." Whumper sat down on the sofa against the far wall, making a show of getting comfortable.

Whumpee A swallowed. Alright. This was fine. They could do this.

Whumpee A looked down to see Whumpee B staring at them, not blinking at all.

"It's okay," Whumpee A said. It wasn't okay. "It's one more bite." They didn't know that. "I'll be there the whole time."

Whumpee A wrapped their arms around Whumpee B, standing them both up. They weren't going to wait for Whumpee B to do it on their own. Neither of them had that kind of time.

Whumpee A directed them over to Whumper, gently pushing them onto the sofa. Whumper wasted no time before running a hand through their hand, smiling viciously.

"Thank you, Whumpee A," they said, not taking their eyes off of Whumpee B. "You're dismissed."

Whumpee A's heart froze. "What?"

"Don't make me repeat myself."

The two words echoed in Whumpee A's head. Would it be like this every night? Thrown aside for the new toy, just kept around as an extra set of hands?

Whumpee A found themself walking out the door. Somehow, this was worse than watching. Their presence wasn't even needed. The one purpose they had in life had disappeared, just like that.

[momolady]

Florenz the Vampire Bat

An arranged marriage and a regal manor where sunlight cannot come in, sounds like it could be a nightmare. But it isn't, only in theory is this a bad situation for you to be in. The bite of reality is much better.

Female Reader x Male Monster (both cis)

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From your window you can look down upon the village you once called home. At night, the windows twinkle and shine from the lights within each home. In total darkness it almost appears as if the sky has nestled upon the ground, gathering itself between the cracks and nooks of the rocky mountainside. You are supposed to be within those craggy pathways, walking yourself to the market to buy the children pears and treats for all their hard work. Instead, you are in Florescu castle with a new master.

Stepping away from the window, you let the heavy curtains fall back into place. The curtains are to always remain closed, so the castle is always in the bounds of night. You walked back towards your bed, crawling in to pull the covers up and fix the pillows back in place.

As you set things right, pillows and stuffed toys, the door opened and Ms. Nita stepped in. She saw you making the bed and she tutted like always.

“Now, now! My lady!” She came in and shooed you off the bed. “You need not be taking care of that anymore. I’m shocked you even do.” She smoothed her hand down the comforters and looked back at you with those strange wide eyes of hers’.

You looked aside with a small shrug. “I don’t mind making it.”

Ms. Nita sighed, placing her hands upon her hips as she turned towards you. “You do a fine enough job, but it’s my job you are doing. I promised our lord to take good care of you.”

A small scowl appeared on your face and Ms. Nita took hold of your chin. “I know that no girl is fond of an arranged marriage. But chin up my dear. It could be worse. There are worse houses than the Florescu house to marry into.”

You looked Ms. Nita in her slightly bulbous eyes and removed her hand. “It isn't the marriage.”

“Then what’s the sour puss look about?” Ms. Nita went over to your wardrobe and took out clothing for you.

The dress she picked was much finer than the one before. Somehow your wardrobe was a vast and endless sea of pretty dresses in delicate patterns and soft pastels. You crossed your arms along your chest, rubbing your palms along your bare skin. The castle wasn’t cold, in fact it was always perfectly warm. But you still got chills every morning when you would meet your new husband for breakfast.

“Come now. Get dressed and I’ll do your hair.” Ms. Nita was a peculiar sort of woman. She was extremely pale, short, and round. But she was a miracle worker with your hair. She was able to take the tight curls you grew and style it carefully with thought. She had been given the job of taking care of you in the castle. And while the official weddings had taken place, your new husband had other traditions e wished to follow before he considered you both completely wed.

Breakfast wasn’t held in the dining hall. Instead, you took it in your husband’s chambers. He had a large table set up before his fireplace, and Ms. Nita would serve you both then leave to let you two be alone.

That morning as you walked in, you noticed your new husband standing before the fireplace. He was wearing a bright blue robe with golden stars carefully stitched all over it.

Ms. Nita scoffed as she stepped in with the breakfast cart. “You aren’t even dressed, my lord.”

He turned from the fireplace and the robe fell from his right shoulder. The fire glowed about his dark fur, and one of his clawed hands rested upon the downy fluff of his chest. “I slept awful, Ms. Nita. How am I supposed to face my gorgeous bride when I have not had an ounce of beauty sleep-” He stopped dead when he saw you standing by the table.

He quickly lifted up his robe over his shoulder and a soft smile appeared on his face. “I am to be taken off guard apparently.”

“You didn’t sleep well, Forenz?” You asked and took your seat at the table.

Florenz’s dark eyes shifted around before he moved towards his chair. “I hope you rested well at the very least.”

Ms. Nita placed food upon the table, shaking her head slowly.

“I slept,” you answered plainly. You were keeping a cool front, but inside it felt like your soul was being ripped to shreds. Your chest was tight and your stomach was in knots.

Florenz had no clue as to how you felt. “That’s good. I am glad to hear such good news.” He smiled at Ms. Nita as she placed a solitary cup before him. Meanwhile you had small plates placed in front of you as well as a pot of tea.

Ms. Nita left the room and only the sound of the crackling fire was left.

Florenz picked up his cup and glanced inside. You picked at your food, too anxious to eat, but knowing you must perform or else he might catch on.

“I know technically it isn’t morning. At least, not from what you are used to.” Florenz murmured as he gazed into his cup. “It will get easier once you acclimate. I am sorry you have to do that too. But being what I am, I have no choice over my schedule.” He laughed then quickly shut himself up.

You looked up from your plate, seeing a yellow gleam to his eyes from the light of the fire. His bat-like appearance didn’t bother you, not like they thought it would. The village saw all sorts of creatures wandering through it. You had grown up seeing them hiding and staring from the rocks and behind trees, as well as walking along the same streets you did.

“Are you adjusting well?” Florenz asked. “I mean, I know you are used to a certain lifestyle, a certain affluence, and I am trying to provide that comfort to you.”

“What do you mean? You’re far richer than the Domitry family.” You quickly shut your mouth and cleared your throat.

Florenz nodded, looking back down into his cup. “Yes, well, even that can take some getting used to. But you’ve barely asked me for anything aside from art supplies. You don’t need to be afraid to ask me for anything.”

“I don’t need much,” you murmured.

Florenz sighed and leaned back into his chair. His robe once again fell away from his shoulder. “Don’t take this the wrong way, dear wife, but I had expected you to be much more spoiled than you are.”

You chewed slowly on a piece of meat then drank some tea to help you swallow more easily. “I suppose one would.”

Florenz chuckled. “I was not told you were an artist, mostly that you enjoyed fashion and having a large wardrobe.”

That explained one thing, you thought to yourself.

“I would have been better prepared had I been told more about you. But from what your father told me, I assumed you would be-” He hesitated and finally took a sip from his cup.

You set your cup down. “Vain? Lazy? You already said spoiled.”

Florenz looked at you surprised. “I did not want to make such harsh judgments. But I am sorry if that offends you.”

“Not really,” you shrugged.

Florenz’s eyes narrowed. “I suppose you get that a lot?”

You sighed. “I’ve thought the same things.”

“I suppose you’re trying to…distance yourself from that sort of image. Correct?” His soft smile returned. “Because I think you are doing quite well.”

“Thank you.” You really weren’t sure how to respond.

Florenz took another drink from his glass. “Do you have plans today? I suppose you’ll be going back to your art.”

“I will be. Do you have business to take care of today?” You pushed yourself away from the table and smoothed your hand down your skirt.

“Unfortunately I do. There is much to take care of before the full moon. I want to make sure once it is here I will be able to have the time to spend with you.” He stood with his glass and walked over to you. He extended his clawed hand to help you rise from your chair.

If there had to be one thing you appreciated about your new husband, it was how tall he was. Back home in the village, you took after your father, who moved to the village when he was young. Most of the village, like your mother, was on the shorter side. You often stuck out like a sore thumb. Florenz’s height was nice to stand next to.

“Not much longer now. I suppose you are nervous.” Florenz opened the door for you.

He had no idea. “A little,” you lied.

Florenz smiled and you could see the sharp fangs in his mouth. “I too get butterflies. But there is nothing to worry about. I think you and I have a beautiful future together.”

You nodded. “I hope so.”

Florenz lifted your hand and dipped down to kiss the knuckles. His tail under his robe swished back and forth. “Have a good day, my wife.”

“You as well.” You waited until the doors were closed and then you let your body sag and slouch. You clutched your chest as you walked down the hallway. Everyday you felt he was closer to figuring it out.

Once you were back in your room you sat and cried for a spell. Once it felt the weight in your chest was relieved you took deep breaths. You missed your family, you missed your home, and you were angry about being placed here.

You weren’t supposed to be here. You weren’t even the right girl.

The door opened and you turned to see Ms. Nita with a glass of water. You tried to return to your formal posture, but it felt impossible.

“I can’t keep it up,” you whispered.

Ms. Nita handed you the water. “Keep what up?”

The glass was cold in your hands, it felt nice after all the tightness and fear you held during breakfast. “I can’t tell you.”

Ms. Nita flitted about the bedroom, checking for dust while also taking out another outfit for you to wear while you worked on your artwork. “You said the marriage didn’t bother you. Then what is it? The hours? The altitude? Trust me, you will grow used to both.”

“I really can’t say.”

Ms. Nita stood and put her hands upon her round hips. “If you cannot say, then perhaps I can guess.” She pulled up another chair and sat before you. She looked you over with a very studious gaze that made you feel uneasy.

“Making your bed every morning has never settled right with me. Girls from wealthy families like yours barely know how to wipe their noses, let alone tuck a sheet properly.” her large eyes kept gliding over you. “You’re very modest for a rich girl as well. You seemed shocked by your clothing.” She folded her arms against her chest. “Are you rich?”

You bit the inside of your cheek.

“You aren’t, are you?” Ms. Nita whispered.

You looked at her with fear.

Ms. Nita sighed. “Oh dear. Oh, dear, dear, dear.” She clicked her tongue then held her jaw tight. “That foolish old mule pulled a grand switch didn’t he?. So what are you? A maid? A cook?”

“I was a governess to his younger children,” you admitted weakly. “But please. You can’t tell Master Florescu. Lord Domitry promised to give my mother money. My little sister is sick-”

Ms. Nita raised her hand. “Why did Domitry do it?”

You sniffled. “His daughter refused. She destroyed his office in a fit, and since we both looked similar he thought-” Your throat tightened up as you spoke.

She sighed. “That sounds like the real bride we were told about. Can’t say I’m surprised.” Ms. Nita stood up from her seat. “Lord Florenz deserves to know the truth of the matter.”

“No! Please!” You jumped to stand. “If he finds out, then Lord Domitry will stop providing money to my family. I won’t have a job anymore! My family relies on me.”

Ms. Nita gave you a cold look. “My master has been lied to. He’s been deceived. He was promised a bride.”

“And I am!” You exclaimed. “I am his bride. He would be happy with the one he was told, but he does have a bride as promised.”

Ms. Nita huffed. “Do you really think this would be the end of you if he found out? Domitry has made you a pawn, a victim. He used you to make a laughing stock out of Florenz. I have raised that man since he was a child. I raised his mother before him. The Florescu family is my family.” She jabbed her finger into your face.

“It guts me to think Florenz is in the dark. He’s no idiot, but he can be a fool.” She grumbled.

“I have not met a kind man with money,” you murmured.

Ms. Nita nodded. “I suppose you haven’t. Well, if Florenz is cruel, then I will deal with him.” She took your hand and patted it. “You have nothing to fear. Ms. Nita runs this estate more than young Florenz thinks.” She grabbed your hand and had you follow her back towards Florenz’s chambers.

She forced her way inside, no knock, no warning of your arrival. She strode in with confidence while you floundered behind her.

Florenz was getting dressed. He had on pants but his top half was bare. He squeaks as you both came in and he crossed his arms against his broad chest.

“Ms. Nita, what are you doing?!” He snapped.

“I have figured out a plot!” Ms. Nita raised up her arm, still clutchingyour hand.

You and Florenz looked at one another and his gaze went soft. “My dear, have you been crying?”

“Not the plot!” Ms. Nita snapped. She let go of your hand and paced around in front of Florenz. “I have discovered that Lord Domitry has played you for a fool!”

Florenz was still looked at you with concern, like he wanted to approach but his own partial nudity was making him embarrassed. “What?” he looked back down. “What was that, Ms. Nita?”

“Focus!” She snapped her fingers. “Look at her.” She waved her hands towards you. “Take her in. Think about all you know about her. I want you to think hard, Florenz. What about her stands out?”

You wait anxiously, folding your hands together and standing stiff as Florenz looks at you. His gaze is soft. Confused, but very much affectionate. His ears fold back as a shy smile appears.

“A lot of things. I’m very fond of my wife.”

Your heart isn’t sure in which direction it should go, and neither did you.

Ms. Nita scoffed. “No! She’s not a Domitry.”

Florenz’s eyes widened. He looked from you, to Ms. Nita, and back to you. “No! What? Come on now, Ms. Nita. No! Darling, what is she going on about?”

“She’s not a Domitry,” Ms. Nita repeated. “She worked for them.”

His whole body stiffened and the wings upon his back fluttered. Florenz looked at you again, eyes widened as he began to realize. “Oh,” he breathed “Oh!” He exclaimed.

Tears began to well up in your eyes.  “I’m so sorry.”

Florenz took a few steps forward, a serious look upon his face. “So it’s true? Domitry pulled a grand switch on me.”

“That’s right.”

“Well,” Florenz muttered. “That's good then!”

Tears fell down your cheeks as Florenz approached you and placed his hand upon your shoulder. “I am much happier with you. But I do still have Domitry to deal with.”

You weren’t sure what to think.

“What do you plan on doing?” Ms. Nita asked. “Both with this girl and the Domitry family?”

“She’s my wife,” Florenz corrected. “I will be her husband and protect her. As for Domitry, this marriage was supposed to end the feud between our families. But I suppose, if he wants to play me for the fool, then he will live with the consequences.” He walked across the room and pulled on his robe again to cover himself.

You watched him in awe, still barely taking in his words. Florenz handed Ms. Nita a sealed document, which she took and gave him a nod.

“Send that directly to Domitry, he will know what it means.” Florenz placed his hand upon your back, turning you towards him as Ms. Nita left the room.

You were shaking, afraid of what would happen next.

Florenz cupped his hands around her face. “What do we need to do?” He asked. “You must have family back in the village. Should we bring them here for safe keeping? Perhaps once Domitry is dealt with, they can have his house. After all, I’d like us to be alone for the full moon.”

“What?” You voice shook.

Florenz smiled on you. “I may have been fooled into marrying you, but I do not regret it. I find myself falling for you.”

You had been so terrified of your secret getting out, you had barely had a chance to think of your own feelings for him. You sniffled, falling into his arms to cry with relief.

“It’s alright, my dear. I will take care of you, no matter what.” he sat with you upon his bed, stroking your back until you calmed. You fell asleep in his arms and woke up tucked into bed.

Across the room you saw him sitting at his table, looking over a stack of documents and an open tome. His ear twitched as you moved the blankets and he turned in your direction. He stood from the table and approached you.

“I hope you rested well,” he said gently.

You rubbed your eyes. “I didn’t mean to-”

“Hush now. You’re my wife, what’s mine is yours.” He placed a soft kiss upon your forehead.

“I’m so sorry-” You tried to apologize but he tapped a claw over your lips.

“You were forced into a corner. I’m sorry I didn’t realize sooner.” He smoothed his palm up your cheek and tucked back loose curls.

“No, you don’t have anything to apologize for,” you murmured.

Florenz nodded. “Well, now that I am aware, let’s start back at the beginning.” He cupped your cheek in his palm. “I want to know you, the real you.”

You smiled brightly. “What do you want to know?”

“Your name might be nice.”

You chuckled, giving him your name.

“It’s beautiful,” he murmured. “It suits you much better.” He snuggled with you upon the bed. “Now, do you really like clothes so much?”

“Not really,” you chuckled. “As silly as it is, I like stuffed toys.”

Florenz’s fangs showed as he smiled. “That’s much more interesting.”

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Without the constant stress of being found out lingering over your head, you’ve been able to enjoy life at the castle much better. Especially since your sister is getting the care she needs. Once he knew the story, Florenz was happy to take care of everything. Even as the full moon ceremony loomed, he worked to take care of the troubles caused by Domitry.

“It won’t be the first time a Florenz marries someone outside their station,” Florenz told you.

You looked up from your easel, having set it up beside him at his work table. “What do you mean?”

Florenz’s large ears twitched back. “Ah, well you see, My great-great-grandfather fell in love with his cook. So he turned her into a duchess. Made all sorts of stories for her, turned her into quite the gem. Then my grandfather took after him and married my grandmother who had been a practicing nun.”

“A nun?” You giggled.

“Oh yes. She had come from a more esteemed family, but after they came to ruin she came to god until grandfather stepped into the picture.” Florenz turned back to his work. "I still make donations to the convent regularly.”

You smiled softly as you continued to work on your canvas. “And now, you’re going for a governess.”

Florenz sat still with a deep look of thought upon his face. “I would describe you more as an artist than a governess. But luckily, our story has a funny twist to it like the others.” He smiled at you, trapping you in a gazefor a long moment.

You grew shy the longer he stared. You smiled,  and felt your face grow warmer. A nervous laugh then bubbled up. “What?”

“Just looking at you, my dear. I’m thinking about how lucky I am to actually like the person I am with.” His smile turned dreamy. “My parents were never fond of one another, so I always looked at my grandparents as inspiration.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” you murmured.

Floren shrugged. “Yes, well, I think it all stemmed from the fact my parents were more inclined to their own. They had me and I think that’s the last time they shared a room.”

“Oh, I see.” You said softly.

Florenz’s ears twitched again. He looked up from his work, checking on you from the corner of his eye. “Do you think you’d prefer separate rooms when the full moon is over?”

You furrowed your brow. “What do you mean?”

Florenz glanced over at his bed. “Nothing. Ignore me and my babbling.”

You set your things aside and took off your apron, draping it over your chair. You then approached Florenz and placed your hand upon his shoulder. He twitched slightly, glancing down at your hand then looking back at his work.

“Are you worried I won’t want to sleep beside you?” You leaned down closer to him, slipping your arms around his neck. “Because I’ve thought about it.”

Florenz’s body went stiff and still. “You have?”

“Have you?” You spoke close to his ear which fell flat onto his head.

He turned to look at you and shrugged. “I would be a liar if I said I hadn’t. Especially considering how nervous I am for the full moon.”

“Then tell me about it.” You hugged him from behind. “I want to know.”

Florenz tapped your arms and he began to rise from his chair. You stood aside to let him up, wondering what he was going to do.

Florenz held out his clawed hand. “I’ll show you something.”

Taking his hand, he then led you through the castle, taking you further up than you had been before. You went into one of the towers, going all the way up the spiral staircase and through the door in the ceiling. Florenz let you up first and you stood in a room where the ceiling was entirely glass. The night sky was directly above you and the nearly full moon was so close you felt you could touch it!

“This is where we will start the ceremony,” Florenz murmured. He then motioned over to a massive bed in the back of the room that was covered by sapphire blue curtains. “We will spend all night there, and in the morning we will fall asleep there.”

This bit of news stunned you. “Isn’t that dangerous for you?”

Florenz waved his hand up to the glass. “During the night, this glass is clear. But during the day it will turn dark. An old family secret,” he chuckled.

“That’s amazing.”

Florenz walked over to the bed as you marveled at the night sky. He pulled back the curtains and stared inside. “I’m nervous about…being good enough.”

You looked back him. “Good enough at what?”

Florenz’s tail twitched behind him while his ears went flat against his head. “Being a husband is one thing,” he murmured. “But being your lover is something completely different. I have studied, and I have read up on the art. But studying and doing are two completely different beasts.”

You placed your hand upon his back and he shivered all over. Glancing down at you he saw the shy little smile upon your face.

He sighed. “I do not want the full moon to go to waste.”

“I have an idea,” you stepped closer to him. “What if we…practiced?”

His ears stood up.

“Is it against the rules? Because…I’m nervous too. But I don’t want you to be terrified and worrying on the important night.”

Florenz swallowed. “I suppose it’s not entirely against the rules.” He looked down at you. “I would call myself a hands-on learner anyways.”

A few nervous butterflies fluttered around in your tummy. “Then, maybe we could just…I don’t know, maybe just try a few things tonight?”

Florenz took in a deep breath and nodded. He extended out his arms and his robe fell from around his shoulders. “If you would like to, I am more than willing.”

You began pulling at the strings of your blouse, letting it fall open enough that Florenz could see the curve of your breasts. His robe fell upon the floor and he stretched his wings out a bit. His eyes focused upon you, seeing bits of you he had yet to spy.

“Let me help you.” He reached out, helping you remove your clothing. He did well with buttons, and as your skirt fell upon the floor he took a step back from you. Moonlight shown through your blouse and he could see the shape of you through the thin fabric.

Florenz cleared his throat and sat himself down upon the bed. He rubbed his hands over the tops of his thighs. Coming up closer to him, you slowly eased down upon his lap. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you close and causing you to straddle his lap. You both shifted and laughed anxiously. Looking into one another's' eyes you grew silent again.

Florenz took the first kiss, plunging in as his hands grasped around your back. You leaned in, furthering the kiss as your hands went through the soft plumage of fur upon his broad chest. You sighed as your lips parted, and Florenz’s hands moved lower.

“Not so bad, huh?” he chuckled softly.

You shook your head. “I liked it.” You looked down at his chest, his dark fur turned pale in the center, leading a trail down his belly and into his pants. Your fingers traced the rim of his pants and Florenz shivered,

“Maybe we should…get fully naked,” you suggested with a crack to your voice. “Just to…” Your mind drifted.

“Yeah,” his voice fluttered. His hands went up under your blouse, touching bare skin. His lidded eyes glazed as he slightly pulled it up, glimpsing the bare bottom of your breasts. His hands dropped back down and he held back a smile as best he could.

“Okay, okay,” he breathed. “I can do this.” He moved you onto the bed so he could stand. He fumbled with his pants, losing grip a few times before he could get them loose. He tugged them down, keeping himself huddled over while your eyes were upon him.

You removed your blouse, sitting there naked with your arms crossed against your chest. You watched him rise up, standing his full height with his head partially hidden by the canopy. Your eyes traveled down his chest, his belly, down to the shadow against his groin.

“Dear,” he whispered.

You looked up as he knelt down to join you on the bed. You smiled to reassure him and lowered your head a bit.

“Are you cold?” He chuckled.

“A little.”

Florenz reached out, wrapping his arms around you. “Then let me warm you back up. It must be chilly without your clothes.”

You moved your arms, holding him as he held you. Two bare bodies pressed against one another. His fur was soft, and his body felt warm and strong.

“You’re so tender,” Florenz murmured. “So supple.”

Your cheeks burned. “Thank you.”

Florenz’s grip tightened around you and he buried his face into the curve of your neck. You whimpered softly as his cool breath beat upon your skin. You stroked your hand up the back of his neck and moved the other around his waist.

“Florenz,” you whispered.

He lifted his head, looking deep into your eyes. He cupped his hand around your cheek as his breathing began to even. “I was hoping this would help my nerves. But it feels as though it has only added to them.” He looked down your body with a look of lust. “Now I worry I will have no control over myself.”

You bit your lip. “How so?”

“I will turn into a beast.” His finger trailed down your neck, onto your chest, then glided between your breasts. “I will feast upon your body, and never quite satisfy my hunger for it.” His eyes flicked back to yours. “For you.”

You swallowed and remembered to breathe. “That doesn’t sound all that bad.”

“But it is. I do not know what I am capable of. Only that I now have the drive to do it.” He brushed his knuckles against your breast, eliciting a stuck breath in your chest. He laid you down upon the bed, stroking his hands down your body until he came to your thighs. He opened them with a gentle touch, moving his palms down your soft skin.

Florenz moaned to himself, licking down your supple thigh and rising back up with kisses upon it. He looked back into your eyes, staring up helplessly from the bed. His long tongue lapped over your skin again.

“Do you mind if I taste you, my dear?” He breathed.

You shook your head. “Go ahead.”

His mouth opened wide along your thigh, revealing his sharp fangs and teeth. He bit into the soft flesh, which only hurt for a moment. Then it turned into warmth and soft tingling. His mouth was pressed against you, tasting your blood as it beaded from the bite mark.

Florenz moaned, his body arching and writhing as he drank. He lifted his head from your thigh, pressing more kisses before he took another bite, much lower than the first. He moaned again, and those vibrations against you traveled up your body.

He licked his lips, letting out a shuddering breath. “Sweet is the nectar, but how is your wine?” He reached down, pulling open your plump mound to see inside. Wetness has gathered around the lips, and has given you a delicate glaze.

“You’ve become just as aroused as I have.” Florenz licked the corner of his mouth.

You shivered, watching his eyes then lookin down.

“Do you want me to touch you?” He breathed.

You swallowed again and nodded. “Yes.”

He looked into your eyes. “I didn’t hear that, my dear. Do you mind saying it again for me? Much louder this time.”

You gathered up your courage, hoping your voice didn’t break as you tried to speak. “Please touch me. I don’t know why, but your bites, they-” Your couldn’t bring yourself to say the words.

“Did you like that?” Florenz lowered down again. He kissed your breast, suckling it before trailing kisses down your belly. “I’ve never tasted anything as delicious as you.” He used his knuckles to open you, careful of his claws to not scrape your skin. His knuckle rubbed against the top of your folds. You writhed a bit, whimpering loudly at the touch.

“You appear to be quite sensitive, my dear.” Florenz sat back up and took a breath. “I appear to be getting drunk upon it.”

You swallowed again, trying to catch your breath. “It’s okay. I suggested we…that we do this.”

Florenz laughed softly. “I did not expect it to go so well. So temptingly.”

You stroked your hand down your body, making sure he saw. His eyes followed your fingers, watching them as you began to touch yourself. He focused intently while you circled around your clit, dipping your fingers inside before returning.

He spread his thighs, showing you what hung between them. His cock bobbed heavily in the shadows, a deep, dark red with purple veins. The head of it flared slightly, and the base tapered into a slight bulge at the base. He took the shaft into his hand, stroking slowly as he watched your fingers.

You then opened your arms beckoning him to come close to you.  His eyes widened, slightly glowing in the dark. He lowered himself down upon you, kissing you and embracing you as your bodies pressed together.

You stretched out your neck, letting Florenz bury his face there. Another bite and you moaned loudly, arching your back as Florenz grabbed tighter around you. Your bodies pressed tight together as he bit again. You gasped for breath, shuddering as his claws sank into your rear, angling you closer, mounting himself at the ready.

A quick pulse was all it took. A snake in your ear, a fluttering of your lids, and you and Florenz were inseparable. You stayed still, both quivering and aching for the next move, but savoring that first, sweet moment for as long as possible.

“You’re so warm,” his voice quaked. “I’ve never felt this-”

You held on tight to him, aching slightly from him being inside you. But it was a good sort of pain, just like when he bit you. “Keep going,” you urged. “It’s…it’s good.”

Florenz moved shakily, unsure at first. He took his time, finding himself a bit more confident as it felt better. The more fluid he moved, the more you felt as well. He fit snug inside you, so you were able to feel every inch of him. You closed your eyes, focusing on that pleasure as he pressed into you. He went deep, then stayed shallow, just to test what felt best.

He went still again, holding his breath.

“What is it?” You whimpered.

“I’ll come if I’m not careful,” he whispered. “I want to keep enjoying this.”

You stroked your hand down his back. “Can you only do it once in your whole life?”

“No. That’s not-” He chuckled. “I can do it many, many times.”

You smiled. “Then do it again when you are done.”

His eyes widened. “But…I thought this was just practice?”

You pulled him down close, kissing him until you felt a shudder inside. His mouth hung open, and he pulled out, releasing upon your thigh and belly. His body grew limp, and the expression on his face was more cute than erotic.

“Sorry,” he whispered. “I’ll clean that up.” He took his pants, using them to mop up his mess. He then touched your loins, seeing them swollen with arousal. “What do I need to do now?”

“Touch me.” You wriggled your hips.

He rubbed his knuckle to your clit again, gently nudging it as he watched your wetness seep down onto the sheets. His eyes lidded watching and he lowered down, kissing and licking softly. You whimpered out loudly, panting deeply as the kisses grew harder. He suckled upon you, moaning softly as your thighs closed around his head. You trembled, arching slightly then pushing him away.

You fell back, breathing hard as Florenz wiped his mouth. “Was that…good?”

You nodded, covering your head with your arms.

Florenz rolled you onto your back again and smiled down upon you. “I’m glad we practiced.”

“Me too,” you breathed. “Now…you won’t be so nervous on the full moon.”

He kissed your breasts and then your lips. “Can we practice again before then?”

You giggled. “Maybe.”

Florenz laid down beside you, wrapping his wing around you to cover you. “At least…could I taste you again?”

You smiled shyly at him. “Did I really taste good?”

“You tasted amazing.” he nuzzled into the curve of your neck again. “So warm and soft upon my tongue. Your blood was like velvet.”

You sighed dreamily as he pressed closer. “That sounds nice.”

“Because it’s yours.” He kissed your neck and then nuzzled to your hair. “Because it’s you, I want you.”

“It was…good wasn’t it?” You said shyly. “Being entwined like that felt better than I expected. I had been told my first time would be painful. But you…even your bites felt good to me. But when you were inside me…I was shocked by how much I liked it.”

Florenz smiled proudly. “It was an experience. So wet and sweet,” he breathed. “So warm and…and deep.” he swallowed. “I need to be careful.”

“Is something wrong?” You asked.

He nodded then shook his head. “I’ll be fine.” He laid back down beside you. “Now that my nerves are gone, I suppose I am a bit more excitable.”

You smiled. “I see.” Rolling over you curled up against his body. “I uhm…I wouldn’t mind if you got excited again. I mean, what else have we to do today anyways?”

“Nothing I suppose.” he gave you a soft delicate kiss. “We should be careful though. I would hate for Ms. Nita to come looking for us and find us in the middle of practicing.”

You giggled and placed your arms around him. “Then let's close the curtains.”

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Prompt: 138

She was a tailor for vampires. Most of her job consisted of researching historical garments, learning to manufacture fabric and sew in styles not see in centuries, and trying to persuade her clients away from colours such as white or cream.

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Writing prompts about vampires in love

1. Two vampires, from rival bloodlines that have been feuding for centuries, find themselves irresistibly drawn to each other. Write a story about their forbidden love and the challenges they face in trying to be together.

2. A human falls in love with a vampire, knowing the risks and consequences involved. Explore their relationship as they navigate the complexities of their different worlds, battling prejudice and seeking acceptance.

3. In a world where vampires hide their true nature, a vampire and a vampire hunter unexpectedly fall in love. Write about the intense internal conflict they experience as they struggle to reconcile their feelings with their respective roles.

4. Two vampires, both immortal and cursed to eternal solitude, cross paths and discover a profound connection. Describe their journey of rediscovering love and learning to open their hearts again, despite the barriers that eternity poses.

5. A vampire, cursed to live a solitary existence, meets a human with a limited lifespan. Write a poignant story about the bittersweet romance that unfolds as they try to make the most of their time together, cherishing each moment.

6. In a world where vampires have lost their ability to feel emotions, a vampire encounters a unique individual who awakens their long-dormant capacity for love. Explore the transformative power of love as they navigate their newfound emotions.

7. Two vampires, both struggling with their dark urges, meet at a support group for supernatural beings. Write about their journey of self-discovery and redemption as they find solace and love in each other's presence.

8. A vampire, haunted by their past and the lives they've taken, meets a human who sees beyond their monstrous nature. Describe the healing power of love as the vampire confronts their guilt and learns to forgive themselves.

9. In a vampire society where arranged marriages are the norm, two vampires find themselves betrothed to each other. Write about their initial resentment turning into unexpected love as they navigate the confines of tradition and societal expectations.

10. A vampire, cursed with eternal youth, encounters a vampire hunter who has devoted their life to eradicating the undead. Write a story about the transformative power of love as they challenge their preconceived notions and find common ground.

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I just wrote my most toxic,possessive,crazy, disgusting love poem I idk if I should post it 😭

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VAMPIRE CHURCH // A CONCEPT

Cas, Silead, and Boz live in the dense urban ‘downtown’, where they livestream sermons from the otherwise empty cathedral within which they reside. Some years ago each of them in turn woke up in a pile of corpses with nothing in memory but a name. After coming into one another’s lives, they took over ownership of a dilapidated church and live an undisturbed existence subsisting on donations and black market hospital blood. For who would dare to enter holy ground when one can hear its teachings from the comfort of home?

found family, futuristic urban sci-fi/low fantasy, vampires but not necessarily in the way you’d expect, uncovering one’s mysterious origin

content warnings: drug use, some swearing, blood (obviously)

This wip is very much in the ‘I don’t really have a plot yet but I write and sometimes share random scenes as they come to me’ phase. I also occasionally ramble about the lore.

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Hell yeah! Hope you guys like this next part :)

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That Sucks Bro, Part 4

“Oh wow, I’ve never felt so alive.”

“[Vampire], get off the fucking roof!”

The vampire swayed on top of somebody’s garage, about ten feet in the air. They hiccupped lightly.

“Make me,” they slurred.

The human’s mind raced, trying to think of something they could say that would convince the vampire to step down safely. One problem – the human was their own special flavour of intoxicated. Vampire venom was one of the most popular party drugs around, after all.

“Hey, how ’bout you come down and bite me again?” they tried, hoping their tone sounded more inviting than aggravated.

“In a sec,” the vampire said, sounding like an adventurer at the start of a voyage. “I gotta do this first.”

“You are not going to try transformation techniques that you learned about on reddit!”

“Should be simple.” The vampire bent their knees slightly. “I just need to look at the horizon, picture turning into a bat, and . . .”

The human cried out as the vampire jumped off the roof.

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“Ow, ow! Wait, hold on! I just put weight on my ankle.”

“What do you need?”

“Let’s just take a break.”

Gently, the human helped the vampire lower down and sit on the grass. They watched as the vampire rubbed at their ankle, grimacing in pain.

“I hope you realize you deserve this,” the human said. They dropped down to sit next to the vampire.

“Yeah,” the vampire admitted. “You’re probably right.” They tenderly stretched out their legs. “Next time, I’ll try to envision the bat more clearly.”

The human whipped their gaze over, but then relaxed when they saw the vampire’s cheeky grin.

“Like I said,” they grumbled. “Deserve this.”

“So mean,” the vampire chuckled.

“Hey, who’s the one spending their Friday night taking you to the emergency room? I don’t see anyone else volunteering.”

“True.” The vampire slung their arm around the human’s shoulder. “You’re a good friend.”

“Damn straight.”

For a moment, they stayed like that, enjoying the cool breeze and the peaceful silence that can only ever come in the late hours of the night.

Then, the vampire leaned forward, something mischievous in their eyes. They tugged down the neckline of the human’s shirt. “Hey, let’s bite again. I think I feel the buzz wearing off.”

“Oh hell no.” The human pushed the vampire away. “You are getting sober as fast as you can, and then staying that way for the rest of the night.”

“Ah, you’re no fun,” the vampire said. But their tone was light, and that bright smile was still on their face. They laid back on the grass, palms under their head.

The human watched them. It hadn’t been so long ago that the vampire was too nervous to even try blood. They thought about how far the vampire had come. Really, how far they’d both come, together.

“Hey,” they said. “Let’s make it official.”

The vampire glanced at them. “Huh?”

“Usually vampires end up dating the people they drink from. So, let’s make it official.”

“Ah,” the vampire said, nodding their head slightly. “Smart.”

“What’s smart?”

“Pop the question while I’m at your mercy. Clever.”

The human jerked back. “I’m not – !”

“No, no, I know your game,” the vampire said, sitting up. “Get me hooked on your blood, get me injured, and then I have no choice but to give in to your wiles.”

“You got yourself injured, dumbass,” the human said, punching the vampire’s arm.

The vampire laughed, rubbing where the human had hit them. “That just shows how crafty your plan truly is.”

“You know what? Forget it. You’re too insufferable.”

“Hey now. Don’t be hasty.”

The human shot them a look. “So what, then? You do want to go out?”

The vampire regarded them for a moment. And then, their smile grew. “Sure, why not? Wouldn’t be the worst decision I’ve made this week.”

The rest of their walk to the hospital was long and chaotic and full of banter. The human had to admit to themself – it was the most fun they’d had in ages. 

Part 5