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so… how’s it going with Ygor?

Red eyes burned brightly as they narrowed, fangs bared as hissed words passed through his lips.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Perhaps, if he had been fed any time recently, his pale skin would have turned a faint pink.

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"How did the doctor manage to catch you?" (horrorcomeshome) ((forgoing true anon for the Sibella and Andrei alliance))

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"Catch me?"

The words came out a angry hiss.

"She didn't catch me. She was cruel. Like all the others, she hunted me, waited until I was vulnerable and attacked without mercy. I suspect she knew too well that if she hadn't, she would have had no hope of defeating me."

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Anon Hour

Specifically for the DU verse!

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There's something hilarious about how so much subsequent media has positioned Vampires and Werewolves as, like, binary opposite entities, and then you read Dracula (1897) and realize that wolves are that guy's preferred solution to every problem. You'd say something to Dracula about "ah yes, werewolves, vampires' great eternal enemies," and he'd just be like "you mean my subcontractors?"

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Made fanart of my favorite Dark Universe character.

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Things that day had... gone better than he had expected?

He still was having trouble believing it. He had fully expected the day to be an absolute nightmare and to be able to give that to Eleanor as the reason why he would be resigning effective immediately. But to his utter shock, the classes had gone well, better than he could have hoped. The students were curious and courteous, he'd been able to get through his planned agenda without any kind of problem, and both the classroom and his office space were comfortable for him.

He was almost upset about it. Perhaps he might have been if it hadn't been for the interaction he had started his day with. Astin Loupe intrigued him, and he was very much looking forward to the opportunity to end his day with the man as well.

A bit of anxiety swirled in his chest as he made his way toward the exit, what-if's floating through his mind. But they silenced and a small smile came to his lips as he saw the figure waiting outside.

"I'm sorry to make you wait," He called out, making his way out of the building and toward him. "I hope you weren't here for too long."

"I have really enjoyed talking to you too. I'm glad you got lost," He blanched as soon as the realization of what had just been said hit, "Sorry, I mean... I'm glad we had a chance to meet. Not glad you got lost. That would be horrible." Once more, Astin's cheeks burned. Mostly from embarrassment of flubbing his etiquette but also from the vaguest hope that there might be something beneath this conversation. A delicious undertone...

Anything romantic (or otherwise) shouldn't be on the docket - Astin knew this. Still, there was no serious harm in imagining some sweet moments with the other professor. You could claim it childish - and you would probably be correct. But, it was a small joy in lieu of the great tragedies Astin usually dealt with.

"I shall see you here later then..." Astin, attempting to sound halfway normal, took the other's hand with only a little awkwardness, "It was truly nice to meet you. I don't meet many like you." What exactly that meant, he wasn't entirely sure - and before Astin had a chance to soak in the misery of his words, he promptly spun around to head into the building. His face now as red as a drop of blood.

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Hours later, the music professor waited anxiously outside the building. He couldn't help but to feel a touch like a teenage girl, hoping her prom date wouldn't stand her up. Stop, he had to remind himself. You can't make those kinds of assumptions. It is nothing like that. Right?

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On Countess Marya Zaleska

This is primarily for the HHN and Dark Universe Verses

Though having been taken in as his and raised as his daughter, Marya is not Dracula's daughter biologically. She was the child of parents whom had been accused of witchcraft and devil's worship. Her father had been killed and her mother was on the brink of death, forced to run from a village that had taken everything from her. Not knowing where else to turn, she sought out the monster that the villagers feared most, Dracula. She begged him to take her infant daughter. To her shock and immense gratitude, Dracula agreed. Both Marya and her mother were turned and in order to protect her from any jealousy of the other brides, Marya was presented as his biological daughter. When he was forced to flee, Mayra was left in the care of her mother and the other Brides in the castle. She grew up knowing Dracula as her father, but as she grew older, she began to resent him and her nature. She was desperate to find release from the horrible curse, but soon through her own heartbreak and betrayal, realized that there would be no escape for her. And so, she embraced the darkness and the full power that her age as a vampire, having grown up with the curse, and the blood of Dracula provided her.

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Things were quiet.

A peaceful sort of quiet. The night had well and settled in, tiny creatures calling out their evening symphonies as the rest of the world softly faded into sleep.

The road he walked was one not often traveled, making it all the more appealing to him. The village was far enough away and the people there far too fond of home to venture out close to his cabin, and that was perfectly fine by him. It gave him the ability to go into the village when it was absolutely necessary, but more so it provided him with the privacy and seclusion that he had sought out.

Sure, he could hear their whispers on his rare trips in, the way they stared at him, wondered about him. He did his best to appear friendly, to be respectful and kind in his interactions despite the darkness that lingered in his heart.

These people were innocent, he had to keep reminding himself of that, they had nothing to do with those who had chosen to senselessly attack his family. They were not to blame for those that he had lost.

But still... it was something that he had to constantly remind himself, constantly repeat over and over in his mind. He wouldn't become the monster that those murderers had accused his family of being.

He made his way along the road, leaning heavily on the staff he'd taken with him. A dim lantern hung on the end of it, not truly needed, but a precaution all the same in the event that someone came across him.

It had been a good day, his pain at a level he felt good enough to walk, and he had wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to get some fresh air.

All the same, a short distance behind him, an old, but well loved, horse pulled a wagon. The horse needed no lead nor reigns, completely obedient to his gentle request. A contingency plan, just in case the walk would prove too much.

As he paused a moment, breathing in the cool night air, he was hit hard by a scent that broke the peaceful stillness of the night.

Blood.

Looking around in the dark, nothing seemed to be amiss. He sent a thought to the horse, requesting for it to stop and rest a little while.

He strained hard to try to hear anything as he cautiously continued down the path. It took only a few steps until he could hear it, the smallest sorts of movements, but far too large for any animal or insect that roamed in the night. Another step, and a heartbeat came with it. Struggling. Fading.

That got him moving, as fast as he dared to toward the source of the sound and the scent.

But the inhuman hiss, paired with the horrific sight, stopped him in his tracks.

She was unlike anything he had ever seen before. Beyond her injuries, her body was littered with scars and stitching. The teeth she bared and the sound that had come from her throat spoke of something inhuman, something dangerous.

But more than that... it spoke to how dire of a state she was in. And who was he to accuse another living creature of being something inhuman?

"Please," He said softly, the faintest amount of manipulation in his words. Not for control, not for force, but in the hope of providing reassurance, an aura of calm. He kept his hands raised, visible to her as he moved closer, allowing his lantern to show his face. "I mean you no harm... you're badly hurt..."

The scent of her blood grew heavier and heavier as he moved closer. How long had she been out there? She certainly wouldn't survive much longer.

Once more, he was thankful that it had been a good day... and that he had brought the horse.

He slowly and carefully knelt down in the grass, close but not enough to where she would be able to touch him if she were to try to swing. He continued to allow the peaceful aura to paint his words, encouraging her to rest.... rest.

"It's alright... I'm going to help you... rest..."

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It had taken hours of fighting off Marya to finally be able to properly lay her...friend...Saskia to rest. Hours of fighting, of using every trick and tactic she'd learned over the years of dealing with Dracula's Brides. Even after, she'd had to distract Marya to get her away from the tomb. Fight for her life, and fight to end Marya's.

She hadn't succeeded, but neither had Marya succeeded in killing the Bride in that battle, either. The Bride had escaped.

If only barely.

She had no idea how many stitches were torn, she could do nothing to stop the amount of unnatural blood that was practically pouring out of her. She was hardly aware of the all consuming pain that was overtaking her body.

Or the chunk of flesh that had been torn out of her neck, the blood pouring from it staining her clothes to her.

She had succeeded in her escape. She hadn't given Marya the satisfaction of letting her hands directly end her life in the fight. The Bride had buried her dear friend, the last person on this earth she had. She had distracted Marya, fought the hateful being off. The Bride, had managed to walk away.

And her death was near.

She wasn't sure where she was, just that she'd been wondering for some time. She wasn't aware she had collapsed against a nearby tree, or what she assumed was a tree, until she found herself staring at the stars above.

She was going to see her husband soon.

She groaned, softly, one of her hands, the stitching half undone around the wrist, going to her throat. She could fix it, she just needed time. She just needed to stop bleeding out so dreadfully. After all, she'd survived worse.

Hadn't she?

As much as she looked forward to seeing her husband again, she fully intended their next meeting to be in the land of the living. She knew she'd never escape death forever, nor whatever afterlife she had damnned herself to, but she did not intend this time to be now.

Though in truth, she was unsure if this choice was still fully hers to make.

She attempted to move feet that could not move. She attempted to move at all, before her drowsy mind simply decided she did not care enough to remember that intention.

She tried to keep her eyes open, focusing on the stars.

The stars. That had been what she'd awakened to, time and time again. Her birth, the first seconds of it, up in the storm filled sky. And again, after her husband's attempts to end both her and himself in that castle.

She'd awakened to the stars above her.

She'd lost everything in the past few months. Her beloved husband, who she'd fought so hard to return to her. Her Assistant, her first true friend. And Saskia, her newest and unlikely dear friend. All were gone to her, now.

She was alone again.

She drifted in and out of a semi-conscious state, her thoughts wondering to her beloved husband, her friends, the stars, to nothing at all, for some hours. Perhaps she slept, perhaps she was fighting death still, she did not know.

When she first saw someone approaching, she originally thought her mind was playing tricks on her to create the shadowy form. This idea was quickly proven wrong.

She did not have the energy, nor the consciousness, to hide her fear this could be a vampire. With the amount of blood she'd lost, it would be almost surprising if one hadn't tracked her down. But even if not a vampire, a human could easily kill her in her current state with ease.

Desperate to focuse, her eyes followed the figure. Only managing weak, small movements that seemed more like her body twitching in response to her attempts. She couldn't move from her spot. She could not grab one of her weapons. She could barely even speak.

All she could do, was force out a hiss. An animalistic sound, if only half there. Bearing her teeth, showing the stranger she was willing to bite if they came near. Even in her weakened state, even if as she fought to remain conscious.

She was fighting a losing battle, it seemed.

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🙄How do you handle boredom and monotony?

Immortal Asks

"I still maintain a deep interest in studying history and the lives of different civilizations and modern societies. In some ways, finding information is easier than every, in others, it has never been more difficult... but it at least allows me to bide my time."

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If I may put these two together,

💾Do you ever have trouble with new technology?

💿What is one (or more) inventions you’re thankful exist in your current time?

Immortal Asks

"Less so than some might suspect. The greatest barrier for me occurs only in the sense that I struggle to concentrate when I am healing," A frustrating fact that occurred more often than he cared to admit.

"There are many inventions of the modern world that benefit me. The internet has been both a wealth of knowledge to me as well as a senseless black hole of utter nonsense. Cell phones are far more polite, but slightly useless when you can speak directly into another's mind..."

"....yet another invention of horrific necessity, but blackout curtains have been of extreme benefit to me."

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💀What is your opinion on death and mortality in general?

Immortal Asks

Amber eyes narrow, suspicious and cold. It wasn't something he liked to linger on.

He could remember it, so very vividly. Unlike most of his kind, he had not been fortunate in his turning. He remembered it, ever cruel and nightmarish moment. He remembered the piercing of the fangs, the feeling of his blood draining from his veins, the beating of his heart becoming slower and slower, and finally the horrible taste of iron at his lips.

His world had near gone black.... he could hear voices, the sound of his father, his brother, calling to him, begging him to join them...

--and then suddenly, he came back, the world brighter and in crystal clear view.

"....complicated."

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He sighed deeply as she spoke of the path that they would take, but opted to give nothing more than a nod in response to it.

In truth, the thought of traveling so far on a path he wasn't certain of made him uneasy. While he still had no doubt in his abilities to seek and successfully locate a shelter safe from the sun for the daylight hours, his current stated allowed for no amount of errors. Even at his full power, exposure to the sun's rays would result in agonizing injuries, and could prove lethal weakened as he was.

But, while he didn't trust his traveling companion, he knew that it would be pointless for her to lead him into any kind of danger. She needed him alive, and so he doubted she would take any kind of risk that could result in rendering him useless to her desired purpose.

He dared not react to her mention of his Brides, he wouldn't provide her with any further knowledge there. He was ever grateful that this creature was not capable of reading minds like he was.

Had she been, she would have sensed his trepidation at the thought of witnessing their remains, in whatever state she had left them in.

He forced himself to focus as she spoke on her lover and her name, it was a distraction from the rage that still pooled inside of him.

But as she spoke, a frown came to his lips. Hearing her story, how her lover had been known only by what humans would call him, and how his nature was gentle, so different from her own, it left a dull ache within his blackened heart.

It was far too familiar for him to feel any sort of comfort with.

"Lilith," He repeated softly as to not interrupt her. "Well suited."

Far more fitting for her than Eve would have been. Through just their interaction that was extremely evident. She was a force to be reckoned with, and he couldn't help but wonder what her mate thought of the monster the Bride had become.

A slow exhale of breath escaped him as the name of his daughter passed her lips. Perhaps he should have expected it. Having encountered her, he could hardly blame her for asking.

"Seeking to avenge my death?" He couldn't help the slight bitterness in his tone. "Has she had such a drastic change of heart then?"

How was he to answer? Giving her the truth would provide her with knowledge that not even his own kind was aware of. Would it endanger her? His loved ones? Himself?

No... no. Even if this creature were to breathe a word of it, she would not believed. She was their enemy, and would be believed to be twisting pretty lies if she even hesitated long enough to tell them. There was nothing to fear in providing her a grain of truth.

A fair exchange in vulnerability, perhaps, after she had so willingly gave her name.

"Marya has always been... a complicated child. My going to her would be her undoing."

It felt strange to admit, like the words were heavy on his tongue.

"...My daughter, by my blood but not my body. Betrayed and cast out by their people, her mother sought me out. The girl's father slaughtered, the mother on the brink of death herself... she had felt the cruelty of mankind. And so, she sought out the devil to care for her daughter... and I obliged."

The memory was still so vivid in his mind, The young girl, barely more than an infant, staring at him with large, dark, enchanting eyes as her mother passed her into his arms. She hadn't made a sound, not at his fangs at her tiny arm, barely more than a prick, not as he cut his finger and put it to her mouth.

Her mother, turned as well, never breathed a word of the truth. Not to the others, not to her.

He wondered if Marya had felt pain as the creature he walked with destroyed the woman who had given up everything for her.

"The age at which she received this curse, paired with receiving my blood, allowed her to become much stronger than most of our kind will ever be. But if I were to be near her, it would be all too clear our kind that her strength is far less and her aura too different from mine for her to be fully my daughter. They would not follow nor respect her if they knew."

To his first remark, she laughed. Not the laugh before she barely seemed aware of, that suggested a rather, unstable, mental state, this laugh was lighted hearted. Not even exactly unkind.

"I ssuppose that's true." A nod of her head, before she looked up towards the sky. Once again, her expression thoughtful.

For whatever her feelings on having an alliance with a vampire, Count Dracula of all vampires, it was a situation she had willingly put herself in to return her beloved to her. She would have to keep in mind his abilities at all times. The power he wielded, the constant threat he posed to her. The hunger she'd have to deal with.

But as he was still in an alliance with her, temporary as it may be, she'd have to consider his, weaknesses, as well.

"Two days." She said, finally, after considering the matter for a few moments. Another moment passing before she thought to correct herself, "Nights."

She continued to move forward after saying this, soon coming upon a dirt path. One that was barely visible anymore in the overgrown and long since abandoned town that hosted the castle.

"This night, included. Sun just sset, conversation was not, too long." She indicated the path she was moving towards, not slowing in her steps as she continued on, "I, took many, detours, searching for vampires. Using the patth, straight to, should not take too long. Should be about to leave town before ssunrise, stop there, go tthrough forest, find church at end of, next night...your, Bridess still reside in it."

She had returned the crucifix to her bag, replacing it with the stake now in her hands. Moving it between her fingers just as she had the crucifix.

While yes, this was done as a safety precaution, all deals aside she still did not trust this vampire. But there was no impatience to use it. She seemed to be moving it between her fingers without thought, just a need to keep her hands busy, more then anything.

"Bride." She finally said, in answer to his final question, "As I told you before."

Oh, but she knew that's not what he'd asked. He'd asked for a proper name, not her given title.

She kept walking, her eyes constantly surveying the nearby landscape. Looking back to him, before returning to the world around them. Constantly on the lookout.

For awhile it'd seem she wasn't going to give a full answer. Truthfully she hadn't planned to. But with another long glance towards him, she seemed to finally come to a mental decision.

"I once asked my husband if he had, a, name, he wisshed me to call him." She began, as of course she must answer this question in her own way, "I had title, he was only referred to as, monster. Or confused witth his surname as his, title. He, iss, not fond of what the humans call him."

A frown, a tilt of her head as that stake was brought to her lips, the dramatic creature she was,

"...He is, gentle hearted. Does not like, to kill, unless he feelss he has to. Aside from all. I, do not know, or understood, why. Part of why I, love him."

A shake of her head, that stake again returning to it's normal movements between her fingers.

"Took some days. He returned to me witth name he wised to be called. Adam. First creation of, Christian God." Now she smiled fully, eyes half glazed in the memory, "...He asked me to tthen choose name for myself. Only fair. Assistant suggested Eve, I was not fond of idea. I've had read, otther stories, and thought I had name, much, more, appropriate."

And thus, he would be the first she'd told the name she'd secretly given to herself, outside of her dear husband and deceased Assistant,

"Lilith."

It had taken only minutes, but she'd suddenly become so...conversational. So willingly to give up personal information, if only to continue a conversation.

For in truth, the Bride did not have many connections she was close to. The few she trusted, her husband, the Assistant, of recent Saskia, were the closest beings too her she'd ever had. And all were dead.

She did not walk the village freely, she did not often get chance to converse. Truthfully, she was more desperate for connection of any type then she was willing to admit.

Her test subjects never counted, they were just part of the humans she had forsaken. If she hadn't killed them, given the chance of them would have killed her without a thought. As for the Brides...

Perhaps that was why, even if their truce was only temporary, even if she still despised him, as she was sure he did her, she was still suddenly so willing to speak with him. Desperate as she was, to have a connection, to speak to someone who would not immediately attempt to kill her for being a monster. As much as that title was deserved, now.

It would reveal herself slightly. Outside of the image she had made of herself, she was awkward. It was clear she wasn't fully aware how to socialize, even if she was desperate for it. Her social skills were a bit...lacking. She kept looking to him, eyes far too wide, unsure herself what she was expecting.

Now, she wished to ask him something. Not to attempt to find answers, though she'd keep in mind all that he said, but to continue the conversation. To satisfy her own curiosity, to learn of who she'd have to be working with for an unknown amount of time. Though doubtless a long amount of time.

For that was how it worked, wasn't it?

"Marya." She said, after a bit of at thought. Always thinking over her words.

"She is...your...daughter. You are, alive. Undead. Moving. And she is powerful. Claims your death iss why she rules with ssuch malice. Could give protection. Why, do you not reside witth her?"

She asked all this, quite slowly. Barely ten minutes ago she had been trying to subtly get this information from him to gain an advantage. Now, she was simply curious, even if the information could be used later. She'd known he could take her question in many ways, any way he did she was still curious to know the answer.

After all, the topic of a parent and child, a creator and creation, was always a curious one to her.

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Questions for Immortals/Ancients

For ancient and/or immortal muses, here are some questions to build your headcanons!

😇Do you think you’ll ever experience an afterlife? 😷Do you have any weaknesses that could challenge your lifespan? 👥Have you met others like you? 👨‍👨‍👦Are you part of a family of ancients/immortals? 🎈Do you remember the start of your life? How long ago was it? 💔Is there anyone from your past that you missed for a long time? 😢Do you still think about people you knew years, even centuries, ago? 👶Do you have children? If you don’t, do you think they would be like you? 🍼 Would you ever consider having offspring with a mortal? 📕Do you ever run out of things to be curious about? 📗What is one of the most valuable things you’ve learned? 📘In the remainder of your life, what else do you hope to learn? 💀What is your opinion on death and mortality in general? 🥀Do you create bonds with mortals or avoid getting attached? ☹ Talk about your memory of a tragedy you’ve witnessed. 🖤Do you believe immortality changes someone for the worst? 🕗In your time, what has been one of the most interesting time periods?  ⏳Do you ever wish you had a mortal lifespan? 😿Is there any one person you would sacrifice your immortality for? 🎁Name one thing that never gets old or loses its charm for you. 🔮Have you ever considered (or looked for) ways to end your immortality? 🤡How do you deal with avoiding suspicion while living forever? ✨Other than immortality, do you have other supernatural abilities? 🌱What is one thing about the world you’ve come to appreciate? 🌼Have you traveled? If so, name one place that you love the most. 💾Do you ever have trouble with new technology? 💗Is there one mortal in your life you will never forget? 🎼What is your opinion on how music, art, and culture has changed? 💕Do you think two immortals could handle one another’s company forever? 🙄How do you handle boredom and monotony? 💿What is one (or more) inventions you’re thankful exist in your current time? 👿Would you ever use your power and knowledge to destroy? 🌋Do you think you will be alive to see the end of the world? 🗻Do you ever want to escape society altogether for a while? 🤠Have you ever disguised yourself or gone by different names?

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"No, no, you're fine, I assure you," This man seemed just as nervous with conversations as he was. It made speaking with him far easier than he normally found conversing with others to be. "It wasn't of any offense."

While his every day way different, some more difficult than others, he'd long ago come to terms with his disability. The other man's use of the likeness hadn't bothered him.

"I'd like that," He gave him a small, gentle smile. Something, too, that was rare for him, but he felt comfortable enough to give it. "I'm sure you're a wonderful teacher. And, if it's of any reassurance, I've enjoyed talking with you as well."

While he was well aware of his own faults and reasons behind feeling anxious with conversation, he couldn't help but wonder what made the other man this way. What or who was it that first instilled that in him? It was none of his business, he knew, but the man seemed kind, thoughtful. It was upsetting that he would think so low of himself.

"That would be perfect," He offered his hand to the other man once more. "Thank you again, Astin. I truly appreciate your kindness and company."

"O-oh... Oh no, I'm so sorry. I didn't even think," All of the red from his blush blanched from his cheeks then. Just when Astin thought he had been doing fine. This was why so many of the other professors had a tendency to avoid talking to the strange music theory teacher, who never quite seemed to get a hold of conversation skills.

"E-either way - If you ever need a lesson or two, just something to get you started, please let me know. I promise, I'm a much better teacher than I am at normal conversation." If he played it off with a joke, then surely the other man wouldn't laugh too much.... right? Astin anxiously fidgeted with the stitching on his jacket as he contemplated this conundrum.

And yet - the other man was so polite. So kind. So understanding. It was almost... overwhelming. This felt like something out of a movie...

" Oh, yes, of course. Two classes. You have two classes, " Astin stumbled over his words - at least it wasn't his feet this time, "I would love... I mean... that time works for me. I'll... um... I'll meet you here?"

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"I feel obligated as you are frequently in my presence and I am aware you have, at leasst two offspring, to tell you, as the humanss say, happy father's day."

~ The Bride / @laboratoryofthemadbride

He stares at her a moment in confused disbelief. He nearly snapped at her, believing it to be a taunt.

But no, when nothing more came, he realized she was being sincere. His expression shifted, still guarded, but more neutral

Maybe, just maybe some amount of regret and grief.

"...Thank you," He replies. "I appreciate the acknowledgement of it."

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Ah, there it was. A reaction, a further chink in that overconfidence.

Finally.

Not much of anything at all, but it was enough. Enough to tell him that behind her confidence, there was at least a small sliver of fear. It only served to make him all the more curious. The hand to her heart, what did it mean? Her neck, of course, that fully made sense. But the heart was much, much different.

He'd explore more of that later. Whether through willing admission or through searching her mind, he'd find the truth of it.

Though he kept his expression steady, her insistence of her wrist and the offering of the humans surprised and pleased him. He had been expecting her to either refuse outright or refuse to allow him to drink from her directly. So, too, did her wording regarding if he were to need more than she could provide.

He could drain her entirely and still, it would not be enough to sate the horrible hunger that never went away.

He followed after her, his scowl a clear indication of exactly what he felt about her assumption.

"Considering the blood that's been spilled and the atrocities against god that you've already committed there, I hardly think the ground can be considered anything close to considered holy."

It would be something he would keep in mind regardless, lest it become a problem once more.

"How far are we from where you left their bodies? And from there, how far from this laboratory of yours?" He dared ask, the question haunting him despite his tone staying indifferent. "Given your understanding of the amulet, I assume I need not tell you of the need for alternate arrangements should the journey take longer than the night will last."

It was pointless to try to hide or deny that weakness. Though it grated on him to admit to it, she already knew of it and others from her interactions with his brides and with Marya.

His brow furrowed, another thought coming to mind. This one, however, maybe not as cold.

"...Do you have a proper name? it's hardly fitting that I continue to refer to you as 'creature.'"

It wasn't his threat that finally caused a reaction from her. She listened to that small speech with the same almost blank expression she had managed to keep for the majority of this conversation. She'd known something like it was coming if he agreed to her bargain, and she'd known, without shadow of a doubt it would be these such consequences if she failed in her next attempt to kill him.

Though it did flatter her, to know he feared her enough to feel the need to make his threats.

It wasn't even which offer he took. For as much as she hated those she-devils and despised the idea of not only returning them to life, but bringing them back to life for their master, she had already decided it was a sacrifice she was willing to make to return her beloved to her.

It was his last condition.

That was what finally broke her resolve. That was what finally made the creature flinch, disgust showing on her face and, fear, showing in her eyes.

It wouldn't be the first time she'd been fed from.

Far from it, in fact. In her early days, when she had been weak, when she'd been still new to the world, when the Brides had first begun their tormented hunt of her. They may have not been successful in killing her, but they had, many times been successful in their hunt in, other ways.

It hasn't been something she'd wanted to reveal to him. Though it was too late to hide her reaction now.

She'd barely been aware of it, in those few seconds, her free hand had automatically gone to her neck, skin she'd replaced, but ut it hadn't stopped there, barely even lingered.

No, where it lingered, for only but two seconds, was over her heart.

She-devils.

"My wrist." She hissed, her agreement of his condition, "That is where you will drink. If you need more tthen I can provide, inform me and I'll find a few humans to satisfy the rest of your hunger."

She'd wiped that look off her face, no matter what the hiss in her voice betrayed. She didn't linger on it, she didn't even linger on her own response to his condition.

For it did not matter. She hadn't even needed time to think of his condition, she'd do what she needed to return her beloved to her. If he ended up needing more blood from her or truly needed to feed elsewhere, so be it.

And so, she finally turned towards the door. Moving with her confidence now returned to her. A new goal given to her that lead the way to what she wished most for in life.

"Follow me, tthen. I'll retrieve tthoss bodies, and though I assume you will not be fond of the location of the abandoned church, it is where my lab residess."

[thespiderspinning]

Mun Communication Preferences based meme

🏠 Do you prefer to RP within just one fandom, or more? Which verses of yours are more, or less compatible with others? 🗺️ How open are you to meeting new people? Do you like your muses being mentioned IC? To just anyone, or only fandoms/friends that you know? 🪀 How do OOC posts make you feel? Do they affect your IC writing or flow, to know other muns better? 🐣 Is there anything you're new at, just now learning, or practicing when it comes to RP? 💡Do you get ideas from reading meta/headcanons/bios, or do those only pop up as you write? 💌 Have you ever hit it off with a mun right away? What were they like? How fast do you think it takes to warm up to new people? 💋 Are you silly ooc? Casual? Chatty? Do you prefer or enjoy things like small talk, when not rping? 🩵 Do you have any apparent flaws when it comes to RPing/interacting? Be gentle with yourself! 👾 Is knowing a fandom more comfortable when RPing, or do you prefer knowing muns? (Overall.) Do you try new things, or get into new fandoms? ✨ Are you easily intimidated by muns or muses that you admire? ❤️ How does the love in your heart affect how you RP? Any other notable emotions? 🪽 In what way is tumblr better than real life for you? Different from your personal dash, if you have one? 🧤 Name the last need that you Had to take care of before rping!! Anything that made you leave dash, or before turning on the computer, etc.! 🟢 Do You like to tell people when you're online? Why or Why not? 🪪 What's consistent between RP life and not? Anything about you bleed into your writing? 🔦 Connect the dots between you and your muse. Ways that you're the same, different, last time you thought about them, etc. 🎀 What's the last nice thing you saw pertaining to rp?