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“no thank you..” heather whispered, she knew that garlic was also usually in mac n cheese, and didn’t want to risk that. but she was getting more hungry by the second, and really was considering just biting heathers neck right then and there.

at about six, after school, heather had drove her porsche to heathers house, getting out of her car then knocking on the door.

“heatherr?” she called out, knocking on the door.

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Heather shouted at Heather from the kitchen.

Hey Heather! My hands are a bit full right now, so just let yourself in! The door should be unlocked!

Clattering can be heard from the kitchen, followed by a loud crash.

DAMMIT! Stupid silver plates…

[vqmpchan]

“right….” heather subtly backed away from the girl.

it feels like heather was deliberately trying to poison her but didn’t even realize it. — nevermind, that cancels out the whole meaning of deliberately.

“i prefer normal tomato sauce honestly, i heard that garlic is making more people sick recently.”

at about six, after school, heather had drove her porsche to heathers house, getting out of her car then knocking on the door.

“heatherr?” she called out, knocking on the door.

- @vqmpchan

Heather shouted at Heather from the kitchen.

Hey Heather! My hands are a bit full right now, so just let yourself in! The door should be unlocked!

Clattering can be heard from the kitchen, followed by a loud crash.

DAMMIT! Stupid silver plates…

[vqmpchan]

“alright, thats fine.” heather said, though she just sat herself up on top of the counter instead of. “what’cha thinking for dinner?” she asked, crossing her legs.

her breathing returned to normal once the plate was away from her, though she didn’t even need to breathe..

at about six, after school, heather had drove her porsche to heathers house, getting out of her car then knocking on the door.

“heatherr?” she called out, knocking on the door.

- @vqmpchan

Heather shouted at Heather from the kitchen.

Hey Heather! My hands are a bit full right now, so just let yourself in! The door should be unlocked!

Clattering can be heard from the kitchen, followed by a loud crash.

DAMMIT! Stupid silver plates…

[vqmpchan]

“excuse me?” heather hissed, turning to duke. duke had never talked back to her like this before. “you do not talk like this to me, you should be grateful, i would be dead without you helping me like this!”

heather went as far to baring her teeth at duke while she spoke with an artificial tone, she couldn’t lose her sense of authority over duke, even if she was technically abusing her slight power over her.

“i need this to survive, heather, are you really going to do this to me?” heather asked, a slight look of vulnerability flashed in her eyes, before it was replaced with her usual glare. duke was right, chandler needed her, without duke, heather would be shrivelled up in her house, or worse, going on a killing spree at dark because she wasn’t fed!

without control of when heather’s next meal would be, she could go mad, or have physical problems too! she relied on duke to keep her fed since duke was the only one who let her ( at first ).

*The fluorescent lights of the bathroom gleamed down on the two of them, Heather Duke and Heather Chandler in a more than vulnerable position. Duke’s knees buckled, and the cold tile dug into her back as she’s pressed against the counter. Her fists are clenched white at her sides, she could never do the intimacy of having her hands be anywhere else, even the idea of having her fingers laced in fancy red fabric that practically burned for her touch felt like a sin. Her head was tilted back as if she was pleading with a god. Except the only god she knew of in this moment was Heather Chandler, the woman who was currently latched onto her neck. Her fangs sunk in deep, and chilled body frozen up against Duke. Chandler bit like she was starving, like Duke was something she hated and wanted just as badly. Her typical slow control, and assertion of power played its devastating hand at tearing Duke down, and it felt as if the bite agonizingly built her back together, piece by broken piece.*

“Oh- my god..Heather. Come on-“

*It came out like a prayer, the perfect whining undertone slipping through her voice. It showed just how unserious about it she was. How maybe she didn’t want it to stop just yet. A vampire, feeding on her, and she didn’t even try to push her off - even if it stung. Even if it fucking drained her of everything she had. She knew she shook and writhed in pain, that it ached and lit her veins on fire in a feeling not much could compare to. She could never trust Heather not to socially crucify her, and yet here she was trusting the undead with her own life. Except maybe in a dark and sick way, it had felt different recently, and maybe, Duke thought, that it meant Chandler was slowly dragging her down to hell with her, one blood drawing at a time.*

*It had become a ritual by now, and she hated how special it made her feel. She knew that the mythic bitch only drank her blood, or maybe she just convinced herself of that - she’d rather live in denial than face the music of Chandler being latched onto somebody else like this. Duke knew it wasn’t for nutrition either, the girl barely ate enough food to sustain herself - much less to have anything substantial in her bloodstream for Heather to feed on. God, maybe she wasn’t enough, and damn it - she should’ve kept down lunch. Maybe it would’ve satisfied Heather, and maybe this wouldn’t happen as often - but Duke knew no matter what happened, at the end of the day she’d be drained, and left feeling empty inside.*

“This is a mess, Chandler.”

*Her voice came out sharp and cracked, like glass under pressure. Everything felt tight and strangled, as she held back a gasp - cold lips pressed against her pulse point like a warning, or an invitation. Her back arched slightly, and she hated how she shook. Her hands moved to grip the edge of the counter behind her, knuckles white, trying to stay upright - trying to pretend this didn’t shatter her from the inside out.*

“Fuck, I should hate this.. you’re messed up- just tell me you’re done, tell me I’m still me-“

*She pushed at the shoulder in-front of her weakly, with no real force, and no power or meaning behind it. Maybe her words meant nothing, or maybe the difference she was starting to feel was taking a toll on her. The sting of Chandler’s icy lips, and her fangs that pierced deeply into her neck burned. Nothing could compare to her first bite, and nothing could compare to the feeling now. She could hear her own heart beat, and it ate at her just like how Chandler was now. It echoed, strong and willing as it pumped around what Heather now considered to be liquid gold through her body. She held back a cry, refusing to give Chandler the satisfaction of seeing her undone.*

*In these fragile moments, Duke opted not to breathe. Chandlers scent choked the air, flanking Duke with every breath of air. Her scent could wake the dead, and suffocate anyone dumb enough to drink it in. Heather was too intoxicating. The girl drew her in - even after drawing blood - and it was a pull too dangerous for Duke to fuel, and something she absolutely forbade the idea of entertaining- even when she felt lost late at night, lying awake without the girl clad in red not pressed coldly against her in a feral feeding liturgy - wondering if maybe she was awake too, itching to come over. Maybe that’s why she always kept her window unlocked, even if the myths were true that vampires need invited it, Heather had already invited herself into Dukes mind and body like a plague. So Heather could go ahead and leave her mark, and leave the patchy bruise that tauntingly dances across her throat, because it never truly mattered what Chandler ever left, because she never left anything good behind.*

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[vqmpchan]

heather tried to stop herself from hissing at the plate that she felt like was basically shoved in her face. instead she just took a step back when heather held the plate out to her.

“no thanks, i’m not interested.” she grumbled — she just didn’t like silver, it burnt her skin, and she couldn’t even see her reflection in anything made of silver! she had to move her vintage mirrors out of her room because it was basically a repellent..

at about six, after school, heather had drove her porsche to heathers house, getting out of her car then knocking on the door.

“heatherr?” she called out, knocking on the door.

- @vqmpchan

Heather shouted at Heather from the kitchen.

Hey Heather! My hands are a bit full right now, so just let yourself in! The door should be unlocked!

Clattering can be heard from the kitchen, followed by a loud crash.

DAMMIT! Stupid silver plates…

[vqmpchan]

heather just nodded, opening the door and letting herself in. — thank god she was able to, that wae basically an invintation. heather locked the door behind her and went over to the kitchen, looking at heather washing dishes.

“y’know you shouldn’t leave your door unlocked,” heather chuckled. “what’chu say though?”

at about six, after school, heather had drove her porsche to heathers house, getting out of her car then knocking on the door.

“heatherr?” she called out, knocking on the door.

- @vqmpchan

Heather shouted at Heather from the kitchen.

Hey Heather! My hands are a bit full right now, so just let yourself in! The door should be unlocked!

Clattering can be heard from the kitchen, followed by a loud crash.

DAMMIT! Stupid silver plates…

[vqmpchan]

. . . okay.

ur crazy and insane

pardon..? how am i supposed to respond to something like this?

i had a near death experience and people are treating me like this?!

[vqmpchan]

alright, heather. that will be fun.

Hey Heather! Have you seen my lipstick? Y'know, the dark red one. Kinda the shade of blood. Someone must've snatched it. And such a shame, too. I was planning on using some of it tonight...

oh, such a shame. i haven’t seen it, but maybe you should be more responsible with it, and dark red isn’t quite your shade.. especially if it looks like blood. i wonder who would take it..

[vqmpchan]

yeah, of course i agree. red is my favorite color. and i know heather has been so tired lately, i wonder whats wrong with her.. maybe she isn’t eating like she should be. poor little heather. i’ll love to see the renovations, heather!

Hey Heather! Have you seen my lipstick? Y'know, the dark red one. Kinda the shade of blood. Someone must've snatched it. And such a shame, too. I was planning on using some of it tonight...

oh, such a shame. i haven’t seen it, but maybe you should be more responsible with it, and dark red isn’t quite your shade.. especially if it looks like blood. i wonder who would take it..

[vqmpchan]

really? we hadn’t had a hangout or a sleepover at yours in a while, let alone just the two of us. and whats all this talk about blood? seriously, heather. lipstick.. blood diamonds, i mean really. whats next? you’re gonna be talking about actual blood? i’m sure those diamonds would be beautiful though.

Hey Heather! Have you seen my lipstick? Y'know, the dark red one. Kinda the shade of blood. Someone must've snatched it. And such a shame, too. I was planning on using some of it tonight...

oh, such a shame. i haven’t seen it, but maybe you should be more responsible with it, and dark red isn’t quite your shade.. especially if it looks like blood. i wonder who would take it..

[vqmpchan]

ur crazy and insane

pardon..? how am i supposed to respond to something like this?

i had a near death experience and people are treating me like this?!

[vqmpchan]

one thing i hear a lot is the assumption that vampires will burn, shrivel, or melt in the sun.

this is not true. most vampires may burn, but not all. though the sun does weaken me . . make’s me feel extremely tired and hot, i dont burn like i’m assumed to.

[vqmpchan]

i know right? — oh, yeah, sure heather. i haven’t been out in a while, that would br nice. i’m sure we’ll find something for you, something better than a shade of blood.. god, heather. you should know that’s probably too dark or maybe even pops out too much, it’d look like you drink blood !

Hey Heather! Have you seen my lipstick? Y'know, the dark red one. Kinda the shade of blood. Someone must've snatched it. And such a shame, too. I was planning on using some of it tonight...

oh, such a shame. i haven’t seen it, but maybe you should be more responsible with it, and dark red isn’t quite your shade.. especially if it looks like blood. i wonder who would take it..

[vqmpchan]

“hah!” chandler laughed, that simple, sharp cackle she always did. “is poor heather all drained? no more energy for you today, hm?” she teased, then let out an annoyed sigh. “imagine what it’d do to me if you didn’t let me feed off of you.”

her goal was to make duke feel sorry, feel bad for questioning chandler. why wouldn’t it be? if she could guilt-trip duke into staying, then maybe she wouldn’t have to worry about finding someone to take dukes place. maybe duke would finally take care of herself enough for chandler to keep feeding off of her.

and it obviously worked right now.

“i need you, heather.” chandler added as she finished applying her lipstick — long careful strokes that took too long. — and turned to duke. shouldn’t she feel amazing? maybe not physically, but shouldn’t she mentally feel amazing? she was needed by heayher chandler. she was relevant enough for chandler to fist turn to.

*The fluorescent lights of the bathroom gleamed down on the two of them, Heather Duke and Heather Chandler in a more than vulnerable position. Duke’s knees buckled, and the cold tile dug into her back as she’s pressed against the counter. Her fists are clenched white at her sides, she could never do the intimacy of having her hands be anywhere else, even the idea of having her fingers laced in fancy red fabric that practically burned for her touch felt like a sin. Her head was tilted back as if she was pleading with a god. Except the only god she knew of in this moment was Heather Chandler, the woman who was currently latched onto her neck. Her fangs sunk in deep, and chilled body frozen up against Duke. Chandler bit like she was starving, like Duke was something she hated and wanted just as badly. Her typical slow control, and assertion of power played its devastating hand at tearing Duke down, and it felt as if the bite agonizingly built her back together, piece by broken piece.*

“Oh- my god..Heather. Come on-“

*It came out like a prayer, the perfect whining undertone slipping through her voice. It showed just how unserious about it she was. How maybe she didn’t want it to stop just yet. A vampire, feeding on her, and she didn’t even try to push her off - even if it stung. Even if it fucking drained her of everything she had. She knew she shook and writhed in pain, that it ached and lit her veins on fire in a feeling not much could compare to. She could never trust Heather not to socially crucify her, and yet here she was trusting the undead with her own life. Except maybe in a dark and sick way, it had felt different recently, and maybe, Duke thought, that it meant Chandler was slowly dragging her down to hell with her, one blood drawing at a time.*

*It had become a ritual by now, and she hated how special it made her feel. She knew that the mythic bitch only drank her blood, or maybe she just convinced herself of that - she’d rather live in denial than face the music of Chandler being latched onto somebody else like this. Duke knew it wasn’t for nutrition either, the girl barely ate enough food to sustain herself - much less to have anything substantial in her bloodstream for Heather to feed on. God, maybe she wasn’t enough, and damn it - she should’ve kept down lunch. Maybe it would’ve satisfied Heather, and maybe this wouldn’t happen as often - but Duke knew no matter what happened, at the end of the day she’d be drained, and left feeling empty inside.*

“This is a mess, Chandler.”

*Her voice came out sharp and cracked, like glass under pressure. Everything felt tight and strangled, as she held back a gasp - cold lips pressed against her pulse point like a warning, or an invitation. Her back arched slightly, and she hated how she shook. Her hands moved to grip the edge of the counter behind her, knuckles white, trying to stay upright - trying to pretend this didn’t shatter her from the inside out.*

“Fuck, I should hate this.. you’re messed up- just tell me you’re done, tell me I’m still me-“

*She pushed at the shoulder in-front of her weakly, with no real force, and no power or meaning behind it. Maybe her words meant nothing, or maybe the difference she was starting to feel was taking a toll on her. The sting of Chandler’s icy lips, and her fangs that pierced deeply into her neck burned. Nothing could compare to her first bite, and nothing could compare to the feeling now. She could hear her own heart beat, and it ate at her just like how Chandler was now. It echoed, strong and willing as it pumped around what Heather now considered to be liquid gold through her body. She held back a cry, refusing to give Chandler the satisfaction of seeing her undone.*

*In these fragile moments, Duke opted not to breathe. Chandlers scent choked the air, flanking Duke with every breath of air. Her scent could wake the dead, and suffocate anyone dumb enough to drink it in. Heather was too intoxicating. The girl drew her in - even after drawing blood - and it was a pull too dangerous for Duke to fuel, and something she absolutely forbade the idea of entertaining- even when she felt lost late at night, lying awake without the girl clad in red not pressed coldly against her in a feral feeding liturgy - wondering if maybe she was awake too, itching to come over. Maybe that’s why she always kept her window unlocked, even if the myths were true that vampires need invited it, Heather had already invited herself into Dukes mind and body like a plague. So Heather could go ahead and leave her mark, and leave the patchy bruise that tauntingly dances across her throat, because it never truly mattered what Chandler ever left, because she never left anything good behind.*

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[vqmpchan]

can you tell if a person is drunk when you drink their blood? does the alcohol affect the taste of it?

of course not. scientifically, alcohol doesn’t change the taste of blood and i cant tell the difference. the thing about drinking blood is that the taste is different depending on who it is, even if theyre the same blood type i guess. of course i havent explored all my options.. except duke and some drunk men i fuck with.

[vqmpchan]

a gift, from my mom. you know, after the stunt veronica pulled on me she decided to get me some gifts so i’d feel better. i wish i knew what it was called on the top of my head but y’know . . i just have so much.

Hey Heather! Have you seen my lipstick? Y'know, the dark red one. Kinda the shade of blood. Someone must've snatched it. And such a shame, too. I was planning on using some of it tonight...

oh, such a shame. i haven’t seen it, but maybe you should be more responsible with it, and dark red isn’t quite your shade.. especially if it looks like blood. i wonder who would take it..

[vqmpchan]

Hey Heather! Have you seen my lipstick? Y'know, the dark red one. Kinda the shade of blood. Someone must've snatched it. And such a shame, too. I was planning on using some of it tonight...

oh, such a shame. i haven’t seen it, but maybe you should be more responsible with it, and dark red isn’t quite your shade.. especially if it looks like blood. i wonder who would take it..