Plot: Even in Seoul, everybody knows the Crimson Killers’ names.
Warnings: Period mention, graphic depictions of blood and gore, strippers and prostitution, dry humping, violence, slight sexual scenes.
Notes: This chapter does include the “sexual interaction” between Y/N and Min Yoongi, a werewolf, although it is definitely not sex, it might be seen as “weird” to readers. I’m sorry for the wait and for the fact that this part is suffering major Story Number 2 syndrome. Personally, though, I am happy with it!
Extra Notes: I understand that many people will ultimately be disappointed with the contents of this part- I cannot please everybody, and everything included in this story is relevant to the upcoming story I have already planned out. I will just need you to all trust me on my decisions I make and be sure to anticipate how it will impact the story as it progresses. I’m sorry to the readers who didn’t want Y/N having interests outside of Vhope, but this is just who Y/N’s character is and I love her for it. Thanks, though, to those who will enjoy and support my decisions!!
— Whole dialogue which is in italics is dialogue I imagined to be spoken in direct Korean!
The effects of your experience in Las Vegas have come to a dead end since the departure from The Venetian, and frankly, the carmine clips that flicker between the very crevices of your brain continue to haunt you, as you are seated beside the sulking slumber of Jeon Jungkook, and the preoccupied silence of Kim Seokjin, two vampires who changed the course of your eternal misfortune for the greater good.
Oddly, the flight feels familiar to the way it felt leaving Chicago. You leave with a burden weighing upon your shoulders too fragile for the crushing weight, a melancholic feeling residing in the decaying, almost rotten body of your heart still trying to pump blood around you, and the unforgettable memories you created in 104, Rose Avenue at your family home, and on numerous occasions elsewhere. It feels like one large nightmare, one large horror movie doomed to stay on a loop, replaying it’s scariest and most controlling memories over and over until you crack under the pressure of its screams and whispers, taunting you to a deeper dimension of despair. It feels like you are drowning in oxygen that your dead lungs can no longer intake.
Kim Seokjin has flown on several occasions beforehand, and proves to be a suitable and model-example neighbour as he sits beside you, offering only the emotional support of a hand upon your lower thigh, a hardback copy of Twilight in his right hand propped up by an elbow upon the armrest.
Jungkook does not even speak. You suspect it is his methods of overcoming the unexpected, most importantly unforgiving betrayal of his mother, Valerie, back at the hotel in Las Vegas, and it would be unfair for you to pry into the thoughts that already haunt him. So you try to shrink into the suede, navy blue seats with a calm mind, your breaths unevenly spaced but carefully disguised. It would be unecessary to attract the attention of the humans around you on such a small aircraft so far in the air. The future could hold endless possibilities, all too bad over good.
“This book is simply atrocious when it comes to the concept of vampires.”
A/N: Okay, first thing: I hate Mary Winchester. I don’t hate her for having collaborated with the English Men of Letters (okay, a little bit for that, too), but I hate her because she has lied to his own sons! Mary, you’re not only a mother, but that doesn’t mean you can do whatever you want without even thinking your kids. After my outburst, lol, this oneshot came to me the instant I saw the opening scene of the episode.
So, I hope you like it!
If you want to be tagged in my oneshots, just ask!
Mary has lied; all this time,
Sam and Dean thought that she needed to ‘adapt’ to her new/old life. Instead,
she was collaborating with the British Letters Men. And I don’t understand; one
of them tried to kill Sam, tortured him. How she was able to look at the faces
of those men, not thinking about what they did? How did she look her children
in the eyes while she was lying? A hunter is dead, Cas is almost dead; and she
Sam and Dean.. they don’t deserve this.
In the main hall hovers the silence; Dean and Mary are fixed in the eyes. What
said the biggest of the Winchester brothers must have struck deep inside Mary.
Mary; that’s how Dean called her. No mom, but Mary. It must have been like a
bullet in the stomach, those words. For Mary, and for Dean.
Dean breaks eye contact with the mother, and without another word, he leaves. I
look before Sam, who nods at me; I know what he is thinking.
Go to him, I manage.
I would also like to comfort him; Mary has also hurt Sam, especially him. It’s
him that the Letters Men tortured almost to death. I can’t imagine what he’s
I look out of the corner of one’s eye Mary to try to go from Dean, but I raise a hand
to her, and I stopped her. I don’t think it’s a good idea; this would
complicate things even more.
“Y/n, let me go.”
I don’t say anything, and I cross my arms over my chest, waiting for her to
leave. But she didn’t give up, and tries to overstep me.
“He’s my son.”
I laugh sarcastically. Meanwhile, I also try to keep calm; I don’t want Dean
and Sam hates me too, for beating their mother. I approach menacingly Mary,
looking at her straight in the eye.
“Now you remember that he’s your son. The one you call son has suffered,
along with his brother for years. His mother had died horribly, and he had to
raise his younger brother, alone. Then they both had the extraordinary
opportunity to have you back; you should’ve heard how Dean spoke well of you.
How you were a sweet woman, gentle, and strong. And I was happy for him and
Sam, 'cause you were back here with them. But right now, Mary, I regret to have
been happy with your return.”
Mary is speechless, I can’t even look at me or Sam’s eyes. Me and him, we
exchange a look of understanding, then I leave the main hall, to go looking for
I know exactly where he is 'hidden’; our room is like a refuge where lock up
all the feelings that we don’t want to express the outside. And Dean did well
to turn in on himself.
As I expected, when I open the door of the bedroom, he is there, sitting on the
floor, his back to the bed.
I don’t know what to say right now, and I think Dean even listen to my words.
The only thing I do is get close to him, in silence; he turns to me, and his
eyes speak for themselves. At this time he can’t
help but hate her mother, and I understand that. Perhaps even I would hate my
mother, if she did it to me something like that.
I kneel beside Dean, and wrapping my arms around his neck, I sit astride on
him. I draw him as much as possible to me; I try to convey all the affection,
the respect, the love that I feel for him.
Dean and I remain in this position for quite a while; We don’t need words, no
more. Me and him, we’re engaged for so many years, that everyone can understand
what the other is thinking, even with a small gesture.
I caress the Dean’s neck, and I press gently my lips on his lips. There is no
rush in the kiss, or rough, or desire. It’s just a gentle, chaste kiss.
“Do you want to lay down on the bed with me? We close our eyes, we rest a
bit. I think you need it.”
Dean nods, and in silence, we get up from the ground, to lie on our bed. We are
face to face, our noses touching; he approaches me, and hides his face in the
crook of my neck. I attract him back to me, I feel his tears wet my skin; I
caress his back, to comfort him, and after a while, I hear his breathing calm.
He’s asleep; even I slowly close my eyes, to fall into a deep sleep.
When I wake up, Dean is not
beside me. I get up from the bed, and I go to the library. There is no one,
except a Sam ticket, where he says he went out. Maybe
I know where he’s gone..
“Sammy! Y/n! ”
I jump when I hear Dean’s voice behind me. He comes over to me and kissed me. I
warn him that Sam is not there, and nodding, he goes to the cabinet where there
are bottles of whiskey.
“Dean, what are you doing?”
“I look for something to drink.”
I roll my eyes; I know he has just returned from the round of drinks he usually
does, when he’s.. sad. And I feel the smell of alcohol from his breath.
“Again?” I say, crossing my arms over my chest. Dean looks at me, but
didn’t have time to respond. Someone knocks on a sudden of the bunker door.
Dean walks up the stairs, and he and I remain surprised to find him in front of
us. It’s Mr. Ketch, one of the British Letters Men. Earlier, Dean is uncertain
whether to do it or not to enter him, but when Ketch pulls out a bottle of
Scotch from behind his back, well, how can Dean resist it?
“What are you
Dean brings me back to reality, as the wind hits my face.
What am I thinking? At how he became stunned from that idiot Ketch. The man
managed to convince him to get into the car, and to follow him into a vampire
hunting. Not until I called my boyfriend 'serial killer’. I know that Dean can’t resist when there are vampires to kill, so I avoided saying to him that I
do not agree on what we are going to do.
“Y/n, they are just vampires.”
“I’m not worried about them.”
Dean runs a hand off the wheel, and tightens mine. He approached my hand to his
lips, and kisses her.
“Just because we’re going to kill vampires with an idiot English it doesn’t mean that I trust them.”
“What if it’s a trap?”
Dean smiles, and looking from the road, then at me, tightens my hand in his.
“I’m lucky, then, to have you to protect me.”
“This place is
empty.” I say, after inspecting the hotel, where, according Ketch, there
had to be the nest of vampires.
“I found one.”
Mr. Ketch approaches me and Dean, with a girl; he pushes her toward us, and she
falls to the ground. The Englishman asks the woman where are the other
vampires, but she refuses to tell. I open wide my eyes when I see Ketch hit
with a punch the woman straight in her face; he continues to hit her, again and
again, but the girl doesn’t speak.
“Okay, that’s enough!”
I get close to Ketch and push him away from the woman, while Dean approaches
her and tries to get her to talk with a different method.
“What’s up? It’s a vampire!” says Ketch enraged, looking at me, and
“Yes, it is, but it’s also a person.”
Ketch laughs, and I try to stop myself from beating him. Suddenly, even I
laugh, but it’s just a way to calm down.
“Did you understand now?” I ask to the Englishman.
“The difference between us hunters, and you stupid British. The reason why
we don’t want to cooperate with you. The truth is.. we have a heart. We are
hunters, but we know when we need to stop us. You said that Dean is a serial
killer, like you. But you don’t know anything about him. And you’ll never know.
Dean approaches me and Ketch, as we continue to staring at us.
“We have a problem.”
I look away from the Englishman and I ask Dean what’s going on.
“Vampires have gone hunting.”
The Impala hurtles faster on
the road, while Dean follows the Ketch’s motorbike; we are headed to the
operational base of the British Letters Men. As told the vampire, her peers
have rebelled, and have decided to fight back.
“What you said to Ketch..”
“It’s the truth.”
“No Dean. You want to know what I think about this morning? I hate those
fucking English. I hate them from the first moment, for what they did to Sam,
for what they did to our family. And I hate the fact that they have managed to
convince Mary to work with them.”
Dean opens his mouth to say something, but then closes it. I sigh; Mary will
also lied to Sam and Dean, but she’s their mom, and those assholes of the
British must have told her something to convince her.
“Do you think they have convinced her in some way?”
I raise my hands to the sky, exasperated. I believe I’m about to explode.
“It’s the same thing that Ketch did with you! You are so angry with your
mother, that doesn’t realize that you just went hunting with an Englishman. A
fucking British Letters Man!”
“Please Dean. I.. I don’t want to listen to you, or your mother, or an
asshole British. So, shut up, and lets save your mother.”
I take a deep breath, and relax in the Impala’s seat. I know, probably Dean
knows I’m right, but he’s stubborn, so he would never admit it. Mary was wrong,
but she’s his mother, and she’s part of the family. I just hope that she don’t
beat me up when I see her.
Suddenly, Dean slows, and stops the car on the roadside.
“Dean, what the hell are you doing? We have to move!”
Dean sling on my lips, and kisses me. I know that we must act quickly, but I don’t
care, I attract him closer to me, and I return the kiss.
We bounce both Dean and I, when we hear Ketch honk.
I pretend not to hear, and I look Dean in the eye.
“You’re an idiot. Now move your ass, and starts the car.”
Pulling himself together, he turns on the car and set out. Dean smiles, and
looks at me, and then concentrate on the road.
“And you’re awesome. Now, lets save my mom.”
Bela Kiss was a Hungarian serial killer who killed 23 women and one man. He then pickled their bodies in wooden barrels.
Kiss would prey on women advertising in the dating section of the local newspaper. His victims were mostly widows, who jumped at the chance to go on a date with the most eligible bachelor in town. In 1914, Kiss was drafted into the army to fight in World War 1. When he didn’t return, his landlord decided to clean out his home. He then made the grisly discoveries of 20-something bodies in large barrels, and alerted the authorities.
When the police came and opened them all up properly, they found a woman’s body inside each, preserved in wood alcohol. Eventually, there were a total of 24 barrels recovered, each holding a pickled corpse. Many were naked women with ropes around their necks. Puncture wounds in some of the victims’ necks suggested that they had been drained of blood, earning Kiss the sobriquet of Vampire of Cinkota.
You’ve been best friends with Kol as long as you could remember. You were friends with him through Mystic Falls, through him coming back in his new body. And one thing was constant, you loved him in whatever body he was in.
But you were his best friend. Just his best friend, you weren’t special, you weren’t magical, you were just a vampire. Nothing more, nothing less. You weren’t short and pretty and giggled at every word he said. You weren’t perfect. You weren’t a rebel who went against her people. You weren’t her. You weren’t Davina.
Davina Claire. The woman-the GIRL who was spending more than enough time with YOUR best friend. it was sickening. She laughed at EVERYTHING he said, when some of it wasn’t even funny. She was the perfect girlfriend wrapped up in a tiny little bow. And even though your best friend told you repeatedly it was nothing you knew he was a liar.
Which is why you may or may not have been completely pleased when Klaus threw Kol back in the vampire pit, so to say and he had to stay with you, without her and her disruptions. You rolled your eyes at her pleas for Marcel to keep him safe. Please, you’d keep him safe. He was your best friend not hers.
You smiled, walking around the room Kol had locked the two of you in, away from the vampires, the ones that wanted to kill him as of now to be correct. You didn’t doubt you’d want to soon enough, thanks to Finns spell but you giggled telling him “I’ll give you permission to stake me if I try to eat you.” You noticed a blush on his face before he said “m'not gonna stake you.” You nodded, turning back to look at the books, feeling his eyes glaze over your body, and secretly you were glad you chose a skirt to show off your legs. Even though you suppose it didn’t matter considering he liked short girls.
Settling on a novel you plucked it from the case, laughing as Kol said “you best know where that goes, Elijah will have a coranary.” “Yeah well if that’s the only way Elijah gets off on Friday nights I feel bad.” He laughed, his eyes on you as you read. Looking up you smiled “what?” You laughed while he shook his head “nothing, you just are pretty.”
You flushed, thankful for the lack of lights in the Mikaelson home. “Pretty.” You weighed the words before saying “thanks I guess.” Looking back at the book he laughed “you act like I called you hideous.” You didn’t tell him but you would rather he did, you didn’t need hope when he was definitely dating someone else. “Are you listening?” You looked up “what?” He laughed “I said you act like I called you hideous.”
You nodded “I heard you.” “And you didn’t want to reply?” You shook your head “not really, what am I supposed to say?” He shrugged, his brow furrowing “what’s wrong with you?” You shook your head “nothing, I’m just not sure you’re new girlfriend would appreciate you calling other girls pretty.” He raised his brows “girlfriend? Who’re you-Davina?” You wanted to scream at him for acting clueless. “Are you jealous?” You ignored him, but looked at him as he stood up “I’m not jealous of anything I just don’t think that’s appropriate behavior do you?” He smiled and you sighed “besides don’t know why I would be of any interest to you, m'not short, pretty, perfect or magical, m'not like her. M'nothing special.” You murmured the last part, hoping without his vampire hearing he wouldn’t hear you. Instead he leaned next to the desk, leaning forward to tuck hair behind your ear “I called you pretty didn’t I?” You froze, looking down as he let his hand hesitate on your cheek before you pulled away “you can’t do that.”
Standing up you put your book back feeling him follow you “do what? Be nice to you?” You sighed, closing your eyes “it’s not nice,‘it’s deceiving and mean.” “Mean? What why?” “Because Kol, because I care about you and you can’t act like you do when you don’t, it’s not fair!” Walking away you stopped as he said “I don’t? How do you know I don’t?” Turning you looked at him “I dunno Kol cause you never act like it, you’re always with the witch girl, you never call me pretty or anything close to it.” He smiled “you are jealous.” “THIS ISNT ABOUT BEING JEALOUS!” He held up his hands, looking at you shocked as your vampire face showed, you covered your face in embarrassment, ashamed, you’ve never shown him your vampire face and that was cause you wanted him to think you’re pretty. Wanted him to think you were like Davina.
You heard him walking over before feeling his hand on yours “y/n..” You shook your head “look at me love, please.” You shook your head “don’t want you to see me like this.. Don’t want you to be afraid.” He sighed, “I’m not afraid.” You licked your lips, letting him pull your hands from your face, but closed your eyes, feeling his hands cup your face, thumbs brushing over the veins under your eyes. He wasn’t running. “Y/n please look at me, wanna see your eyes love.” You shook your head “they won’t be-” “they won’t be your e/c eyes I know love, was one before too ya remember.” You let out a laugh, quickly covering your mouth remembering your fangs. But he stopped you, lowering your hand and you opened your eyes slowly, seeing his blue eyes looking back at your black ones.
You watched his face for a reaction, his eyes going over your face, before he smiled “beautiful” you rolled your eyes “that’s likely.” Him laughing as you glared, you had a lisp when you were in vampire form. “That’s not funny.” He smiled “you’re right that’s not funny.” You smacked him on the arm as he mimicked your lisp, him grabbing your hand before cupping your face again “I told you I’m not afraid.” You looked at him “why did you want to see my face.. Like this.” You were deflated. You watched him swallow before saying “why didn’t you want me to see your face like this?” You sighed “cause it’s ugly, I’m not pretty or perfect or look anything close to someone you would like.” He looked at you before whispering “you know I’m not dating Davina.. Right?”
You looked at him “you’re not?” He shook his head “I mean it may make me feel good with flirting with her and having someone laugh at everything I say.” You looked at him and he smiled “but I love when someone calls me on my shit, someone who tells me that not everything I say is funny, someone who gives me a run for my money and is just as stubborn if not more than I am.” You smiled and he smiled “I love you y/n.” You touched his hand that was with yours and whispered “even if I don’t look like her.”
He smiled “now how can I do this if you were short?” He asked before crashing his mouth with yours, vampire fangs and all. Pulling away, you laughed as he touched your cheeks, your human side back “m'some Prince Charming huh?” You threw your arms around him kissing him fiercely, giggling as he whispered “plus I adore your killer legs too much to want you short.” “Shhhh.” He smiled and whispered “what do you say we make the most of this couch and having to be locked in here for hours?” You smiled “I’d like that.”
August 27th, 1956. 3 days after the death of Y/N L/N.
Chicago lies in pools of red.
It’s almost as if the sunny state of Illinois has been put under strict curfew- it involves rushing around in the safe, broad daylight with the uncertain safety that city cops have to provide, and then locking doors and shutting curtains on starswept evenings all in the fear of what remains unleashed in the shadows.
It’s been a full week since the mass murder on the city church. A show of crimson puddles and torn necks, eyes lifeless and bodies mangled in the nave and chancel of the large, rustic framed church. The stained glass can no longer offer a light as it lies in a shroud of melancholy and regret. America, a place of freedom and power, confined to curfews from 6am to 7pm- all at the hands of the Crimson Killers.
Newspapers eventually stopped writing articles for them. The news begins to get unhyped when it’s a new killing for every front page.
In Bates Manor, a large and neatly designed mansion located in the sparse green of the Black Forest near the outskirts of Chicago, Kim Taehyung paces back and forth with his hands in a knot behind his back. His mind is cloudy, thoughtless, empty.
“Pacing isn’t going to find her.”
At the brisk, bitter sound of his lovers voice, Taehyung opens his discoloured red eyes to briefly stare at the other boy, sitting with his legs outstretched towards a dancing fire, ankles hooked over each other silently thinking and breathing. He makes not a single noise in the haunting silence of the house.
“I’m working on it,” Taehyung replies. “Don’t rush me.”
“She could be out of Chicago for all we know,” Hoseok barks a laugh sarcastically. “And ‘ain’t that a bitch. I’m just wondering…whose fault might that be?”
His words are suggestive but Taehyung need not think hard. The results of what happened three nights before, with red stained bedsheets and broken furniture pieces- not to forget the discarded carcass of whatever loser he had emptied in the stale bathroom moments earlier-, had been disastrous. When Jung Hoseok, official superior mate of the younger, more naive vampire Kim Taehyung, had stepped into the scene with a heavy sense of burden on his beautiful expressions, Taehyung was restless. No blood, no love, no sex- his mate was resentful.
It all comes back to you- the beauty for the beast.
And, despite being your now mate, which only rarely happens, Kim Taehyung has not the smallest clue on your whereabouts.
7 Fictional Schools to Enroll At If Your Hogwarts Letter Never Arrives
If you walked into the halls on your first day this year wishing they had a little more of any of the above: magic, adventure, romance, or secrets – this roundup is for you. It may be too late to switch schools now, but read on for 7 to consider transferring to at the semester!
It’s Harper Price and some of her classmates that make first period a little more than ordinary: after an incident at a school dance, she acquires crazy powers and becomes one in a line of ancient guardians. Maybe think twice about borrowing her lip gloss. And look out for the third book, LADY RENEGADES, on April 12th 2016!
Hear us out: while you may think you’re walking into an ordinary day in a high school just like your own, it 100% won’t be because you’ll have Scott guiding you through with his infinite wisdom. Case in point:
“If you’re friends with a girl in kindergarten, try to stay friends with her when you get older because otherwise she might forget she ever knew you, and she might get so drop-dead gorgeous you don’t have the guts to remind her that you once shared a pack of peanut-butter crackers.”
Well, you definitely won’t be bored starting a new boarding school in London while a killer is mimicking the deeds of Jack the Ripper and you can tag along with Louisiana teen Rory…who’s the only one who can see him.
[Hey, can you do an Kai Parker imagine? So the reader and Kai are just friends but then they have a fight and they both admit that they have feelings for each other. Kai said that he never felt that way and the reader changed him. And the reader said she loves every side of him even the bad side and that she wants to stay with him forever. And then they kiss each other. Thank you ❤❤❤ Or a oneshot? 🤘 ❤]
“Kai.” I poke his cheek. “Kai, what’s wrong?”
Kai doesn’t respond and I raise a brow, shifting to sit in front of him. He keeps his head down. “Malaly what’s wrong?”
Again I get nothing and I sigh. “Malaly what’s the matter?” I take his hand, worried about his silence. “Mal-”
“Y/N, just leave me alone!” Kai suddenly snaps, snatching his hand back. My eyebrows raise and he rolls his eyes, standing up and walking away.
“What?” I ask, completely confused. I stand up and follow him to the bedroom. I knock on the door, realising that it’s locked. “Malaly, what’s wrong?”
Kai doesn’t respond and I sigh. We were literally just watching a bunch of cringeworthy romance movies. It was funny and then somehow Kai went all silent and moody.
“Y/N, go away!” He says. “Go away!”
I step back from the door and frown. “Fine.” I spit. “Weirdo.”
Walking away, I leave his apartment with a slam of the door.
“What’s wrong Y/N?” Damon asks me, sitting down beside me on the sofa.
“Kai is being an idiot.” I say, with a frown as I flick through the pages of my book.
Damon hums, sipping his bourbon. “How so? Because Kai is always an idiot.”
I roll my eyes. “He’s shutting me out for some reason.” I say. “I’ve called and texted him-”
“Sounds a little stalkerish, Y/N.”
I glare, shutting my book and shoving his arm. Damon laughs and I sigh. “I’m not a stalker, Damon.” I say. “And Kai and I have been friends for years.”
Kai and I met in the prison world, I got sent there because I practise with magic I wasn’t suppose to. My coven dumped me in there after I nearly burned down a whole town.
Kai was there and we spent nearly five years alone until Damon and Bonnie showed up. “Maybe he’s just a little moody.” Damon says.
I shrug. “Probably but it’s just strange, normally we argue but then it turns into a laughing fit.”
“Why don’t you go over and ask him?”
“I tried yesterday but he just ignored me, I knew he was there because the TV was on.”
“Try again because you’ve spent days drooping around here.” He says. I roll my eyes and he grins. I’ve spent the last week or so with the Salvatore’s.
I hum. “Ok, Damon. I go and get him to speak to me. I miss my best friend.”
Damon smiles. “Awww…..”. He says. I laugh and roll my eyes. “But you need to wash.”
“Do I smell that bad?”
He nods. “Worse.”
“Malaly, I’m coming in whether you like it or not.” I say, charging into the door.
However what I don’t see is Kai opening the door. “Y/N-”
“What-” Before either of us can finish our sentence, I fall on top of Kai and he lands on the floor.
Both of us groan in pain but it soon changes into laughter. “Y/N, what are you doing here?”
“I came to see why you’ve been acting so moody.” I say, sitting up on him. “Malaly, what’s wrong?”
“You’ve been acting like someone spat in your pork grinds.” I say, ruffling his hair. “What’s the matter?”
“I have been feeling weird.” He confesses and I raise a brow with confusion.
“What’s wrong Malaly?” I ask, feeling his temperature. “You don’t feel warm.”
“I just have some weird feeling in my stomach.” Kai says. I nod. “Y/N, can you get off of me?”
“Oh, yeah.” I reply, getting up and fixing my clothes. Kai gets up and shuts the apartment door, locking it afterwards.
I go into the kitchen and make myself a jam sandwich, Kai doesn’t mind if do this because he also does it when he comes over to my place.
“Kai, your apartment needs a clean.” I tell him, taking a bite of my sandwich. Kai shrugs and takes the other half of my sandwich.
“I don’t care.” He says. “I can get use a spell to clean it.”
“Or you can do it yourself?” I add, nudging his arm.
Kai rolls his eyes, chewing on jam sandwich. “Too much effort?”
I laugh and hum in agreement. “I agree especially since you’d make me help.”
Kai nods and smiles slightly making me smile.
“Kai!” I yell. “Don’t walk away from me!”
“Y/N, leave me alone for once!” He shouts back. “Just go away.”
“All I did was suggest you go to a hospital because of your stomach ache!” I snap, chucking a glass at him. Kai dodges it and it smashes on the wall.
“What the hell?” Kai shouts, looking from the broken glass to me. I glare.
“Kai what is the matter with you?” I ask, taking a step closer and grabbing his hand. “Malaly-”
“Malaly, what is the matter?” I ask, calming my voice down and looking at him.
“Remember when I mentioned about my stomach ache?” I nod and he sighs. “Well it wasn’t literally a stomach ache.”
“Then what is it?” Kai lifts his head up and looks at home. “Malaly-”
“I like you Y/N.”
I nod. “I know, I like you too Kai.”
He lets out a deep breath. “No, Y/N. I like you.” He bites his lip. “I really like you.”
My eyebrows raise but I smile, I’ve always had this small crush on Kai for a while. “I….really like you too Malaly.”
His face lights up and I giggle. “Really?”
I nod. “I have for a while but I didn’t want to say and ruin our friendship.”
“That’s how I felt.” Kai comments. I laugh as does he. “It’s just that I’ve never felt this way and I got scared.”
“I’m not the same person I was before, Y/N. You changed me from the horrible murderer I used to be.” Kai tells me and I feel my heart swell with joy.
“Malaly.” I hug him and he hugs me back. “I love every side of you, from the psycho killer to the sarcastic idiot.”
He grins and next thing I know his lips are over mine and I don’t hesitate to kiss him back.
[End of imagine, apologises it took forever and requests are open.]
Mitchell was originally from West Moors, Dorset, but she and her family moved
to Australia in 2000. When Stacey was 16-years-old, she ran away from her
family home and moved in with 19-year-old Valerie Parashumti and 21-year-old
Jessica Stasinowksy, who were in a relationship and living in Perth, Australia.
Just eleven days later, Mitchell would be dead.
couple had been a part of the so-called vampire culture and could often be
found drinking one another’s blood, as well as their own. In fact, according to
Stasinowky’s lawyer, they both enjoyed “being sexually aroused by the infliction
of violence.” Stasinowsky had an extremely jealous streak which would soon
prove to be deadly. She developed a hatred for Michell after believing that she
was flirting with Parashumti. Wanting to prove to her girlfriend that Mitchell
meant nothing to her, they decided they would kill her together.
On 18 December,
2006, Mitchell, Parashumti and Stasinowky spent the day drinking whiskey. Then
when the time was right, Parashumti crept up behind Mitchell and smashed her
over the head with a slab of concrete before they strangled her with a dog
chain. It took at least 45 minutes for her to die, but Stasinowsky later told a
prison officer that she wished it had taken longer because they had become
aroused by the blood. The sadistic pair filmed the aftermath of the murder –
they even kissed over her deceased body.
pleaded guilty and were sentenced to 24 years behind bars. Throughout their trial,
they were seen giggling and whispering with each other, showing zero remorse.
some anon asked for “returned from the dead” kiss for Avpol…
So like, if Abdul survived the whole Spirit of Emptiness incident or basically was spit out from the void after Polnareff defeated Vanilla. It would take some time for everyone to know about who survived what, and given how Polnareff was beaten up by two vampires in a row I suppose he’d be in hospital by the time Abdul caught up with him, already treated, already waiting for the pain killers to kick in and knock him out… cause damn it, if it happened once it can happen again
I’m no an expert on vamp movies idk anything but my fave ones would have 2 be:
- Vampire’s Kiss (1989) Nicolas Cage is actually a genius tbh he plays a deranged wall street yuppie who thinks he’s turning into a vampire. also he’s a method actor so he actually eats a cockroach in this movie lmao
- Ganja and Hess (1973) this is a rly beautiful and hypnotic vampire romance it haunts me 2 this day
- the 1922 and 1979 versions of Nosferatu ofc
- the 1931 and 1992 Dracula yes ik ppl make fun of Keanu Reeves’ portrayal of Jonathan Harker but they need 2 stfu
- Shadow of the Vampire (2000)
- Fearless Vampire Killers (1967)
- Daughters of Darkness (1971)
- Blood for Dracula (1974) ok so this 1 is frikin hilarious Udo Kier is a vampire who needs the blood of virgins to survive but keeps accidentally drinking the blood of “loose” women lmfao so in one scene he vomits out blood and in a distressed panic screams “the blood of zis whores is killing me!” in his thick German accent and I think that’s the greatest moment in cinematic history
(I apologize if some of the gifs don’t work. I tried my best to find the best ones and make some of my own. You can find the last five on the Grimm Wikia.)
Aries: Gryphon is a legendary creature with the body, tail, and back legs of a lion; the head and wings of an eagle; and an eagle’s talons as its front feet. The gryphon was thought to be an especially powerful and majestic creature and king of all creatures. Gryphons are known for guarding treasure and priceless possessions.
Taurus: Cerberus is a quite large hellhound, standing at least 5 stories and homing three heads upon its shoulders. In most works, the three heads respectively see and represent the past, the present, and the future, while other sources suggest the heads represent birth, youth, and old age. Cerberus was always employed as Hades’ loyal watchdog, and guarded the gates that granted access and exit to the underworld; keeping the dead in and the living out.
Gemini: Merpeople are a general group for creatures with the upper body of a woman/man and lower body of a fish. The most common are sirens, which are known for luring sailors off of their boats and into the water with their singing voice and beauty before drowning them.
Cancer: Faeries is a general group for small humanoid creatures with wings and magical powers. The less common kind (goblins, for example) are evil, using their powers for mischief and selfishness. Some folklore see them as demons or dead, vengeful spirits.
Leo: Chimera is a monstrous fire-breathing hybrid creature; usually depicted as a lion, with the head of a goat arising from its back, and a tail that might end with a snake’s head. They are known as omen of nature disasters and even satanic forces.
Virgo: Werewolf is a human with the ability to shift into a wolf-like creature. They change due to emotions, mostly negative ones like anger, jealousy, disgust, and fear. Or during the full moon, which is common in all folklore.
Libra: Vampires are a being that feed on human blood. Commonly, they are turned by drinking some vampire blood, dying, then rising to have a craving for human blood. Some lore says they are demons.
Scorpio: Manticore is a creature with the body of a lion, face of a man and tail of a scorpion. They are known as “man-eater’s” and paralyze their prey with the venom in their tail before eating them.
Sagittarius: Fuchsbau is a person that can shift into a fox-like creature. They have excellent sense of smell and are great at lying.
Capricorn: Lausenschlange are people that can shift into snake-like creatures. They are powerful and stealthy, being able to subdue their prey easily. Also man-eaters.
Aquarius: Musai are similar to sirens, expect that they are on land. Their kiss is like a narcotic and can be deadly.
Pisces: Yaguarate are people that can shift in jaguar-like creatures. They are normally shy, but if pushed, they will become killers.
You: “I feel like you’re seeing other girls, Damon.” Damon: “How? I mean why would you think that?” You: “You seem so off lately. Not into me..” Damon: “(Y/N), you need to listen to me. I came back to Mystic Falls to find Kartherine. I found her, but I fell in love with another girl. I spend so many years looking for her. But I let her go.. for you. Don’t think I’ll leave you that easily, (Y/N). I will always choose you.”
You look at him suprised. The sudden confession took you off guard. Damon decided to calm you down by pushing you closer and kissing you.
You: “I’m sorry for thinking that you would cheat on me.” Damon: (smirks) “It’s okay. I’m very handsome. I would think that too. I’m a lady killer.” You: (laugh) “Yeah, right!”
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1. “I don’t care if I live or die. Go ahead and kill me.” - Jeffrey Dahmer, “Milwaukee Cannibal.”
2. “Tell me. After my head has been chopped off, will I still be able to hear, at least for a moment, the sound of my own blood gushing from the stump of my neck? That would be a pleasure to end all pleasures.” - Peter Kürten, “The Vampire of Dusseldorf”
3. “I’d like you to give my love to my family and friends.” - Ted Bundy
4. “Kiss my ass.” - John Wayne Gacy, “Killer Clown.”