forum Hush now... it’s just a bad dream. (Vampire Romance, very closed, sorry)

Started January 13, 2020 by @Celeste_X0X0_ group

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(Aww, thanks, but you're clearly the talented one here. I mean, look at the size of our writing!)

Cress watched in confusion as he basically spilled his heart out to her. Despite trying to stop it, she couldn't help the smallest burst of pity that exploded in her. She shoved it down quickly, scolding herself. He's a vampire, Cress. They don't have hearts. He's just lying. Although… was he, really, telling the truth?

She shook her head to clear the thought, and smiled. It wasn't like her normal smile, which was sweet and loving. This was cold, hard and dangerous, the smile of a wolf. "Well," she said, relishing every word, "I can kill you if you want."

Not only would that rid her of the problem of him, it would also keep things easy, and she could test her skills against a new vampire.

(Nah, i just have a lot to say. Especially at like 5 in the morning when I haven’t slept at all. I don’t really think size matters. More the writing itself. And your writing is really good and enjoyable to read!)

“Humans now are pretty naive. Its my instincts to fight back. So i will. And I’ll kill you if i must. Which I don’t want to do. Dammit, haven’t you had enough annoying me? Just leave will you?”
He says, seeming mentally exhausted. It was obvious hes had more of a rough day than usual.
A few bruises on his face to tell you that much. A little cut on his forehead that his hair would normally cover up, but he ran his clean hand through it, making the trickle of blood that had already dried. It looked deep.
He had gotten his head bashed in earlier today by a group of guys. He could have fought back and killed all five of them within less than thirty seconds or maybe less. But he didnt want to get suspended by kicking these kids asses in the first year he’s been here.
So he just let it happen behind the school. His arm and the side of his ribs ached, but it would heal quickly. Even if his ribs got cracked. It would heal much faster than a normal human. With cuts, the blood clots easily and quicker since its less liquidy and cold. So it would heal quicker than normal.

(I still think you're a better writer than me.)

When he called her naive, it was the breaking point. Her calm mask faded, and she straightened from leaning against the tree. "Naive," she hissed, anger and deep, soul-penetrating hatred pouring from her words. "I know what you are, vampire. I knew from the start. I know your kind. You think you can kill and destroy, just because you've been given upgrades! I know how to kill you, and I will do so, in a heartbeat. And no one will care, will they?"

She glared down at him, pure hatred in her eyes. Any pity she had had for him was gone. Her knives blazed in her hands, catching the light of the moon easily, bouncing it back, so that the surrounding area glimmered with stars.

They were knives made of pure silver. It killed werewolf children easily, and took care of vampires, as well, so she always brought them along with her. Iustitia and Vindicta were their names. Justice and Revenge.

"I would like to think that this is an upgrade. And that people won't care." he sighed, standing up and looking down on her. "you're not going to kill me that easily. Stop being so see through. Just the word naive made you mad? Oh come on you wuss" he scoffed, rolling his eyes as if she told a bad joke.
"I'm sorry for your hatred and all for vampires. I'm guessing they killed your….either brother or parents. Either way. I didn't do it, so you can stop being annoying." he says with a sigh of annoyance, though ready to fight if she so much as batted an eyelash.

(Just tellin' the truth ;) )

Cressida laughed coldly. "I'm annoying? That's pathetic, really. Is that the best insult you can come up with?"

She shook her head at the childish insult and opened her mouth to speak, when her phone rang. She scowled and slid her blades back into her sleeves before pulling out her phone and looking at the caller. It was her uncle.

"Yes?"

"I need you to come quickly. We have an emergency with werewolves in the liquor store, and I need you right now." He hung up.

She sighed. "Well, you're in luck, vampire. I guess I'll see you around."

With that, she melted into the shadows and vanished without a sound, almost as if she had never been there.

(Okay, so before i say this, i think Cressida is super cool and i absolutely love her.)
(So I don’t know what your plan is with the werewolves and how strong your characters are but like i wouldnt have her totally obliterate or even like kill all of the werewolves. I mean, werewolves are werewolves after all. They’re pretty powerful.
(Also, the werewolves I’m thinking are in this can be like half human half wolf but can fully transform into a wolf. They succeed in surviving in this world for a reason lol. I’m not even making my character as strong as werewolves. Probably maybe a match XD)
(I’m not saying that you’re making your character overpowered. I couldn’t even if i wanted to because I haven’t even seen what she could do, but I’m just saying just in case. Because some people i roleplay with…. do…do that. If that makes sense. IM SO SORRY AGAIN I’m just telling you this to be safe. But your character still can be pretty powerful.)
(Again, shes super cool lol)

He let out a low growl in annoyance before he spoke. “I…wasnt trying to insult you. I was just stating a simple fact. Now If i were trying to insult you to get to you, i would use the assumed death of a family member to do so.” He says looking at his bloodied hand.
When she picked up the phone, his ears picked up on what was said over the phone. Perking some slight interest in him, he showed none of it.

“I sure hope not” he says rolling his eyes at her “i guess I’ll see you around”
And really? Does she have to keep calling him vampire? He had a name! He decided to speak up about it.
“Its Min-Hyuk by the way. Not “vampire”” he says as he turned around, picking up the body and dragging it away by the leg, not caring whether she had left or not.

(YES! I love that idea!)
(And I totally get that, and hate when people do that to their characters.)
(So, basically, as she's been training for most of her life, she can take out two, three werewolves pretty easily. But not more than that without struggling or getting hurt.)
(That's about as powerful as she gets. She's also pretty fast, and strong, and knows most of the weaknesses of supernatural creatures, and is considered one of the best of her generation, but even then, she's still human, and still has a ton of weaknesses, even more than the creatures she kills do.)
(So… if he doesn't interfere, she'll die, is what I'm saying.)
(And Slayers take life debts very seriously.)

Cress heard some of what he had said, and rolled her eyes, before moving over to his bike. She eyed it. Should she steal it? Nah. She didn't have his keys, and he was likely to attack her that way. Also, she only knew how to start cars without keys, not motorcycles.

She glanced around. How would she get there quickly? Running would just tire her out.

Then, she spotted a car, an old red truck on enormous wheels, and smirked. "Hello, gorgeous," she purred.

A few moments later, the car roared to life. The sound of the engine echoed throughout the neighborhood, and she smiled, and hit the gas, going as fast as she could toward the fight, her blood already racing with excitement at the thought of a fight.

When she got there, not even minutes later, she could tell something was up. There were bodies of the store workers all over, and broken glass covered the floor. Blood and beer mixed together, making the entire place stink, and Cressida wrinkled her nose. Wishing that she had her gear with her, she left her backpack in the truck, and her jacket, and dashed out into the fight with her two silver knives and a few bags of silver powder. She jumped out of the truck and onto the road, glad that she had gone for practical dress today. She did miss her combat boots, though. They were much sturdier than her tennis shoes.

Her uncle and cousin were already there, fighting three werewolves back-to-back. Cress rann over to them, and sliced down on the werewolf, chopping it neatly in half while it wasn't paying attention. Blood sprayed her, and she blinked, wiping some from her eyes. "And this was my favorite shirt, too," she complained.

Her uncle gave her a nod of acknowledgement, and the three of them started to fight together. She downed one, while they took down others.

But the creatures just kept on coming. Drenched by now with blood and gore, she was panting hard, and had a small cut on her face, just above her left eyebrow, which kept leaking blood into her eye.

And then, distracted as she wiped her blood from her eye, she was wrenched away from her uncle and cousin, and knocked to the ground. A wolf stood over her, inches from her face, hot drool spilling onto her neck. It's teeth gleamed in the light of the streetlamps. Her uncle and cousin were busy with another werewolf, one bigger than all the others, and couldn't help her. Her knives had skidded from her reach, and she was defenseless against the creature.

She held up her hands, trying to stop the drool from dripping onto her, as the creature snarled and snapped at her face. She grabbed it by the muzzle and strained, keeping the snapping teeth away, but only barely. Her muscles ached with the effort, and she knew that she couldn't hold the wolf for long.

(NICE)
(And thank goodness you replied. I thought you hated me TT~TT)
(But thats just me overthinking literally everything lol)

He walked a few minutes away before he heard the roaring engine of the truck outside of the forest by the gate. Not wanting anything to do with it for now and eating was his best chance of surviving without going on a rampage. Man, he really didnt want to do that again.
Thinking about it made his jaw tense. Killing that Child all those months ago. He regretted it with all of the sanity he had left in that stone cold heart of his.
The girls words rang in his head and he couldn’t shake them. Vampires aren’t heartless. They have compassion. Just some a little less than others. He couldn’t help what happened to her. He was just taking a wild guess. That was normally the reason Slayers became who they were today. Not just because they thought it was cool.
Hes run into quite a few slayers and hes killed all of them quickly. Manipulation was key.
Knowing and striking their weaknesses one by one. He’s even convinced one that he himself was a vampire. It was quite fun, he did admit. The others were just bothersome little dogs to be kicked. He never liked animals, and animals never liked him. So he stayed away from them other than pigs. Their blood being closest to human blood, it sufficed another week. Though he was already out. Someone broke into his garage and stole it. Probably a new vampire. Their bloodlust was greater than ones like Min-Hyuk who’s been a vampire for about 2 years now. He still had a long way to go. Curse technical immortality.

Just as he was about to suck the man dry, he heard a howl. Not the wolves or coyotes. Something bigger.
A smirk swiveling up his soft lips, showing his white fangs, he dropped the body and ran. Not taking his motorcycle in case someone recognized him. He traveled extremely fast by foot before jumping over a stream. In midair, he was gone and only a puff of light mist left to match the fog around them.
Vampires, unlike the folk tails, instead of bats…. they turn into mist. Pure breeds have the ability to turn into wolves, though not close to that of a werewolf.
The mist flew through the air close to the ground and into the fog, passing through the gates and through the streets, he reached his destination. Finally.
Behind the store, he glanced at the two men fighting the beasts off, then at the girl.
He knew she was going to get herself into trouble soon. By that phone call, he just scoffed.
The mist disappeared and the vampire came into the scene, quickly rushing towards the wolf pinning the girl down. He was always bad with names, so until he comes up with a nickname for her, “the girl” it was.

As light on his feet as a bird, he jumped over the wolf and took its neck, pulling it aside and to the ground. And off of her. He didnt want her to die. Not just yet anyway.
The werewolf grabbed a hold of his sweater, ripping it across his chest, snarling.
Werewolves and vampires don’t usually get along. And for a good reason.
The smell of either of them can attract the opposite species in a heartbeat. Thats how Min-Hyuk found them so quickly. Though the wolves smelled him also. Which was slight trouble. But so was he.

The vampire snapped its neck, taking to knives ever so quickly and slicing the furred skin on each sides of the wolves spine, disconnecting the muscles and doing the same with the neck where the spine met the skull. Though snapping the neck, resulted in disconnecting the head from the spine.
His hand dug into the nape of its neck and pulled a white and almost silver, long spine from the wolf, making it go limp. It was dead.
Ignoring the girl whether she had gotten up to kill him or not, he quickly swung the strong spine like a whip.
Werewolves, apart from vampires have extremely strong spines. Its held together even when it wasnt with the rest of the body. Maneuverable and easily used as a whip. He was pretty sure he was the only one thats actually used the brutal spine as a whip. It was very effective though.

He quickly dashed over to the larger wolf that the men were holding off, snapping the whip among its hard skull, cracking it. The beast let out a yelp of pain before turning to Min-Hyuk.
“Finally, some decent blood” he mumbled to himself before dodging one of the wolves swipe of its claw, though scratching his cheek, drawing a decent amount of blood, as some was still splattered on his face from his previous kills.
He licked his lips and whipped the spine again at its leg before dropping it and twirling out the blade. It was silver. Yes. You wouldnt naturally see a vampire wielding silver but he had put special protection on the thick handle.
Jumping back then running toward the wolf with his momentum, he slid under the wolf, slicing its chest. Including its heart and about half of the underside of his neck. Before its insides spilled out, he used the wolfs collapsing, heavy body to push his own body away, thus out of the way of getting his body even more dirtier.
He turned to the girl as his hood fell, revealing his face. Turned away from the men, his glowing eyes glared at her, picking up the “whip” and tossing it to her. With that, he fluffed up the hood over his face, annoyed that his shirt got torn. The pale skin of his chest shown underneath, blood drawn. He would get the body once they’ve left. The edge of the forest was close enough to waist in the trees from afar with them still being inside.
He licked his own blood off of his lips, in an almost seductive way before he turned and left, the glint of silver in the moonlight, though not showing the handle covered by his sweaters sleeve would throw off the hint that he was a vampire. Either way though, the men didnt see his face, so he was fine.

Disappearing back into the forest to find any more wolves that might come near. There was a small chance they would, but they would have heard their howls. It was their choice to come and help their brethren or not.

(Nah, you're fine. I don't hate you, just haven't been on for a while.)
(I do the same thing, and overthing literally everything. It sucks, so much.)
(And I've been in roleplays, where it's like it's a cult or something, because you have to have the correct amount of words, a good chunk of writing, it has to be perfect, and if it's not we'll offer you up as a human sacrifice. So I've learned that it's better to be safe than sorry.)
(Not that I think you're like that, though.)

Cressida was not sure what had happened. One moment, she was fighting for her life, and the next, the werewolf had been ripped off of her. She rolled quickly to her feet and grabbed for her knives, and started to fight.

And cue the image of the vampire she had seen earlier, fighting the werewolf that had been on her, literally ripping it apart with his bare hands.

She felt a thrill of anger and hatred go through her at the sight. Why was he helping her? She ignored him and started to fight, her hair plastering to her sweaty face. Blood ran down her body, soaking her clothes. She rammed a werewolf into the wall, and the wall crumbled.

((OH MY GOODNESS I JUST HAD AN IDEA FOR A PLOT TWIST!!!!!!))

Blinking at the destruction, she slit the creature's throat and turned to see how everyone was doing - not, she told herself, checking on the vampire - and held out an arm just as he threw the spine to her.

Twirling it around, the tiniest of evil grins crossed her face. She slid her knives into her belt and burst into action. She spine ripped into the creatures like no weapon ever before had, and she grinned in feral amusement. Limbs flying, hair swaying, spine swining in her palm, she lept into the air, spinning and slicing at any werewolf that came near. It was thrilling, and rather fun, and she laughed out loud as she killed.

But as she did so, ignoring the blood that spattered across her face and body, a tiny part of her noticed how much damage she was doing that she shouldn't have been able to do. Slayers, once they had come of age, were naturally stronger, faster, and smarter than normal humans, but this… this was something else.

He walked calmly through the forest, stepping on the cold stale leaves that had fallen on the trees. A few more months and it would be winter. His favorite yet least favorite time of the year. It was so much harder to hunt in the weather, but also if he were a normal human he would absolutely adore it. He always admired how beautiful the snow was and how the trees looked as if from a painting. His favorite spot to go to year round was a small waterfall deep in the forest that connected to the river that flowed through the forest and to the park in town not far from where he was currently. The water would freeze over and everything would crunch underneath his boots. His pale skin blended in with his surroundings and his nose and cheeks would get all pink as if he were flustered in an anime. It was pretty hard to get him flustered, so to any girl crazy enough to actually like him…. Well… Good luck trying.

But for now he endured the very beginning off fall and took advantage of the leaves still in the trees and climbed them to the very top. His vision in the dark of night tunneling through the leaves and straight to the scene.

He watched as he crouched there, a breeze blowing and a scent from there picking up strong. The scent of werewolves were so putrid he hated it.
Usually he could tell the difference between a live one and a dead one. All of the beasts seemed dead from the looks of the scene, but the strong scent of silver in its bones carried to his nose as he inhaled the sharp cold air into his lungs.
Just as she was about to demolish the last one of them, he turned around to a rustling sound, not witnessing her strength.
His eyes wide and his ears alert. Something was behind him… Was it a wolf? He sure hoped not but he might have been afraid so. Those wolves back there were obviously rabid and gone crazy days ago to just recklessly take on a group of slayers just like that. Why? Well the same reason for vampires. They were hungry and unlike vampires… They had a pack to feed. But it would be him feasting tonight
He guess that was the reason they were able to take them on so easily. They were smart, though not near as smart as vampires by far. But they could stick use their own tactics and plans to take the slayers down. You know… Smartly? He guessed they didn't have any smarts after this.

(Hey, I'm in the same situation here, so… I feel ya.)

When the vampire disappeared, Cressida felt almost disappointed. Almost. She was feeling amazing, and the bloodlust was bursting through her, strong and prominent. She could almost hear the cries of the dead. She relished in the kill.

She killed the rest of the wolves. She must have looked a sight, she thought, as her uncle and cousin turned to look at her and started. She was covered in blood and gore, her hair plastered to her face. She was panting hard, too, and holding a werewolf spine, which her uncle's eyes went to right away.

Then he smiled. It was a strange smile, one she'd seen only rarely. "Well done, Goldling."

The next day at school, all Cress's friends were asking her where she had gotten the nice scrape on her forehead. She had shrugged and said that she had fallen.

Now that she knew how useful werewolf spines could be, she carried one around with her everywhere. Her uncle wouldn't have approved, but she didn't care. She had broken it down, obviously, so that she could hide it, but now she felt prepared.

Late that night once the humans had left the scene, he grabbed one of the werewolves who's body wasn't as damaged, dragging it to the forest. Deep in he sucked it dry, though not satisfying him. It never did. But it would have to do for now. Vampires can't just stop sucking the blood. It's never enough and the only way they can stop is if they don't have any more blood.
The wolves blood burned his throat a little but not too much due to the silver replacing the iron in their blood. It tasted more metallic than normal human blood. Almost sour. Which he enjoyed. He was a major masochist. Enjoying every bit of pain he's in.
But starving wasn't like that. He could mentally and physically feel himself going crazy. He never liked it one bit and he always wanted to get it over with as soon as possible.

The next day, he followed the same routine he followed as always.
Waking up and once again that cat was laying on his stomach, defined with semi toned abs. As he sat up, he stroked it's fur as the white kitten purred before his sister burst into the room. Though before she could even get mad at him her eyes went wide. His shirt was off, which didn't bother his sister. But that huge cut that he had sown together himself was. He was lucky he knew how to do that kind if stuff.
Two huge long cuts going across his chest making his look pretty hardcore, but all his sister could do was feel really bad. She stepped up to him with worry in her cream like eyes. "Min-Hyuk… What happened to you?" she asks, though afraid to know the answer. She did admit.. She was scared of her brother. After what he's done before… She never looked at her big brother the same.
She looked down at his chest as she sat down on the bed by his legs before looking to her kitten Phoebe. It sprang up with a meow and laid on Seo Hyeons lap.
"I got in a fight yesterday. It's not very deep. Just long. I'm fine" he shrugged, a small smile on his lips as he ruffled her hair playfully revealed his ebony white fangs.
"I'll…. I'll go get the bandages from the first aid kit I keep in my room. Get ready for school, you're going to be late as am i" she says with a smile. She still loved him dearly, but she was also afraid.
He stood and watched the small kitten slip out of the door just before she clicked the wooden slate shut.
Stretching, he cursed himself for whatever reason. He was too tired for this. As he always was. Vampires could never actually fall into a deep sleep. Only short little dreamless ones. Nightmares, sleep paralysis and insomnia all worked together to keep him up. But little do you know. HE ALREADY HAD THAT PROBLEM BEFORE HAND!
He was diagnosed with plenty of things when his mom and sister said he needed actual help. Before he was turned that is.
He was diagnosed with depression and anxiety which he still has and is very prominent in his life. Severe paranoia, though he never voices it, you can see it in those mirror like eyes when they flicker from a side to the other and his actions. He'll never turn his back on anyone. Schizophrenia was one he was diagnosed with and lived all of his life with ever since he was four. Ever since his father died in war but it was later revealed to him that that wasn't the truth and he's been lying. Long story. He would be happy to explain later. All of the men in his life were trash anyway. He never cared for them. Except for his best friend.
He shook his head from the thought of his father.
He slipped on proper pants instead of the sweatpants he wore then his sister came back with bandaging to go around his chest, back and shoulders to keep it in place.
She smiled as she stepped up to him. "it's going to hurt. So just stand still please" she says as she started.

Once done, he pulled over a red hoodie with some Korean words on it. "you cant wear that to school!" his little sister says looking up to him with her arms crossed, disapproval written all over his face.
"nobody knows Korean dimwit. So I can. I've been doing it since the first day. It's fine" he rolled his eyes and grabbed his bag. "you ready? " he turned around and asked her.
"yep, let's get out the door before Dad wakes up" she whispered.
Once they got outside and into his car, he turned to her as he turned the keys in the ignition.
"he's not our dad. He's an abusive drunk that hurts you every day. That's not a father. That's a monster" he hissed before pulling out.
After a long silence, they parked at the school and got out, his eyes scanning the parking lot for that girl. As his sister got out, she looked at him with a dark expression. "not very different from you… " she stated before slamming the car door shut. "monster" she mumbled. Knowing her brothers hearing could catch that before running up to her friends with a smile like nothing happened. That hit him hard in the chest. He loved his sister so much. He never did do anything directly to her or hurting anyone she cared for. Why was she like this?
No one understood…
(man, he sounds so emo right now XD)

He headed towards the school and quietly up the stairs to the music room with a not in his unsatisfied stomach.

(okay so I have a character that I'm gonna put in and he's super sweet. He's also Min-Hyuks best friend, so that's why it's kind of important.

(YAS!!!!!! AND THEN AND THEN AND THEN WHAT IF HE WAS AROUND WHEN SHE LEARNED THIS, BECAUSE HER UNCLE TOLD HER!!!!! LIKE, MAYBE MIN WAS OVER FOR A SCHOOL PROJECT OR SOMETHING?)

YES