#andy biersack au

[burningbridgesblacknblue]

---->The link to part one! <----

I will not be posting it to tumblr any longer it will be on Inkitt (above) Ao3 or Mibba. Ao3 is behind on my posts 

#black veil brides #andy black #andy biersack #andy biersack imagine #andy biersack fanfic #andy biersack au #fallen angel au #andy biersack smut #andy black imagine #andy black smut #black veil brides imagine

[adelestein]

i just watched american satan bc andy biersack and palaye royale and i want to say two things:

1. why The Fuck did they not use bvb’s music as material for the relentless?? imagine casting the frontman of a band in your movie and not having him sing. insane.

2. this movie is literally just lemonade mouth but edgy

#i wish i was the one directing this movie it had so much potential #my creepypasta au (dont ask.) has virtually the same vibe and i’ve been fleshing it out for years #it has similar themes and a PLOT unlike the movie #american satan was just like OOOOH ILLUMINATI #lemme just throw in a million rock references so the dialogue seems cooler #american satan #andy biersack #decadent chats

[imikhailotakeyouian]

Excuse me, is it just me or Andy Biersack, lead singer from the band Black Veil Brides is a punk emo version of Mickey Milkovich?

He sure as well gives butterflies to my vagina 🖤

#mickey milkovich #andy biersack #black veil brides #another gallavich au #Spotify

[peachsodapidge]

Garterbelt!

Again you've dialed D-CITY 2-900

Pantsu line!

Copy that! Clear the city!

#pidgeyaesthetics🍑 #peachsodapidge #black veil brides #bvb #panty and stocking #au: Angels in Skinny Jeans #Panty!Andy #Stocking!Jinxx #paswg au #andy biersack #jinxx ferguson #panty and stocking moodboard #black veil brides moodboard #black veil brides aesthetic #panty and stocking aesthetic #panty anarchy moodboard #panty anarchy aesthetic #stocking anarchy moodboard #stocking anarchy aesthetic #andy biersack moodboard #andy biersack aesthetic #jinxx ferguson moodboard #jinxx ferguson aesthetic #((PLEATHE do not make fun of me for the image of Jinxx that I used)) #((it was the only one to match the vibe 😩))

[sweet-evie]

Satoru, Suguru, Sukuna, and Choso in a Rock Band AU... I need my brain to shut up about this and I need to quell my thirst!

✨ masterlist ✨

I could have used J-Rock artists as prime reference, but... listening to my own playlist got me into this mess.

The band lineup in my head:

Sukuna on Drums

Choso on Bass Guitar

Suguru as Lead Guitarist & Main Backup Vocalist

Satoru as Rhythm Guitarist & Lead Vocalist

All of them can scream sing and growl, but...

Sukuna is the best at death growling + gutturals. Think Nergal from Behemoth.

Choso is a false chord scream king. Plus, for some reason, he sings like Corey Taylor in my head.

Suguru is 100% a pro at fry screaming. Also sings like Alex Varkatzas probably.

Satoru probably screams and growls like Andy Biersack or sings like M. Shadows or David Draiman... I can't decide. Although, can 100% picture him belting out The Vengeful One.

Anyways...

Satoru and Suguru are power duo lyricists... Like, they're so good at writing songs together. The themes in each album always defer, but they're really good at hammering in a message (subtle or overt) into every song.

Also also, picture Satoru and Suguru singing into a mic onstage, taking the entire crowd hostage with those never-declining face cards, fingers flawlessly gliding over the frets, pressing on the strings, playing their guitars in perfect harmony. 😩 LAWRD HELP ME, I WANT THEIR TONGUES IN MY MOUTH. 😭

Them playing these guitar solos on 3:21 - 3:55... Satoru doing rhythms at 3:21 and Suguru comes in at 3:36...

From debut, Satoru became extremely popular for never showing people his full face. The fans have never seen his eyes. Yes, he performs with a blindfold on, and during interviews, his eyes are always covered by his signature dark sunglasses.

His eye reveal was in a music video. It played a part skyrocketing the band's fame. And when the band performed live after that music video, Satoru is playing onstage without a blindfold or sunglasses on. Cue the infinite rizz.

Fans always rave that Satoru looks so innocent and cute when his eyes are on full-display (man belongs in a romcom movie) and he's not performing or screaming like a demon into the microphone.

Even after the eye reveal, Satoru still performs with a blindfold on most of the time, and he takes it off with extra flair and drama when the fans ask for it during a concert.

Satoru is very playful when interacting with fans -- a far cry from his onstage persona.

Also, fans are so tickled and pleased that for all his screaming and growling in songs and concerts, Suguru is actually very soft-spoken when he's just talking normally.

Suguru has a tongue piercing and the sexiest dragon tattoo sprawled across his back.

Need I mention the fans love the way Suguru says Satoru's name? Even in this AU, the fans ship SatoSugu. 😝

Suguru is also the one band member who gives insightful answers during interviews. Like, it's always deep with him, much to Choso and Satoru's amusement, and Sukuna's irritation.

Speaking of Sukuna...

Sukuna never wears a shirt during concerts. He has tattoos and he's showing them off like no one's business. Imagine him pounding at those drums, tattooed face, chest, and arms in full display, eyes blazing, tongue out and everything. [DON'T YOU WANT TO LICK HIM? 😜]

Sukuna's the drummer, but he has a microphone too, because he's the best at death growling and they have songs where they get into that.

No one plays drums like Sukuna can. It's a running gag in their fandom that Sukuna had four arms in another life because how in the fuck can he do what he do?

Sukuna is also famous for getting shit-faced before an onstage performance. For some reason, he plays perfectly fine even when he's inebriated or high. It's a flex! 😩

By contrast, Choso and Suguru eat super healthy.

Satoru is always on a sugar-high. Did we expect anything less?

Satoru and Suguru will write really dark songs and they will hand over the vocals to Sukuna, because it fits him so well. Kinda like this:

Satoru may be lead vocalist on paper, but all the boys in this band can sing, and they're all hot when they do it. 😝

The fans love it when Choso goes apeshit on the microphone. I imagine him singing this and it's a treat every fucking time!

Choso is baby. 😝 He's so cute and always looks out for everyone behind the scenes. The band has filmed backstage documentaries before, and the fans who've seen those love Choso so much because he takes care of all the members.

Choso plays bass and each time he has a solo in the song, it's a guaranteed eargasm. 😩🙏 Can he finger me the way he fingers that bass please?

Choso is so sweet to the fans... Always gives them attention even when he's not supposed to. (e.g., when he leaves his house and he finds them outside the gate). He just can't be mean!

Satoru and Suguru are fan service kings! Like during concerts, they don't shy away from getting super close to the crowd. They're also multi-tasking kings, because imagine playing an instrumental solo, singing, and doing crowd work at the same time.

The four of them are trolls! Satoru and Sukuna are the biggest trolls and menaces. Suguru goes along with whatever Satoru wants, and Choso tries and fails to be responsible.

They are well aware of the baseless rumors around their songs and performances (that they're spawns of hell, they worship the devil, etc.), and they play into it to annoy the haters some more and give them fodder. Hate comments are free publicity apparently.

Dating any one of them will either be fun and chill, or just outright chaos. No in-between.

I don't think Sukuna would date anyone though. He strikes me as a pump-and-dump type of man. Hooking up with him means a grand time in the sheets, but it's only good until he gets bored. After he gets bored, it's done. Bye!

Choso would treat you right, no questions. He makes time and does whatever you want to do. You want to workout with him? Okay! You want your own personal concert? Why, of course! You want time for private getaways? He's booking first class plane tickets to a vacation destination of your choice. You want to learn how to play bass guitar? "Come here, Darling. Let me show you."

With Satoru and Suguru, it's a toss up. Mostly because I think it will have to take someone super special (a person who isn't easily cowed and who loves either of them so much) to get either of them to fall in love. When they fall in love with their S/Os though, they're all in.

Dating Satoru or Suguru in this situation means having rock songs written about you. It's one of their love languages in this AU.

I also don't know what their band would be called. 😝

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #satoru gojo #gojo satoru #ryomen sukuna #sukuna ryomen #choso kamo #kamo choso #suguru geto #geto suguru #wbad shit posts #wbad blog

[chemical-killjoy]

✨MASTERLIST✨

Greetings Dear Reader! Right now the majority of the fics on my masterlist are from my old blogs, @immrbrightsideeee and @remingtonisleithal, so most links will take you to that, any and all notes on those posts I am not likely to see for a bloody long time, so please message me or send an ask or something if you really liked the fics/want a sequel or are anything! Also if you like my writing, check out @smiling-girl and @fandomfoodiedancer, they're amazing <33

Requests are OPEN

(and encouraged lol)

I write for a whole bunch of fandoms, but here's the ones I can think of: arcane, black veil brides, maneskin, marvel, motionless in white, my chemical romance, palaye royale, pierce the veil, the artful dodger, the raven cycle (books), and supernatural :)

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updated: 15/12/23

Damiano David:

*A night to remember 1/2

smut. Damiano is attracted to reader singing iwbys

Movie and a kiss

the reader had a fight with their family and Damiano looks after them

Fast Car (trigger warning)

Honestly this is just angst and emotional and if you don’t cry I have failed as a writer. But it’s got a happy ending!!

Vic de Angelis:

Knight in Shining Armour

Vic saves the reader from a creep at a bar

Remington Leith:

*Caught in the Storm

reader and remington share a bed in a storm. What ever will happen?

Feel better

comfort fic, remington takes the reader on an adventure to feel better

*Only one answer (part two of Feel Better)

I will find you

mesmerized by someone in the crowd, remington has to find the reader

Something beautiful (part 2 of I will find you)

I Just Need Some Air*

young!Remington and the reader are at a party and after confessing their feelings things get heated.

Better Than Nutella

Remington is hooked on his new friend’s cooking, and smile.

Movie Night

Remington and Y/N have a movie night

Morning Light: (this is a collab with @cursivetalk)

vampire Remington, based on the tonight is the night I die video. Series, currently being written.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Emerson Barrett:

Teach me

emerson teaches the reader the drums

Andy Biersack:

Don’t go (trigger warning) (there is comfort)

I Don’t Wanna Be Alone (trigger warning) (with comfort)

Love isn’t always fair *

After a concert Andy reveals his love for his best friend

Mortician’s Daughter (trigger warning)

Thomas Raggi:

Moonlight’s Curse (part 1)

werewolf!thomas, a series being written :)

Mistakes and Misunderstandings

Ronnie Radke:

*untitled

pwp really, Ronnie meets Y/N in a bar and things happen

Vic Fuentes:

Hell Over Me (trigger warning) (happy ending)

Frank Iero:

Not A Kid *

TW brief mention of abuse, age gap. Y/N works for MCR and it turns out Frank likes her just as much as she likes him

Gerard Way:

Cemetery Drive

TW for suicide and self harm. Y/N visits her ex’s grave, and is surprised to find him there

Hang Em High

Cemetery drive part 2

Demolition Lovers

Part 3 and final chapter of Cemetery Drive

Kisses and Coffee

Coffee shop and accidental kiss AU

Dean Winchester:

Life In (Rose) Pink

Dean is a romantic cliche trying his hardest

Chris Motionless:

Eternally Yours *

Based on the music video

Jinx:

You Decide

Reader has a breakdown and Jinx helps them

Jack Dawkins/Dodger:

Healing Kiss *

Reader is in hospital, but Dr. Dawkins is there to heal her. TW for self harm, suicide and mentions of abuse.

#scarlet screeches #mcr #my chem #my chemical romance #maneskin #fanfic #my work #spn #dean x reader #gerard x reader #vampire gerard #frank iero x reader #pierce the veil #vic fuentes #ronnie radke #thomas raggi x reader #andy biersack x reader #andy black #palaye royale #soldiers of the royal council #remington x reader #emerson x reader #damiano x reader #vic de angelis #morning light #chris cerulli #chris cerulli x reader #chris motionless #chris motionless x reader #motionless in white

[mythicalcowboyatheart]

Ⅸ Ice nine kills master list

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Just like Animals series

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Fastest way to a girls heart is through her rib cage. -this is a prequel to just like Animals

Just like Animals- spencer Charnas gn reader smut

Just like Animals part 2 - even more smut

Cant help falling in love with you (J.L.A.- part 3) - fluff snuggles with Spencer

Just like Animals part 4

The Addams Charnas family series

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The Addams Charnas family- having children with Spencer

The Addams Charnas family 1.5 - your son finds Spencers music video ware he "kills" you

The Addams Charnas family 2 - watching Jason and Damien grow up

The Addams Charnas family values- Jason and Damien find out they are getting a younger sister

The Addams Charnas family values 2 - Spencer takes the kids on a hike

The Addams Charnas family: scary movies - watching a scary movie with the kids and Spencer

Meat and Greet series

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Part 1

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Part 2: I'd fuck me - smut

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Part 3: I'd fuck you - Smut

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Part 4 (request) - smut

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Part 5

One shots

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A match made in hell - Spencer dose a interview with Dead Meat

Computation - Andy Biersack and Spencer Charnas x reader

A wedding to die for - you and Spencer get married

A shoulder to lean on - Spencer comforts reader after finding out about their friend passing

Thank God it's Friday - strange things happen at camp

Friday the 13th celebration - you and Spencer do some fun activities to celebrate this creep-tacular day

Couples Halloween costumes - exactly what it says

Happy birthday Mr. Charnas - birthday smut w/ Spencer

Hate fuck - exactly what It sounds like smut

Fake Instagram posts

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Fake Instagram posts of Spencer

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Spencer funny pictures

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Part 1

2

3

4

5

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Ficmas 2023

Day 4 bondage - tying Spencer up (SMUT)

Bonus Christmas horror movies - (smut)

Requests

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Spencer x horror actress reader

Head cannons

Being in a INK video

Your numbers up - Ghost face au

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Nightmare dressed like a daydream - prt 2

INK Killjoys au

Jail bird -reader get arrested and Spencer has get them

Me, you and your best friend - threesome w Andy Black (smut)

Anything for you - reader gets kidnapped and Spencer comes to the rescue

#ice nine kills #spencer charnas #spencer charnas fanfiction #spencer charnas imagine #spencer charnas x reader #dad spencer charnas #mysticalcowboyatheart 12 days of ficmas

[cafetempsrpg]

Instant self promo Shameless pour mes petits PL : Ichabod (ft. Andy Biersack), Aydan (ft. Elijah Hewson) & Liya (ft. Andy Blossom) Attendent leur dernier.ère collègue pour compléter l'équipe du tattoo shop BAD DECISIONS sur Crown of Serpents. - RPG dans un univers sorcier, contemporain, situé à Edimbourg. 1 RP par mois et pas de minimum de mots, une commu active et très chill qui n'attend plus que toi. >> Les PL sont juste ici pour plus d'infos ! Tout est très libre au niveau des avatars, genre, magie maîtrisée, background... C'est le moyen de RP dans un univers fantastique tout en ayant quand même un pied dans la réalité ♥ Le seul truc non négociable, c'est de t'enjailler!

#forum rpg #french rpg #rpg français #forumactif #rpg francophone #préliens #rpg fantastique #rpg sorcier #pub rpg #rpg pub

[eulcgizeme]

OPEN TO: @tragiclike for you know who MUSE: alaska saint, thirty. warlock. andy biersack fc. PLOT: supernatural au— the saint family, once well regarded, had tarnished their reputation upon the isolation of their family coven. no one knows why it happened, but the eldest daughters killed their parents to take their magic and ownership of their grimoire. alaska, the youngest, was devoted to a separate element and held different endeavors including a familiar he treats differently than the rest.

“It’s gotta be in here somewhere,” Alaska muttered, placing the book on the ground of the greenhouse. "C’mon, c’mon- fuck!” He could only pray from here that his sisters hadn't noticed it missing from the manor. It would be easy to find him as Alaska was always there, and if they weren't careful, they'd be bound to it, too. The greenery was of his own creation and had served as protection against their attempts of running him off the property. They'd been forced into the agreement that the greenhouse was his, and trespassing wasn't allowed on either structure— manor or hot house— unless given permission. The short hand he'd written for himself when he was allowed back into the house had failed him with multiple spells backfiring or not working at all. He needed to find his mistake, and correct it before anyone noticed what he'd taken. "If you're going to hang around, you might as well make yourself useful," He spat, sensing the only company he couldn't keep out. Immunity against his own magic was the flaw in her creation.

#ch: alaska saint #a faceless gif like its 2015 #oop #tragiclike.

[biersackandys]

andy biersack as venom for HFRP AU week

#hfrpau #hfrpauweek #[ i didn't want johnny and serena helped with this idea <3 ]

[bnuuywol]

Get to know me

thanks for the tag @the-wayward-ronin !! :)

Favorite color: Red

Currently reading: I have several books that I’ve started and haven’t touched in months lol. They Don’t Need To Understand by Andy Biersack is the most recent though.

Last Song: Rún - SKÁLD

Last Movie: Spirited Away

Last Series: Uhhhh I think the last thing was I started my yearly rewatch of the How To Train Your Dragon movies + TV series but I stopped halfway through Race To The Edge cause I got sucked into my FFXIV hyperfixation lol

Sweet, Savoury, Spicy? I’m a sweet bitch. My body handles spice Poorly

Craving: I’ve been obsessed with cheese flavored pierogis lately

Tea or Coffee: Tea, coffee is gross lmao

Currently working on: Writing more about Phoenyx both in mainverse and the two AUs I’ve started developing with friends on here, also working on the concept album for my band

Tagging: @fatewalker-phoenix @azemessence @akirakirxaa & anyone else who wants to!! <3

[rpersearch]

30+ / She-Her. Looking for 18+ (preferably 21+) writing partners for both fandom and fandomless roleplays.

Discord is my preferred place to write.

Fandom: I'm open to MxM, MxF, and FxF pairings (in order of preference). I'm mainly interested in Canon x Canon but will consider Canon x OC. I'm drawn towards canon or canon divergent plots. No AUs that are way out there. I'll  just be listing the characters I like to write as the most. I'm open to writing as others, if I think I can do them justice, and I'm pretty open when it comes to ships so feel free to suggest any.

Supernatural: Alastair, Arthur Ketch, Azazel, Benny Lafitte, Chuck Shurley, Crowley, Dean Winchester, Lucifer, Mick Davies

Game of Thrones: Alliser Thorne, Beric Dondarrion, Daenerys Targaryen, Jaime Lannister, Margaery Tyrell, Petyr Baelish, Robb Stark, Roose Bolton, Sansa Stark, Stannis Baratheon, Thoros, Tywin Lannister

Grand Theft Auto IV & V: Devin Weston, Dimitri Rascalov, Gerry McReary, Michael De Santa, Mikhail Faustin, Niko Bellic, Ray Boccino, Steve Haines, Trevor Philips

The Walking Dead: Beth Greene, Gabriel Stokes, Gareth, Merle Dixon, Negan, Paul Rovia, Shane Walsh, Simon

Tolkien Universe: Bard, Beleg, Bofur, Boromir, Curufin, Elrond, Feanor, Finrod, Thranduil, Turgon, Turin

The Clergy/Church (Ghost Universe): Cardinal Copia, Papa Emeritus III, Papa Emeritus IV

Random Horror Movie Characters: Amber Freeman, Ash Williams, Dewey Riley, Herbert West, Jill Roberts, Leslie Vernon, Mark Hoffman, Michael Myers, Mickey Altieri, Paxton Rodriguez, Richie Kirsch, William Schenk

Fandomless: I'm only looking for MxM pairings. I lean towards real life plots. The only supernatural plots I'd be okay with would be things dealing with vampires or demons. I have no triggers and like dark/angsty/forbidden stuff. However, I'm perfectly fine with doing happier plots as well. I'm not going to list any ideas here. We can brainstorm together because I don't have anything too specific in mind. I do like to use face claims because I like to be able to easily picture things in my head. For these, I would ideally like to roleplay through a server on Discord to give us the opportunity to create a development channel where we can flesh out our characters, if we want to. You can feel free to use whatever face you'd like to. I'll list some of my own favorites to use, but I'm open to plenty of others. These are just my favorite of favorites.

Face Claims: Aaron Tveit, Adam Nergal Darski, Alfonso Herrera, Andy Biersack, Cheyenne Jackson, Corey Taylor, Dacre Montgomery, David Tennant, George Blagden, Hugh Dancy, Jack Falahee, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Joe Keery, Jon Bernthal, Lee Pace, Luke Evans, Max Minghella, Michiel Huisman, Paul Rudd, Spencer Charnas, Steven Ogg, Tom Payne, Wes Bentley

If interested, like this post, message me, or add me on Discord (Lindsay#7046).

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#18+ rp #21+ rp #supernatural rp #spn rp #game of thrones rp #got rp #grand theft auto rp #gta rp #the walking dead rp #twd rp #tolkein rp #the hobbit rp #the clergy rp #the church rp #horror rp #fandomless rp

[thefallennightmare]

CURRENT WORKS IN PROGRESS:

If anyone would like to be tagged in any of these fics, please click HERE to fill out my tag list form! This will be updated as I complete stories or begin new ones.

I write for Bad Omens(band/crew), Andy Biersack, and Jesse Cash!

Just Pretend- Noah Sebastian x Musician!Reader[Collaberating with @thescarlettvvitch]. “I can wait for years, heaven knows I’m not getting over you.” A story about two star-crossed lovers, that always find their way back because their souls are entwined. The universe desperately attempts to bring them together, no matter what the cost.

Mercy[FALLEN ANGEL AU] Noah Sebastian x Fallen Angel!OC-"Blinded by a fear of feeling, these are the kings we chose. Lost and looking for the meaning, I've been searching high and low" It came crashing down on him. This is the story of the highest banished angel from where she came only to find home in the arms of a mortal man. This mortal realizing he'd face Lucifer himself to keep her. Lethia: Archangelus Oneironaut also known as Archangel of Dream Walking. Across worlds and dimensions, she walks within. Uncovering dangerous secrets, leaving her cast out, isolated- that is until she begins to learn what it means to feel

The Coyotes Cry: MafiaBoss!TattooArtist! Noah Sebastian x OFC.- Centered on the story of a young bride whose fairy-tale vision of the Concrete Jungle is shattered when her father, part of the Irish Crime Family; McManus strikes a marital peace deal with the mafia head of OMNS, Noah Sebastian. Scarlett is faced with rage and conflict, as she is forced to work alongside her new husband in his tattoo shop that fronts for his mafia dealings. Devastating events leave Scarlett with the realization that there is more to Noah than meets the eye. "I would willingly, lay down my life for you if I had to." The power of love is thicker than blood.

IDWT$$$: Noah Sebastian x OFC- Matina Berkley arrives in Los Angeles with only a suitcase after running from her past with the dream of becoming a clinical psychologist for patients recovering from addictions. Solitarily steadfast on her path to success, she lands a job at a seedy strip club Bad Decisions. A chance meeting with Bad Omens during their video shoot for The Death of Peace of Mind brings Matina one step closer to making her dream a reality. Unexpected feelings arise between her and the director/vocalist Noah. As she ascends to the top, Matina wonders if mixing business and pleasure is all worth it.-COMING SOON

Unveiled Hearts: Matt Dierkes x OFC- Matt and Faye still can’t confess their feelings for each other. Crossing the line from friends to lovers could change the dynamics of the tour of the Concrete Jungle. An accidental kiss reveals the truth hidden behind small smiles and laughter. They both know that the smart thing would be to forget it ever happened. But some kisses are so spectacular that they change everything.-COMING SOON

HEADCANNON MONDAYS: Send me your headcannon requests every Monday and I will write them up! Anyone from Bad Omens band or crew, Jesse Cash, and Andy Biersack!

#the-fallen-nightmare WIP #bad omens #jesse cash #andy biersack

[burningbridgesblacknblue]

Chase

Summary: Evangelina had to run away from Andy to protect her son from the man  his father was becoming.

Pairing:  OC X Biersack

Genre: Angst, romance, smut later, fantasy. FallenAngel!AU

December 5th, Two Years later, 5:30 PM “We found her sir,” a werewolf named James informed his superior, “She’s changed their names she also dyed her hair black.” Andy sat on his throne his hand beneath his chin as if he were trying to stay awake from such a boring conversation. However it was just the opposite he was actually thrilled that someone had located his missing family. Although he was disappointed to learn that his wife had actually abandoned him while stealing their child as well. “Just out of curiosity what names do they go by?” “Evangelina goes by Amy,” James told his superior who only smirked at this information. “And my son?” Andy asked this time amused and a little curious to know what name she had changed their kid’s name to. “Andrew Junior goes by the name Elijah now.” Andrew frowned he hated that name and he wondered now if Evan had changed AJ’s name to spite him even though he was still unsure why. He loved his wife and son so he was still confused as to why his wife and child had left. He hid his devastation well from his friends and minions but every day that passed by he thought of Evangelina and Andrew Junior. He was very unhappy knowing that when he found his wife he was going to have to have to punish her harshly for her leaving. No one made a fool of the Prophet. No one. That was the whole reason why he fell, he couldn’t be bossed around any longer but someone who was way too forgiving to those who did something that went against the supreme being. “And where are they now James?” Andrew asked finally sitting up fully. “New York City in the borough of Manhattan sir.” “I want my men in the city.” “Yes sir we should be able to surround her building easily—” “No I just want them to watch her for a week or two,” he replied, “I want to make her nervous enough to realize that we actually have found her.” “Yes your highness,” James replied, “We’ll take care of it right away.” “Notify me three days after your arrival,” Andrew ordered, “I will join you in the city after my meeting with the guardians.” “Of course.” The werewolf then bowed his head and exited the room; a norc opening the door for him. Once the creature had left the throne room Andrew turned to his man Jeremy, a fallen angel like himself but with the ability to heal any creature. “Elijah?” he snorted, “Can you believe that?” His friend chuckled, “She had wanted to name AJ that since her first trimester.” “I’m aware.” He mumbled lowly, “Not only did she leave by choice but she had to spite me while doing it.” “Don’t be so sensitive,” Jeremy chided, “She has been located and a few days you will have your family back.” “You’re right,” Andrew sighed before standing to his full 6’4 height, “We better begin with the preparations, we only have a week and my wife is very…particular.” Jeremy laughed and nodded his head, “Always has been.” “Always will be….” Andrew mumbled as he followed his friend from the throne room. *** December 9th 2:30 PM Four days later “Hayden…” I mumbled in to the phone while I played with my cup of tea, “I think he’s found us.” “How do you know?” “I’ve seen two werewolves, a warlock, and I’m entirely sure that I have seen Ashley down on my sidewalk.” “Well that’s a sheer sign if there ever was one,” he told me with a humorless chuckle, “What do you want to do?” “I don’t know if I pick up and leave now he’ll be sure to follow us,” I sighed running a hand through my hair, “I have to face him.” “Do you really think that’s going to work?” “What choice do I have?” I asked in return , “Eli keeps asking me about him and why he isn’t like the other kids anyway it’s time to grow up and do what I know I have to.” “Well put Evan I was about to play the inspirational music for you,” he teased me and I rolled my eyes. “Shut up,” I looked over my shoulder when my heightened senses picked up on the tiny pitter patter of my son’s footsteps. “I’ve gotta got Eli’s awake.” “Alright call me before you do anything.” I told him I would before I hung up the phone to turn around before my son came barreling down the hallway seeking me out in our tiny two bedroom apartment. I spread my arms for the fast paced child and swooped him up once he landed. “Oh my darling little cherub,” I chuckled as he snuggled in to my embrace letting a small yawn past his lips, “Are you still tired?” “Nuh uh,” he told me, “I awake now Mommy.” “Are you sure?” “Uh huh!” “Alright then,” I kissed his head, “It’s snack time for my little dude.” “Can I have a cookie?” he asked me sweetly playing with the ends of my hair. “Not right now,” I told him softly, “After dinner.” “Alwight,” he mumbled disappointedly. I smiled as I sat him down in his booster seat once again kissing his blonde head of hair. Why couldn’t my boy look more like me and less like his father? He had his eyes, his hair, his beautiful smile. Absolutely every physical trait that my husband has is reiterated in my son. I loved my son to death, but I despised that every time I looked in to Eli’s eyes I saw Andy. We had so many unresolved issues that I had such terrible resentment towards him. Even now as I contemplated the move I had to make after he actually closed in on us. I wondered if I should cooperate or make it hard on Andrew so it didn’t look like I was up to something? I didn’t know, I was more concerned with how Elijah would react to Andrew and vice versa. It was clear to me that he didn’t remember his father one bit since he always asked me about him and I knew that was bound to piss off his father. I’d cross that bridge when I got there, so I shook the troublesome thoughts away and served my son some sliced apples with a little peanut butter. As soon as I sat down there was a knock on my front door, I hated that our landlord hadn’t got around to fixing the main lock on the building’s door. Those Jehovah’s witnesses are a real pain in the asshole. I pushed my chair away from the table. “Remember the drill my cherub?” I asked my son as I ruffled his blonde curls. He nodded his head as I pulled him out of his booster seat and tucked him under the table to keep him safe, “I hide until you say da magic word.” “That’s right,” I squeezed his small hand, “Mommy will be right back.” He gave me a thumbs up as I continued on to our foyer, I got on my toes to peek out the peephole. I couldn’t see anyone so I poked my head just enough outside the door to see if there was anyone out there. But it came up clean so I closed the door until there was a booted foot caught between my sanctuary and the danger I knew my kid and I were in. I didn’t fight as hard as I should have but I didn’t want to frighten my kid, so slowly I backed away from the door as the booted foot pushed it open wide enough to reveal to me the seraphim I had left behind. He wore a leather jacket with a muscle shirt beneath it, tight black jeans and a devious smile that made all the old feelings come rushing back right where it hurt. I backed up slightly and nervously as I tried to gain as much distance as I could. I would do anything to keep him from touching me. I knew the moment he did it would be all over even with all the repressed anger I had for the seraphim standing in my doorway. “My darling…” his deep voice drawled, “Still as beautiful as ever even with pitch black hair.” “Thanks,” I held down the blush and covered my true feelings with sarcasm, “How’s Juliet?” He chuckled at me, “She’s well the black eye that you gave her healed rather badly.” “That’s nice to hear,” I replied getting a little kick out of the damage I inflicted, “Would you like a matching one?” “Is that anyway to talk to your husband?” “Is that what you are?” I asked sarcastically, “I thought you were a bad decision my parents made.” I saw his jaw twitch in anger and a long time ago I would have swallowed in fear but since I had Elijah my demeanor had changed I had become a protective mamma bear. I would brave fires and hell for my son’s safety. His father was close enough to being hell on earth. I had to learn how to swallow my fears in order to protect my child from his own father. “I like to think I enhanced your life for the better,” he replied after a moment stepping further in to my hallway, closing the door behind him. He looked around my apartment his eyes shifting around to the toddler toys I had placed around my small home. I snorted, “We’ve always been complete opposites even when we were kids.” “That’s obvious considering the downgrade you’ve made,” he openly mocked my two bedroom apartment with a laugh and a look of disgust, “You went from our palace to this little hole in the wall?” “That palace was never my home Andrew and you know it,” I growled at him feeling my wings shift angrily from where they hid in my back. “And I’ve never understood why since I did everything in my power to change everything so that it was to your liking…” “Aesthetically maybe Andy but you never made me feel welcome after you—” “After I what Evangelina?” he questioned him, his eyes turning in to blue fire. “…After you fell.” “Whose fault was that huh?” Andy barked at me losing his temper slightly, “It wasn’t mine that’s for certain.” “Are you serious?” I snapped at him, “I never asked you to follow me down here you did that on your own, the hierarchy sent me with a special request I would have returned to you. You knew that, don’t even try to make me feel like an idiot. You fell because of your lust for power, not because of your love for me, if you even have any.” “If I have any for you?” he snapped at me, “Would I have searched every end of this pathetic realm for you if I had no love for you?” I nodded my head, “I’m a possession that you don’t want to share with anyone.” “No you’ve seen my possessions,” he replied surprisingly calm, “I do not have children with my possessions.” “You have other children?” I asked bitterly, getting ready to throw a marble statue at his head at his admission. “Of course not Evan,” he shook his head, “That’s what I was trying to tell you.” I gave him a dirty look but he continued to back me up in to my own home. “However now that we’re on the subject where is my son?” he asked as he picked up one of Eli’s favorite stuffed animals; his elephant Toby, “If I remember correctly I gave him this toy right after he was born…Toby right?” I nodded my head stiffly. “Hey!” my son cried as he came barreling around my side of the double entry kitchen, I pulled him in to me immediately. He struggled with me but I refused to let him go for his own good. “I told you to hide,” I mumbled in disapproval. “I heard dat man say Toby,” he told me, “I thought you telled him da special word.” “Dat’s my toy Mr.!” Eli told him unhappily, something was brewing inside of Andrew as he looked at our boy. I guess it would be a bit of a shock, he hasn’t seen him two years he has gotten much bigger. “You haven’t taught him to share I see,” Andrew chuckled before approaching my son and I, I tried to put my baby behind me but the strong seraphim wouldn’t allow me to. “Andy—” He shot me a menacing look as he knelt down to my son’s level, “What would you say if I told you I gave you that elephant when you were a tiny baby?” “You gived me Toby?” Andrew smiled a genuine smile, “I did.” “How come?” “Because I’m your Daddy,” the seraphim admitted to our kid who looked unbelievably confused, he looked back to me for confirmation all while I glared at Andrew. “He’s my Daddy?” I nodded, “Yes Eli he’s your Daddy.” “How odd,” Andy said, “I could’ve sworn his name was Andrew Dennis Biersack Junior.” “Be quiet Andrew,” I snapped, “Don’t confuse him anymore you already dropped a bomb on him.” “I’m confusing him?” he snapped, “I didn’t take him away from you…he doesn’t even remember me!” “How can he?” I bit back in return, “You were too busy entertaining Juliet to even care about him!” “How dare you!” he roared and I honestly thought he was going to raise his hand at me, but my son’s frightful cry made him still in his place. “I apologize…Eli,” Andy told Elijah softly, “Your mother just frustrates me sometimes.” Eli only snuggled in to my side further refusing to acknowledge the older angel’s apology, once Andy realized that he adjusted his jacket and then pulled out an iPhone to check the time I assumed. “Come along Evangelina we have to get back to the palace in a few days,” He gestured for me to move forward, “We don’t want to be late for your homecoming party.”

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Handprints Left Behind

Andrew Biersack x Reader

Warnings: Language, Smut, Extreme Blood and Gore, Murder... Vampire stuff

A/N: Alrighty, I haven’t wrote anything for this in over a year, but here’s another piece!  I hope it lives up to the standards with the rest of it’s chapters, I certainly tried! 

Handprints,   Handprint Killers , Handprints on my Heart

2007

You stand in front of the floor-length mirror, placing the ruby earrings in your ears, watching Andrew's reflection as he dressed.

You watch as the black suit jacket slips over those firm shoulders, how his inked fingers slowly button the lower half. He's cut his black hair, it's no longer low and flowing, but he does look more modern as it falls over his forehead, his blue eyes trailing as he feels your gaze on him.

He smiles at you, and you immediately return it, feeling warmth settle through your body as you finish. You turn around, finding he's already behind you. Your fingers coast up his chest, curling around the back of his neck as you lean into his tall frame.

"Mmm, I'm excited for tonight," you whisper, pressing your red-painted lips against his jaw. "We haven't had a feast in months."

"I know, but it's time for a celebration, don't you think?"

"A celebration?" You ask in amusement, leaning back slightly. His hands are around your hips, holding you against the coolness of his body as you look up at him.

It's so different now, between the two of you now that you've been together for almost a decade. The hotel, with it's gothic architecture, has been fully restored and operational for years now. Humans from all over the world flock to look at it in all it's grand elegance, and the revenue from the visitors is quite helpful for you and Andrew to keep your feedings hidden from the world. Really, you don't care if it fails, you just like the food that keeps delivering itself.

Vampires even visit, although you'd been against the idea initially, Andrew had seen the value. Let them visit, let them feed in peace without worry of the world finding their kills. Somehow, that's given the two of you an extra edge; you're running the only establishment in the world where the hellish creatures can play with their prey and eat as much as they want --- even bring their own, if they like.

Funny how valuable soundproofing is.

Of course, not every guest that visits is a snack pack. You have the entire three upper levels dedicated to just those who are meant to be dinner, whereas the rest of the hotel runs like normal. Humans are completely oblivious to what's going on in the ancient structure, which feels more like home to you now than anywhere else you've ever visited.

Of course, Andrew is always at your side, so that makes anywhere feel safer.

"Yes. Do you know what today is?"

"Saturday."

He clucks, pressing his cold lips against your nose before stepping away, his eyes running down your body. You're wearing the red dress you'd found the first night in the hotel, and he adores how the material clings to your body, giving your a sultry, vivacious look with your hair pinned elegantly on the back of your head.

You're no longer drifters, you're royalty.

No one dares challenge the two of you now, not even the elders. Your establishment, nicknamed the Mortuary, is precious to all your kind; so long as its running, no one is going to bother you. Andrew did all of it strictly so you would be safe; every move he's made, every calculated decision, it's with your welfare in mind, whether you know it or not.

"Why, my dear, it's our twenty year anniversary."

"It is?" You blink, leaning back on your heels. "It feels like we've been together so much longer."

"I know." He murmurs, his ringed thumb brushing across your lower lip. For the past three years, not a day has gone by that the two of you have not been together. Every night, even while you slept, your bodies had only been inches apart, and now he doesn't think he could survive a night not in your presence.

The hotel is your sanctuary, and though Andrew still feels the pull to rest, to sleep for another hundred or so years, he fights it viciously. You're not yet there, you're still so young, just in your sixties or so, and it'll be another before you realize you want to sleep as well.

He'll wait until you're ready.

Honestly, the hotel could burn to the ground and take everyone with it, he would not care. He doesn't mind if the world ends, if every creature on it is scorched from the plains, he just cares about you.

Everything is for you.

The decade he was forced to go without you, it felt like torture. He's never felt so attached to someone in his existence, and ever since the two of you shared those witches blood --- perhaps that's what changed the blood high for the two of you, maybe it did something to your undead bodies. It's the only explanation he can come to as to why you're so... why he can't do without you.

Witches have magic, and magic has a strange way of affecting the dead.

"So tonight is our anniversary, hmm?" You splay your fingers against his shoulders thoughtfully. "Does that mean we have gifts?"

"Hundreds," Andrew murmurs, brushing his lips against your jaw. "We have an entire ballroom of gifts awaiting us, my dear."

How wonderful.

You shiver as his teeth graze your neck, your mind on all the humans ambling below your feet. Andrew had closed off the hotel for the festivities, just like he always does once a year; no one from the public is allowed, the staff is dismissed, and it's just vampires, celebrating for once in their existence what they are.

How much fun this is going to be!

Admittedly, you'd been dissatisfied in the beginning. You'd missed the thrill of the hunt, of chasing your victims and hearing them beg for their lives before you tore into their flesh. Andrew had amended that, turned it into a game; let them flee into the hotel, and murder them as they go through the halls; someone else can always clean up the mess.

It's like rat in a maze, thinking they can escape, having hope only for you to crush it in your hand!

Oh, you simply love it!

You sigh contentedly in his arms, curling closer to him and just holding him for several seconds. You like his body when it's warmer, when the two of you have just fed, but you also like moments like this, when everything is peaceful and you can just enjoy the feel of him against you. Vampires aren't meant to love, you lose your emotions after so many years --- or, at least, you're supposed too. You become more primal, but with Andrew, that's not true at all.

You feel more human around him.

"I love you," he murmurs after a moment, "and I will for eternity."

You smile at the words, snuggling against him. "I love you as well."

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"Look at all of them!" You gasp in excitement, rushing towards the golden banister of the balcony that overlooks the ballroom. Your white-gloved fingers curl around the hard wood, gazing downward.

The ballroom ceiling is the highest in the building, with stained-glass windows arching upward in sharp peaks --- it reminds you of a cathedral, although this version is much more twisted with all the dark furnishings. Chandeliers sparkle, the low lights on the wall spread deep shadows across the dark gold paint; Andrew outdid himself.

You can't help but admire it as you look down, staring at all the well dressed food waiting for you below.

Andrew walks slowly behind you, content to watch the excitement on your face. Your dress is split up to your thigh, allowing for swifter movement, and your jewelry glitters on your shimmery, unyielding skin. You're quite the gem yourself, and he finds he just likes watching you, how your face comes to life when you realize you'll get to hunt; it's almost child-like.

"You've really outdone yourself this year, Andrew!" You say giddily, turning to look at him over your shoulders, your eyes glittering. "This looks wonderful!"

"I thought you might like it," he smiles softly, your gloved fingers trailing over his high cheekbones, admiring the handsome lines of his face. He's like a walking Adonis, forever immortalized, and you find yourself just looking at him sometimes. It's no wonder the human females are enchanted with him, he's ethereal in his beauty.

"How many are down there?"

"Nearly a hundred, by my calculations. The waiters are those from the streets I offered a job too, they will not be missed either. The humans are all lower class, they think they won invitations to a grand ball held just because someone has too much money to throw away." Andrew smirks, his hand curving around your hip as he gazes down with you, the lights casting shadows across his face.

"That's twice as many humans as what you usually get."

"Well, I had to accommodate for our guests this year," he sighs, eyes flicking to the balcony across from yours where one of the vampire elders stand. He'd come to overview everything, to see how the feasts are going to be handled. Andrew finds his presence irksome and unwelcomed, but he puts on a congenial face. He knows if the elders are convinced the hotel is useful, than the two of you are set for decades to come.

You purse your lips. "He's only staying a few days, isn't he?"

"Yes. He's only here for the feast."

"Where are the others?"

"Still getting ready, I suppose." Andrew's eyes flick around the room, spotting the odd vampire here and there in the crowd, but they all know they're not allowed to touch the food until you've had your fun; all of this is for you, and your anniversary, and Andrew doesn't want you disappointed; he'll kill anyone who spoils your night.

"Mmm." You bite your lower lip, white fangs glinting in the lights as you lean forward, gazing downward. "How many do you think we can fit on a bed?"

Andrew chuckles. "Our record is six so far."

"I think we need bigger beds."

He grins, his hand slipping over yours where it rests against the banister. You turn your palm upward, threading his fingers through yours.

You like your love making to be in a pool of blood, to feel it soaking around your body as you kiss him. You like to be so drunk and high off of it that you and Andrew can last for hours, moaning into each other, celebrating your time together. You know you go overboard sometimes, that your kills are always messy, whereas he keeps everything so neat and proper.

Maybe you two balance each other out?

You think about what it was like before him, how hard it was for you when your creator abandoned you because you weren't keeping her attention. You still don't know where the old biddy is, what happened to her, but you do know that if she ever shows up, you're ripping her head off. She left you, defenseless as a newborn vampire, to wander the world.

You would have been killed by hunters if Andrew hadn't been there, they would have ended your life before it had really even started. You weren't good as a human, you'd never really started feeling alive until, well, you were dead.

And you'd certainly never loved anyone before.

You let your gaze drift to the tall man beside you, seeing his bright blue eyes surveying the crowd below. Sometimes, you still don't understand what he sees in you. You're not near as beautiful as he is, but rather plain. You know why you care about him, it's impossible not too.

He's kind to you, he takes care of you and he loves you unconditionally. He doesn't care how you like to play with your food, he doesn't judge you for your messy kills or the fact you always get blood everywhere. You've tried to be a little neater for his sake, but it just frustrates you, there's always an errant stream of blood you can't stop!

Now that you think about it, he's actually saved your life a couple times. You sort of owe him for that, don't you? You hope the opportunity never arises, however. You don't want someone to be after his life, and you don't want to have to defend him; you want everything to stay exactly as it is.

"It seems as if everyone is here," Andrew comments, seeing at least twenty vampires circulating the room below. He perhaps has more food than is warranted, but any survivors can be saved for later downstairs; funny how the basement of the hotel serves as a wonderful pantry.

"Good!" You clasp your hands in front of you happily, eyes brightening. "Can we start now?"

"Of course, my love." he leans down, and you turn your face expectantly. His lips brush yours softly, and you lean into him thoughtlessly, deepening the kiss after a moment to let your tongue brush his. Mmmph, you almost hate to break it, you adore kissing him.

"Go on, love," he whispers against your lips, caressing your cold cheek. "Go have your fun!"

You smile at him, and then turn away, leaving the balcony behind and disappearing behind the black curtains. Last year you'd just tossed yourself off the balcony into the midst of them, scaring them before you attacked them, but apparently you're going for something else this year.

How curious; you usually never change your habits, you like fearful prey.

Andrew crosses his arms, his gaze flicking across the ballroom to see the vampire elder gazing at him.

"This is a very nice establishment you have, Lord Biersack." The elder says after a moment, his hands clasped over the cane in front of him. Andrew snorts, narrowing his blue eyes.

"Thank you, Hansel. Have you enjoyed your stay here?" He keeps his voice congenial, but he's very displeased. It's probably a good thing an entire balcony separates the two of them, that they're at least a building's length away from each other. He knows the elders are the one who sent vampires after you for your head, and he has quite frankly not forgiven them for it. Even back then, if he had found out you'd died ---.

"Yes. It's very well run. I've heard of your feasts, I hope this one lives up to its reputation."

"Mmm, it shall. Do enjoy yourself, Hansel. There's no need for control here." Andrew says, seeing you enter the room below. You look like a child at a candy store, passing through the humans, picky about which one you might want; he tried to get an equal amount of flavors, although he'd bypassed more of the sweet-tasting humans for you, despite they're his preference.

You miss the looks the males give you as you sweep by, how their eyes trail over you just as his had the first moments he saw you. You might not think much of your appearance, but it's the air around you, the wildness in your aura. You're a vicious killer when you want to be, and being a vampire was probably the best thing to ever happen to you; you set the standard for it.

He smiles slightly as he sees you finally zero in on someone, a man much taller than you with broad shoulders and long hair. You sidle up to him, your fingers brushing across his shoulders as he turns to face you. Andrew can see his defenses falling away immediately as you laugh at something he's said, the mans hand coming to rest familiarly along your hip.

Andrew narrows his eyes. He hates it when they touch you, as if you're their creature and something to be paraded around. It's all he can do to hold himself back, to not jump down and snap the humans neck like a breadstick.

He exhales heavily, glaring down.

You say something else to the man, but then you're moving away, drifting through the crowd again. Obviously no one can begin the feast until you, but you're finding what you want, leaving the rest of the vampires restless.

You're doing it just to torment them, aren't you? If anything, you're spiteful, Andrew will give you that. You hold a grudge for all those years of running and hiding you'd had to do, and everyone will suffer for that injustice.

His fingers twitch in aggravation as another human steps in front of you, offering you a flute of champagne. You arch one brow before you take it, lightly making small talk with him. Andrew shifts impatiently, disliking how the mans eyes linger on your chest, on the swell of your breasts from the tight bodice of the dress.

Jealousy is not something vampire's are known to feel, only anger and possesiveness when it comes to their kills.

Andrew, however, is a different story.

Huffing, he straightens his jacket before lightly hopping forward, standing on the edge of the balcony as he gazes downward. He taps the toe of his black shoe against the banister, his hands in his pockets as he watches the human reach forward boldly, brushing a strand of your loose hair behind your ear; you should have snapped his wrist for that.

Irked, Andrew steps forward, dropping down easily to the floor below him, not caring if anyone sees him or not. He lands easily with just a bend of his knees, hearing gasps erupt around him at his appearance. He ignores them, striding forward purposefully, his eyes on the male flirting with you.

Unacceptable.

You cut your eyes as he nears with an impish look, and after a moment Andrew realizes you're just taunting him, letting the males come on to you to rile him up.

Well, if that's how you want to play it, very well.

The man just has enough time to turn and look before Andrew's chilling hands are on him, snapping his neck with a firm twist. You watch as the man crumples to the floor, glass shattering as it hits the waxed tiles. Immediately someone screams, and you pout as you look at Andrew.

"There you go, starting the party early."

Andrew rolls his eyes, and gestures as the shuffling crowd, sounds of alarm starting to ring out through the ballroom, people already shoving for the closed golden doors.

"You know I don't like it when they touch you."

"I know," you smile, and lean over the body to kiss Andrew swiftly. "I was just hoping you'd join in on the fun!"

He quirks a brow, letting you take his hand as you laugh and drag him forward, your eyes flicking about as you look for your dinner. You spy who you want, and you lunge forward, catching the woman by the shoulders and tossing her to the ground. She shrieks, immediately doing her best to scramble away as you approach her, obviously frightened and unsure what's happening. Her back hits a white column, her painted eyes wide as you kneel in front of her, your dress parting up your thigh.

You sniff, then your nose curls.

"Oh, bother. Andrew, she's sweet."

Really?

Andrew glides forward curiously, shuffling forward to sniff her.

Well, so she is.

"Here, she's all yours." You say, but he shakes his head.

"You don't want to share?"

"I smelled a spicy one earlier, that's what I want."

"Then let's go find that one," he smiles, and you nod eagerly, both of you standing and leaving the cringing woman behind.

Someone else can have her.

You clasp Andrew's hand, laughing as you see the confused humans trying to find a way out, realizing every exit is barred, that the windows are unbreakable or too high off the ground for a safe drop. They flood past you, dipping into every room, loud shrieks and screams erupting everywhere as vampires have their fun.

Some of the humans try to fight back every year, they bring weapons of some sort, but it doesn't make a difference. They always die.

Your heels are sharp against the waxed tiles below as you walk forward, finally spotting the one that you want. He's heading up the stairs, running at full speed towards the second story. You can already see one corpse sprawled across the bar up there, one edge of the wall-mirror behind it covered in a spray of blood.

Eh, that one must have been sour.

Happens.

"Do you want me to slow him?" Andrew asks after a moment, seeing a vampire slip past the man after his eyes flick to the two of you; it's your prey, and no one is going to touch him.

"No, let him run. The fear makes him taste better," you say, lifting your skirt as you start up the stairs at a reasonable pace. You keep your eyes on him, seeing him sprinting desperately for one of the hallways, his eyes flicking over his shoulder.

You almost clap your hands you're so excited!

Usually when the pantry is getting low, you just get cups of blood, and though it's warm and fresh, it's nothing like a real kill. You miss the times when technology was so far behind, where you could feed on the warm flesh of a breathing human.

It's just not as fun the other way, and what's the point of eternal life if you're not enjoying yourself?

You finally let go of Andrew's hand to dart forward, grabbing the man's jacket and tugging hard, making him fall backward with a yelp. He hits hard onto the red carpet, and you circle him, his wide eyes focusing on you as he cradles the back of his head. You smile at him, and kneel down after a moment, trailing your fingers up his chest.

Spicy, musky --- very man-like. You sort of got a taste for that when you drank one of the hunters; perhaps you only like it now because it reminds you of that time twenty years ago --- today exactly!

"Come share him with me," you say, planting your hand firmly on the man's chest, making it impossible for him to move as you look up. "Let's celebrate our first taste together."

"Very well. Drink him dry?"

"Just like we did the first night together," you smile as Andrew kneels beside you, and you press a swift kiss against his lips. "Remember? We drank him until there was nothing left."

"Yes, I remember." Andrew clucks, lifting the mans wrist up forcefully. The man gasps, squirming, but he's no match for your strength.

"P-please!" He begs, digging his heels into the floor as he tries to pull away from the two of you, unsure what's even going on; his mind has yet to comprehend the situation.

"Oh, don't be a baby," you coo at him, your fingers curling into his long hair as you drag his head back, revealing the vein in his throat. "This will only hurt a little bit!"

Andrew snorts, shredding the man's sleeve with his nails, revealing the tender spot on his wrist. You don't waste another second, the man's deep bellows filling the air as your white fangs sink deeply into his flesh, blood immediately gushing upward against your lips. You groan as it fills your mouth, pressing closer into him. You can feel his hand at your hip, trying to shove you off, fight you any way that he can, but he's no match for you. Blood seeps from your lips, coursing down his neck and staining the carpet below.

Andrew chuckles, and he bites lightly into the man's wrist, only wanting a small taste; he's not as fond of the flavor as you are. The man's heart is hammering in his chest, Andrew can hear every beat, and the adrenaline coursing through his veins makes his blood even tangier.

"Well, I have to say, you two certainly know how to party."

Both your eyes flick up as you see the vampire elder approaching, using a white kerchief to wipe the spray of blood off his gold, round spectacles. You narrow your eyes, lifting your lips reluctantly from the twitching man beneath you.

"Enjoying yourself?" Andrew asks with a quirk of his brows, running his tongue along his red-stained lips.

"Mmm. Is there always so much carnage?"

"We clean for a week after a party, there's no worry of any evidence being found." Andrew says, rising to his feet. He glances at you, giving you a comforting smile as he sees the red smearing your chin, the irritation in your eyes at being interrupted. "Keep feeding, I'll be right back. Don't let him die on you."

Oh, right.

Your eyes flick down, seeing the man is losing a lot of blood from the gaping wound you've left. You trust Andrew to handle the situation, so you lean down, returning eagerly to your feeding.

"Have you fed yet?" Andrew asks the elder, who nods after a moment, replacing his glasses, as if he really needs them.

"Yes. I think you've more food than what's necessary."

"Some of us like to feed more than others, is all. I like for there to be enough. It wouldn't hurt for you to enjoy yourself, have as much as you want. The hotel is abundant this evening."

"How do you intend on getting rid of all of the bodies here?" the elder asks coolly; he as quite surprised at the amount of people when he'd arrived, all the chattering humans buzzing with excitement. He'd been skeptical that the old lord really had everything under control.

Andrew chuckles. "Perhaps you should try the chicken here some night, Hansel. The humans all seem to adore it."

The elder's brows rise. "What if someone investigates and finds out what your dinners are really made of?"

"No one investigates the Mortuary." Andrew shrugs. "I own the police force, I've poured plenty of money into it. Should any body turn up suspiciously or someone question a disappearance, it's handled. I always try to make sure that anyone we take has very little influence, that no one will look for them. Most of them here tonight are of the lower class, or homeless. Even the staff was those I offered jobs too from the street. You will find no issues with our feasts."

He is sure of that.

"Well, even I can admit when something is impressive." the elder allows after a moment, his eyes flicking behind the vampire in front of him as he sees a woman stagger into the hallway, her hand pressing against the wound on her neck as she weeps. "You seem to have everything handled."

"Andrew never misses a detail," you say, both men looking over as you approach. Your eyes are dilated from your meal, blood coursing from your lips and droplets showering across the swell of your breasts; you look like a beautiful woman turned monster, and Andrew immediately feels that stirring for you, the one that makes his skin burn.

Even the elder glances down at your chest, appreciating the view in front of him; it's hard to find those who really appreciate the kill, who wear the blood of their victim with such pride. He's an old vampire, he remembers the days when slaughter was free and vampires were feared instead of myth.

Perhaps that day can come again, thanks to you two oddballs.

"Well, if you'll excuse me, I believe I have festivities to enjoy," the elder says after a moment, and you both nod, your hand curling around Andrew's arm. He still looks so elegant, you almost feel bad for looking a mess.

The elder disappears behind you, and your eyes flick over your shoulder to see him approach the young weeping woman.

"I see he's having fun," you chuckle, looking up at the man at your side. "Although you've not eaten enough to enjoy yourself yet."

"Don't worry, my love, I will be soon." He murmurs, dipping his head. He kisses you, his tongue running through the blood on your lips, letting it coat his tongue. You sigh, letting him have a taste, feeling his hand cup your face.

It's addictive, the taste of blood on another.

"What do you say we round up a few and bring them to our room?" You whisper, biting your lip thoughtfully. "I would love a bath."

Andrew's slow grin is all the consent you need.

~~~~~~~

You giggle as you prop the man over the edge of the large, white tub. You and Andrew inhabit the penthouse at the very top of the hotel, and so the fact your bathroom is large and lavish is no surprise. You were especially happy over the tub, which Andrew had installed just because he knew you would love it.

You watch as the blood pours through the humans neck and into the tub, your fingers brushing through his dark hair.

"I think one more will do it," you call, gazing at the white tub filled halfway with blood. Really, it takes way too many humans to fill it, so you'd ordered some buckets of blood from the pantry below; with the addition of the live blood, it's going to be warm, and that's all that you want.

Andrew appears with a weeping woman, her dress torn and blonde hair collapsing around her shoulders. She screams as she sees the man leaning over the tub, her hands rising to her face in horror.

How dramatic.

"Are you sure it's enough?" He sighs, dragging her forward by her arm. "It's only halfway."

"It'll be fine with the two of us in it." You say, your hands on your hips. Blood is covering your dress, staining the lower half of your hair and your face. You look frightening as you peel your gloves off, tossing them to the side as Andrew forcibly leans the girl forward, drawing his nail along her neck so that her blood will gush forward, her body slumping.

There.

"Why do you always look so nice after a feast?" You grumble, seeing just the faintest red stains across his white dress shirt. His hands are even clean!

"Because I have more control than you," he says, shirking out of his jacket.

You roll your eyes. "I wouldn't say that. You just want to make a good impression with that old goat."

"That old goat is what's going to keep us from having trouble, (Y/N)."

You pout as you look at him. "No one can stop us from having fun, Andrew."

Well, he's not going to disagree.

He shirks out of his shirt, his eyes on you as you undress, shimmying out of the clingy material and letting it pool at your bare feet. You reach forward, shoving the humans out of the way and running a single finger through the tub's contents. You bring it up to your lips, sighing heavily.

"Mmm, it all tastes so good mixed together! A wonderful cocktail."

He chuckles, stepping forward. He gives it a moment before he slips easily into the tub, sinking down low with a sigh into the warm blood. He lets his head rest back as his body heats, licking his lips as you step between his legs, settling down in front of him. His arms curl around you, dragging you back against his chest as he nuzzles your throat.

"This was a good idea," he says, lifting his hand upwards, watching as the blood courses down his skin. "I haven't had one of these in a century."

"Mmm, I always have good ideas." Okay, so you know that's not true, usually your ideas are a disaster. Still, you try to forget how life was before, just focus on how it is now. It's easy, almost, how things are going, and you hope they stay that way.

Andrew sighs, relaxing for several moments, watching the way the dark surface shifts and ripples, thick against his skin. He presses a kiss against your shoulder, his tongue running through the blood coating it.

It does taste good.

"Mmm, did you get your fill tonight?" he asks after a moment, and you nod your head, pressing your stained lips against his cheek.

"Of course. You ordered so many of them."

"I wanted to make sure everyone was sated," he clucks, watching as you shift forward. You turn around, the blood barely high enough to cover your breasts; it had rose when the two of you had taken up space, but Andrew would still have liked more.

You give him a smile as your arms wrap around his shoulders, your thighs slipping on either side of his hips. You nuzzle his throat, lightly lapping at the heated blood covering his skin. Really, you're not high yet, you'd had more fun catching and killing your victims then really drinking from them. You'd wanted to get high with Andrew, just like always, not by yourself.

You sigh against his skin before you sink your teeth into his throat, causing him to start. You drink deeply, and he groans softly in your ear, closing his eyes in pleasure as your body rubs against his, his hands flowing through the blood to clasp your waist.

His blood always tastes so good, mixtures of all the people he's had tonight. It's hot, hotter than a normal humans as it splashes against your tongue, although you're not sure why. You don't want to drink too much, so after a moment you pull away, running your tongue along the wound as you lean back, hands clasping his shoulders.

"You didn't drink enough tonight," you say accusingly, noticing the glint in his eyes as he looks at you.

"I didn't have too," he chuckles, kissing your chest. You watch as his tongue flicks out against your skin, your fingers flexing. Your body shifts as his lips seal around your breast, lavishing your sensitive peak in attention. He suckles on your flesh, and you bite your lip as his teeth pierce, drawing your blood into his mouth.

You tilt your head back, shivering as he drinks from you. It always feels so nice for someone to drink from you, for your blood to go into their body. Maybe that's where you and Andrew had gone wrong before during your blood high, drinking from each other with so much abandon.

You thread your fingers through his dark hair, feeling that heat between your thighs, that desire growing inside of you. You need some more blood, you're not quite where you want to be just yet. Your fingers brush down his arms, catching his wrist and drawing it up to your lips. Blood gives his skin a nice red sheen, and you run your tongue through it, enjoying it's flavor in your mouth.

You press kisses against his body, feeling his teeth finally leave you with a groan.

"The blood is getting thick," you breathe, and Andrew's red-stained fingers move, slipping against the tub as he feels for the buttons. You grin as the jets turn on, moving the blood, and you appreciate the fact it isn't going bad already; apparently there are wonderful drugs on the market to prevent that these days, and slipping it into the guests food proves very helpful.

You kiss him quickly, his arms winding around your slick hips as he draws you against him. You moan into his mouth when you feel the hardness below you, realizing he's already getting where he needs to be. His hands coast up and down your back, one slipping around to cup your breast in wet fingers, squeezing and pinching until you're squirming.

Andrew's hands brace on the rim of the tub as you pull his mouth to yours hungrily, gripping his shoulders and leaving smears against his skin. You groan into the kiss, and only push back enough where you can look at him, seeing the red smears coating the lower half of his face now.

Much better.

You close your eyes in pleasure as his mouth goes to your neck once more, sucking kisses into the wet skin. He presses closer to you, jerking your body against his and causing a rush of blood to disappear over the edge of tub, splattering across the black and white tiles below. You stifle a gasp as he bites you, just enough to draw your blood to the surface before leaning away, wanting you to bleed for him.

As if you don't already.

You pull his face back to yours in a bruising kiss, teeth and tongue clashing desperately. You run your fingers through the longer black locks at the top of his head and pull him closer to your mouth, opening your mouth further and pressing your tongue more insistently against his.

You lightly run your fingertips up his chest, feeling his breathing increase before he leans back, slowly this time. One hand grips the lip of tub behind you, the other running over your body, wondering how wet you're getting for him the more blood you consume. His face is just below yours, his lips parted slightly, his eyes flickering from your lips to your eyes.  

 "Andrew," you whine. You need him to touch you, for his hands to touch your squeeze your body once more. Your voice seems to break him out of his trance, causing his eyes blue eyes to settle on yours one more time, growing dilated, black starting to overpower the color as his needs become more evident. His free hand cups your face gently before tracing the line of your neck, running down until his fingertips are brushing the swell of your red breasts.

His eyes follow his hand, and he groans at the sight of your chest moving the blood with your ragged breaths. His hand cups one of your breasts, and he finally leans back down to your lips, this time much gentler. He squeezes his hand, one of his thumbs flicking lightly over your nipple, causing a moan to slip out onto his lips. He adores how you feel, every slick inch of skin rubbing into his, seducing him all over again. Your wet body is attempting to grind into his, and he can feel the hum in his body from drinking from you, from tasting the blood on your flesh.

The high is starting already, and he welcomes it.

"I want to touch you," he breathes against your lips, your legs widening of their own accord at those husky words. You shiver as his face buries in the crook of your neck, lips and tongue suckling at the rivulets of blood coursing your body. You can feel his hand coasting down your body, squeezing your thigh before slipping inside.

You exhale heavily, eyes fluttering closed as his talented fingers slip between your folds and press into your entrance. You squirm your hips as his thumb puts pressure on your clit, causing electricity to course through your body. This is it, what you've been craving --- the feeling of being alive, of feeling pleasure at his touches instead of just nothing. You hate being so emotionless, you want more, you want this all the time!

He gently presses the pads of his fingers down, adding just enough pressure to make you writhe against him. Slowly his fingers rub circles into your clit and you moan against the skin of his shoulder, your forehead falling against it as you shudder once more. You can hear his breathing, escalating as you nibble on him, making his skin bleed with the sharp points of your teeth.

You inhale sharply as he lightly pushes a finger inside of you, your muscles immediately clenching around him as you grind down onto his hand, the blood moving and shifting around your body thanks to the jets. It feels so nice, and your head tilts back in pleasure as he adds a second finger, moving them inside of you.

You whine as his presses harder against your clit, thrusting his fingers inside of you until you're shuddering in his arms, panting against his neck. You moan shamelessly as his mouth suckles your breast, his cock hard against your thigh. Your eyes are dilated, wide and slowly turning darker the more he pleasures your body, the more he nips and causes you to bleed.

The blood bath was a wonderful idea on your part.

"Fuck, Andrew," you groan, feeling yourself clench despite yourself. You wish you could cum, but you don't want to waste the experience. You want him inside you when it happens, thrusting up into you over and over until you're screaming his name again. The blood high will only last so long, and you only really enjoy fresh blood, so the two of you don't need to waste much more time!

No matter how much you're enjoying it.

You reach between the two of you, curling your hand around his cock and causing him to moan. You stroke your nails against his heating skin, kissing him as you pump your hand around him. You want him to crave your body like you are his, to want to be inside you so bad he can't control himself. You know he wants you, but you want the lust to be all consuming, for him to not be able to think about anything else.

You don't know it's already like that for him.

"I want you inside me," you whisper, black eyes opening to find his the same. "I want you fucking me already, make me cum."

His breath shudders out against your lips, and he pulls his fingers from inside you, clamping them around your hips and drawing your forward. Your fingers curl around the edge of the tub, feeling his head rub teasingly against your entrance, your stomach clenching as he thrusts upward.

You gasp loudly, blood pouring over the edges of the tub once more as your bodies move, Andrew twisting until you're beneath him. He curls his hands tightly around the lip of the porcelain bath, your arms winding tightly around his neck as he thrusts into you. You tighten your legs around his hips, moaning wantonly as he fills you over and over.

Blood courses between your bodies, soaking your hair, causing your grip on him to be slick. You don't mind, you just want to kiss him, for him to fuck you harder. Your can feel that rush of heat coursing over your body, your mind going blank as you focus solely on the pleasure. All you can do is pant and moan beneath him, suddenly glad the tub is large enough for his long legs and your extra form.

"You're so beautiful," Andrew groans, and you gasp as his teeth sink deep into your throat, causing your head to fall back as you jerk. Your toes curl as he drinks heavily from you, losing control for several seconds as his hips hammer into yours, his cock squeezed and milked by your muscles as you groan and whimper in his arms.

"Andrew," you breathe, fingers tugging lightly at his hair, feeling his moan.

This must be heaven, you think, for someone like you. There's no other way to describe the euphoria you're feeling, the sublime pleasure in his arms. You'd never had anything like this as a human, and suddenly all those rough years are worth it. Maybe it's what made you appreciate what you have now, the fact that this creature loves you so much he's willing to risk everything for you, for just a few hours of pleasure with you.

"Fuck," you whimper, his head lifting from your neck, fresh blood dribbling from his lips. You almost feel light headed as you kiss him, tasting your  lifeforce on his tongue as it delves into your neck. His hands are so tight on your hips, you can feel his fingertips biting deep into your flesh to hold you still as your bodies slip against each other.

You're not going to be able to handle much more, you're getting too close to bliss. You cling to him, but he knows your body too well. He shifts, angling deeper until your eyes are squeezing shut and you're gasping. He caresses you, traces circles in the blood on your skin, holding you close to him. His hand is curling around your thigh as he sits up, both of you moaning at the new position as you sink down onto him fully.

"I love you," you whisper against his lips, causing a different kind of warmth in his chest as he looks at you, cradling your face between his fingers as your hips move, taking control now.

"I love you for eternity," he responds, meaning those words with every inch of his being. You smile breathlessly at him, only to clench as his fingers dance on your clit, rubbing hard until you're on the verge of losing control, shaking against him.

Andrew doesn't care how many humans he needs to kill, he'll do it every night if it means moments like this with you. Even when he's not high, he still feels that heat for you, that ridiculous attraction that causes his body to respond in ways it shouldn't. He almost doesn't need to be high to desire you anymore, it's becoming natural for him.

It should frighten him, the change in his undead body, and though he's speculated it several times, he generally pushes the thoughts away.

He doesn't want to consider what they mean.

He shudders beneath you as you suddenly cum, his lips capturing your sounds of pleasure as you shudder and shake in his arms. Fireworks go off behind your eyes as you cling to him, nails raking deep against his back and leaving red lines behind. You lose your breath, your body goes tense, you can't think --- everything is muddled as he holds you against him, pumping his hips up into yours until he's groaning as well, shuddering beneath you and holding you tightly.

You relax into his grip, snuggling close to him as your arms wrap around his back.

Mmm.

He always leaves you sated, content. You press your lips gently into his shoulder, liking that he's still holding you, his fingers lightly caressing your hair as you try to control your body. If your heart still beat, it would be hammering in your chest, and you should be breathless, legs weak, but you're not.

Honestly, you could go again, immediately.

"I hope it can be like this forever," you murmur, aware that both of you are covered head to toe in blood. Your hair is heavy with it, clinging to your skin, as is his. He manages to still look elegant, despite drenched and skin growing sticky.

"Maybe it can be," he sighs, pulling away just enough to kiss your lips gently. "Maybe this never has to end."

"Everything always does."

"Not for a long time." His thumb caresses your cheek as he looks at you, black hair clinging to his forehead in red lines. "We can keep this going, we just have to be careful."

"Do you think so?" You sigh, biting your lower lip. "Do you think the elders are going to leave us be?"

"I believe Hansel was having fun, so more than likely." His fingers trail your lips. "Perhaps not in such magnitudes. We might have to lessen our feasts to every few years."

"That's fine. As long as we can still go out and hunt sometimes."

"We don't need to get our old nicknames back."

You smirk. "The Handprint Killers, wasn't it? I thought it had a nice ring to it."

Andrew just sighs, and you give him a quick kiss before you stand, letting the blood rush off your body as you step out of the tub, body still tingling. You leave bloody footprints behind as you walk to the glass shower, opening it and turning on the water. A hot spray of water immediately rushes forward, but you can't feel the heat as you step beneath it, letting it wash the red from your flesh.

You glance at Andrew where he still rests in the tub, head laid back as he watches you.

"Are you not going to clean up?" You quirk a brow at him, running your fingers through your hair. Your body is on display for him, but after so many years, he finds it still just as enamoring. He will never tire of having you, of touching you and moaning into your skin. You're intoxicating, his drug, and he can't help himself.

"When you're done," he murmurs, resting his arms along the side of the tub. You shrug, washing yourself off. You can hear the festivities downstairs are starting to die off, that most of the humans have been caught and consumed. It's a good thing your cleaning crew is so thorough, but considering how much they're paid for their silence, they should be.

You sigh happily when you're clean, turning the water off and glancing at the mess you've made of the bathroom.

"You know they're going to have to scrub for hours tomorrow to clean our mess up," you chuckle, reaching for a towel and wrapping it around your form.

"That's what they're paid for," Andrew replies, running a hand through his drying hair. He leans his head back so you can peck his lips before moving on towards the bedroom. He gives it a few moments before rising, reluctantly leaving the bath behind and heading towards the shower. He glances at the bloody handprint left behind on the shower door from your touch as he steps inside.

Really.

~~~~~~

You walk down the hallway, running your fingers through your freshly washed hair as you glance around. The cleaning crew took care of most of the mess while the rest of you slept, so though there's still stains and sprays of red here and there, the hotel is mostly emptied of any corpses. You hum lightly to yourself as you take the grand staircase, walking towards the main lobby of the hotel.

"You know, I miss the old days sometimes." You say, sensing Andrew where he stands at the reception desk, holding some papers in his hands. He glances up from the words, dressed once again in a tailored suit that makes him look so fucking distinguished.

"The old days?" He asks lightly, fingers lightly brushing across the keyboard. He's standing, trying to get the shuffled papers in order; they weren't put up appropriately and some of them are ruined.

"Yes. Going out into the world, hunting, causing mischief and making the humans fear us."

"They thought we were murderers, and we're still feared. No one was ever caught for those deaths, after all."

"I know." You cross your arms as you lean against the desk, watching him work. He took to technology easily enough, almost as if it was second nature to him. You find it amusing, considering how old he is.

"I think we've left plenty of handprints behind, my love, there's no need for more." Andrew says after a moment, eyes flicking up to yours. "Not in this country, anyhow."

Hmm.

True.

"Do you suggest somewhere else?" You ask lightly, seeing his lips quirk.

You've quite a bloodlust.

"It'll have to be somewhere remote."

"There's plenty of those in the world. What about Russia?"

"Where it's cold?"

"Easier to preserve the bodies and cause some fear, right?"

Andrew rolls his eyes, dropping the papers and turning his attention to you fully.

"Do you really want to start all that up again?"

"Why not? It's been plenty of time, hasn't it?" You frown, toying with a pen. "We can consider it a vacation."

"We just had a feast."

"So? We've never had a vacation, Andrew, not since we've been together."

He sighs, and leans forward, letting his arms press against yours as you stand on either side of the desk.

"Is that what you truly want?"

"Yes."

"Then you shall have it," he kisses your nose, and admittedly he finds the idea rather exciting. Causing a stir among the humans again, getting them fearful that they might be next? It had been very... mmm.

"Really?"

"Yes." Andrew cups your face with one hand, not caring who is around to witness the affection between the two of you; you've already been labeled as strange and unnatural vampires, so it doesn't matter to him anymore. "We'll go in a few weeks, once I have things handled here. Somewhere remote where we can hunt in peace."

You beam, and kiss him spontaneously, loving the idea of it.

Both of you, out in the world, hunting again?

Humanity will tremble.

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