One of @loveisthekiller.bsky.social 's clan.
[DC RP|Vampire OC|MC]
"𝘙𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦," he'd said. "𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝙪𝙨."
Thirty-nine years had passed since that day, and Haru had been unable to leave David's side. Unable to leave the men who had murdered his friends that night.
See, vampires were --
"𝘙𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦," he'd said. "𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝙪𝙨."
Thirty-nine years had passed since that day, and Haru had been unable to leave David's side. Unable to leave the men who had murdered his friends that night.
See, vampires were --
Haru had been too weak to resist. The second it was time for Haru's first kill, he'd dove at that woman like a hungry animal, and drank every last ounce of her blood. He cried about afterwards, and --
Haru had been too weak to resist. The second it was time for Haru's first kill, he'd dove at that woman like a hungry animal, and drank every last ounce of her blood. He cried about afterwards, and --
Then David had carved open his wrist and filled Haru's mouth with his blood.
Haru never saw the sun again. He and his friends became 'Missing Persons', and his life was over. --
Then David had carved open his wrist and filled Haru's mouth with his blood.
Haru never saw the sun again. He and his friends became 'Missing Persons', and his life was over. --
By the time dawn came, Haru's friends were dead.
Haru remembered looking up from his place lying on the ground, thinking that this was it: the moment he was going to die. David was leaning over him, smiling with --
By the time dawn came, Haru's friends were dead.
Haru remembered looking up from his place lying on the ground, thinking that this was it: the moment he was going to die. David was leaning over him, smiling with --
But that hadn't mattered.
Haru always regretted not convincing his friends to leave the boardwalk that night. He'd had a bad feeling about the group of men his friend had started hanging out with. He'd felt in his hut that these men had, had bad --
But that hadn't mattered.
Haru always regretted not convincing his friends to leave the boardwalk that night. He'd had a bad feeling about the group of men his friend had started hanging out with. He'd felt in his hut that these men had, had bad --
— RPing will be kept to the TL, except for smut.
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— RPing will be kept to the TL, except for smut.
— please don't send unsolicited smut starters. Get consent first, either from the muse or from the writer.