Taste of blood...

Seduction. Have you ever seduced someone or has anyone ever seduced you?

The snow feel in a heavy blanket about the country side, leaving the choices of shelter less than ideal. It was perhaps the first time since he had been turned that Percy was glad that cold and heat did not affect him, though there was a chill that sank into the marrow of his bones. He remembered the Harshness of a Lowland winter.

His velvet coat was hung against the rocks above and out of the way as he dried the rest of his clothing by the fire. The cave was bleak at best, uncomfortable at worst. They had gathered moss and hay from a village barn to make the floor a bit more comfortable, and Percy had take a quilt form the last family they'd killed; but despite their efforts, it still was less than charming place to be. And the effort of finding food was growing less and less worth it each day.

( Shake me, break me, take me over.... )

You’re better off without me, honestly.

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Do you believe in an afterlife?

“William…” The room was dark, save the dying glow of the hearth when Father Hughes whispered his name, cold hands sliding of his pale flesh. He wanted to pretend to be asleep, not saying anything as he laid there. Still as the night air… “William,” the Father called again, hands sliding lower over his body as the bed creaked.

The fingers that closed around his arm and rolled him, though, felt strange. Nails biting in as he was jerked about…

( Hell is a dish best served cold )

Fragile.

The blood dripped slowly down his arm as the distant sounds of carolers mixed with the wind swept snow. The red droplets stand the pearl, white of the snow, freezing into right red specks on the surface before it was covered with a new layer of snow. Everything seemed to move slower with the onset of winter, the holiday drawing near.

That was not to say that the rush of shoppers, the hustle and bustle of the Christmas cheer was not evident upon every street corner. The overwhelming promise of ‘good health and good cheer’ that came from each mouth that passed, gleeful shouting of ‘Happy Holidays’, ‘God Bless’, ‘Happy Christmas’! It was a never ending sea of happiness that could do little more than suffocate the unsuspecting, unwitting.

But for Percy such moments seemed to crawl. Winter had seemed unending in his youth, and every coming of the Season reminding him of the glorious summers in Southern Italy. It made him home sick for a land that he had barely spent twenty years in passing.

( God rest ye merry, gentlemen... )

"There's enough sorrow in the world, isn't there, without trying to invent it."

Gawain brushed the boy’s hair back, kissing Percy’s temple as he watched the boy. He hadn’t spoken more than a dozen words since the death of his beloved Luca. For the elder vampire, there was a sense of accomplishment in the way he observed his childe. So beautiful, so full of sorrow and misery.

His fingers traced the curve of the boy’s face, the soft lips that still held the tint of blood. The pale brow that was hidden beneath the soft, dark locks of hair. His Percy, his sweet, sweet Percy.

“Go away,” the boy spoke softly, voice barely audible under the clatter of the Venetian world beyond. The revelry of Carnival still holding the city hostage as dawn slowly peeked over the horizon.

( Cold and Broken )

Trust. Write a ficlet about Trust.

“Why do we always have to sleep in the mud, and leaves, me?” Percy grumbled, kicked at the muck as the rain slowly started to let up. He tilted his head back for a moment, blinking at the water as it splattered against his face.

Gawain grunted a bit, giving Percy a side long glance before adjusting his cloak, “We are holing up in the cave down the way. Unless you want to great the morning sun,” there was humor in the vampire’s humorless voice, causing Percy to blink, before he smiled at looked at his sire.

“By the Grace of God, Gawain, I think you’ve learned to joke. Does this mean that children are no longer a sin to kill?” He was gleeful in the idea, walking along through the mud a bit quicker as he tried to catch sight of his sire’s face.

( Trust. )

The gypsy smiled mysteriously from behind the woolen veil. A thousands secrets where in her eyes, dancing elusively to the surface before slipping through his grasp, each carrying something of importance and weighing heavy against all odds. But she did not part with them, though her lips seemed poised to whisper one or the other to the wind.

( Make a wish... )

What are you waiting for?

“Nanna oh, nanna oh, il mio bambino a chi lo do?” Luca was singing softly as the wind caught their hair. Venice was a complicated city, particularly when one wanted to get away from the stench of the city, and feel the warmth of the sun in an unhindered manner. But the pair had snuck away from their party, the festive buzz making the whole city drunk with excitement as the bumbled about drunkenly. “Lo darò al suo angiolino, che lo tenga in sul mattino, lo darò alla befana che lo tenga una settimana.”

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Describe what your "happily ever after" would be like

William blinked at the sun as it faded from sight, the long wisp of air that swirled about his room in vibrant colors. It was the moment in the day that he dreaded almost and yet always found an immeasurable excitement accompanied any worry.

Gawain was always slow to stir, always the last to awaken during the night meant for the unsavory and unholy. It would give William all the time in the world needed to cover his ill-masked tracks.

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What is the biggest mistake you've made in a relationship?


“You killed him…” Percy’s voice carried a flat tone of confusion, his head canted to the side with a perplexed knot on his brow. It almost seemed as if Percy had never considered the idea that Alex was capable of murdering someone, anyone.

Alex turned to look at his sire, golden curls bouncy lightly with the movement. His lips curved in a snarl as blue eyes gave Percy a hard, dangerous glare. “You seem so disturbed by the idea.”

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