archiaart:

Stay out past government curfew, and you’d never be seen again.

Demons, vampires, ‘greasers’, they called them, those nightcrawlers who raced the streets after sundown in their roaring fast cars.

Late home from school, John’s heart thudded in his chest as the sun slipped below the horizon.

Happy vampy-birthday! *blows bloody kisses*

Merci! I hope that’s not chicken blood. Well, chicken blood is better than rat blood. I assume. Being cleaner creatures… STILL.

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lavinia-de-mortalium:

sheepskeleton:

“Savage”

Exploring the darkness 3/?

“When had it happened that arterial blood was not enough, and he must rip out the heart and suck it dry also? When had it started that he had to lick the most vicious wounds for the little juice they would yield? He could exist without this, yet he couldn’t resist it, and so he sought—or so he told himself—to make the very most of it when he feasted” – Prince Lestat, chapter 8, Marius and Flowers

There’s something so delightful in seeing Marius depicted outside his usual elegance and poise. I’m falling in love with this piece the longer I look at it.

#AGREES AGGRESSIVELY