1. scottnoblethemetacrisis:

    Garde mon coeur: Open

    scottnoblethemetacrisis:

    Leaning back against the door that was his TARDIS, Scott breathed out a cloud of smoke; letting the fresh cold London air bite against his skin. It was a chilly morning, but dressed as he was in a dress shirt half undone with his vest over it, the Time Lord barely…

    Hours passed. Even with his palpitations - they rarely happened but when they did it lasted forever… - he’d managed to eat and go out, to move about; a cigarette always in hand; the medicine probably the only reason he was able to move about. But then night had fallen, and he lent back where he was that morning, finishing one last cig before he went back to the stars.

    He fell asleep. Of course. That’s what vampires do during the day. When it was night again and he opened his windows this smell was still there. Good. Timelord blood. Nothing was better.
    After only a few moments he was down on the street.
    "Ah, bonsoir mon ami." He smiled. "You certainly came a very long way."

     

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    scottnoblethemetacrisis:

    Leaning back against the door that was his TARDIS, Scott breathed out a cloud of smoke; letting the fresh cold London air bite against his skin. It was a chilly morning, but dressed as he was in a dress shirt half undone with his vest over it, the Time Lord barely felt the cold, panting slightly against the thump thump of his heart. After a few moments he lifted a hand, clutching the cloth over his laboring heart.

    Lestat smelled him before he saw him. Timelord. More or less. One heart? Interesting. Two were so… loud. Nevertheless delicious. But it was morning already and all the vampire could do was looking out of his window, hoping that the Timelord would stay until it was night again.

     

  3. From Kyrian with love…

    midnightstrong:

    The Doctor had watched the vampire feed, watched from the shadows as the vampire collapsed from the poisoned blood, a look of cold indifference on his face. When Lestat was unconscious, Kyrian moved in to transport the vampire and heal his slave girl. The Doctor helped move the vampire in silence, his darkened gaze never leaving the vampire’s face as they moved him.

    He waited, waited through the blood and the pain, waited until Lestat woke. And when he saw the vampire wake, taking in his surroundings, the Doctor couldn’t help but laugh. “Hello, Lestat,” he purred, stepping away from the door frame he’d taken to leaning against and moving just a touch closer. “Have a good nap? I hope you’re well rested, because I want to play a few little games with you, and it’s not at all fun if you’re not fully rested for them.” There was a wicked glint to his eyes, the anger and disgust over what the vampire was, what he’d done, filling him to the core. He wanted to make this beast suffer, and he would, if he could manage it.

    He glanced aside to a table with several archaic and futuristic devices of torture set atop it, then back to the vampire with a wicked grin.

    It had been the second time, the SECOND TIME that someone betrayed him with poison. Great. His head hurt when he woke up but he smelled the Timelord immediately. Lestat struggled to his knees and clutched the bars of the cage. He tried to bend them. It should work. He was poweful, so powerful since he drank Akasha’s blood but this… it was alien technologie in every meaning of the word.
    His eyes shot to Kyr… no, that was the Doctor. The vampire could hear his hearts pounding in his chest. So strong, so full of life… hm… he wanted! His gaze followed the other to the table and he grinned.
    "Ohh… nice to see you again, mon ami. I can still taste your sweet blood on my lips. So delicious. And how delightfully you struggled." He licked his lips. "You want to hurt me?" He rolled his eyes. "Fine. Try. Compared to yours, my skin is like marble. Half of your little instruments there wouldn’t even scratch me." He closed his eyes and his nostrils flared. "I can smell you, Timelord. Come just a little closer. Yes…"

    (Source: midnighthasset)

     

  4. Mordu (Bitten) //frenchvampire

    nowyouseemeandnowyoudont:

    frenchvampire:

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    "Sleep. When you wake up you will see that it was all just a bad dream. A nightmare. You will go back to your circus and make the children happy." He kissed him. "Sleep, Atticus."

    (Source: professoralastairaclarke, via professoralastairaclarke)

     

  5. Mordu (Bitten) //frenchvampire

     

  6. Mordu (Bitten) //frenchvampire

     

  7. themanofyournightmares:

    frenchvampire:

    themanofyournightmares:

    frenchvampire:

    themanofyournightmares:

    frenchvampire:

    themanofyournightmares:

    When Lestat offered to heal his wing, Benjamin looked at him and nodded slightly. He whined in pain as he offered the snapped wing to the vampire. The Dragon Demon nuzzled his Master, purring. He licked at his face with a forked tongue, lapping up the stray blood from his lips. His breath was that of Dragon’s Blood and Roses. Incense. Peace.

    The vampire bit into his own wrist and as soon as his hand was covered with blood he pressed it against the broken bone. Immediately he could feel it healing.
    “You are such a beauty…”, he purred against the dragon’s neck. “So strong, so wild… but I tamed you. You are mine. And mine alone. No one else shall drink from you, no one else shall kill you. You are mine. Do you understand that? Mine.”

    Benjamin purred as he felt his wing heal. He nuzzled Lestat as it did so, listening to the blood course through his veins. When he had the strength, he shifted back and curled his wings around Lestat again. “I understand. And in this understanding, I am going to trust you with a secret. My true name.”

    Sometimes he hated it that Ben couldn’t speak in his dragon form. They might have to establish a tighter mental link to make that possible. Right now the vampire just felt utterly… safe and protected surrounded by the wings of the man he killed before. His true name? Lestat turned around and now faced Ben.
    “And what would that be, my dear monster?”

    “It’s Zakharais, Demon of the Ninth Circle,” he murmured, resting their heads together. He showed Lestat the beauty of how he came to be, the creatures of Hell, where he lived, the things he’d seen. When he pulled back, he smiled at him. “Now that you know, you and I can communicate when I am my true self,” Ben grinned.

    The vampire freed himself from Ben and stood up.
    “Now that I know your secret, now that I had you… I’m not sure I want. I guess… it’s a good moment to leave.”

    Benjamin just looked away. 

    “Oh.”

    “‘Oh’… said the demon.” The Vampire laughed. “Did you really expect that this would work? An Incubus and a vampire? I’m jealous, I’d deny you a lot. That’s not good for you. Besides, I am Lestat. I leave people. That’s what I’ve always done. So… as we are in my house, I guess it’s you who leaves.”

    (via themanofyournightmares-deactiva)

     

  8. themanofyournightmares:

    frenchvampire:

    themanofyournightmares:

    frenchvampire:

    themanofyournightmares:

    When Lestat offered to heal his wing, Benjamin looked at him and nodded slightly. He whined in pain as he offered the snapped wing to the vampire. The Dragon Demon nuzzled his Master, purring. He licked at his face with a forked tongue, lapping up the stray blood from his lips. His breath was that of Dragon’s Blood and Roses. Incense. Peace.

    The vampire bit into his own wrist and as soon as his hand was covered with blood he pressed it against the broken bone. Immediately he could feel it healing.
    “You are such a beauty…”, he purred against the dragon’s neck. “So strong, so wild… but I tamed you. You are mine. And mine alone. No one else shall drink from you, no one else shall kill you. You are mine. Do you understand that? Mine.”

    Benjamin purred as he felt his wing heal. He nuzzled Lestat as it did so, listening to the blood course through his veins. When he had the strength, he shifted back and curled his wings around Lestat again. “I understand. And in this understanding, I am going to trust you with a secret. My true name.”

    Sometimes he hated it that Ben couldn’t speak in his dragon form. They might have to establish a tighter mental link to make that possible. Right now the vampire just felt utterly… safe and protected surrounded by the wings of the man he killed before. His true name? Lestat turned around and now faced Ben.
    “And what would that be, my dear monster?”

    “It’s Zakharais, Demon of the Ninth Circle,” he murmured, resting their heads together. He showed Lestat the beauty of how he came to be, the creatures of Hell, where he lived, the things he’d seen. When he pulled back, he smiled at him. “Now that you know, you and I can communicate when I am my true self,” Ben grinned.

    The vampire freed himself from Ben and stood up.
    "Now that I know your secret, now that I had you… I’m not sure I want. I guess… it’s a good moment to leave."

    (via themanofyournightmares-deactiva)

     

  9. The Immortal and the Vampire

     

  10. themanofyournightmares:

    frenchvampire:

    themanofyournightmares:

    When Lestat offered to heal his wing, Benjamin looked at him and nodded slightly. He whined in pain as he offered the snapped wing to the vampire. The Dragon Demon nuzzled his Master, purring. He licked at his face with a forked tongue, lapping up the stray blood from his lips. His breath was that of Dragon’s Blood and Roses. Incense. Peace.

    The vampire bit into his own wrist and as soon as his hand was covered with blood he pressed it against the broken bone. Immediately he could feel it healing.
    “You are such a beauty…”, he purred against the dragon’s neck. “So strong, so wild… but I tamed you. You are mine. And mine alone. No one else shall drink from you, no one else shall kill you. You are mine. Do you understand that? Mine.”

    Benjamin purred as he felt his wing heal. He nuzzled Lestat as it did so, listening to the blood course through his veins. When he had the strength, he shifted back and curled his wings around Lestat again. “I understand. And in this understanding, I am going to trust you with a secret. My true name.”

    Sometimes he hated it that Ben couldn’t speak in his dragon form. They might have to establish a tighter mental link to make that possible. Right now the vampire just felt utterly… safe and protected surrounded by the wings of the man he killed before. His true name? Lestat turned around and now faced Ben.
    "And what would that be, my dear monster?"

    (via themanofyournightmares-deactiva)