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and dreaming I'm alive

Tam was delighted when Dora squirmed away from her own blood. He relaxed onto the bar stool as she spun around, looking for some sort of escape, and the sound of her panicked heartbeat was music to his ears. Finally, she got it! After months, she understood that she was prey, she was messing with a monster, not just some teenage boy she could get high with. The scent of her blood in the glass had drawn a lot of attention, the vampires in the club not used to blood being spilled outside of the designated feeding rooms. His little plan was coming together nicely. Dora backed into his arms, and Tam reached one hand around in front of her, pouring the glass of blood onto the floor at her feet. Waste. Unwanted. Just like her. He pulled her hair back from her neck with lightning speed, fangs sinking deep into her flesh as he gave her enough of a hit to cloud her mind. Then he let her go, pushing her forwards and away from him. "Help yourselves," he said to the surrounding vampires, leaning back to watch as they descended on Dora, fangs bared.



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tag: Euphadora Rose Parkinson
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outfit: Casual killer.

and dreaming I'm alive

Tam followed Dora down the stairs, watching the nervous way her hands felt along the walls in the dim lamplight. He could see perfectly, and he smiled to himself. Not so cocky now, are we Parkinson? They headed straight for the bar, and Tam kept Dora close as eyes followed the fresh meat carefully, admiringly. He would play the possessive vampire for now, if only to lull Dora into a false sense of security. They wove through tables in the noisy room, Tam nodding to people he knew, but sparing no time for them. He went straight for the bar. "Empty glass," he said, Hank the bartender sliding one down the ebony bar top towards him. Tam caught it and sat on a stool, pulling Dora to stand between his legs. He took hold of her wrist, golden eyes holding hers as his fangs elongated. He bit into her wrist gently, just enough to pierce the veins there, and gave a few sucks, the smallest amount of venom seeping into Dora's system. He pulled away before she could get too much of a fix, and held her wrist over the empty glass, blood pouring from the wound nicely.



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tag: Euphadora Rose Parkinson
words: 227
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outfit: Casual killer.

and dreaming I'm alive

Tam glanced up and down the street, more out of habit than necessity. The small town he lived with was deserted at this time of night, he could tell that they were alone through scent and sound, but a small trickle of paranoia that never seemed to leave him made him check anyway. The street was empty, as usual, and he took Dora's hand in his roughly, taking her across the road, past the street lamp and to a darkened side street. "I was on my way out," he said, annoyed. "So you'll have to come with me." Not ideal, but she would fit in perfectly where he was headed.

Tam pulled Dora against his body and disapparated without warning, the whoosh of magical travel much more intense to his heightened senses. He felt like his body was being ripped apart and rearranged, and then they were standing in St. Jerome's graveyard. He kept hold of Dora's hand and pulled her past crooked headstones toward an old mausoleum that looked like it had seen better days. He placed his free hand over the engraved words on the tomb door, and the letters glowed blue in the dark, the door opening slowly to reveal a staircase leading down below the crypt. Tam gave Dora a wicked smile. "Ladies first."



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tag: Euphadora Rose Parkinson
words: 247
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outfit: Casual killer.

and dreaming I'm alive

"What is this?" Tam snatched the piece of parchment from Dora's hand, glancing over it, brows knitting as he realised what the random words scribbled down meant. This was how she found him? Writing clues for herself? He'd never known any of his victims to do anything like this before, and though he often thought of Dora as dumb, she clearly had more going on up top than he'd given her credit for. He scrunched he paper up and threw it across the room. Had she just been wandering around town until she found the right spot to trigger her memory? That was dogged determination. Desperation. Addiction. He knew she was addicted to him, but this was too much. He no longer had any privacy. What next, she found out his real name? No. He couldn't allow it. It was time for Dora Parkinson to be thrown out like the trash she was. Her desperate words barely registered as Tam let her go and flipped off the lights in the church. He opened the door and ushered Dora outside. "Let's go."



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tag: Euphadora Rose Parkinson
words: 210
notes: <3
outfit: Casual killer.

and dreaming I'm alive

"Fuck it," Tam breathed as the redhead began to move back down the alley. He moved to the other side of the roof and dropped down silently, coat flying around him. He landed in a crouch at the side of a shop and set a casual pace as he rounded into the alley, catching the redhead's scent and following at a distance. He couldn't even tell who it was by scent because She had disappeared as soon as she'd turned him. He'd woken up alone and confused and never had a chance to know her scent. But he remembered her touch, her smile, the twinkle in her eyes as she'd danced for him that night. He remembered enough, but not enough. He swerved drunken bodies as he trailed the woman back to where she'd started outside the Starlight Speakeasy. He needed to get closer, to see her face. He wouldn't rest otherwise.



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tag: Jovian Isobel Corrine Rowle
words: 182
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outfit: Dream stalker.

and dreaming I'm alive

It had been dark for a few hours and already there were drunks lining Whimsic Alley in groups, attempting to blag their way into clubs or people's pants. It was laughable, only they were Tam's best shot at a meal tonight. He hated summer. The sun didn't set until ten at night, which meant that his time to be free and roam was cut dramatically short. Then in the winter there weren't as many people milling about because of the cold weather, despite it going dark at four in the afternoon. Vampires had a rough deal, really, though Tam would never admit it. He intended to make the most of the darkness, though he had no desire to drink from inebriated fools. Staff from one of the nightclubs would be a good bet. A quick snatch and eat, then erase of their memories would be easy enough. He'd have to stick to the alley's though, watching the back doors of the venues for anyone leaving.

He was passing the Starlight Speakeasy when it happened. His long coat billowed behind him on a humid summer breeze, the scent of blood thrumming in the veins of those he passed tempting him. His hair, long and undone, blew across his face, and he turned his head to the side to allow the wind to right it again. That's when a flash of red caught his eye and made the world slow. If his heart could beat it would have pounded with something akin to anxiety. As if in slow motion, his golden eyes locked onto a woman in the alley beside the Starlight. He couldn't see her face, only her long red hair being blown by the wind. Was it Her? He didn't pause, didn't stop walking, but the alley was too narrow. He was past it in too short a time to get a good enough look. Setting his jaw, Tam pushed past a crowd of rowdy people and swept around the side of the next building, waiting until he was out of sight and then scaling the side of the wall with ease until he was on the roof. He trod lightly on the slate tiles, careful not to loosen any, and crouched at the edge of the roof overlooking the flame haired woman in the alley. Tam stared.



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tag: Jovian Isobel Corrine Rowle
words: 418
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outfit: Dream stalker.

and dreaming I'm alive

The sound of Dora undoing the collar on her top reached his ears first, then the door creaking open. Tam smiled lazily to himself as she entered his home as she usually did, ready for action. She knew her place, and it pleased him to see her understanding of their situation was perfect. She was food, nothing else. Tam did so like to play with his food, though. He raised a finger and beckoned her towards him, his wand flicking and slamming the door shut, the lock clicking into place, trapping her in with him. "You're late," he teased.



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tag: Euphadora Rose Parkinson
words: 130
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outfit: Jeans and nothing else.