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and dreaming I'm alive

Boy, did he get a show. Dora's body writhed this way and that, and he had the perfect view of it all from his seat. He might have said that she wasn't really his type, if he'd had a type to begin with. Tam wasn't one to put such limitations on himself, but she was a tad too small for his liking. He preferred to have a little something to hold on to, but he did so enjoy her eagerness to please, and she had such a weak mind, it was delightful. He watched her for some time before he could sense her body getting tired. She was sweating, her heart was working too hard, there was a tremble to her ankles with each new step she took. He could actually have her dance herself to death right there on the table and nobody would even notice. Maybe that could be her eventual end, but she wouldn't be making her grand exit tonight. Tam was still hungry. He jumped up onto the table with her, pulling her body in close as he moved to the music with her, his hands firmly on her waist. He tilted his head back and opened his mouth, fangs bared for her viewing pleasure. Gripping her hair, he pulled her head to one side and sank his teeth deep into her neck.



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tag: Euphadora Rose Parkinson
words: 259
notes: <3
outfit: With his usual long hair.

and dreaming I'm alive

He could taste the alcohol in her blood, bitter, sweet, delicious. Tam drank his fill as Dora threw her head back in ecstasy, her free hand gripping his shirt tight, though he could feel her hold weakening slowly as he drank. He ran his tongue over the fang marks on her skin as he pulled away, licking the last droplets of blood away. "Strong enough?" he whispered, knowing his venom was more than strong enough to satisfy her cravings. She had been looking for more, and now she had found it. "Drink." He picked up her glass and pressed it to her lips, moving her hand to it so that she could hold it herself, though in her current state she likely didn't want anything other than his fangs buried deep in her skin. Tam wasn't sated just yet either, but the night was still young, and Dora would be sticking by his side whether she wanted to or not. He licked the corner of his mouth, tasting blood there. "Mmm." Yes, she definitely hit the spot.



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tag: Euphadora Rose Parkinson
words: 209
notes: <3
outfit: With his usual long hair.

and dreaming I'm alive

He slid in beside her, her hand finding its way to his thigh immediately. She wasn't shy. He wondered how much she would beg for more once she got a taste of what he had to offer. They always begged, but some more than others. He drank her in as they sat there; her silently craving his attention, him giving it in just the right dose. His hand shot out towards the curtain before the waiter could open it to pass Dora's drink in. Tam took it without looking, and the lad backed away quickly, the black curtains swinging shut again, shrouding them in secrecy. Tam passed the drink to Dora, placing the glass in her hand, his fingers sliding along hers, trailing over her delicate wrist where her pulse thumped loudly. His lips parted just enough to suck in a breath of need. He was hungry. He closed his eyes, listening to the erratic thumping of her heart. "Dora, may I taste?" he asked, his voice no more than a breath. He didn't dare breathe too deeply, or move too suddenly. He would rip her apart. The scent of her blood was overwhelming, if he spilled it in a fit of desire, he wouldn't stop. He opened his eyes, golden gaze fixed on her wrist.



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tag: Euphadora Rose Parkinson
words: 248
notes: <3
outfit: With his usual long hair.

and dreaming I'm alive

He turned to face her as her body fell into sync with his. He didn't smile. A smile from Tam had to be earned. His usual look was often described as uninterested, moody, lost in thought. Tonight it was intense, probing. He was hunting, and his hands slid around the waist of his prey. She was as beautiful up close as she had been from afar, the only new details the enchanting green eyes she had, and her scent. Her scent was incredible, a mix of potions, perfumes, desire, and desperation. There were other hints he picked up on immediately, but Tam pushed them aside. The scent of a baby; talcum powder, lotion, milk. Irrelevant to his game. The scent of a dog; musty, dry, but not enough to put him off. He had been around many a werewolf in his time that smelled like that tenfold. Hopefully she would get home to her baby and dog in one piece tonight. Unless he got too carried away.

Tam's hands expertly moved over her body, flipping her around and pressing her back into him. He lowered his face to her hair as they swayed to the music, lips at her ear. "Dora," he whispered softly. Her name had been easy enough to glean from her friends with vampire hearing. It didn't suit her, he thought, she needed a more elegant name. Dora was cute, this girl was all vixen. "You look like you need something a little bit stronger," he murmured, breathing in the scent of blood pumping beneath the veins in her neck. The temptation to bite down and just have a little taste was strong, but he kept control of himself. A crowded dance floor was no place to expose oneself. His fangs ached to elongate and take their fill. Tam fought against it. He needed to get her somewhere more private. That should be easy enough.



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tag: Euphadora Rose Parkinson
words: 350
notes: <3
outfit: With his usual long hair.

and dreaming I'm alive

He wasn't sure whether Zelda had meant for her little hit to hurt, or if she was just playing, but instinct told him to grab her hand and snap her wrist before she could pull it away. He could have done it in the time it would have taken her to blink, and had she been anyone else, he would have. Nobody raised a hand to Tam and walked away from it. Not in centuries. Just last week a man had bumped shoulders with him when passing in the street. Tam had followed him, dragged him into an alley and drained him of blood, leaving him for dead. A girl he had slept with once had slapped him across the face for a bold comment he'd made. He'd slapped her back and snapped her neck. Tam thought nothing of it, but this was different. Zelda wasn't trying to be offensive. The immediate jerk of his hand was disguised as an extra tug on his zip, and he stuffed both hands into his pockets.

"Would you believe me if I told you that Kermit won't be starring in any more movies?" he asked, deadly serious as he began to walk down the street. "Frogs legs are delicious." He left his comment hanging in the air for a while as they walked, a flashing sign of a fish and chip shop catching his attention up ahead. "Are you hungry?" he asked, thinking that pretending to enjoy some chips might take away that weird bacon craving he'd given himself. The chips would taste like cardboard, but they'd give him something to do, something to focus on until he was alone and could eat what he really wanted. Zelda was a Hit Witch, he couldn't exactly excuse himself and go and ravage some stranger behind the cinema. If she followed him and saw him like that, well, it would likely be the end of their friendship, and Tam would feel obliged to kill her to cover his own tracks. He didn't want to kill her. Not at this point in their friendship, anyway. He still enjoyed her, and wanted to keep it that way. Without Zelda, he'd probably end up stuck with Mina as his new cinema date, and she'd talk through the whole thing and annoy him to death.



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tag: Zelda Eden Zeller
words: 419
notes: <3
outfit: Jeans, black jumper, black coat, boots.

and dreaming I'm alive

Tam had been pretty pleased when he'd seen the listing in the newspaper. He'd missed it last summer when it had first been released, and by the time he'd gotten around to sneaking into the cinema alone, the place was full of kids, and he'd backed right back out again. He'd been so disappointed, but his week had been made when he'd spotted the title on the Pendragon list. They were doing a few showings of it on Wednesday nights for the next four weeks, and Tam was determined to see it this time. It wasn't often that he was such a fan of something, but this couldn't be ignored. The only problem was, he didn't fancy going on his own. The showings were at night, so there shouldn't be any children in there, save for older ones, he supposed. His best guess was that it would be mostly empty, save for other adults who appreciated the franchise as much as he did. He still didn't want to sit by himself, though.

He only really had one option. To his surprise he actually had someone who he would call a good friend these days. Zelda Zeller even knew that he was a vampire, and though their friendship had come out of nowhere, and been completely unexpected to him, Tam actually enjoyed her company. She was tough, and strong, and refreshingly unafraid to be herself. She was also a bit of a princess at times, but he could overlook that, because she'd been to watch horror movies with him in the past, and that girl could stomach some gore. At least fake gore, he wasn't sure how she'd cope with the real thing, though she was a Hit Witch, she'd likely seen her fair share of nasty scenarios. Anyway, she was his designated cinema buddy, and he had accompanied her to some seriously girly movies more than a few times, so she could suck it up and indulge him tonight. He'd bought the tickets, and treated them to some popcorn.

He had even crept off to the men's room to sneakily swap his cup of fizzy cola for blood. The lid was dark, and you really couldn't tell the difference once he'd used a quick spell to mask the tangy copper scent. He'd used that spell more than he'd like to admit over the years, but it really did work, and she'd seemed no wiser to his beverage swap as they sat together. The movie was delightful, and Tam found himself laughing out loud at points, which was something he wasn't really known for by those that knew him more than just an acquaintance. It was nearly over, but Tam snorted with delight, shaking his head at the huge screen and turning to Zelda. "I love it when Fozzie Bear says waka waka," he said quietly, doing a pretty good impression of his favourite muppet. Yes, they were watching The Muppet Movie, and it was downright delightful. Tam was in his element as he sipped his cup of blood.



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tag: Zelda Eden Zeller
words: 547
notes: Don't you tell a soul, Zeli! <3
outfit: Jeans, black jumper, black coat, boots.