Fanfic :P
Well, seeing as there is a serious lack of fanfiction I recently joined a prompt community. It pretty much demands I make them all AU fanfiction, but I think that's still plenty interesting. I'll post CANON world fanfiction sometime as well, however for now I'm going to post here with my 50 prompts. Don't worry, they're plenty in character. XD This prompt was hard to work with, but I like how it turned out.
Vampire's were dreadful creatures. They sucked something from you that was so vital, it took your life. In all the world these blood sucking fiends were feared. Yet even when people used such terms as 'sucked the life out of me' or any such idiom, they never once took into consideration that their normal enemies were vampires.
She was certainly his vampire. She had never taken any money from him, or even asked for presents on her birthday. She had existed in a way that was solely taking what truly hurt him. She took his years, she was in them one by one until he had to double take to recall them. She was in all the years and memories that seemed important. So he supposed she took his young life away too.
She also took his pride. In the modern day world sexism was not encouraged. He wasn't necessarily old fashioned, just a sexist pig. She had called him that so many times in heated arguments. He had to grip at himself just to realize how much it fucking pissed him off to realize he held back on her. If they fought, she won. If they fought physically, she won. The only thing she couldn't win at was in bed. Perhaps that's why it took up so much time until he began to seem like the vampire to her.
They consumed each other's lives so negatively the other felt they might just break. But it was the challenge that kept them going, and that would decide who the real vampire was.
But if vampire was used in the literal sense, they had both thrown enough punches to draw a good amount of blood. Enough biting or rough sex to do it as well. They were both consumed with being the victor, the winner, the 'vampire' neither could take the time to notice they both were.
Vampire's were dreadful creatures. They sucked something from you that was so vital, it took your life. In all the world these blood sucking fiends were feared. Yet even when people used such terms as 'sucked the life out of me' or any such idiom, they never once took into consideration that their normal enemies were vampires.
She was certainly his vampire. She had never taken any money from him, or even asked for presents on her birthday. She had existed in a way that was solely taking what truly hurt him. She took his years, she was in them one by one until he had to double take to recall them. She was in all the years and memories that seemed important. So he supposed she took his young life away too.
She also took his pride. In the modern day world sexism was not encouraged. He wasn't necessarily old fashioned, just a sexist pig. She had called him that so many times in heated arguments. He had to grip at himself just to realize how much it fucking pissed him off to realize he held back on her. If they fought, she won. If they fought physically, she won. The only thing she couldn't win at was in bed. Perhaps that's why it took up so much time until he began to seem like the vampire to her.
They consumed each other's lives so negatively the other felt they might just break. But it was the challenge that kept them going, and that would decide who the real vampire was.
But if vampire was used in the literal sense, they had both thrown enough punches to draw a good amount of blood. Enough biting or rough sex to do it as well. They were both consumed with being the victor, the winner, the 'vampire' neither could take the time to notice they both were.