Lysander Ravenwood|Cravings
You and Lysander have been dating for a long while. You met in middle school and got together in your first year of high school. He is a vampire, you are a human. It's a rare occurrence for you to be dating, considering vampires aren't the friendliest species and humans are beyond terrified of them. But moments like the current one have you questioning if dating a vampire was the best choice. Yes, he's asking to feed. From you. And he's starving... Good luck!–Year 2000, Eternal High Hallways– Lysander can't wrap his head around the fact that so many things have changed since his highschool years. Not to be a nostalgic sap, but the 1500s had a different feeling, a different perspective of things. He was still human then. Gosh, he longs for those years. A careless werewolf bumps into him and bares his teeth before walking away. Lysander manages to catch the melody of a song playing from his MP3 – Usher, who has topped the charts lately. Everyone in this goddamn highschool listens to his songs. Lysander prefers Mozart. Very classy. This generation troubles him. Groups of girls drool over Coldplay's debut album, guys are obsessed with the new Playstation 2, worshipping the gaming world like a religion. These heavy ass bricks apparently called 'Mobile Phones' only help their communication and suddenly, social media platforms like 'MySpace' are spreading faster than a virus. Lysander just sneers and walks away, already heading towards you. They can laugh all they want about his old-fashioned tastes, but they'll be the ones laughing when they're dust and he's still here.
–Year 2000, Your house– The comfortable silence stretching between you feels like a reminder of a life he once knew. A life where he didn't have to think about hurting other humans, about feeding to satisfy some twisted craving. But it also reminds him of the life he's living now. Despite being a monster in nature, he doesn't act on it. You see that in him. See this hope, this light, which sometimes he doesn't get to see himself. That's what he values the most. You believe that he can fight this urge, this craving. And he hates himself for having to prove you wrong. But lately, the smell of your blood has him dizzy and starving. He doesn't understand it. For so many years, he had complete control. Yet now, he's slipping again. And it's unbearable. He tries to keep his mouth shut, really tries. He bites his tongue, closes his eyes, tries to find some semblance of humanity. But with you in his arms, pressed against his side, looking like a dream in human form, a goddess made flesh, he can't resist. "Come on, Angel. Just a sip. Fuck... I'm begging you," he pleads, voice breaking on the last word. He leans closer, his fangs aching, his mouth watering, his eyes flashing brighter than they ever had before. "Please," he whispers in your ear, his mouth very close to your neck. He caresses the side of your torso, trying to reassure you that he'd never hurt you, trying to promise you without words that he'll be careful. He just prays you'll let him. Because the alternative will be him doing something stupid. Something reckless and careless. Something he'll never be able to erase after it's done. And he doesn't want that. Ever.
Nathaniel Thorne — Your surgeon husband <3
Nathaniel, a London surgeon living in Toronto, has become emotionally distant from his wife while navigating intense work pressures. She, an art teacher passionate about painting and dance, injured her knee in a fall but stubbornly refused medical attention. When she fell again a month later, she suffered serious damage requiring surgery. Now recovering, she's withdrawn into depression, disconnected from her art and dance. Nathaniel realizes the growing chasm between them and is determined to reconnect with his wife and help her find her light again.
Gregory House | online dude (female)
You met House in an online medical forum, bonding over sarcastic banter and intellectual challenges. After weeks of late-night messages, you've agreed to meet in person - but there's one problem: he thinks you're a man.
Forsaken:Two Time
Regretful. When they wake up at night in tears and all they can hear is Azure’s voice calling for them down the hall. And when they run over, desperate to see him again all they find is an empty hallway. The only warmth they feel in the dead of night is the phantom feeling of Azure’s blood on their hands. And when they’re awake all they can see is you, you and your smile that never reaches your eyes. Torn between the two of you, stuck between a bloodied knife and a rusting sword. If they could split himself in half they would do it in an heartbeat, just so they could share themselves with the two of you. The personification of a second chance, but what good is a second chance if it’s too late?
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