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@CactusWren Hi! I'd be interested in doing a vampire x romance if you're still open? :)

Kk! Thanks for letting me/us know coffee! xD

Heya! I'd be interested in RP-ing with you! Your 'imaginary' plot sounds like a lot of fun! :D

Awesome! Would you like to chat on here or PM? :)

Hey guys! So I'll try to keep this short and sweet, but basically, I have a craving for some good ol' Victorian/gothic romance, perhaps with a fantasy vampire element thrown in? I don't know. PM me if you're interested and we can discuss plots and stuff! I'm pretty open with this one, but I...

*rushes off to download* xD

I take it it's true that you don't wanna carry on?

(@Rhianna please tell me that you don't wanna do this anymore rather than just disappearing.)

(@Rhianna friendly bumperooni :) )

Silence fell as reason returned when the hunter explained about mine and Giz's situation. I hung my head a little at her words. It was true, and I couldn't deny it, that he'd gone to a lot of trouble to save my ass. He didn't need to, and he ended up getting seriously hurt in the process. I...

I shook my head a little, contemplating all the different scenarios that he'd suggested. I didn't have any questions, but nor could I decide which was more of a suitable route for us to take. But somebody shouted out. "Why should we listen to you? You're the ones that dragged us down here, to...

(It's ok! I'm sorry for bothering you.) I raised my eyebrows, tensing slightly. "You want to give me a bath? Like, personally?" I asked, concerned. "No offence, Michael, but I'm not a dog. I can wash myself." I say with an exceptionally nervous laugh. I nervously pull at the fabrics of what...

I sighed, folding my arms. It was fascinating me how quickly situations can change. Mere minutes ago I was still one of his playthings, locked up in the basement, and now, he was embarrassed to tell me what I was there for? What? "Look, you did some shit scary, horrible things but I hardly think...

I leant against the wall, looking at him as sternly as I could muster. "And how many of them are already dead because of you?" I snapped harshly. "You said you were saving them from death, but that is exactly what you've brought them." I say, eying the Crimson bottle in his hand. Wow that...

(Me too! In a sadistic kinda way. xD ) I opened and closed my mouth with a frown, deciding what to do next. I eyed the door downstairs...and ran towards...the room where he just went in. I saw he was helping himself to what looked like blood, and I resisted the urge to gag. "You know...you...

My eyes widened. "Is that a trick question or just a plain stupid one? I can't decide." I stated in monotone. I shook my head. "Are you not hurting them..." I muttered. "YOU JUST FUCKING KILLED ONE FOR CALLING ME A BITCH! YES, YOU'RE HURTING THEM!" I yelled, not believing any of this in the...

I completely froze. My jaw dropped and I stared at him blankly. "LOVE?!" I practically screeched. "LOVED ME?" I laughed then, just a little, a sad and harsh laugh. "If you think that's what love is, then you have a very psychotic and sadistic way of viewing life." I shook my head, raking my hand...

I should've backed down. Apologised, taken a step back. But no. All that hurt and betrayal had been building up and I had a chance to let it out. Screw it. Screw it all. I took a breath. "What have you done?! You stalked me! Kidnapped me! Drove away my family so it looked like it was my fault...

I shook my head in disbelief at his question. After all he's done: the kidnapping, the hurting, the locking up in a dungeon as playthings; he's asking me to promise not to run? Maybe it was the freedom, maybe it'd gone to my head, but I got a burst of my sarcastic flare back, and I may have not...