I Love Hate Reading My Own Angst And Being Like

I love hate reading my own angst and being like

"Who would write such evil things"

Me, I would

I’d like to imagine, not for any good reason, that Adam is still alive. But not whole.

Very illogical ramble below:

I’d like to think his decapitated head is sitting far away from his limp body. Adam’s eyes have seen every crevasse of the basement room, he’s counted every brick on the wall, every strand of web spun the the spiders who inhabit the room. He’s watched his blood oxidise and turn into dust. He’s watched his body decay and be eaten by animals who’d stumble upon it.

But Adam’s head still rests there, still alive. Vampires don’t need their heart, what good is blood circulation to an already undead being. They don’t need air, what good are the lungs in his chest. Without his stomach he no longer feels his own hunger. But his mind does. All he knows is the taste of Lovely’s blood, all he craves, all he ever thinks about. One last touch, one last look, one last taste. One drop and he’d be satiated.

He’d wonder if they still said his name instead of Vincent’s, if their cries of ‘no’ still came out as ‘more’, wondered if their blood still tasted like heaven. Oh how he’d relish in the thought.

Adam’s decapitated head still sentient as he hears Bright Eyes and Fred getting attacked by Quinn, Adam hearing Sam turn them, Adam laughing at the irony of it all.

Adam’s decapitated head seeing the light as another vampire hears his laughter. Adam feeling touch as he’s moved from his home on the basement floor.

Adam’s living, seeing, knowing head sitting mounted on a wall as a piece of Quinn’s collection.

Adam wondering, but never asking, why there’s another podium next to him, a named place with no head. Adam reading the name ‘Samuel Collins’ over and over again, wondering who would be placed next to him after all his time alone.

An abandoned amusement park, probably unsafe, I'll do something safer tonight

@professionallyyappinabtangst

"oh what's that? "vampire tends to your injuries"? ehhh maybe not"

Darlin met quinn when their hair was shaggy, like they were planning to cut it but hadn't gotten to it

Then quin scared them mentally physically , their haihad gotten so long, it wasn't their style. But it hides the marks

They didn't cut their hair for a long time. They hated it, but it was any easier than taking the judgmental looks of strangers because of their gruesome neck

Untill sam

He wasn't the only factor, but he helped them change and become more confident and carefree in those scars

So they cut their hair, really short. Or Sam cuts it, the night being one full of emotion, sam took his time, softly kissing darlin before cutting large parts off. Sam may not have much experience with cute hair, but he did a good job, and darlin looks and feels great

Bonus:

they were still getting used to the short hair when quinn was captured. so It was another layer of facing quinn, with the "claiming" bites on display

Things Quinn might have said

" I prefer your hair long. More to hold and yank. I know you were fond of that as well"

" I'm happy to see you showing off my marks. They really are a form of art"

" How does your pack feel about this- fashion statement. Ooo- better yet how does that other vampire your seeing feel about it. I bet he loves you walking around with the bites of another vampire etched in your skin. He mustn't be to offend, seeing as he hasn't biten you"

" He hasn't bitten you. I can tell you why. It those marks. To us vampires - it is like getting a steak with a bite taken out, disgusting, tainted,worthless. I'm sure you understand. No one wants someone else's thrown out leftovers. "

Always the writer, never the reader.

me? cheating? please! my family raised addicts not cheaters!