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Daemon hadn't given a thought as to how he would die. He knew you were born, you lived, then sometime, the lord gives you a place to die. It's an endless cycle that nobody could've possibly gotten off. It was impossible. Or atlast that's what everyone thinks. He used to think like that too. Programmed to believe things everyone else thinks is true. To fit in. But then came WW III, and the beloved home of the brave split. It was the civil war all over again.

Killing their same kind.their families ripped apart like that. Like Indias caste system. Everything was divided. Every man for himself, they told him. The bombing was less than a year ago. He had been left there. They thought he had died in the flying metal sheets. But no, no, no. He was alive. He was fighting. And he fought with as much fight as he had. Huge thought of giving up didn't even have a trace in his mind. He wanted to be the one to tell his grandchildren his story.

And he fought the odds. He survived. Turns out, the bomb had been a nuclear mix. And one after the other, the survivors began to shift. They turned pale, and black rings grew under their bloodshot eyes. Their eye sockets craved in, and their features grew to become gaunt. Nobody knew that was happening. Then, then something happened. It was Day 347. Nobody knew the real date anymore, so they just counted the days one by one. Starting with pebbles I an empty soup can, and them on walls with rocks. Soon enough, it became a global thing.

That morning, one of the nurses found General Gill dead. An animal bite, severe. It embedded it's canines into his throat. So deep it reached his jugular. No animal could've done that. Then there was more. one by one, there were killings exactly like that. Dominos. That's what they referred the pattern too. Then they found out what was really going on. Vampires. They panicked. They tried killing som of them, but it didn't work. They were, well, immortal. Then they had an idea. They used them as weapons. Weapons nobody could stand a chance without.

So that's why Daemon was out here. He was a vampire. He preferred to be called an X. They only sent him out for patrol because he was the strongest of them all, and he could kill 35 men twice his size in 20 minutes. Walking throughout the dibble and glass, now shattered among the terrain, his masculine outline in the growing darkness trudged throughout the territory. Everything looked perfectly fine, perfectly normal within the new world they lived in.

Well, until he saw her. A female physique. She was leaned against the weaponry(?) and supply building. Immediately his eyes twisted hue to an amber or gold some would say, and he took off running. In what seemed like a millisecond, Daemon was by her side. Taking a firm grasp aroun her, his fangs emerged from his gums and he cocked her head, the gleaming white daggers caressing her skin, threatening to inject his venom into her bloodstream.

"Who are you, and why are you here?" He asked in a low tone. He had to admit, she was beautiful, and holding her in his arms made him feel emotions that he hadn't felt ever since the bomb. Shaking it off, the masculine dismissed the thought and returned to his aggressive tone.

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Daemon hadn't given a thought as to how he would die. He knew you were born, you lived, then sometime, the lord gives you a place to die. It's an endless cycle that nobody could've possibly gotten off. It was impossible. Or atlast that's what everyone thinks. He used to think like that too. Programmed to believe things everyone else thinks is true. To fit in. But then came WW III, and the beloved home of the brave split. It was the civil war all over again.

Killing their same kind.their families ripped apart like that. Like Indias caste system. Everything was divided. Every man for himself, they told him. The bombing was less than a year ago. He had been left there. They thought he had died in the flying metal sheets. But no, no, no. He was alive. He was fighting. And he fought with as much fight as he had. Huge thought of giving up didn't even have a trace in his mind. He wanted to be the one to tell his grandchildren his story.

And he fought the odds. He survived. Turns out, the bomb had been a nuclear mix. And one after the other, the survivors began to shift. They turned pale, and black rings grew under their bloodshot eyes. Their eye sockets craved in, and their features grew to become gaunt. Nobody knew that was happening. Then, then something happened. It was Day 347. Nobody knew the real date anymore, so they just counted the days one by one. Starting with pebbles I an empty soup can, and them on walls with rocks. Soon enough, it became a global thing.

That morning, one of the nurses found General Gill dead. An animal bite, severe. It embedded it's canines into his throat. So deep it reached his jugular. No animal could've done that. Then there was more. one by one, there were killings exactly like that. Dominos. That's what they referred the pattern too. Then they found out what was really going on. Vampires. They panicked. They tried killing som of them, but it didn't work. They were, well, immortal. Then they had an idea. They used them as weapons. Weapons nobody could stand a chance without.

So that's why Daemon was out here. He was a vampire. He preferred to be called an X. They only sent him out for patrol because he was the strongest of them all, and he could kill 35 men twice his size in 20 minutes. Walking throughout the dibble and glass, now shattered among the terrain, his masculine outline in the growing darkness trudged throughout the territory. Everything looked perfectly fine, perfectly normal within the new world they lived in.

Well, until he saw her. A female physique. She was leaned against the weaponry(?) and supply building. Immediately his eyes twisted hue to an amber or gold some would say, and he took off running. In what seemed like a millisecond, Daemon was by her side. Taking a firm grasp aroun her, his fangs emerged from his gums and he cocked her head, the gleaming white daggers caressing her skin, threatening to inject his venom into her bloodstream.

"Who are you, and why are you here?" He asked in a low tone. He had to admit, she was beautiful, and holding her in his arms made him feel emotions that he hadn't felt ever since the bomb. Shaking it off, the masculine dismissed the thought and returned to his aggressive tone.

you make me look like a loser cries

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Daemon was lost in his thoughts and hadn't realised his grip of the fae loosened around her lithe body. Her neck was now straight, about he tightened his grasp on her wrists, even though it fueled the burning desire to feed on her fresh, warm metallic fondue that coarser through her veins like a river. Her pulse was stinging his hand, and with her tone, he felt the need to let her go. She seemed headstrong. Defiant. And killing a dame like that would be an astonishing waste.

The masculine grunted in a reply, before shaking his head daintily. "You're defiant. I like that." His lips were pressed against her ear, for the guards would hear him if he said it aloud. Raising a once narrowed brow at her offer he hesitated. He hadn't had human blood in three months. And he hadn't wanted human blood as strong as hers before. Ever. In a millisecond, he was on an abandoned rooftop, and hosting go of her physique he huffed. Controlling the glitching Amber optics and growing veins under his eyes, Daemon steadied his breaths one by one.

"I'm a monster." He said, slowly pacng around. "I've killed so many people. And I could kill you." In a threatening tone he spat out his words. Stopping, he examined her body on the stones of the roof. "But I can't kill you." With that, he flashed over and kneeled down, sinking his fangs into her bloodstream. Closing his orbs, the blood stained the creases of his mouth. It felt soooo good. He couldn't cotrol himself. The monster inside of him was pushing himself harder than ever.

Letting go of his lock on her wrist, he fell back and onto his elbows and knees. "Thankyou." He managed, the pain inside of his head killing him. It always happened. Just to him. Right after he drank human blood, something washes over him, and his temples are pinched and squeezed. Letting out a grunt of pain, he shut his eyes and tried to think about nothing. but it was impossible, for everything he has ever known was inside of his mind right now, fighting each other like angry soldiers.

He remembered when he had first tasted an ounce of human blood. It was Day 290, and he was out patrolling. He had come up to an offer like this. A secret exchanged for blood. He accepted the deal, only to be disappointed. It quenched his thirst and unbearable hunger rumblng in the pit of his abdomen, though it left him on the ground teething in pain. It hurt like a bįtch when she ran back, also.

Returning to the crime scene, he blinked and managed to sit up. "Lucia. Your name.. It's Lucia.." He guessed, and raised a brow as the pain subsided. "Daemon Salvatore."

lol ew my muse come back to me
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The masculine recovered from the traumatizing pain, and stood to him full height, towering over the babe. His eyes flickered back to blue, and the veins slowly faded back into his undereye and cheeks. His transformation was peculiar, or atleast for his species. Many others would have bright scarlet orbs, and not necessarily bigger, but longer fangs. Daemon had always grown a new pair of venomous dagger out of his gums and his pools twitched back and forth from gold to blue, unless angered, then it would become a vivid orange peak. He also grew darker veins under his eyes unlike the others,where their veins were barely visible to human eyes far away.

Dimissing his thoughts, he managed a small chuckle. "What, you didn't want me to stop?" He ran his digits throughout his brunette tresses and sighed. "I get your bloodtype when I feed. My brain immediately picks out your exact blood type, and well, that's how I know your name." He answered her question, and stepped forward, as in nonchalantly advancing on her. "You liked it?" He asked, and his entire mindset felt like it was on a two hour delay schedule. Stopping, he zoned out, before snapping back to reality when her voice spoke again.

"Listen, your should come back. Meet me tomorrow, right here on this roof. I like you." His eyes locked with her, and for a moment he felt his hunger subside, and his heart radiating with heat. He wanted to kiss her. He hadn't realised he was leaning in while all of this was going on, and he had reached the point where his lips were brushing against hers. Not knowing what to do, Daemon played it off. "See you tomorrow, A positive.." He spoke softly as his plush pink lips caressed her own, and in a flash he had disappeared.

It was the next day. With the sun now setting, he sat on the edge of the roof and sighed. Looking across the ruins and forestry, Daemon felt as if not a day had passed since before the war had begun. You couldn't see the dead corpses and couldn't smell the burning of flesh. Couldn't hear the sound of merciless laughs and pleading women as they were brutally abused, physically or sexually. It seemed peaceful. He had waited for Lucia, knowing that she would've come again, no matter what her head told her. She would follow her heart and he knew that she would.

Sighing, the masculine heard the crunching of stones behind him, and steady breaths. She was trying to be as quiet as possible. "You won't push me off the edge. I know you won't." He said without blinking. As she filled the emptiness with her aura and presence, his heartbeat and breathing faltered. Hopefully it wasn't noticable, though he knew it was. Shrugging it off, he rolled his eyes towards her direction. "Why'd you decide to come back?"

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"I wanted to kiss you yesterday." He blurted out calmly, not caring if she minded or not. It was the truth. He wanted her that moment. Everything. The disadvantages to being a vampire is you can't control your sexual desires, and your aura attracts people. So, he honestly didn't know what to do whenever that happened. U faltered, Daemon swung his legs and saw a small creature, perhaps a mutated squirrel, run across the ruins and disappear into the forest line surrounding the buildings.

Huffing, he smirked, and turned to Lucia. Looking into her own growing pools, he bit his lip and hesitated. Soon enough he just leaned in and kissed her. It was like his insides were ignited and lit on fire. He didn't know what he was doing yet. He felt fabric rub again his fingertips and Palm, and he drew back to look at everything. His hand was quickly running up her legs. Not showing confusion, he pushing her back into the col stone lining o the roofs edge, he kissed her roughly again, and trailed them down to her neck where he planted just a few pecks onto s collarbone. Soon enough he was sitting up and looking back it into the sunset.

"That didn't mean anything." He lied. "Vampires can't satisfy their sexual desires all the time, so I jumped on the chance. That made my hunger subside." He looked over at her to see her confused features. "What? You act like I just got you pregnant." He lip his bottom lip fiercely and twiddled his thumbs awkwardly before shaking it off his shoulders and straightening his back.

Daemon ran his digits through his milky tresses and ignored her presence for a moment, before flickering his bright blue orbs towards thenow deserted and empty building around him. Looking over at Lucia, he raised a brow at her. "What would you do if I were to push you off?" His vocals, nonchalant and calm, smoothly caressed the air in which soaked into it, shifting into his melodic notes. Returning the solid stare back to the ground, the masculine stood up and turned his back to the edge. "Let's see how brave you are ,A positive."

With that, Daemon let himself slowly fall back. Unwavering, he fell through the air, the cold air and pressure cutting his skin and burning his face. Taking control of his directions in the unfaltering air, Daemon grew closer to the ground and finally, he closed his eyes and held his breath. Opening his eyes, he saw noting, complete black for a spot second, before everything blurred back to place. He landed on feet. Brushing himself off, e shouted up to Lucia, who was nervously still on the edge. "Jump if you can trust me." He shouted, his voice echoing into the atmosphere.

sorry doll for not replying. funeral problems am I right
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Daemon watched her fall and for a moment he felt worried. But then that feeling had subsided and he instantly caught her as her physique was close to crashing into the ground. He kept a tight grasp on her bodice and kept up her weight in his forearms, before letting her stand on her own.

"I'm impressed." He added, before Blinknig and looking down. His breathing was unfaltering, and his heartbeat raced as he admired her. Shaking his head, he ran his fingers through his tresses and awkwardly rolled on his heels.

"So." He said quietl, watching her body awkwardly shuffle In place. "I didn t know you would be so nonchalant about falling of the building. Willingly." His eyes canvases hEr curved bodice and returned to her goddess like features before looking around and biting his lip, the veins in his forearms being traced by his index finger now.

haha yeah. So SORY for crappy post have a 109 fever also.
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