Costume Challenge: Ronnie Radke; Falling in Reverse “The Drug in Me is You”

Is it bad that I think I look hot in this costume? xD Haha. Maybe if my make-up was well done…  I also could not keep a straight face through this whole thing. Kept losing my belt as well.

I had wanted to do this costume a couple years ago when I had the perfect stripped tank top for it, but it never happened. While I was looking in my closet one day, I saw my stripped t-shirt and got the idea again. Haha. I had fun fucking around in this ~ therefore a lot of bloops…

At the time, I had no layers (a week later, I end up giving myself choppy layers again…) so the hair did not cooperate with me. The make-up was harder than I thought. I didn’t want eyeliner all over my eyelid, so I used pencil, liquid, and eyeshadow to keep it in place. Also, ended up beign a little too generous with the eyebrows… looks like sloppy “instagram girl”, “bitch” eyebrows xD

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Thrift: T-shirt, boots, studded and eyelet belt, chain, vest.

Spencer’s: Ouija belt, handcuffs.

Really fun and easy one. I shall return soon with the other request; feel free to add anymore below or on the official post.  I will try to get a few DIY’s I have done up as well. c: Stay tuned for that! Bye guys!

~Samm Sanity

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Soul Eater; Maka Albarn Costume

“Resonance” -T.M.Revolution

Soul Eater is my favorite anime, and Maka and Soul are my favorite meister/weapon pair. Haha. So this is more of an inspired look than a costume, as I have been wearing this look throughout the year. But make of it what you will.

I have two variations here, one is what I’ve been wearing and the other is a more proper representation. The vest is what I wear usually, and the hoodie is a better fit for the costume. I am wearing suspenders to keep my skirt up, disregard those (although they have skulls for clasps, sooo I mean Death..)

 

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Thrift: Vest, Boots, Skirt

DIY: Soul Eater moon neckalce

 

So that is that costume. Haha. I really love when I wear this and it’s quite fun to play pretend. (Had a lot of fun with this photoshoot, minus almost poking my sister’s eye out with my Soul…) Let me know what you think below. c: I already have the next costume done and ready to go. So hopefully that will be up on time. 

See you guys later!

 

~Samm Sanity

Costume Challenge: The Hellfreaks’ Shakey Sue “Boogie Man” Costume

I did all this the first week of September, was going to post it last week, then I told myself I had to post it this Wednesday, but here we are…. *sigh* Anyway, this will probably be my most successful costume out of the challenge, as I have most of everything. This was suggested by my friend, the same one who suggested Steampunk Harley Quinn last year, after I posted pictures of a recent pair of pants full of Psychobilly and Horrorpop patches I painted onto them.

Contrary to popular opinion, I actually enjoy the rough vocals of this song. The Hellfreaks are a Hungarian band, beginning as a Psychobilly Horrorpop Punk band in 2009. At the end of 2014 they split up. In 2015 they came back, with a new punk rock sound, leaving behind Psychobilly.  (The Hellfreaks official website)
Current members include; Shakey Sue, Vocals; Korben Dallas and Tomi Banhegyi, Guitars; Adam Szumper, Drums. 

I am doing Shakey Sue’s costume from the “Boogie Man” music video. A make-up post will come soon.

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For everyone’s sanity, I put on some boyshorts/hotpants thing underneath the tutu. No one needs to see my bare ass.

Anyway….

Corset and shoes- Thrifted

Thigh-highs- walmart

Tutu- DIY

Gloves- Gift

The only thing I lacked was a fascinator.

I had my bangs pinned and hairsprayed into place, but the damn things aren’t long enough for this fringe style; they kept falling out of place and I had to tuck them back where they belonged. Of course my lovely photographer never stops taking phtots, so I have many pictures of me tucking bangs. But otherwise, this costume came out beautifully! I doubt any others will come out this damn-near perfect.

So that is that costume. I will try my hardest to get these thigs up in a more timely manner. For now, enjoy this! Haha. Let me know how you think I did below. If you have any suggestions for my challenge, feel free to leave them below. Next costume will be one of my own (it’s actually more of an inspired costume than an actual one, I’ve been wearing it through the year xD) Hope your season is off to a great start.

~Samm Sanity

Oh…

So I was just scrolling through Tumblr and I come across a tour dates list post for Blood on the Dance Floor and usually I keep scrolling past these things (becasue I’m generally broke/can’t get to the venue anyway) but something caught my eye. The picture of the tour dates had “final tour” on it. So, I began scrolling through and found many posts about “final tour” and “get the final BOTDF cd”.

So I continue my search through the Blood on the Dance Floor Facebook page to find out my favorite band is no more. I have utterly no clue what has happened as I have been absent from most of social media for the past month or so, all I’ve gathered is that Jayy has left and the band is broken up. This is so sad to find out. Blood on the Dance Floor is my favorite band and I just want to share a little bit.

I found Blood on the Dance Floor when I was around thirteen. I remember the first song I heard was “Ima Monster”. I have no idea what about that song made me want to listen to more, but I enjoyed the sound and wanted more. So I explored more and they slowly became my favorite band.

I remember only listening to their music though headphones because I knew my mom would probably shit bricks to hear the lyrics. It was a long while before I ever freely listened to the band without fear of anyone hearing it. I also remember “illegally downloading” songs from those song dowloading sites and putting them onto my music player. I still have all those songs on that old music player and I still listen to it religiously when I need portable music.

The first cd I ever bought was the Evolution cd. I was sixteen. I had gotten so excited in f.y.e and my mom had no idea what the fuck was going on when I was trying to incoherently explain to her why I was an overly happy mess. Then I was doubly excited when I opened the cd to find a poster inside. My first cd and poster all at once and I still have both. The poster hasn’t moved from my wall since I got it. c: 

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My first online order was from the Blood on the Dance Floor online store. It was for the Epic/All The Rage cd pack. All The Rage is my favorite BOTDF cd and that hasn’t changed. Over the years I have bought more BOTDF cds/merch to help support my favorite band. I recently found a BOTDF band shirt in the thrift store and I was so overjoyed. 

As I have always said, I don’t have a favorite song from the band, I love so many of them. Some of my favorites are Loveotomy, P.L.U.R, Mercy, The Last Dance, Mosh and Roll, Siq With A Q, The whole Bad Blood album…

The band and their music means a lot to me and I’m going to miss them. While I could definitely aford to go to the last show in my state, I do not have the trasnportation ~ which is always my problem, heh. Now is when I wish I could drive, haha. c: 

It’s been a great few years of music from them and I only wish the best for both of them in their endeavors. It’s been a great ride and I wonder what will come now.

This was a hard post to write.I know some of you guys are also fans of Blood on the Dance Floor and I’d love to hear your own stories. What’s your favorite song? Do you remember when you first discovered them? Let me know below. c: 

 

SGTC Forever ~ ❤
Samm Sanity

Little Seasonal Haul

Currently Listening To: “The Devil’s Son” -The Creepshow

 

Guess who’s going to have DIY’s out the wazoo? This bitch! I have way too many things and ideas now, hehe. :3

So, I have a job for the month that is full time. from 8-5 I am picking grapes for a winery. It’s a very easy, but tedious job. But I get fifty dollars a day for it and that’s awesome with so many holidays coming up back-to-back. Sister’s birthday, Halloween, my birthday, Christmas…. Little extra money never hurts. So I used what I had made just before we went to the mall to spoil myself at the mall and elsewhere while we were in this big town.

My main objective was getting lotion, because I am out and I’ve started using it religiously after showers. Since I had a coupon for Bath and Bodyworks, I used it.
img_1895Pumpkin Cupcake is my favorite Halloween scent from there, so I got the body wash and the lotion. I also got a lotion of the just plain pumpkin and my favorite faery scent Moonlight Path <~ it smells like walking through an enchanted forest at night. Mmm.

Aaaand, the rest is basically stuff for projects.

 
I told myself I could get one yard of any Halloween fabric from the fancy fabric store, but the Halloween fabric ended up being on sale, so I got a yard each of three different fabrics. 
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We went to Hobby Lobby and my favorite brand of charms ended up being on sale too. My sister pointed it out as I was lost in my own little world of charms. 
img_1893Heh. ^/////^ I have plans for all the book charms. The other ones I have a few things planned as well. Got my little sister an owl charm and I definitely have a plan for that (and some other charms I keep stock-piling for her)

 

My little sister is the best. She bought me a couple things too and I just love this shit out of her. ❤
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One of my latest project obsessions is floral crowns and fascinators. I’ve been waiting for the dollar store to get their black roses in, and they apparently did in that town. (My sister had walked over to the dollar store while my mom and I went into Hobby Lobby. She then met us inside Hobby Lobby when she was done) She surprised me with so many black roses and purple ones. She even found some black branches! I love her so much.
She also bought us Best Friends necklaces from Claire’s. They are so pretty, and they are mood necklaces! I love it. c:

My mom found me a patterend fabric for an apron (for my usual job), which I will show in a DIY post. It’s so cool, I can’t wait to put it together.

I am going to have so many DIY posts. It’s exciting!

I will try to get posts up as I can around this new job and everything else. It’s only for this month though, so October should be better with posts. Mm, maybe I’ll just post everything in October. I don’t know yet, we shall see. I was meant to get a costume post and video up this week and that didn’t happen, sorry! I will aim for the weekend or next week. So look out for all of that! I hope you guys’ days are awesome. Let me know if you’ve got any projects for the season you’re working on. I’m so ready for Halloween already and all the DIYs! Haha.

I’ll tlak to you guys soon, bye!

 

~Samm Sanity

Short Story

(I have utterly no idea for a name for this. So it shall be unnamed. I will likely be writing more short stories with these characters, they’re interesting and fun)

 

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“Well, if you had woken up properly the first time I kicked you, I wouldn’t have had to do it four more times.” Alexander tells me as I dress with tender ribs and back.

I bind my hands, wrists, and chest in cloth while mumbling obscenities of Alexander. I can feel his gaze as I pull on my tights and tunic. I glance up and sure enough see his mismatched eyes glaring at me from his plush chair. I sneer back.

“What?”

“Language, Charlie,” he says back sternly.

I only roll my eyes at the man; both of us knowing language was rarely the problem. I adjust my belt, gloves, and scarf then look back up to Alexander. He had moved silently from his seat to right in front of me. It no longer startled me; I had grown accustomed to his quiet and sudden movements long ago.

He and I exchange looks before moving forward. We leave the man’s living room, where I reside as his assistant, and trod down into the basement. This is where I spent a majority of my time training and learning.

I am apprentice to Alexander Ipswitch; an ancient man with a vast knowledge, and a vigilante within this world. At first glance he only appears to be an average man with his thick ebony hair and ever youthful appearance. The only thing to note his true age is the silvering of half of his black hair. He is tall and looming with an air of command that just makes you obey him instinctively. Ever clad in black, he appears and moves as a shadow, moving fast and unseen. And his skills. Is he ever skillful. He is a masterful fighter, a tactful strategizer, and a brilliant man in general.

After years in his service, I have grown unenamored by all of this. He is simply a mentor and boss to me. On more than a few occasions he is also a pain in the ass. But I still respect him.

His business is taking out rogue and dangerous Unnaturals in the humans’ world. We protect the defenseless humans. A thankless but important job.

I settle into my routine once in the basement. I begin my daily training with key stretches and mental mantras before I throw any punches. Something I have grown into over the years. The routine maintains a sort of continuity, something familiar.

I have completed my stretches and begun landing blows to the makeshift enemy when Alexander calls my name.

“Charlie, I have just received a lead on those rogue vampires,” he says.

I walk over to where he stood at his desk. I look at the notepad by the telephone. Written on it, in Alexander’s neat scribbles, is an address and other details. I recognize the location.

“Didn’t we already scout out this place? There was no soil or trace of vampire activity,” I remind the man.

He nods, “Yes. But that was months ago. Silas has witnessed shipments of, possible, coffin and soil kind. Possible vampire targets have also been spotted this last fortnight.” Alexander explains.

I nod. Silas would know, being our vampire colleague.

“What’s the next step?” I ask.

“We’re going down there before sunset to look things over again. We will be staying with Silas while carrying this out. We might just close this one soon.”

“I will get our bags.” I say with a nod.

 

Alexander and I set out in his old, hearse-like car. The car is so old and rundown but it miraculously always gets us to our destination. This time is no different.

We arrive at what can loosely be called Silas’ home. Silas lives in one of the abandoned houses on the outskirts of town. It is grayed, the walls are peeling, windows are broken and window panes are falling off. The wooden floors creak and whine as though they cannot hold our weight, which I don’t doubt. The place smells of rot and mildew, and you see the mentioned on the walls and floors. While not ideal for the living, it is perfect for scouting as it is in one of the centers of high rogue activity.

I have been here multitudes of times over the years and I have gradually become more welcoming and less anxiety inducing. The broken walls and rotting floors no longer worry me as the house has proven to continue it’s existence through everything that has gone down here. But that is for another time.

Alexander raps on the door as I bring the bags from the car. We stand on the rickety porch steps for many minutes before Silas finally opens the door and ushers us in. He locks the door behind us.

The tall, thin, brunette, man then turns and grins at us in his goofy fanged way. He is dressed in his usual dapper suit; the one he wore to his faked funeral. It is no longer jet black, but is a faded and dusty grey. His hair is disheveled; he has just now awoken.

I can only nod before I bring Alexander’s bags up the stairs to his room. When I return Silas and Alexander are speaking like the old friends they are.

“Are you getting enough sustenance?” Alexander asks, concern etched in his face.

The vampire laughs, “Do not worry, friend. I have plenty of resources!”

Silas is a joyful man. He is not sullen for being a vampire, he fully enjoys the eternal life he is given. He is also an invaluable ally to have on our side as he is just as brilliant as Alexander.

I descend the staircase, joining the two. Both turn in my direction at the sound of the stairs crying under my weight. Silas grins once again.

“Hey, Kid.” Silas greets me, while ruffling my dark curls.

Hello, SIlas. Good to see you,” I say politely.

“About what you have found out,” Alexander begins.

Silas scratches his pointed chin while nodding, “Yes. I know exactly what a coffin shaped box looks like, and that is precisely what has been arriving at that old house.”

Alexander hums in thought, looking out a window in the room.

“We will begin tomorrow. Let us rest for tonight,” Alexander decides.

Silas and I nod.

With that, Silas and Alexander retire upstairs to update each other on whatever things centuries-old friends do. I lay out my makeshift bed on the floor and retire to bed myself.

 

This time I wake with the first kick. As I re-wrap my wrists and such in bandages, Alexander and Silas make plans. Occasionally one of them will call my way to assure I have heard an important piece of information. I confirm and continue with my wrapping. When they had finished, Silas wishes us well and goes to bed himself before the sun can rise fully.

“Charlie, we will set up our gear before noon and watch until sunset. We must make sure they leave before we enter the house.” Alexander tells me. I nod.

I make my way up to Alexander’s room and begin unpacking and setting up the equipment.

Later, Alexander’s light footfalls alert me to his presence. I glance behind me, and there he stands. We both acknowledge one another then I return to work. He is hovering behind, studying my work and making sounds of approval. I grin to myself as I finish the last few things.

Alexander places a hand atop my head from behind. I turn on my haunches to look up at him. He nods approvingly. I give a nod back while rising to my feet.

“You’ve done great work. Now comes the waiting,” Alexander states.

We settle into our places and wait for sunset.

The house the rogue vampires are residing in is not that far from Silas; we can watch it from Alexander’s room. While we can see it with our naked eyes, we still need the assistance of looking glasses and the such to see any detail. The house we watch is just as dilapidated as Silas’. I know this means little to Unnaturals; most of them  live for centuries. Vampires in particular prefer their solitude, which works well for us. This means we have no distractions or humans to fret about; we can freely do our job.

 

Hours later, the sun sets. I keep sharp eyes on the rogues’ house, hoping they would go out. Soon I spot movement within the house. It is hard to tell how many figures there are until they file out the front, laughing and howling all the way.

“There are seven of them, Sir.” I say with my eye still watching through the looking glass.

Alexander hums.

“They’ve grown. That is four more than before,” he states thoughtfully.

“Two are still young,” I note.

Alexander rises from his seat, “Let’s go.”

I rise following his lead. We descend the stairs to find Silas seated in his recliner reading. Alexander and Silas exchange words while I prepare mine and Alexander’s belts. I pull my scarf up my neck and taut, and put gloves over my wrapped wrists. When Alexander has finished and walks my way, I hand him the prepared weaponry belt, and we set off.

Once outside, Alexander stops me.

“Charlie, take this,” Alexander tells me.

He is holding out a small handgun to me. I look at it and then him apprehensively, but take it.

“Sir-”

“Just in case. We may need to act sooner now that they’re growing. Only use it as a last resort.” Alexander explains.

I nod while slipping the gun into my belt. We continue towards the rogues’ dwelling.

We arrive quickly. Alexander instructs me to scope out the property for any strays or surprises. When I find none, I lead us cautiously inside, checking every crevice and dark place. I am on high alert; my senses heightened. The only sound I hear in the silence are our soft footfalls avoiding squeaking boards.

I am hit with a blast of musty and sour air upon entering the main room, then the scent of wood and soil. I know, even before Alexander pulls back the window curtain, that the coffins are here. Moonlight floods the room andsurely there they are; three coffins set on the floor, there is soil sprinkled around them and soiled footprints leading away from them.

Alexander passes me, moving to one of the coffins. He inspects it and the soil, running fingers through the soil. He brings the soil to his face, sniffing it and looking at it closely.

“These are three of the recruits; the soil is not Romanian.”

“The original three are upstairs then. But what of the fourth new recruit?” I ponder aloud.

Alexander looks over the room, “These are the first defense. They are down here so that those upstairs can escape if found. The fourth must be too important to sacrifice.”

He pauses.

“Did you happen to see any females leave?” he queries.

I shake my head no.

He hums, “This is curious.”

While Alexander continues his thoughts, I study the room further looking for nothing in particular. The room is undisturbed aside from the soil and coffins. I move to the kitchen. There are empty jars with congealed blood splatters. I nudge one with my boot. I continue to the refrigerator, opening it. The sour smell of mildew and old blood assaults my senses. There are empty jars here as well.

“Alexander,” I call.

He appears swiftly and silently beside me. I show him the rogues’ lack of food. His brows furrow.

“With seven now, I assume there isn’t enough to go around. This is a hunting night, they need to find resources. Meaning, we will have the time we need to thoroughly search this place.”

I close the rotting fridge, sick of the smell.

“Let’s finish our exploration quickly nonetheless. Then we shall retire for the night,” Alexander says.

We trek upstairs as slow and quiet as we can on the broken boards, wary of the possibility of a left behind vampire. I then take one end of the hallway, and Alexander the other. I check every room and corner thoroughly, but finding no sign of life or coffins. I turn and walk back towards Alexander, then I hear him call. I speed my pace until I reach the end of the hall. Alexander is inside looking at two more coffins.

“The other two are in there,” he says with a glance across the hall.

I only give a fleeting glance across the hall, as i do not feel the need to look further into these knowing they are the Alphas’.

“This one is the new recruit and the other is Dominick.”

Dominick is the leader of this gang of rogues. He is frivolous and ruthless and has no respect for human lives, they are only his play things. If he does not kill you he will turn you for his entertainment. While most of the humans he turns do not survive, the ones that do wreak havoc that we must stop and clean up. He is one of the worst rogue Unnaturals we have dealt with.

“What now?” I ask.

“Ideally I would like to set the entire place aflame to destroy their coffins and soil indefinitely. But that is frowned upon in human society,” Alexander says aloud.

I smirk. The old man still had spunk.

A change in atmosphere and the slight sound of something makes my smirk disappear.

“What is that sound?” I ask to no one.

Alexander looks at me. We both stop and listen to the night. There is indeed the sound of soft footsteps crunching gravel. Then we hear the voices. Alexander and I exchange an entire conversation in one look.

Shit.

We were not expecting them back so early, but now that they’re here, we need to get out before we are trapped inside their den with them. Alexander glides to the window without a sound and peers outside, confirming our suspicions.

“It’s Dominick and gang. They’ve fed,” he whispers.

He and I are of the same mind when we both swiftly and silently begin our escape down the stairs; Alexander jumping over the rail part way down and I racing the rest of the way down the stiars. I trip over coffins but do not fall. Alexander is ahead but stops, stopping me as well.

“Ready for a fight?” he asks without removing his gaze from the door.

“Always, Sir.”

“Excellent.”

Alexander then throws the door open. The approaching vampires hault. We all exchange glances. The young ones make threatening advances, but Dominick juts out a hand to stop them. Alexander and I step out the door into the night. All is still and quiet.

Dominick takes an imposing step forward. The light of the moon falls on his face, illuminating his frightening features. There is still fresh blood running down his chin, which he promptly wipes away with his sleeve.

“Visitors! I must apologize for going out, but as you can see I have many children to feed!” Dominick breaks the silence with his thick accented voice.

I just want to punch his utterly mad and stupid face.

His yellow eyes glow, “and they are still famished!”

At this, Dominick raises his hands to the air, releasing his gang. Alexander and I are ready for this moment. We move forward ourselves into this fight. He and I stay within a relative distance of one another, protecting each other’s backside.

A young one and an elder are coming at me. I unsheath my dagger from my belt and take stance. They descend upon me fast. The young one makes a grab for my arm, but I dodge and and knock his hand away. The elder takes this opening to swing at me. I sidestep and bring my dagger down hard into his shoulder. I pull the dagger back as he staggers backward. I immediately swing the dagger across the young one’s face; he had gotten too close. He howls in pain gripping his face.

Of course both of these injuries only slow them down, they are back on top of me in no time. I land blows on them wherever I can; always aiming for the elder’s deep shoulder wound. They land their own blows; but these are nothing compared to if they manage to get their fangs in me. One throws a punch that I duck away from and kick his feet out from under him. I jump back up and land a hard blow to the elder’s wound, he falls back.

I leap upon the young one and plunge my dagger deep into his chest, not letting up until his spasmodic movements and screams cease.

A large weight grabs me from behind. I feel the brush of fangs across my neck. I yelp and shove my elbow backwards into his ribs. The vampire grunts and falls back long enough for me to jump up, pulling my scarf back up. He comes at me again. I swing my fist hard into his throat, making him groan and stagger backwards. I move toward him and continue to throw punches, not giving him time to recover. I have nearly got him when a fist collides hard with my back, between my shoulder blades, incapacitating me. The ground rises up quickly; I crash to the ground hard and unable to move. Feet advance on me. My dagger has been thrown far from me, so that I cannot defend myself.

“Get away!” Alexander’s booming voice commands.

A weight drops from above, feathers surrounding me. I know it is Alexander. I grunt and utter an apology for my poor fighting.

“Do not move.” he instructs.

His face is close to mine, his feather earrings brush my cheek as he speaks. He presses his palm between my shoulder blades creating a cool and calm sensation. He is healing my injury. It is not long before he removes his hand and I can feel movement returning. He pulls me up, still shielding us with his ashen wings.

“Can you move?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He and I turn our backs to each other, pressing against each other hard. We are now surrounded by four hungry vampires; Dominick is staying back and watching.

“Sir, we’re surrounded,” I mutter.

He chuckles, “excellent! We can attack in any direction!”

Alexander’s utterly mad confidence is contagious. I laugh with renewed strength and charge the vampires in front of me.

My fist smashes on of their faces, sending him back. I do the same to the other. I land a powerful kick to the first one’s chest that knocks him to the ground with my weight following after. I take the vampire’s head in my arms and twist until an audible snap is heard. His limp head rolls on the ground.

Again, someone tries to take me from behind, but I spin around and bust his jaw. I jump up from the limp vampire to meet the yellow gaze of Dominick. He is rubbing his jaw with a pained chuckle, “You have quite the fist, my dear,” he notes with his now slurred accent.

I furrow my brow and throw another punch at him. He catches my fist and throws me effortlessly to the side. I land few feet away, only minorly injured, I rise and attack him once more. He deflects every one of my assaults; I can only play defense.

“Mm, appears I was wrong about that fist of yours,” Dominick says from behind.

I turn swiftly, raising my fist, but it all happens too fast. He roughly grabs my wrist, then my torso. He pulls me hard against him. I struggle, ramming my elbow into him repeatedly, but he does nothing more than flinch. Soon I find my arms pinned to my side; he is holding me with only one thin arm. His grip is iron.

Cold night air kisses my neck as my scarf is pulled away. The feeling of hot breath replaces the cold air. Dominick’s face is too close to me, he takes a long drag of my scent.

Well aren’t you quite the intoxicating mix, Nephilim,” He sneers while pressing his fang against the back of my neck.

“Why not add a little vampire to that mix? I bet you taste sweet,” he whispers.

“Dominick! Get your filthy fangs away from my assistant!” Alexander demands.

“Make me,” he grins into my skin.

Alexander’s eyes narrow, “now, we are both far too old for this game.”

My eyes meet Alexander’s. A silent conversation is had as we exchange looks. We have a partial plan, but I need to wait for the vampire to let down his guard.

Alexander withdraws the gun from his belt and aims it at Dominick. The vampire only roars with laughter at this.

“Yes, please point your gun at me if it helps you relax! But do remember who is between that bullet and myself!”

Dominick roughly uses me as a show of his safety, just as Alexander and I expect he will.

“He can be replaced,” Alexander says, finger grazing the trigger.

Dominick is mildly caught off guard on more than one thing, but still tries to call our bluff.

“You’re lying, you wouldn’t harm an innocent life. Isn’t that why you’ve killed my men? Because we have no care for your precious humans’ lives. Well, we certainly don’t, including half-breeds,” Dominick announces.

Dominick swiftly brings his fangs to my neck. Just as swift, I duck and Alexander pulls the trigger. The bullet whizzes so very close to my face, but passes without much more than a graze. Dominick staggers back, lessening his grip on me. I turn in his arms and push him to the ground, then escape to safety just feet away. I withdraw my own gun, only for protection if he rises back up.

Alexander and I keep our weapons pointed at the vampire as he clutches his shoulder. We will not fire unless needed. The vampire staggers back into an upright position, groaning all the way. I keep my hand steady and calm. He rises his head to see me with my own weapon and he laughs again, this one is pained.

“Children shouldn’t play with guns,” he jeers, mildly amused.

“Who said I was playing?” I deadpan.

The vampire roars and stumbles forward. I wait until the last moment then pull the trigger. The bullet strikes him through the chest. He grunts falling forward, but still advancing.

“You little, bit-”

I back away as another gunshot rings out. The vampire falls immediately.

Alexander had shot him in the thigh, throwing him off balance completely. I back up more until I am by Alexander’s side. The sun is beginning to rise and it won’t be long until the vampire is dust.

Alexander firmly grabs my arm, pulling me close to examine my neck. I shake my head. This releases a relieved sigh from him. We both watch the fallen Dominick, but he does not move.

“Let’s go.” Alexander instructs.

He began walking back to Silas’. I follow suit, tugging my scarf up and tighter around my neck. I stumble over a vampire’s body in my thoughtless path. Looking down, I notice something familiar about the body. His facial features. He is damn-near picture of Dominick. I kneel down to examine further, but the sun has risen and the bodies turn to dust.

I stay knelt on the ground for a moment until Alexander calls. I rise and catch up to him, keeping this newfound information to myself as it no longer matters.

“You have saved him from a miserable existence.” Alexander says, knowingly.

I can only smirk at the old man.

 

~Samm Sanity

Annual Costume Challenge Announcement

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Offically announcing the beginning of my (3rd?) annual costume challenge! 😀

This where you suggest costumes for me to create using only the items I already own. Whether I get many suggestions or not, I have some costumes already in mind to try to recreate (most being inspired by some random item that happens to remind me of something or someone.)

  • This will not include my own personal costume for the year; that costume will be posted separtely nearer Halloween/on Halloween.
  • This will not include items/clothing I happen to pick up/purchase during the months of September-October.
  • I will begin recreating costumes anytime in September and go through October or until I am out of requests/my own inspirations.
  • I will accept requests throughout the entirety of September-October.
  • Costume includes; clothes, make-up, and props if there is any needed/I have.

Costume requests so far (will update as requests are made):

 

Leave any and all costume requests down below on this post and I will recreate them! Also leave any questions below!

 

(Look at me being all professional and organized this year! ;))
~Samm Sanity