Kink Meme: Part the First
PROMPT POST #1
Get kinking!
Rules, preferably to be read before prompting/filling.
~*THE OFFICIAL TH KINK MEME DELICIOUS ARCHIVE*~
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Get kinking!
Rules, preferably to be read before prompting/filling.
~*THE OFFICIAL TH KINK MEME DELICIOUS ARCHIVE*~
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but I hope you'll like it anyway...? ;D I never watched True Blood, so this is prob nothing like it, sorry.
Cookie to anyone able to guess which song the title's stolen from! (no cheating!)
Crimson the Ribbon...
The old Victorian house loomed at the end of the street. At night, cast in a yellow glow of dim streetlights, it looked ominous as if a 'DANGER!' sign hung all over it. Georg squared his shoulders and forged on, taking step after slow step up the cobbled street. The excited hooting of his laughing friends served as a pushing hand for him to keep going and don't turn back, running away like some scared little girl. Because he wasn't; he was a seventeen year old boy, almost eighteen. Time to man up, he muttered to himself.
"Keep going, man!" One of his friends hissed behind him. Georg bit at his lip, glad they couldn't see his face. It wasn't that he was a coward, but he wasn't a brave fool, either. Now, he had little choice. Go inside that gloomy house where he knew for a fact, two vampires lived, or, chicken out and be the butt of the joke for months to come. He gritted his teeth in determination. He refused to be laughing stock, even if risking his life for some stupid dare from his tipsy friends was the definition of idiocy.
They'd been out partying, drinking and joking around, the usual. Once again, the conversation strayed to that house. The old, midnight blue Victorian Georg passed everyday on his way to college. During daylight, it didn't look especially foreboding or evil. It was a house, an old one, painted in dark colors, but it didn't scare him. It prickled his curiosity, however, and he cursed himself for it. Curiosity killed the cat, he thought wryly, it just might kill Georg. Great, now I'm thinking in third person. Goodbye, sanity.
Most people in the neighborhood knew that two vampires resided in that house, the house Georg was steadily getting closer to, now. His friends stayed back, watching with glittering eyes as he made his way. Georg heard another little shout of 'encouragement' from Marcus, "Dead man walking!" and the group dissolved into guffaws.
They'd dared him to go into that house and face its inhabitants and now, they watched on, the thrilled spectators. Tonight was a typical Saturday night for their small group of friends, but now, it turned into something out of a horror movie, making it into something enthralling. Georg cursed his stupid mouth for blurting out that he didn't find the house scary, when it came up in the conversation earlier. Of course, his friends couldn't pass that up and dared him to go inside the not-at-all scary house, then.
It was a stupid situation, a stupid dare and Georg thought himself infinitely more stupid for doing it. He might be a shy guy, but he had pride and he wasn't about to back down. Next time though, he would bite his tongue. If he lived long enough for there to be a next time, that is. Because you just didn't joke around with vampires, dare or not. He swallowed hard, the house right in front of him, now. It stood towering, dark and overshadowed the street lights. A blink of an eye, and the lampposts just died. He wanted to turn around and run, run like some scared little girl.
He couldn't. It wasn't even the reckless bravery or foolish pride keeping him there. He could no longer hear his friends' laughter and voices, and he didn't turn around to see if they were still even there. All his attention was on the dark house in front of him. It was as though it called out to him, some sort of a powerful magnetism compelling him to go inside, to face whatever awaited there in the shadows where something enigmatic lurked, something deadly.
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