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malumxsubest · 1 year

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FEW THINGS ARE AS 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝙰𝚂 𝙰 𝙼𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙸𝙽 ᴹᴼᵁᴿᴺᴵᴺᴳ

➤ soft, delicate hands grazed the ornate pillars of a neo-gothic mausoleum within the grounds of her private estate where it was surrounded with gorgeous jacaranda trees. it provided shade to the memorial as well as some privacy. Amelia greeted her sons as if they still living as she entered inside with great sorrow. her heart felt as though it were filled with lead considering how heavy it felt within her chest. the woman sat down on the stone bench facing the engravings on the walls which held her sons' names --- Elijah & Ruvik Hart.

it appeared to be well taken care of; hardly any dust and debris within the mausoleum saved for a bouquet of flowers: red anemone, lily, dandelion, & iris. despite their deaths had happened centuries ago, it was still fresh in the forefront of her mind. she had never thought in her long, eternal life she would be grieving; mourning for lives that are not her own. and yet, here she was weeping for the lives of her beloved children that were stolen from them.

they were murdered by the very humans they hunted...

her hands shook as she wailed at the sight before her: her children dead at the center of town as nothing but as cinders of their former selves. with one, tentative graze to their cheeks, they crumbled into a pile of ash. her vision blurred with more tears were wrought from her eyes by the sheer agony she felt. " my babies... my children... " the townspeople were cheering, thrilled that the spawn of the devil woman perished by their hand. they thought it was a triumphant defeat as if they can easly do the same to her. but with her gut-wrenching cries and whimpers, they were at a loss. faint murmurs arose among them; confused at the scene. could devil spawn mourn or can they merely mimic it perfectly? their question would not be answered that fateful night. a shimmer formed around their town, sealing their consequence of their actions as the void creature took it upon herself to steal their lives. none were able to escape. her barrier kept them still. it akin to what a predator would do if it was unleashed into a room full of its prey without an exit. none lived that night. and the town was leveled completely to the ground.

like what i had posted eariler, Amelia loathes mother's day. it makes her feel the emotions she kept at bay for so long bubble and boil within her. she is envious that the other mothers are surrounded with their loved ones whereas she was alone. her sons want for nothing and they perished in the end regardless. she is hurting because she knows she's never going to experience motherhood again. she doesn't want to because it brings out an unbearable emotion she once thought she was above from.

#and ι'll ғear no evιl вecaυѕe ι'м вlιnd тo ιт all [headcanon]#мy rooтѕ мy rooтѕ rυn deep ιnтo тнe нollow [drabble]#death cw #child death cw

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malumxsubest · 6 years

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мeмory ѕnιppeт [Part 1]

“ Look momma! ”

It has been a year or so since Amelia adopted the twin boys, lovingly named as Elijah & Ruvik, from that tragic yet blessed day. They absolutely refused to leave her side, even clutching both of her legs, one on each, which made her chuckle and quirk her lips upward as her eyes gleamed with mirth. She believed they are roughly four or five years of age by the way they speak such as asking why or what are you doing? The tiny woman hummed faintly as she recalled that day only for her to open her eyes to see the present.

Amelia and her sons were in a clearing of the luscious and dense forest where the woman sat at the base of the tree, under the shade and observe her sons from afar who are running around playing and squealing with joy. Such contentment... She sighed once more and leaned further back until her shoulders bumped against the tree trunk. It was a beautiful day. It was sunny yet cooling, perfect for the boys so they won’t sweat immediately. The wind gust through the trees, rustling the branches and leaves -- several leaves cascading slowly -- then the flowers that littered the clearing.

Speaking of flowers, the vampire grinned as she observed the boys gathering flowers, a little bundle in each tiny hand. So adorable. She mused to herself, her shoulders shaking from her giggle. Not a scent of humans or creatures near by... It should be alright for a little while. The vampire decided to close her eyes for a moment and relaxed, keeping her ears on high alert as she bask beneath the shade.

“ LOOK! Look what we made! “

A small ‘oof’ escaped her when Elijah & Ruvik decided to pounce on her lap, excitedly shoving their craft in front of her face. Her eyes snapped open, pupil constricted for a split second before resuming to their regular size. On her lap, her sons broadly smiled up at her showing their flower crowns with such pride. “ Look momma! We made dis! “ Elijah exclaimed, waving his around while Ruvik placed his on top of his head. Amelia giggle wholeheartedly before her breath hitched within her throat, eyes widening when she realized what the little one had said. Momma. M o m m a. It echoed within her mind, seeping in with a startlingly realization.

A few tears welled up to her waterline threatening to spill over before finally it did. Small streams of tears carved its way down her cheek. Her sons, not expecting and knowing what was happening, began to panic as if they were at fault only for Lia to lean forward and engulf them in such a loving & motherly embrace. Realizing everything was fine, they immediately embraced her back, extremely thrilled about their gifts and her hug.

I like the sound of that... Momma.

To those who liked the post:

@daevour @maalab @forsaken--lullaby @j-virusqueen

@damntragedy , I know you didn’t like it, but i thought hey why not have Jay see this cute shit and have Richard know that they weren’t always asshats.

#мy rooтѕ мy rooтѕ rυn deep ιnтo тнe нollow [drabble]#maalab #forsaken--lullaby #j-virusqueen #damntragedy #daevour #sorry for taking forever

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malumxsubest · 6 years

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ᵉᵛᵉᶰ ᵐᵒᶰˢᵗᵉʳˢ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᶜʰᶤˡᵈʳᵉᶰ ᵗᵒ ᵖʳᵒᵗᵉᶜᵗ [part 1]

—[ preѕenт ]—

Amelia steadily knelt down on one knee, propping her right arm on it while the other hung loosely at her side, a bouquet of white carnations within her grip. Remembrance… The usual stoic mask she always placed over her face cracked until her vision was blurred as she read the names on the well-kept tombstone before her.

{ Elijah and Ruvik. }

Forever Loved And Never Forgotten.

The tears accumulated on her waterline before flowing down her cheeks like a river as she wiped away any dirt from the grave and tombstone before placing the bouquet upright against the curved stone block. There was a tree a foot or so away from the hidden grave and it created a shadow over it with its massive leaves and branches… as if it was notifying her it would protect it from any hail or rain… Standing upright, she sauntered over towards the trunk of the tree, sat on the base with her back against the trunk and stared at the grave silently. Soon, she closed her eyes and she immediately was met with memories of them…

—[ ғlaѕнвacĸ ]—

Amelia was hunting on one particular afternoon, she walked through the foliage of a forest near some village. Soon she grinned maliciously, crouching low like the predator she was, and narrowed her now demonic-like orbs at a lonesome human female bathing near a river bank. ‘Hm, perfect. What a perfect insolent morsel…’ She hissed mentally to herself and quickly made her way towards her until she heard shouts from a distance, which caused her to stumble a bit in her footing.

“Burn them! They’re evil incarnate! B U R N them alive! They’re not human!”

The vampire heard, causing her to cock her head in interest. “Burn them? What savages they truly are. Hn, they’ll burn whatever their little brains cannot comprehend. Let us see what you all are doing…” The red-haired female hummed, flinting towards where the ruckus was happening only to stop and hide behind a couple of trees away from the center of town. Her wild emerald orbs scanned the scene before her, only for them to widen in shock when she saw albino twin boys huddled close to one another at a stake, crying harshly as they gazed around in a panic. They had surprisingly striking powder blue eyes. ‘So different, yet so unique…’ Something or somewhere deep within her heart snapped; Amelia immediately burst through the clearing, shoving a harlot out of her way as she walked over towards the twin boys and knelt before them. Everyone around her seized their shouting and watched the strange woman near the m o n s t e r s. Their puny minds desperately grasping anything that would make the scene before them any sense.

”Hello, little ones. You two are the most beautiful creatures in this entire world…” She cooed, an odd mixture of accents seeping through her voice, so very thick and exotic. The boys stopped their sniffling and peered up at the kind woman with watery eyes. ”They’re going to kill us… Mum and Da won’ save us… We-we’re monsters, the’ say.” One of the twins whimpered out while the other continued to sniffle, trying to get rid of his tears and snot.

Amelia was torn… Normally she would not give a damn about what humans do with one another as long as she could feed off of them, but these two children tugged some unknown string within her heart. She fell in love with them as a mother would when witnessing the birth of her children… ‘A mother…’ Her breath hitched, in awe of this sort of revelation. She reached forward and wiped their tears with a motherly touch, ignoring the shouts as they started up once more. “I’ll protect you, forever and always. Now, close your eyes, cover your ears and bow your heads. Children should not see or hear what I’m going to do…”

The twins nodded and quickly heeded the kind woman’s words. The vampire slowly stood up and swiveled around on her heels and stared down at the pathetic humans in her line of vision. So much raw anger and thirst to shed some blood coursed through her veins, and all she could do was let herself go and slaughter every single human there was within the village. With the exception of children, whom she knocked out before wiping their memories. Their screams and feeble attempts of staking her fueled her to her core until she finished her bloodied task.

She sighed aloud, cleansing her bloodied hands in some random bucket near a woman’s dead body before making her way towards the children, once more only to stop in her tracks as she realized they were standing and staring up at her in awe. Not even an ounce of fear shown on their tiny faces. “You saved us… You really saved us… We-we’re so than-thankful, miss.” Amelia shook her head and placed both of her slender hands on top of their white-haired heads, caressing them in a motherly way. Silently, she gestured for each of them to take her hands. When they did, they walked away from the village... Never once looking back at the massacre she had done...

#мy rooтѕ мy rooтѕ rυn deep ιnтo тнe нollow [drabble]#tw; blood #blood tw #tw blood

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malumxsubest · 6 years

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ᵉᵛᵉᶰ ᵐᵒᶰˢᵗᵉʳˢ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᶜʰᶤˡᵈʳᵉᶰ ᵗᵒ ᵖʳᵒᵗᵉᶜᵗ [part 1]

—[ ғlaѕнвacĸ ]—

Elijah and Ruvik... They were hers to protect and care for. The bloodthirsty monster laid dormant within the void of her mind as she took them under her black wings, giving them the life and the love they needed to grow as children. She took the role of mother and the twins happily called themselves her children. With every coo, embrace, smile, laugh and so on, a very special bond formed between them and nothing will ever separate them.

And a mother that protects her children is the most vicious being of all because she will do whatever it takes to have them safe, even if she has to kill to do so.

They are her light in the world and vice versa. The twins sought out their mother as soon as they hit the ripe age of twenty-four to become like her, to stay at her side for all eternity in order to remain as a family.

Oh, it was such a beautiful sight to see her children hunting for humans to feast upon, quenching their thirst with delicious blood. Amelia felt pride swelling up within her chest as they come up to her, bloody-faced, and grin sheepishly as she wipes their faces with a handkerchief. While smiling proudly at them, she plants a kiss on their foreheads.

And so, the twins lived with Amelia for at least two-hundred years… That was until they died protecting their precious mother. A mob ran rapidly towards her humble abode, which was on the outskirts of town. Amelia had barely entered in her mechanical sarcophagus (where it contained gallons, upon gallons of blood) and it locked herself inside while she slept, but as soon as the mob neared her home, she snapped her eyes open and tried to force her way out of the casket. It ignored its mistress and her pleas. Her twins, however, stood in front of her chambers as soon as the mob became rowdy.

And they simply took them away… and Amelia could only feel a burning pain in her chest, and then emptiness, which could only mean one thing - the bond had perished.

After what felt for like hours, the sarcophagus had finally released its mistress from her confinement and she rushed to bathe and dress before flinting out of her abode, only to collapse on her knees in shock at the scene before her. In the center of the town were two piles of ashes at the stake, freshly burned… She crawled on her hands and knees, for she no longer had the energy to walk. Amelia shakily reached out and tentatively hovered her hands over the ashes before leaning back on with her hands on her lap, releasing the heart-wrenching scream of a mother’s heartbreak.

The town’s people stood around in shock as they witnessed the female vampire crumbling before them, finding it surprising to see her reacting this way.

Once she was done screaming, she could only whimper and sniffle. As silent sobs wracked against her frame, she desperately tried to form the ashes into perfect domes. Her eyes were red from the crying, tears were dripping from the apples of her cheeks and onto the ashes.

She cannot… will not accept they are gone. Her children, her life, her everything.

Soon, all her sobbing ceased as the air grew still around the town. The female vampire slowly stood up and faced the crowd with an indescribable rage on her features. On that dreadful night, that town became a ghost town. It was stained red with blood and the ashes were gone. Amelia even burned her home to the ground, as she felt pain when she gazed upon it after her little rampage.

And the only thing that those people from the town learned prior to their deaths was that a mother is deadly when she has her children to protect, but she’s even deadlier when they are stolen from her.

Amelia had the ashes into two separate urns and placed them in a vacant area with a fairly large tree towering over it, which leads to the present...

—[ preѕenт ]—

The redhead's head was bowed when she was reminiscing the times with her children, even their deaths… Releasing a shuddering sigh, she stood up from her spot beneath the tree and made her way over towards the tombstone, placing her hand on it.

“One day, I shall see you and we’ll be a family once more.”

Inclining her head, she kissed her hand and placed it on the stone slab before turning around on her heel and sauntering away.

#мy rooтѕ мy rooтѕ rυn deep ιnтo тнe нollow [drabble]#blood tw #tw; bloo #tw blood

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