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"Neeh, shush! I hear people coming." You and the others stopped talking immediately when Kiwi said that. See, you were a vampire…actually, all the people in your group were. Technically, you were still a new-born, since you've only been in the vampire world for about a year or two.
The group consisted of an oddly violent vegetarian (Al), a cupcake baker (Artie), a hockey player (Matt), the slightly yandere cannibal (Kiwi), and the eldest vampire of the group who just happens to smoke (Francis).
You, being the youngest, always complained about the smoking and his simple reply was always:
"What, it's not like it'll kill me."
Anyway, can you guess which one was your maker? Not abnormally enough, it was the little anthropophagus …but, she didn't really mean to. She was hungry and it was a cold night, so she had to hurry. Although, you really disliked being a target for a quick meal, you just let it go and forgave her since she wouldn't shut up with apologies.
"Kiwi, I doubt that there's—" Al got cut off when you all heard loud voices. It wasn't night-time, so it's normal for the humans to be touring this long-standing house. They never go in the attic, which is where the group resides. They never go in, because they cannot. The door is locked from the inside and only opened from the outside by the skeleton key – which, ironically, has been allegedly lost for centuries.
You were still somewhat connected to the mortal world, so you felt a burning desire to talk to them. Sadly, you know you can't do that, so putting your ear to the door was the next best thing. You felt yourself quietly laughing as you listened to them bicker with each other.
As footsteps became clearer, indicating they were pretty close, you retreated a bit. You still were at the door, but you weren't pressed against it. You heard them completely now and it made you fear that the others would hear, as well. Being paranoid, you glanced back and noticed the others were back in their coffins.
Sighing softly, you turned your focus on the door and the individuals on the other side of it. "Alfred, are you sure this place is safe?" You heard an obnoxious laugh and a reply, "Of course, Arthur! It's like totes the perfect place for a party, too!"
No, it's not safe and really not the perfect place for that, you bitterly thought as you dismissed the fact of the names.
"I don't know, Alfred…this place hasn't been inhabited in years, so I don't find it 'safe'." You heard a female voice now. It sounded slightly similar to…no; you were just being paranoid again! Right, that's what it was.
Suddenly, the old rusty doorknob started to move. Looks like they were trying to get into the forbidden room and you almost opened the door, too. "Kiwi, you're good at kicking, right? Kick the door—" You heard a slap and footsteps walking away. But, the thing is…you finally remembered their names.
Kiwi, Arthur, and Alfred…those names were…but how is that possible? You just backed away from the door and headed quietly into your casket. You needed sleep; all of this thinking was giving you a headache!
The group consisted of an oddly violent vegetarian (Al), a cupcake baker (Artie), a hockey player (Matt), the slightly yandere cannibal (Kiwi), and the eldest vampire of the group who just happens to smoke (Francis).
You, being the youngest, always complained about the smoking and his simple reply was always:
"What, it's not like it'll kill me."
Anyway, can you guess which one was your maker? Not abnormally enough, it was the little anthropophagus …but, she didn't really mean to. She was hungry and it was a cold night, so she had to hurry. Although, you really disliked being a target for a quick meal, you just let it go and forgave her since she wouldn't shut up with apologies.
"Kiwi, I doubt that there's—" Al got cut off when you all heard loud voices. It wasn't night-time, so it's normal for the humans to be touring this long-standing house. They never go in the attic, which is where the group resides. They never go in, because they cannot. The door is locked from the inside and only opened from the outside by the skeleton key – which, ironically, has been allegedly lost for centuries.
You were still somewhat connected to the mortal world, so you felt a burning desire to talk to them. Sadly, you know you can't do that, so putting your ear to the door was the next best thing. You felt yourself quietly laughing as you listened to them bicker with each other.
As footsteps became clearer, indicating they were pretty close, you retreated a bit. You still were at the door, but you weren't pressed against it. You heard them completely now and it made you fear that the others would hear, as well. Being paranoid, you glanced back and noticed the others were back in their coffins.
Sighing softly, you turned your focus on the door and the individuals on the other side of it. "Alfred, are you sure this place is safe?" You heard an obnoxious laugh and a reply, "Of course, Arthur! It's like totes the perfect place for a party, too!"
No, it's not safe and really not the perfect place for that, you bitterly thought as you dismissed the fact of the names.
"I don't know, Alfred…this place hasn't been inhabited in years, so I don't find it 'safe'." You heard a female voice now. It sounded slightly similar to…no; you were just being paranoid again! Right, that's what it was.
Suddenly, the old rusty doorknob started to move. Looks like they were trying to get into the forbidden room and you almost opened the door, too. "Kiwi, you're good at kicking, right? Kick the door—" You heard a slap and footsteps walking away. But, the thing is…you finally remembered their names.
Kiwi, Arthur, and Alfred…those names were…but how is that possible? You just backed away from the door and headed quietly into your casket. You needed sleep; all of this thinking was giving you a headache!
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owo I have no clue ;A;
Shall I continue this? Hmm, depends.
*goes to sulk* I like making 1P's and 2P's meet. I have a problem. Kay?
this is totes an idea formed from my current RP
Shall I continue this? Hmm, depends.
*goes to sulk* I like making 1P's and 2P's meet. I have a problem. Kay?
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Who's Kiwi? and is Russia or china in this? Really like this!