ivisorsiv:

vampirmedic:

“Of course not.” he huffed, still smirking despite the irritated tone in his voice. “It’s jusht rare zhat I meet anyvone vizh mein same gardening tashtes.” The vampire raised a brow and nodded his head back toward where his own victim had been buried. “I planted vone meinself back zheah.”

   Alright now she understood, after he connected the dots for her. He had buried a dead body not too long ago either, why though she was curious about. but right now she had her eyes on that shovel.
   Grinning herself the cannibal rested a hand on her hip. “Well it’s a long story how I got into the hobby, but would you mind letting me borrow that shovel of yours? Mine broke.”

“Of course, Fraulein.” Dark hummed. With a tug he freed his shovel’s blade from the ground and tossed it up lightly, flipping it to catch hold of the dirty metal. The handle now held toward Siv, the vampire merely stood waiting.

“I’ve got a vhile before I need to be anyvheah.” he piped up after a moment. “I could listen to your story if you’d like to tell.”

ivisorsiv:

vampirmedic:

“Vell I vas doing a bit of planting.” The vampire chuckled and swung his shovel down to stab the blade into the earth by his feet. “Und I vas jusht leaving before I heard you und decided to inveshtigate. I zhink your little planting job vould go much smoozhah vizh a whole shovel, ja?”

Siv’s eyes narrowed at the man. “You’re offering to let me use your shovel?” She asked, doubtful that he was serious or that he did not wish her ill will. Her eyes glanced to the corpse in the hole before back at him. “Any why exactly would you want to help me hmm? You got a death wish?”

“Of course not.” he huffed, still smirking despite the irritated tone in his voice. “It’s jusht rare zhat I meet anyvone vizh mein same gardening tashtes.” The vampire raised a brow and nodded his head back toward where his own victim had been buried. “I planted vone meinself back zheah.”

ivisorsiv:

vampirmedic:

Dark crept slowly closer to where all the noise was coming from. He couldn’t very well leave anyone around to discover his burial site, even if it was hard to find the hole and no one actually witnessed him burying anything. Really the vampire just wanted to log another kill. It wasn’t often he got to feed twice in one sitting after all.

Peering out at the woman from behind a layer of brush, Dark paused for the second time that night. A wide grin split the vampire’s lips as he caught sight of the partially concealed corpse the woman was attempting to bury. What a strange coincidence. 

“Gut evening, Fraulein.” the vampire greeted as he stepped out of the bushes. “Haffing some trouble zheah?”

   The sound of the man’s voice caused Siv to jump up, almost falling within the deep hole she had currently been trying to refill. Siv eyed the stranger, wiping her hands over her pants to try and wipe some of the dirt away, wincing as the little grains dug into her fresh cuts.
   No doubt the man had seen the corpse and realized what she was doing, why though he didn’t try and capture her while he had the chance she didn’t know- in fact what was he doing out here in the middle of the night anyways, with a shovel..?

“Whats it to you?” She asked, defense clearly showing h=in her voice while her eyes flashed to the broken shovel handle by the pile of dirt. She could use it to knock him out. But he had a shovel himself; a perfectly whole shovel unlike her broken splinted one. “Did you just happen to come all this way to offer me a shovel, or were you out here planting large daisies?”

“Vell I vas doing a bit of planting.” The vampire chuckled and swung his shovel down to stab the blade into the earth by his feet. “Und I vas jusht leaving before I heard you und decided to inveshtigate. I zhink your little planting job vould go much smoozhah vizh a whold shovel, ja?”

ivisorsiv:

vampirmedic:

A quiet tune left Dark’s mouth in the form of humming as he stood admiring the deep hole he had just finished digging. At least seven feet deep- he believed one foot deeper than a grave was the right way to go. After all, graves were for burying the dead meant to be honored. No one would honor his prey so they got a step closer to Hell.

Turning his attention to the bloodless corpse nearby, Dark delivered a swift kick to its side. The body tumbled right into the open hole unceremoniously and the vampire picked up the shovel he had brought with him. Mounds of dirt began to fill up the hole until it was hard to tell that there had even been a hole in that spot. 

With a chuckle the vampire turned, slung his shovel up to rest against the shoulder of his dirt crusted uniform, and began walking away from the site. He paused after a while though and went silent. It seemed that he wasn’t alone judging by the sounds nearby.

   The arsonist threw her broken shovel down in frustration, the metal spaded head clanking loudly against the large rock Siv had cracked it on a moment ago. She should have been watching were she had put the pile of dirt while digging, the shovel was old and the wood not as sturdy as it once one, and one hard bang against the large rock caused the wood to crack, and the next scoop of dirt splintered it.
   “Fuck.” the woman growled, looking down to the man she had partially buried. His bloodied torso and head was still visible, and she couldn’t just leave the dead body there, her evidence was all over the corps, and she couldn’t go to the store to get another shovel while caked in partially dried blood. Determined however the cannibal began pushing dirt into her hole with her bare hands, earning her arms to get scratches and cuts by other loose rocks and sticks in the earth. Siv grumbled, but continued, unaware of the man who had heard her.

Dark crept slowly closer to where all the noise was coming from. He couldn’t very well leave anyone around to discover his burial site, even if it was hard to find the hole and no one actually witnessed him burying anything. Really the vampire just wanted to log another kill. It wasn’t often he got to feed twice in one sitting after all.

Peering out at the woman from behind a layer of brush, Dark paused for the second time that night. A wide grin split the vampire’s lips as he caught sight of the partially concealed corpse the woman was attempting to bury. What a strange coincidence. 

“Gut evening, Fraulein.” the vampire greeted as he stepped out of the bushes. “Haffing some trouble zheah?”

ivisorsiv:

   Siv inhaled deeply as she kicked the rest of her finished meal into the hole she had just dug up. It was hard work, getting a good catch to eat and having to hide the rest that you don’t use, but it was worth it. After all, she couldn’t eat anything else, it made her sick.

   Green eyes looked to the half charred and bloody corpse of a man in the hole before gazing around  the foggy wooded area she was in. No better place to hide a dead body right? Usually the cannibal would just char the rest of whatever she didn’t eat  until it all became ash, but she was particularly lazy today. Brushing off her hands Siv reached for the shovel she had used to dig the hole and began scooping the excess dirt back within. she was covered in blood, sweat, ash and dirt, but that was just fine, she could shower when she got home and enjoy a glass of wine too; nothing better.

A quiet tune left Dark’s mouth in the form of humming as he stood admiring the deep hole he had just finished digging. At least seven feet deep- he believed one foot deeper than a grave was the right way to go. After all, graves were for burying the dead meant to be honored. No one would honor his prey so they got a step closer to Hell.

Turning his attention to the bloodless corpse nearby, Dark delivered a swift kick to its side. The body tumbled right into the open hole unceremoniously and the vampire picked up the shovel he had brought with him. Mounds of dirt began to fill up the hole until it was hard to tell that there had even been a hole in that spot. 

With a chuckle the vampire turned, slung his shovel up to rest against the shoulder of his dirt crusted uniform, and began walking away from the site. He paused after a while though and went silent. It seemed that he wasn’t alone judging by the sounds nearby.

(( I AM BACK! )) ))

Sinnian let out a squeak after being attacked, turning his head quickly and just avoiding vomiting on Sascha.

A very pale, shaking, and sick looking Sinnian has chosen not to go back to the labs tonight. Instead he collapses in one of the beds in his own infirmary, feeling too weak to go walking around.

daisyfuck:

there is so much hate in my heart ✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ:* \(◕‿◕✿)/ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Well my crappy laptop finally decided to kick the bucket. Meaning now I have to use my iPod for Internet and that sucks big time. Hoping so badly that my mother decides to be kind to me and drives me out to pick up a computer I just agreed to buy from someone today. But she threw a ton of last minute things at me that apparently I was signed up for without my permission so the chance of getting that computer have dropped down pretty much to “no you’re not getting it”. ))