#WaitingSucks – Eric & Bill

 

#WaitingSucks – Eric

Well shit. This doesn’t look good…

Twas the night before Christmas, Fangtasia Style…

Twas the night before Christmas, and all through Area Five,

Several Creatures were stirring, even those unalive.

The mistletoe was hung around the bar with great care,

By our fangbanger Ginger, with wide eyes and vacant stare.

Foolish humans were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of my fangs danced in their heads.

And Eric in his black tank, and I in designer shoes,

Had just settled in with two tasty young blondes who would no doubt amuse.

When out on the parking lot there arose such a clatter,

Our meals sprang from our grasps and started to scatter.

Away to the door, we flew with great speed,

I glided smoothly out, following behind the big Swede.

A chill in the air as the vermin waited to get in,

Roughly pushing them aside – lets hope they’ve got thick skin.

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But the Queen and her minions, all sporting a sneer.

With her hair all done up and a tacky pants suit,

She strolled towards us confidently, thinking she looked cute.

More rapid than a mere human she approached with cold frame,

Then she whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

“Now Seigbert! Now, Weybert! Now, Hadley my Vixen!

Come Rasul! Come Andre! Even you my new guard – Come now, rugged Dixson!

Inside the dump Fangtasia we must go,

Quickly, quickly – I insist, now isn’t the time to move slow!”

As they entered the bar, all remaining humans split,

Great! I thought, now the nights profits will take a hit.

The Queen wrapped in beige fur, from her neck to her thighs,

I held back a smirk at the thought of her guise.

She barked out our orders with a mischievous grin,

Not listening one bit, my mind wondering – Did my meal have a twin?

Snapped out of my haze, Eric fairwelling the Queen with great respect,

But I couldn’t help wonder if my night was now wrecked.

The Queen and her entourage paused by the door,

Our eyebrows raised high as we waited for more.

With a final insult to the bars dark decor,

She laughed as she left and I mumbled and swore.

Eric and I called back our meals, quite eager to feed,

Both needing to quench our insatiable need.

Giving Eric a wink, pushing the Queen’s orders out of sight,

It’s Christmas afterall, let’s ALL have a goodnight!

Me: Did you kill him? Please tell me you killed him! Cause I will never get all this cement out of my hair.

Eric: I gave him a much worse punishment.

Me: Ruben tried to kill me, by the way. I took him out.

Eric: *sighs* Oh great. On top of everything I’m out an assassin.

Me: I have zero patience with that shit.

3×12 – “Evil Is Going On”

Torturous thoughts…

I had known from the start it would come to this. The only surprise here is the Magisters apparent lack of concern for the Queen’s actions. His words forever engrained in my mind, replaying over and over only furthering my anguish. “They say the loss of a child is the deepest despair”. I can only imagine what my maker is going through…two nights, just two nights to find Bill Compton or he loses his only child. The decades we’ve spent to together since he gave me my new found life have been the best in my existance. He’s released me time and time again, yet everytime I leave – I find myself returning to his side. Loyal to the end. And it seems that end may be near. Yet I hold no remorse for my actions, except perhaps ever holding any respect towards Queen Sophie Anne. She is not worthy of her crown or Eric’s tribute. Treason? *snorts* The only serious acts of betrayal here is that of the Queen and her pathetic attempts to bring money into her Queendom. Rest assured my last words will bring her down. And my last thoughts will be of my Maker. Eternally grateful…

Top 10 List – Vile Thoughts To Make You Stop Feeding

*sighs* Jessica, Jessica, Jessica. What are we going to do with her? She’s a ticking time bomb. And this bomb with long red locks recently asked me how to stop feeding. Keep in mind that the urge to drain humans dry when you’re a newborn can be…overwhelming. Typically your Maker guides and molds you, teaching you tips, tricks and the ways of the Vampire world. But we all know Compton won’t win ‘Maker of the Year’.  *rolls eyes*

@MadeJessica and I discussed this in depth tonight and even asked our followers; besides crying babies with soggy diapers and maggots – What thoughts would be vile enough to stop YOU from draining a breather dry?

Below is our Top 10 List.

10. Hoyt’s momma in a string bikini (via @lmayart)

9. Going back to the @VampireMagister (via @MadeJessica)

8. BOGO sales at Payless (via @Pam_Ravenscroft)

7. @werewitchhallow (via @zee_team_vampyr)

6. Dog Puke (via @mohannie)

5. Your parents doing it with Bill (via @Chynnacena)

4. Cleaning up @Eric_ofArea5′s “messes” in the basement of Fangtasia. (via @Pam_Ravenscroft)

3. Hairy old guys on the beach with low riding swim trunks showing crack (via @Balou8900)

2. Chunky warm baby puke in your mouth (via @Wiggles1225)

And the number one Vile Thought To Make You Stop Feeding…

1. Bill, Naked (via @MadeJessica)

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Thoughts, on Eric as a Maker…

I’m not exactly one to pay Eric a compliment, seeing as though his self-esteem is quite intact. But when it comes to Makers, I doubt you’ll find better. Without training, a vampire would most likely starve, wither to nothing, waste the most precious gift of eternal life. When I was made vampire, I was taught to hunt, feed, and thrive by the very best, and it’s made me who I am today. That – and my own innate sense of style.

-Character Perspective: Season 2 Blu-Ray Special Features-