روايات وقصص ضمن Halloween Costumes Vampire Diaries

"You-You need to run! That's a wizard, Nat- the wizard." She finally seemed to realize that there was someone close behind her and she whirled around to face him again. He knew the picture he made standing there over her. Vampire Prince eyes glowing through the smoke and twisted black metal armor covering much of his body. His crowned helmet sported horns that curled up and back making him appear taller and infinitely more terrifying. He didn't really need armor, but he wore it anyway for occasions such as this. He enjoyed the way her throat bobbed as she tried to swallow past her own fear. She held up her trembling blade against him and his head tilted as he smiled down at her.

Alessia will not casually spill Federico's secret of being an immortal vampire to anyone—let alone the dumb mortal girl who dares to force herself into Federico's home. But Federico does not nod or even look grateful at Alessia. In fact, his brow is beginning to droop low—almost as if he is displeased. "Hailey is my possession. You are not break what is mine," Federico replies. Alessia laughs without any joy. "You can find another servant to replace her. She isn't worth keeping when she's already so defective." Then Federico does the unimaginable. He walks up to Hailey and grabs her by the wrist. The poor, idiot girl startles, but Federico has supernatural strength—one of the perks of being

He had waited over thirty years, he wouldn't waste a minute. As he raised off his stake, ready to attack the defenseless creature, the door suddenly opened and two huge vampires walked in. Marco and the vampire King were already transformed into the evil creature that they were. Their fangs were out, revealing their glory to the shocked man. With their protruding ears and red eyes, Matthew knew there was no way he'd survive what was about to happen. The vampire King quickly attended to both Bella and Adonis while Marco faced the Hunter.

My thoughts were all over the place Saturday. I’d barely slept after I’d gotten home. All I could think about was him – Xander – and his promise to come to me again. I was nervous. I was excited. What did I want to ask? I guess I should start with the things I know about vampires, or think I know. I’ve read Dracula; huge fan of The Lost Boys; big into Buffy the Vampire Slayer – but those were all pop-culture references, and so far, none of that seemed true: Xander didn’t wear a cape, he hadn’t turned into a bat that I’d seen, and his face didn’t get all bumpy when he bit someone.

"Jet, I'm warning you to stay away from Ranz and I want to tell you that we're done already?" " Why? Is it because of Vlahdy? Do you know what the first time I saw that guy, there's something different from him? I sense that he's a vampire and once that ill know his real identity I'll gonna kill him right away." "How dare you! How can you know if he's a vampire or not? I'll tell you. You will never know the real identity of Vlahdy. Stay away from him!" "No, you are wrong! Do you see this? This is a perfume I made it to know who vampires are. This is a perfume I first use for Moana. After smelling it a vampire will collapse for a second but will gain consciousness after ten seconds. It's so

Placing my face back on the ground I let out a whine about having to get up for school. Feeling frustrated I sit up on the ground before standing up and begining to make my bed, feeling a little satisfied when I'm done I climb down the latter. Walking into the restroom I begin to do my morning routine washing my face and brushing my teeth. Letting out a yawn I turn off the bathroom light on my way out. Going to my closet, I remember there isn't really a dress code, but each section is supposed to were a certain color to represent it. Vampires wear red, witches wear purple, demons wear black, angels wear white and werewolves wear blue.

I flinched when the makeup artist added more dark shadow to my eyes, something that Jay was completely adamant about, was that I play myself but like this darker self, my designer jeans were shredded within an inch of their life, and I was barefoot. The scene was supposed to be a Halloween party and apparently, I was a vampire. A half-naked vampire. That looked a hell of a lot like Jack Sparrow. I flinched when I saw my own reflection, freaky blue and white contacts stared back at me as fangs met my bottom lip. "I can't sving like vis!" I lifted my hands into the air in exasperation. Alec and Demetri were both in makeup chairs next to me, also headed up to the same fake stage, only they were

I teased as I looked at myself in the mirror. The black satin dress plunged deeply, showing a lot of cleavage. It was skintight with slits on the sides all the way up to my hips. The back was also completely open. My hair was slicked back in fancy high ponytail to show off my slender neck because it was apparently sexy for vampires since that was where the pulse points were. The makeup was extremely dramatic with crimson lips, thick black wingtip eyeliner, and dark gray smokey eye. There was a tiara on my head that held more valuable jewels than I would ever care to consider the value of. It was gorgeous but sadly not mine to keep.

And – to make matters even worse – she’d told Kathrena to come as a vampire. I, however, was dressed in a cheerleading outfit – stolen from the Aspen High cheer team, in the school colours of blue and yellow – which had been doused with fake blood. I was wearing a lot of makeup to make me look undead, which I found terribly amusing. I usually went to such lengths to avoid looking like someone who’d died, yet there I’d been, smudging dark purple eye shadow into the hollows beneath my eyes.

I muttered, and he sighed. "Most vampires wear black or gray. You are not the exception. Not only are your eyes a giveaway... your pale skin, fangs, and eyes. We cover the eyes with the shades, but even with them, it is easy to see that you are a vampire; the color black makes you look paler. A hunter could spot you a mile away, and I bet Asteria would kill us if anything happens to you," He finished, and even when I hated the idea, I knew they were trying to do what was best for the mission, so I complied, and we stopped at a gift shop. Of course, my luck there were no plain button-downs, heck, there were no button-downs at all, just stupid colorful shirts with more colorful letters across