>>36248611
>Well, you're awake now. Might as well stay up. Close the window and sit down to wrap up His Cold, Unbeating Heart.

>>36248611
>>Grab a weapon and search your room for any intruders.

>>36248611
>Grab a weapon and search your room for any intruders.

>>36248611
>Grab a weapon and search your room for any intruders.

>>36248611
>Grab a weapon and search your room for any intruders.
Close the window too.

Somebody could have broken into your room while you slept; the sudden realization makes you snap awake. You look around again, keeping an eye out for any place an intruder could hide. Your closet... your bathroom... or the rest of the house, you think, your eyes snapping to the hallway door. Your hand snakes around for the long umbrella you left near your bed, pulling it close and preparing to use it as a javelin on anyone who's here and isn't supposed to be. You clamber out of bed, going for the window first, shutting and locking it.

Three doors. The nearest is your closet; you slowly pull it open, your newfound spear at the ready. Poking through the clothes reveals it's empty. You sigh in relief, and move on to your bathroom, flicking on the light inside. As you pull open the shower curtains, your umbrella poised to strike, you hear a noise coming from your room, and you dash back.

Your window is open again.

>Call the police.
>Follow the intruder out onto the roof.
>Call your mother. You can sleep in her bed. (Not like that you perv.)
>Close and lock the window, go back to sleep.
>Write-in.

>>36248611
>>Well, you're awake now. Might as well stay up. Close the window and sit down to wrap up His Cold, Unbeating Heart.

>>36249094
>>Follow the intruder out onto the roof.

See, this is why people have dogs.

>>36249094
>>Follow the intruder out onto the roof.

>>36249094
>Follow the intruder out onto the roof.
ATTACK!

>>36249094
>Call your mother. You can sleep in her bed. (Not like that you perv.)

>>36249094
>>Call your mother. You can sleep in her bed. (Not like that you perv.)
Don't chase after iiiiit.

>>36249094
>Call your mother. You can sleep in her bed.
I remove it for a reason.

>>36249094
>Follow the intruder out onto the roof.

Perfidious Perversity:
>>36249199

Sleep with mom (not like that):
>>36249135
>>36249163

Give chase, what could go wrong?
>>36249114
>>36249120
>>36249126
>>36249298

>>36249094
>>Call the police.
>>Follow the intruder out onto the roof.

Hefting your umbrella with you, you clamber out the window, slowly finding traction on the slope of your house's roof. The hunter has become the hunted. Whatever creeper broke into your room is going to pay for it now. You spin around, looking up, where your stalker no doubt hides on the roof of the second story (your window overlooks the porch's overhang). It seems they've already started to move, though, since they're no longer visible from your position.

You quickly pull yourself up onto the next story, managing to do one single pull-up in your adrenaline pounding condition.

As if from nowhere, a hand curls around your throat, and you freeze. You glance to your side, where a young woman, taller than you, stares into your eyes.

In retrospect, this was a really bad idea. You're a skinny, out of shape girl, and this chick is like six foot nine and all muscle. Well, she's probably more like five foot nine, but it feels like she's that tall, given the circumstances. Her other hand reaches up, her finger slowly tracing out your features. You swallow, involuntarily.

"So this is the latest one?" Her expression sours. "I don't see what's so interesting about you, girl." Her fingers tense slightly around your neck, and you flinch. "You just look like some pasty little goth bitch to me."

>Stab her with the umbrella, in the chest.
>Stab her with the umbrella, in the eye.
>Tell her you're really sorry for being a pasty little goth bitch and politely request she put you down.
>Ask her what she means by "latest one."
>Write-in.

>>36249452
>>Stab her with the umbrella, in the eye.
Always go for the eyes

>>36249452
>Tell her you're really sorry for being a pasty little goth bitch and politely request she put you down.
>Write-in.
Blush, look down at our toes "S-s-s-sorry..." Feel our heart thump as our inner lesbian comes out

>>36249452
"Just please put me down and I won't call the cops."

>>36249497
>>36249452
This

>>36249452
>Write-in.
"Stop opening my window. It's murder on our heating bill."

>>36249452
>>Stab her with the umbrella, in the eye.

>>36249452
>Stab her with the umbrella, in the eye.

>>36249497
>>36249452
Second

>>36249452
>>Tell her you're really sorry for being a pasty little goth bitch
Then
>>Stab her in the chest

We get a witty one-liner, prove we don't suck, and don't cause her any damage she'll want to kill us over later.
Everyone wins.

>>36249497
Agreed

>>36249497
This.

>>36249598
>Implying it'll hurt her at all

>>36249452
>>36249598
This works.

>>36249631
I think the point is it's not supposed to.

>>36249452
>Stab her with the umbrella, in the eye.

>>36249497
>>36249452
This

>>36249497
Seconding

This is a really fucking stupid idea:
>>36249497
>>36249536
>>36249592
>>36249611
>>36249631
>>36249705
>>36249717

The eyes, Susan, go for the eyes!
>>36249495
>>36249569
>>36249587
>>36249677

Witticism, chest stab:
>>36249598
>>36249669

Please put me down:
>>36249508

Strength through absurdity:
>>36249562

Hey, wait a second. *counts votes, looks at IP counter* You enormous faggots.

Final destination, just link this post and include the number of your choice, five minutes from last vote:
1 - stab her in the eye
2 - could this be... love? or samefagging?

>>36249497
What? Please, no. Seriously, she's choking us out after having broken into our room, this is not the time to lez out. She's a god damn psycho bitch.

>>36249745
1

>>36249745
2

>>36249745
>last vote
First vote. As in, five minutes after the first vote, votes close.

Amazing how we've got 15 votes and only 11 posters.
If you're going to samefag, at least have the courtousy to be less lazy about it.

>>36249745
1

>>36249745
3

>>36249745
2

>>36249745
1

>>36249745
1

>>36249745
1

>>36249745
2

>>36249745
2

>>36249786
>>36249745
Both of those two are utterly retarded and will only get us in worse trouble

>>36249745
2

>>36249745
2

>>36249745
1

>>36249745
2

>>36249745
2

>>36249814
At least 2 is just blushing and asking to be put down.

>>36249745
Great.The lezyays won.I now have to sadly drop this quest,It was going good to....

>>36249871
The problem isn't the blushing part, it's the instantly falling in love part.

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>>36249877
We're obviously not lesbian, more bisexual.

Besides, all >>36249497 is blushing and saying sorry. Jeez.

1
>>36249760
>>36249779
>>36249795
>>36249803
>>36249805
>>36249836

2
>>36249766
>>36249789
>>36249807
>>36249811
>>36249815
>>36249832
>>36249840
>>36249850

>>36249814
Too bad they were the top two options.

>>36249877
Don't worry so much.

>>36249903
What? She's obviously super-attractive considering she's a vampire.

This poster counting thing is handy if you pay attention to it.

It's interesting that all of these votes for 2 happened to increase the unique poster count, while only 1 or 2 of the votes for 1 did. It almost makes you suspect that some fucker is still samefagging it.

>>36249932
Detective anon at the case again!

>>36249930
I'm not saying I'm against going /u/boat, I'm against jumping into something before we have properly assessed our options.

>>36249996
More like DEFECTIVE anon.
Especially since they can't prove it at all.

"I'm s-s-sorry for being a pasty little goth bitch," you say, your voice a whimper, tears streaming down your cheeks. Oh God, you're going to die. Your cheeks are burning hot red. "P-please c-could you p-put me down?" You're staring down at your toes as best you can.

"You're sorry?" She sneers, yanking you closer to her, your face just inches from hers. "Sorry? You think that's going to cut it? That's a real fucking laugh, you little bitch. I should just snap your skinny little neck now, save us both the trouble." Her fingers tense around your neck again, and your eyes roll up in terror, your breathing quickening.

You wet yourself. You can't help it, you're so fucking scared, the smell and sound of you pissing yourself is loud enough for both of you to notice, and her eyes wander down your form. She snorts as she realizes what you're doing.

"She's a pasty little goth bitch, *and* she pisses herself at the first sign of trouble. Damn. I just can't see what's supposed to be at all attractive about you." Her head tilts to the side. "You know what? I have a better idea than killing you. I think I'll keep you. Fuck you up on the blood until there's nothing left of your stupid little brain - seriously, chasing somebody out on the roof? Looking like you do? Goddamn, girl, grow a fucking neuron or two, they're good for you - maybe leave you out on the street for somebody to find when you can't tell up from down without somebody there to help."

>Stab her in the eye.
>Stab her in the chest.
>Ask her why she's doing this to you.
>Write-in.

>>36249932
Waifufags == samefags, who would have thought

>>36250171
>Stab her in the eye.

>>36250171
>Ask her why she's doing this to you.

>>36250171
>>Ask her why she's doing this to you.

>>36250171
>>Ask her why she's doing this to you.

>>36250171
>>Stab her in the eye.

>>36250171
>>Stab her in the eye.

>>36250171
>Stab her in the eye.

Stab first:
>>36250210
>>36250252
>>36250272
>>36250276

Ask questions never:
>>36250216
>>36250234
>>36250243

>>36250409
Is it a chance we can do both?

With a suddenly pulse of adrenaline, you slowly pull back your umbrella, readying for a strike. Apparently this psycho is so intent on monologuing about the awful thing she's going to do to that she doesn't even notice, smirking and occasionally laughing as she talks about how she's going to utterly destroy everything about you that makes you you.

She isn't, though. You slam the tip of your umbrella into her eyeball as hard as you can. There's an unpleasant squelch, the sound of bone breaking, and a splatter of gore against your face. Her hand relaxes around your throat, and she falls down backwards before tumbling off the roof, landing in a bloody mess in your backyard.

You sag to your knees, your breath heavy, before risking a glance over the side of the roof. Yeah, she's dead. Her limbs are all twisting the wrong way, and there's a thick splatter of blood near her head. You barely keep yourself from vomiting, pulling away from the side of the room.

>Go back inside, go to sleep, you don't want to deal with this you don't want to deal with this.
>Get mom, have a good cry.
>Get mom, call the police, tell them what happened.
>Write-in.

>>36250486
>Get mom, have a good cry.

>>36250486
>Go back inside, go to sleep, you don't want to deal with this you don't want to deal with this.

>>36250486
>Go back inside and take a shower. You smell like piss and dead goth..

>>36250486
>>Get mom, call the police, tell them what happened.

>>36250486
>Get mom, have a good cry.

>>36250486
>Get mom, call the police, tell them what happened.

>>36250486
>>36250539
>Go back inside and take a shower. You smell like piss and dead goth.

Might as well since we probably have about an hour before vampire guy predictably shows up.

>>36250486
>collapse and cry, you just killed someone.

>>36250486
>>36250539
>>Go back inside and take a shower. You smell like piss and dead goth
This is good writein. Shower'll give us time to let the brutal slaying of that poor innocent psychopath sink in.

Cry to mom:
>>36250506
>>36250545

Cry alone:
>>36250639

Call the cops:
>>36250543
>>36250554

Sleep:
>>36250529

Shower:
>>36250539
>>36250587
>>36250705

>>36250486
>go back inside and wash your fucking ass

then we get mom

>>36250705
>poor innocent psychopath

She had so much to live for.

>>36250727
>She had so much to live for.
So many people to brutalize.

>>36250717
Seeing as we have three votes to shower and three votes to cry, can we cry in the shower?

>>36250796
That's the plan.

>>36250796
I don't mind this

You're feeling exhausted, sick, and disgusting. A quick sniff is... actually surprising. There's sweat, pee, and... honey? Fruit? Must be that - that woman's perfume. Does blood smell? You can't smell her blood on you. But you *can* feel her blood on you, already starting to dry. You take your umbrella and go back inside the way you came, dumping it on the floor before getting in the shower and letting the hot water wash over you, curling up into a ball as you cry.

You killed someone. It- it was self-defense, but you killed someone. You don't even know what her name is. Was. It sinks in, much like your umbrella sunk into her eyeball, spraying a gore of realization all over you- You should probably stop that. It's not a very good metaphor and it's reminding you what you just did, which you don't really want to focus on. You just focus on the water rolling over you for the longest time, until finally you get out of the shower, drying yourself off with a towel and putting on new clothes.

There's no way on Earth you're going back to sleep now. Your heart is still pounding in your chest, and you were probably in the shower for a half hour.

>Call the police.
>Tell your mother what happened.
>Go back to sleep.
>Go check on... the girl you killed.
>Write-in.

>>36250849
>Write-in.
Peek out the window to check on them.

>>36250849
>Go check on... the girl you killed.

>>36250849
>Go check on... the girl you killed.

>>36250849
>Write-in.
tell your mother you had a big nightmare and (try to) sleep with her)

childish, but still

>>36250849
>>Go check on... the girl you killed.

>>36250849
>>Write-in.
Before anything else, make sure the window's closed.
And locked.
And preferably blocked off by a chair or something.

Check on corpse:
>>36250875
>>36250880
>>36250958

Sleep with mother (not like that you perv):
>>36250895

Peek:
>>36250870

Lock windows:
>>36250973

You... have to go check on her. You're not sure why, you just know you have to do it. It feels right. You probably shouldn't have left her there for so long, really... she's probably been out there for the better part of an hour by now. You open the back door, turning to where you remember her corpse being.

There's nothing there. Your heart starts pumping hard again, and you slowly slide in a broad half-circle, keeping your distance, hoping beyond hope that her body is just hidden around an outcropping or something.

It isn't. It's gone. Not just gone, but the blood, the gore, that's all gone too.

There's nothing left of her. It's like something just came along and... ate her.

>Oh, so it was all just a dream after all. Go back inside and sleep the sleep of the dead.
>Zombie psycho! Run inside, lock all the doors, wake up your mom, get the guns.
>Run for it. You have no idea where this psycho is or what she can do, your best chance is to get away from her, and she knows where you live.
>Write-in.

>>36251170
>Zombie psycho! Run inside, lock all the doors, wake up your mom, get the guns.

>>36251170
>>Oh, so it was all just a dream after all. Go back inside and sleep the sleep of the dead.

>>36251170
>Oh, so it was all just a dream after all. Go back inside and sleep the sleep of the dead.
the tip of your umbrella is clean, of course, haha

>>36251233
>the tip of your umbrella is clean, of course, haha
Is it?

>>36251170
>Oh, so it was all just a dream after all.
>Go back inside and fail to sleep at all.

>>36251170
>Write in
Go back inside, if anything wanted to kill us it would have done so already. Go to bed, close our doors, wrap ourself up in the biggest blanket we have.

>>36251274
This

>>36251274
Second

>>36251170
>Write-in.

Check the umbrella, see if it has any gore on it.

After that, go to bed, try to sleep. If they still wanted to kill us they'd have done it by now.

>>36251305
>>36251274
This

>>36251170
>>36251305
This works

Zombie psycho:
>>36251190

Dreams are weird:
>>36251191
>>36251233
>>36251272

Bluh, whatever:
>>36251274
>>36251297
>>36251301
>>36251305
>>36251316
>>36251365

Incidentally, this is the song I have playing on repeat: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VH-acJ-hL2g

>>36251170
>>Oh, so it was all just a dream after all. Go back inside and sleep the sleep of the dead.
>>Write-in.
Lock all the everything anyway. If it has a hinge, lock it. Put a padlock on the breadbin if you have to.

You quickly go back inside and close the door behind you. You go into the hall closet, pulling out several disuse blankets, before going back to your room (closing and locking the window) and getting ready to sleep.

A sudden thought comes to the forefront of your mind. You glance at your bathroom, then walk inside, finding the umbrella, pulling it up to the light.

The thick, dark red color of dried blood stains the tip. Ah.

You let out a snort that turns manic, a giggle that mixes fear, relief and pure, blinding madness. It lasts for a very long time, and when it finishes, you leave the umbrella in the corner, getting back in bed and curling up, layers and layers of blankets on top of you.

You lie down so that you're facing the window. Just in case.

You wake up a little before dawn, to something that sounds like a creaking noise on your roof, as if somebody was moving around on it.

>Second verse, same as the first. Grab the umbrella; you know the rest.
>Fuck it, you're not going through that again. Ignore them and get ready for school.
>Call the police this time.
>Write-in.

>>36251657
>Second verse, same as the first. Grab the umbrella; you know the rest.
Time to stab a bitch...AGAIN

>>36251657
>Second verse, same as the first. Grab the umbrella; you know the rest.

>>36251657
>Call the police this time.
Getting real tired of your shit, Ella

>>36251657
>>Call the police this time.
We got evidence and DNA samples. Fuck going to the roof.

>>36251657
>Write-in.

Do not open the window. Grab the umbrella, make a bit of noise by tapping our ceiling with it.

"I know you can hear me. If you don't get off my roof I'm going to have to start charging rent."

>>36251724
>>36251657
This

>>36251724
>>36251657
Seconding

>>36251657
we need a gun

>Second verse, same as the first. Grab the umbrella; you know the rest.

>>36251657
>Second verse, same as the first. Grab the umbrella; you know the rest.

>>36251724
That seems good.

>>36251724
Voting for this

>>36251657

Sure, I'll support this: >>36251724

Umbrella stab:
>>36251684
>>36251697
>>36251758
>>36251822
>>36251831

This is probably not how a human being would react to this situation:
>>36251724
>>36251740
>>36251790
>>36251833

Policia:
>>36251708
>>36251720

>>36251724
Seconded

>>36251861
You missed

>>36251856 & >>36251858

And >>36251758 was deleted.

>>36251856
>>36251858
Oh FUCK OFF. Don't vote ten seconds before I take a count, you jerkasses.

>>36251861

Forgot
>>36251856
>>36251858

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>>36251758

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>>36251940
Don't worry OP, I still love you

"G-go away!" You yell up at the ceiling, hitting it with the butt of the umbrella, your hands just inches from... that stain. "I know you're there! Go away! Get off my roof! Get lost!" The sounds of creaking continue for a few moments, getting more and more distant, before disappearing entirely.

Well, that was easy. Last time you had to stab the bitch in the fucking eye to get her to leave you alone. Maybe she's learned her lesson. Assuming she's real. And you remember properly.

Whatever. It's time for school. You attend, and predictably get made fun of for the way you freaked out when Lucian was about to neck you. Your cheeks turn crimson and you want to curl up and die when one of the more popular girls does a reenactment with her boyfriend, shouting "no, noooo, no, not a sexy dude kissing meeee please God don't kiss rape meeee!" The less humorous individuals accuse you of being a dyke, or a frigid bitch. You just barely keep from bursting into tears.

When school lets out, you can't get gone fast enough.

>Go home, you need some time alone.
>Go to the bookstore, get the sequel to His Cold, Unbeating Heart.
>See if you can't find Lucian again... maybe if he becomes your boyfriend, people will stop making fun of you.
>Write-in.

>>36252260
>Go to the bookstore, get the sequel to His Cold, Unbeating Heart.

>>36252260
>Go to the bookstore, get the sequel to His Cold, Unbeating Heart.

>>36252260
>>See if you can't find Lucian again... maybe if he becomes your boyfriend, people will stop making fun of you.

Man, it sucks to be a teenager.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YersIyzsOpc

>>36252260
>Go to the bookstore, get the sequel to His Cold, Unbeating Heart.
It is the only comfort for us now

>>36252260
>>Go home, you need some time alone.
Time to wallow in our misery.

>>36252260
>>Go to the bookstore, get the sequel to His Cold, Unbeating Heart.

>>36252260
>Go home, you need some time alone.

Books... my only true friend...
>>36252294
>>36252304
>>36252319
>>36252402

Friends are for losers:
>>36252400
>>36252522

Hot sexy dudes are for winners:
>>36252315

You haven't quite managed to finish off His Cold, Unbeating Heart, but you're nearly there, and you tuck into it when you get to the bookstore, working through the last couple chapters. It ends on a cliffhanger, and you hurriedly search through the shelves for the sequels, when your hand accidentally brushes against another patron's; he's cold to the touch, and you turn to apologize, when your jaw falls.

It's Lucian.

He smiles, sweetly. "Hey. Hell of a coincidence, meeting you here, huh?"

You nod, your voice betraying you.

"Look," he says, pulling off a copy of Twisted And Black Inside, the sequel to HCUH. "This the book you were looking for?"

"Y-yeah," you stammer.

"I'll buy you a copy, if you sit down and have a chat with me in the little coffee shop they've got here." He smiles, raising his hands defensively. "I promise not to try to kiss you unless you kiss me first. What do you say?"

>You don't have that much money to spare... and he's not bad looking or mean... sure. Give him a chance, at least.
>He's sexy and nice, your freakout yesterday was just that - a freakout. It's really nice that he's still interested in you anyway, and you shouldn't let him escape your feminine claws. Go for it, try to show you're interested, maybe even make the first move if all goes well...
>He's a super creep! Why does he keep showing up wherever you are?! That's three nights straight you've met him.
>Write-in.

>>36252777
>Write-in.
"I don't want or need you to buy me a copy."
"And please stop flirting with me like that, I don't even know your second name."

>>36252777
>You don't have that much money to spare... and he's not bad looking or mean... sure. Give him a chance, at least.
"You didn't happend to see something on my roof after you left last night? I think someone is stalking me..."

>>36252823
>>36252777
This

>>36252777
>You don't have that much money to spare... and he's not bad looking or mean... sure. Give him a chance, at least.
"You didn't happend to see something on my roof after you left last night? I think someone is stalking me..."

>>36252823
>>36252777
Second, but make it less blaming, more "Cool it the fuck down hothead"

>>36252777
>You don't have that much money to spare... and he's not bad looking or mean... sure. Give him a chance, at least.

>>36252777
>>36252823
Seconding

>>36252823
Thirding

>>36252777
>I'm sure that if I don't agree I'll probably run into you by "coincidence" tommorow too, huh? Fine, let's go.

Back Off Baby
>>36252823
>>36252912
>>36252957
>>36252980
>>36252988

O-okay...
>>36252860
>>36252923
>>36252971
>>36252998

>>36252823
>like that
Like what? Be specific.

>>36253107
Think anon was referencing:
> "I promise not to try to kiss you unless you kiss me first. What do you say?"
as well as how he was through the party+

>>36253133
What about his behavior, in particular, though? I mean, you can't be much less aggressive than "I promise not to make the first move."

>>36253107
"Stop being so intense."?

"I-I can buy myself a copy," you say, pulling one off the shelf and pulling it tight to your chest. He seems a bit put out by that, a small frown coming on his face. "A-and please stop flirting with me like that, I don't even know your last name."

"It's Caldwell. And flirting like what? I'm trying to be gentle, Susan, but I don't know what you want. I don't want to hurt you," he says, his hand coming up, curling up, and going back down without really approaching you. "I just want to get to know you, and let you get the chance to know me. Every time we meet, I worry it'll be the last time."

"You know where I live," you say, sullen.

"You said not to come there again without your permission," he replies. "Look," he says, running a hand through his hair, his expression lost, "obviously I'm not coming off well, for whatever reason. Just tell me what hoops you want me to jump through, and I'll jump."

>Write-in.

>>36253350
look you seam like a sweet guy lets grab some coffee you tell me about you ill tell you about me sound fair

then shake his hand

>>36253350
>Write-in.
"I don't know....why do you like me so much anyway? I don't even look as good as Terry, I'm not rich, I don't get good grades, I'm not popular, I'm some weird goth who sits around reading romance stories at home instead of doing anything else!"

>>36253350
>I don't know, I was just happy being left alone.

It's the only way I can justify how the votes have gone, we're a shut-in that doesn't know how to deal with people. We got overwhelmed when this guy came out of nowhere and tried to stick to us like glue.

>>36253434
This

>>36253350
Do you have skype, or facebook or something? Lets just chat for a while, get to know each other from a distance first.

>>36253434
>>36253350
This

>>36253350
>Just tell me what hoops you want me to jump through, and I'll jump.

Je's missing the entire fucking point.
QM, can we just peace the fuck out and (try to) never see this dude again?

I'll wait for the plot to give us a reason to talk to him again

>>36253471
You can vote for anything you like, as many of the decisions made in this thread indicate.

>>36253350
"i'm just scared of things going to fast but uhmm, i guess a coffee is ok"

Coffee?
>>36253431
>>36253527

Why do you even like me?
>>36253434
>>36253448
>>36253465

Leave me alone!
>>36253443
>>36253471

Facebook status update: Vampire.
>>36253452

It'd be pretty funny if after all this, Lucian wasn't even a vampire or anything.

>>36253806
The entire premise is that he is. That and he's as cold as ice.

"I-I don't know," you mumble, and you feel your cheeks heat up as your gaze lowers to your own feet. "W-why are you even interested in me, anyway? I'm not pretty, or rich, or smart, or popular, or anything... I'm just a weirdo who reads romance novels all day..."

"You're very pretty," Lucian says, bringing his hand up for a moment again before putting it back down. "The prettiest girl in town, as far as I'm concerned."

Your cheeks burn even hotter at that. "Y-you're just s-saying that," you stammer.

"I'm not," he says, and you almost believe him. "As to the rest... well, any girl who spends her whole day with books can't be that stupid. And you seem very, very sweet." Somehow, without moving his feet at all, his voice suddenly feels closer, like he's taken a step forward, and you automatically step back. "Sorry," he says, his voice moving back. "Should I not have said that?"

"U-um, i-it's okay," you say, stumbling over your words.

>The two of you can talk over coffee, you guess. He can tell you about himself.
>You could talk over social media. Trade e-mails or something.
>You want this guy to get gone, and how. Tell him to leave you alone. If he sees you again, he shouldn't bother you. Basically, "fuck off."
>Write-in.

>>36253839
>The two of you can talk over coffee, you guess. He can tell you about himself.

>>36253839
>Write-in.
Hold his hand for a moment, we want to confirm he's secretly a blood sucking vampire.

>>36253839
>The two of you can talk over coffee, you guess. He can tell you about himself.
>You could talk further over social media. Trade e-mails or something.

>>36253839
>The two of you can talk over coffee, you guess. He can tell you about himself.

>>36253839
>The two of you can talk over coffee, you guess. He can tell you about himself.

>>36253867
>>36253839
This.

>>36253839
>>The two of you can talk over coffee, you guess. He can tell you about himself.

>>36253839
>The two of you can talk over coffee, you guess. He can tell you about himself.

>>36253839
>>The two of you can talk over coffee, you guess. He can tell you about himself.

Coffee:
>>36253857
>>36253872
>>36253884
>>36253894
>>36253904
>>36253951
>>36253968

Meta-paranoia that manifests in extreme mixed signals:
>>36253867
>>36253895

Social media:
>>36253872

"Y-you want to get some c-coffee?" You ask. "W-we could talk, y-you could t-tell me about yourself."

"I would love that," he says, voice silky smooth. The bookstore has a coffee shop in it, so it's a walk of about ten seconds over there. The two of you sit down at one of the tiny tables, across from one another. "So, what do you want to know?"

"Wh-what do you want to be when you grow up?"

"I don't know. I'm thinking, either going into engineering, or becoming a male model," he has a little smirk on his face, and you realize he's trying to tell a joke. You snort politely. "You don't have to laugh if you don't think it's funny," he says, with a good-natured smile. "And you? What do you want to do when you grow up?"

"I- I haven't really decided yet... I... don't think about it much," you admit.

"Hey, you're young, right? It's fine." Sensing your awkwardness, he speaks up. "Give me another question."

"U-um, wh-why don't I see you at school?"

"I'm homeschooled," he answers, instantly. "It's a bit different from public schooling. Better environment, really. No worries about bullying or bored teachers. You learn a lot more, a lot faster. How is your school, incidentally?"

>It's okay. Change the subject to something else.
>It's great! You have good friends there (lie), the teachers like you (lie), and you're doing well in your club (huge lie, you're not even in a club).
>It's terrible. Tell him you're getting bullied because of the freakout at the party that HE caused.
>Write-in.

>>36254312
>It's terrible. Tell him you're getting bullied because of the freakout at the party that WE caused due to our horrible social awkwardness.

>>36254312
>It's a bore. I'd much rather just spend all day reading what interests me

>>36254312
>It's okay. Change the subject to something else.

>>36254312
>It's okay. Change the subject to something else.

>>36254312
this: >>36254349

>>36254312
>>36254344
Actually, changing it to regular
>It's terrible. Tell him you're getting bullied because of the freakout at the party that HE caused.
Dude shouldn't try to go macking on a chick he just met if she's not comfortable with it.

>>36254349
>>36254312
This

>>36254312
>It's okay. Change the subject to something else.

>>36254349
Second

>>36254312
>>It's okay. Change the subject to something else.
any Hobbies ?

Rolled 2 (1d2)

bullied
>>36254377

boring
>>36254349
>>36254364
>>36254381
>>36254399

meh
>>36254350
>>36254353
>>36254383
>>36254474

1 - boring
2 - okay

THIS IS A DIEBREAKER NOT FINAL DESTINATION

>>36254508
Why not both? It's not like they clash too much. Give an evasive answer and change the subject.

"It's okay," you say, hurriedly changing the subject. He quizzes you and you quiz him, exchanging little bits and pieces of your life. He's nice, and sweet, and smart, and attentive, and you catch yourself getting lost in his eyes occasionally... you lose all track of time, talking to him. You just catch yourself before you do something silly like reach out and touch him. You don't want to give mixed signals.

"The bookstore will close in fifteen minutes." The voice jars the two of you out of your conversation.

Lucian immediately pulls out a pen and quickly scribbles away on a napkin, before sliding it over to you. "My email. Don't go spreading it around too much, okay?" You nod as you take it, putting it in your bag and standing up. "Say, Susan, could I walk you home?" He asks, standing as well. "I hope that's not too forward."

>Actually, it is. Tell him as much.
>You really like him, actually... so it's no problem at all.
>You were attacked by a ghost or some shit, you do want protection...
>Write-in.

>>36254664
>>You were attacked by a ghost or some shit, you do want protection...

>>36254664
>You were attacked by a ghost or some shit, you do want protection...

>>36254664
>You really like him, actually... so it's no problem at all.

>>36254664
>You were attacked by a ghost or some shit, you do want protection...

>>36254664
>You were attacked by a ghost or some shit, you do want protection...
"You didn't happend to see something on my roof after you left last night? I think someone is stalking me..."

>>36254664
>You were attacked by a ghost or some shit, you do want protection...

>>36254664
>You were attacked by a ghost or some shit, you do want protection...

You consider telling him no, but you got attacked by... that girl, who you stabbed in the face, watched fall off the roof into a pile of her own gore, and who then disappeared without a trace within the next hour. Well, no trace but the bits of her blood still on your umbrella.

"S-sure," you say. "That'd actually help me feel a lot safer."

"Great," he replies, with a beaming smile. "I'd love to. You can buy your book and we can go."

As the two of you walk the long path back to your house, you quickly find his hand placed on your shoulder, the action so subtle that you didn't even notice him do it. It feels... comforting, even if his hand is a bit chilly in the cool night air. Safe. Reassuring.

Then you arrive home... and you have to decide what to do with Lucian, who seems perfectly ready to leave and never come back. And you don't see... that girl, or anyone like her, so you don't have anything immediate to sic him on.

>Have him stay, you need protection against psycho bitch.
>Give him a goodnight kiss as thanks, you can't really justify him staying, though, so he'll have to go.
>Tell him thank you, and wave him goodbye.
>Write-in.

>>36254964
>Have him stay, you need protection against psycho bitch.

>>36254964
>>Tell him thank you, and wave him goodbye.

"And now you can say you know where I live without it being weird."

>>36254964
>>Give him a goodnight kiss as thanks, you can't really justify him staying, though, so he'll have to go.

>>36254964
>Have him stay, you need protection against psycho bitch.
for lunch, maybe

>>36254964
>Give him a goodnight kiss as thanks, you can't really justify him staying, though, so he'll have to go.
>Run inside like a bat out of hell.

>>36254964
>>Give him a goodnight kiss as thanks, you can't really justify him staying, though, so he'll have to go.

cheek only

>>36254964
>>Tell him thank you, and wave him goodbye.
Don't invite him in. That's way too far. Take it slow.

>>36255076
Yes because we obviously want to get murdered by a psycho undead bitch

>>36254964
>Have him stay, you need protection against psycho bitch.

Tell him about what happened last night as well.

>>36254964
>Tell him thank you, and wave him goodbye.
Taking it slow

Rolled 1 (1d3)

I need protection
>>36254974
>>36255037
>>36255124

kthxbai
>>36255017
>>36255076
>>36255142

Goodnight kiss
>>36255027
>>36255038
>>36255075

1 - i need protection
2 - kthxbai
3 - goodnight kiss

>>36255209
YES!

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>>36255209
For once i'm glad to post this picture

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>>36255209

"A-actually," you say, grabbing him by the upper arm. "Wh-why don't you come in? Stay a little while. For d-" you missed dinner, you realize when your stomach rumbles. "For food."

"I already ate," he claims, and then immediately realizes how questionable that statement is, given that you were at the book store with him for like four hours. "Before I went to the bookstore," he clarifies.

"W-well, come in anyway," you say. "I- um, I don't, I'd like somebody around besides my mom?" You try.

"Alright," he says, with a shrug and jovial smile. "Does this mean I'm 'in'?"

"J-just come inside," you say, your shoulders curling up, and he follows you in. Your mother is... surprised to see him, to say the least, but she doesn't make much comment, other than occasionally prodding him with questions about himself. It's awkward as hell, having him in your house like a regular guest, given how you've treated him in the past, but it works okay.

Then there's a crash upstairs, and you hear an almost inaudible hiss of anger... a voice that sounds much like the girl whose eyeball you stabbed out last night. You tense up, freezing suddenly.

"I'll go check on it," Lucian says before anybody can argue, and rushes up the stairs.

>Go after him.
>Wait down here.
>Have your mom go after him.
>Write-in.

>>36255493
>Go after him.

>>36255493
>Go after him.

>>36255493
>Go after him.

>>36255493
>Go after him.

>>36255493
>Go after him.

>>36255493
>Go after him.

>>36255506
>>36255514
>>36255518
>>36255521
>>36255556
>>36255582
The hivemind is truly a glorious thing is it not?

You follow him shortly, walking briskly but quietly up the stairs, skipping the one that creaks, and slowly sidling up to the room where you hear voices.

"...go away, Adrianna," Lucian hisses, his voice full of barely concealed rage.

"Aww, but I like playing with this new girl," says the woman, playful, and you recognize her as the woman whose eyeball you poked out earlier. You're not exactly checking around the corner right now, though, so you don't know if it... reformed, or what. "She's feisty when you get her up against the wall."

"You're going to be something other than feisty if you keep this up," Lucian growls.

"Death threats are very cliché, Lucian," Adrianna whines, "especially when you know that whatever you do to me, I'll just pull myself back together sooner or later. Why won't you accept that we're meant for one another?" She purrs, and you hear flesh hit flesh. Not a slap, but something harder. A punch, you guess.

"Go away, Adrianna," Lucian repeats.

>Keep listening.
>Go in. Stab Adrianna again.
>Go back downstairs, fetch a gun, shoot Adrianna.
>Write-in.

>>36255703
>Keep listening.

>>36255703
>Keep listening.

>>36255703
>Go back downstairs, fetch a gun, shoot Adrianna.
Please tell me we have a shotgun

>>36255703
>Walk in
"What is going on here?"

>>36255703
>Go back downstairs, fetch a gun, shoot Adrianna.
She's a monster kill it

>>36255703
>>Go back downstairs, fetch a gun, shoot Adrianna.
then put her head in a box bury the head and body parts very far from each other

>>36255703
>Go back downstairs, fetch a gun, shoot Adrianna.
Yeah going to have to go with shoot the bitch

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>>36255823
Heh smart thinking anon

>>36255703
>Go in. Stab Adrianna again.
Do we have garden stakes in our backyard? Stab this bitch through the heart.

>>36255703
>Keep listening.

>>36255703
>Go back downstairs, fetch a gun, shoot Adrianna.

>>36255703
>Write-in.
Come out and ask if having a three way relationship is out of the question

>>36255703
>>Go in. Stab Adrianna again.
Go for the kidney. She'll regenerate, but it'll hurt, and it's relatively peaceable for a fatal stabbing.
"So. I see you know each other. Why am I not surprised."
Then poke her in the other kidney. Like a child that found a jellyfish on the beach.

Listen and believe:
>>36255745
>>36255747
>>36255870

Guns & Roses:
>>36255749
>>36255785
>>36255823
>>36255838
>>36255873

Stab:
>>36255860
>>36255880

Le Epic Threeway?? :^)
>>36255874

Huh??
>>36255766

>>36255930
bitch need to get out our house bitches be crazy

You slowly creep your way back down the stairs, going into your mom's bedroom and grabbing the AR-15 (no sense in being careless) and clips, loading it up just in case. Your mom, understandably, gets up to try to stop you. "There's an intruder," you whisper to her. "She's got Lucian at gunpoint, I'm going to try to scare her off."

Your mom's eyes go wide, and she nods, heading to the phone, presumably to call the police. For your part, you creep back up the stairs.

"...if you really like this girl so much, we could play with her. Get her so high on the blood she'll do anything we say. It's fun to play with them when they're so suggestible, Lucian," Adrianna continues, voice seductive, as you slowly creep towards the room, before pulling the gun up and spinning in, aiming it at her. "What the f-"

She doesn't finish her sentence. Instead, you blow a large series of holes into her chest, making Lucian flinch away from her as her torso explodes into a messy pile of gore.

>Point the gun at Lucian, ask how he knows her.
>Tell Lucian that the cops are coming and if he doesn't want you to get in trouble for murder, he has to do something now.
>Shoot Lucian too. Just to be safe.
>Write-in.

>>36256013
>Point the gun at Lucian, ask how he knows her.

>>36256013
>Point the gun at Lucian, ask how he knows her.

>>36256013
hit the head too empty the clip!

>>36256013
>Point the gun at Lucian, ask how he knows her.
ah, jealousy~

>>36256013
>Double tap

>>36256013
>Point the gun at Lucian, ask how he knows her.

Yangire:
>>36256044
>>36256046
>>36256062
>>36256128

Finish the job:
>>36256053
>>36256112

>>36256013
>>Point the gun at Lucian, ask how he knows her.
She tired to kill you last night, so you staved her and she died. How is she still alive!

>>36256222
Lucian, you got some splaning to do

"How do you know her?" You demand, wheeling your gun around on him. He pulls his hands up, automatically.

"She's an ex that doesn't understand what the word means," he says, defensively. "That's all."

"I stabbed her in the face last night, she's not just some ex," you say. "Even if she survived and cleaned up her own blood, she shouldn't have two fucking eyes right now. Explain, or your insides are repainting the walls too."

"Look, I don't know what you want-"

"Don't bullshit me!" You scream. Wow, you're a lot less shy when you've got a gun in your hands, it seems. Perhaps that's worth noting in the future. Doesn't seem like it would be very useful, though.

"Susan, I'm-" he sighs, "I'm not human. Okay? I haven't been for a long time. I'm a vampire, and so is Adrianna here," he says, gesturing with his foot towards Adrianna's form, which is starting to twitch excitedly on the floor.

>Ask Lucian how you kill a vampire.
>Ask Lucian if that means he was only interested in you to suck your blood.
>Shoot Lucian too. To be safe.
>Write-in.

>>36256013
AMERICA! FUCK YEA!

>>36256445
>Write in
"That means corpse here is going to become ex-corpse, or well, ex-ex-corps- Alright whatever she's going to get back up again and try and kill me isn't she? "
"Can we do something about that first?"

>>36256445
>>36256476
This

>>36256445
well Fuck 5-0 is on there way I assume you can clean this up?

"we are going to have a long talk about this later."

>>36256445
>>36256476
Going with this

>>36256445
>Ask Lucian how you kill a vampire.

>>36256476
>>36256507
These

>>36256445
i like this >>36256476

How do you kill a vampire?
>>36256476
>>36256486
>>36256515
>>36256519
>>36256546
>>36256588

Cops are coming, let's clean this up.
>>36256507
>>36256546

>>36256638
It's not how to KILL a Vampire, it's "HOLY SHIT THERE'S AN UNDEAD THING ON MY CARPET THATS GOING TO GET UP AND KILL ME!"

>>36256744
Which is why we're going to kill it, hence, How to Kill a Vampire

"Okay, so she's not dead-dead, then, right? What do we do about that?"

He sighs and shrugs. "Not much to do, really. You can shoot her some more, but she'll just pull herself back together sooner or later. Vampires are immortal. Different relationship between the body and soul, means the soul never disconnects, means total immortality. Can't stop it."

"Can you delay it, somehow?"

"Sure," he says, shrugging, "but this is a residential neighborhood. Cops are coming. Not time to do any of the traditional things, like toss her in a furnace and scatter the ashes to the four winds."

"W-well, fix it, goddamn you!"

"Hell, I didn't blow her to hell," Lucian says, annoyance audible in his voice. "That's why I was trying to keep this quiet. Your little spaz attack is going to cause a lot of problems but, fortunately, not for me, since I didn't shoot her." He looks down at the body, still twitching. "She might pull herself together before the cops get here, if you don't do anything. That's your best shot. Let her regenerate, then I shoo her off."

>Accept that idea. It sounds like something that could work. Go downstairs, claim a misfire.
>No, she's just going to come back and try to kill you! Shoot her some more, get a knife, cut up her body, get rid of her get rid of her.
>Shoot Lucian too, he's obviously too sympathetic to her to be trusted.
>Write-in.

>>36256797
>Accept that idea. It sounds like something that could work. Go downstairs, claim a misfire.
Not going full Ripper.
Yet.

>>36256797
>No, she's just going to come back and try to kill you! Shoot her some more, get a knife, cut up her body, get rid of her get rid of her.
nothing wrong, officer, i'm just taking out these big trash bags

>>36256797
>Accept that idea. It sounds like something that could work. Go downstairs, claim a misfire.

Kill both, become glorious vampire hunter

That could work:
>>36256849
>>36256862

Kill her kill her kill her
>>36256857

Kill both
>>36256931

>>36256797
>No, she's just going to come back and try to kill you! Shoot her some more, get a knife, cut up her body, get rid of her get rid of her

"Fine, fine," you say, giving Adrianna another look before turning and heading back downstairs. Nobody stabs you in the back when you do, so hopefully you made the right decision.

"Sweetie?" Your mom asks, in a voice just the right shade of tentative to let you know you have a gun in your hand, as you creak down the staircase.

"Sorry, mom," you say, "I shot at the intruder when they came at Lucian, then they ran off. He's closing all the windows and making sure everything's safe up there," you lie, when your mom starts to head up. "He'll be fine."

Your mom doesn't seem entirely convinced, but she also doesn't rush upstairs.

>END OF CHAPTER

Twitter: https://twitter.com/72oOCCJ1

A full episode this time, at least. I still have no idea wtf was up with that autoban.

>>36257029
As I said at the time, the certain line contained something which set off the banned URL detector, why, I have no ideas

>>36257029
thanks for running

>>36257057
Yeah, that's what I mean. It's completely fucking nonsensical.

>>36257093
In a system there's always glitches. Glitches such as this aren't too common, thankfully.

>>36257029
Now to worry why we swing from shy to cold-blooded killer.

>>36257348
Our dad was obviously in the navy and he taught us his ways

>>36257348
"A pussy can become a tough guy, if he's got a gun in his hand."