songs for you to drink blood to 🍷【dark vampire playlist】

songs for you to drink blood to 🍷【dark vampire playlist】
vampire aesthetic bgm/songs 🍷 dark waltz/instrumental music

[yuecubed]

mystix, this one's for you <3

【timestamps】
🍷 [00:00] 1: halloween waltz (derek fiechter, brandon fiechter)
🍷 [03:46] 2: masquerade of the ghosts (derek fiechter, brandon fiechter)
🍷 [07:47] 3: dance of the damned (peter gundry)
🍷 [10:58] 4: to death we dance (peter gundry)
🍷 [15:03] 5: darkwell (derek fiechter, brandon fiechter)
🍷 [18:34] 6: the vampire masquerade (peter gundry)
🍷 [21:46] 7: the last dance (peter gundry)
🍷 [25:01] 8: queen of the vampires (brandon fiechter)
🍷 [28:58] 9: lady in red (derek fiechter, brandon fiechter)
🍷 [32:15] 10: draycia castle (robert russell)
🍷 [37:54] 11: count dracula (derek fiechter, brandon fiechter)
🍷 [41:27] 12: the last vampire (peter gundry)
🍷 [44:21] 13: vampire castle (derek fiechter, brandon fiechter)
🍷 [47:28] 14: scarlet rose (derek fiechter, brandon fiechter)

[maplenotsyrup]

Me who has a blood phobia and is scared of vampires: yes perfect

[Kerriangel]

*walks around the 'abandoned' castle that I know is home to a mysterious sexy vampire as this music plays*
Oh I hope, no one bites my neck! It's a shame I tied my hair up out of the way to show off my neck and happened to wear this old ballgown I had lying around. Wouldn't want a vampire to dance me into a stupor and bite my neck and turn me into a vampire... definitely not. Oh no! I'm lost and alone in this dark and mysterious castle. I really hope there's not a vampire. Hint. Hint. FUCKING HINT!

[ashtonvanderwood]

the urge to get myself a wine glass full of red liquid
I know what I'll listen to for the next days

[geeboyd]

lol I guess I'll try my hand at a little POV...

Some weeks ago you received a letter from a mysterious count, inviting you to visit his castle in a small duchy located in a distant land. It was all quite strange, but you couldn't resist the beckoning of curiosity. You traveled for many days and arrived in the dead of night, ushered up long flights of stairs in the lord's grand castle by servants whose faces were pale and drawn. They brought you to a dim study. They left, and you didn't see anyone else in the room, but the hairs on the back of your neck stood up. A figure melted from the shadows. Finally, you are standing before the man who summoned you.

His face was cold, sharp. He was likely very handsome once, but time and tragedy had twisted his features into something sinister. He smiled, showing a glimpse of uncommonly sharp teeth. "I am glad to see you found your way to me."

"Likewise, " you said, the corners of your mouth turning up with discomfort rather than joy. Your eyes were beginning to adjust to the low light, and more details of the study were becoming clear. You spotted a long line of portraits on the far wall, behind the Count.

"You must be curious as to why I have invited you here, " said the Count. His cadence was awkward, antiquated.

"The only reason I came this far was because of my curiosity, " you admitted. "I would enjoy having it sated."

He moved closer to you, taking in a deep breath through his nose. You had to fight off the feeling he was smelling you, taking in your scent. "I have a feeling many tastes will be sated tonight."

You started to back away as a chill spread throughout your body. "It's quite late. I ought to turn in for the night."

That row of portraits stood out to you once more. Each image bore a strange resemblance to one another, be the subject female or male. Most of all, they all bore a strong resemblance...to you.

"It always takes me so long to find you again, " the count said. He reached out a hand, more withered than you remembered it being, with longer, dirtier nails. "I try so hard not to scare you. But can I blame you for being afraid, when I look this way?"

His skin had grayed, the area around his eyes darkened. The eyes themselves were pits. You stumbled over yourself trying to get away.

"I don't understand what you're saying, " you told him, but he didn't stop moving towards you.

"All these centuries, it has always been you. And every time, I try to resist, I try to remember what our lives were, before, " he said. His hands, now claws, closed around your arms, pulling you towards him. You were powerless in the force of his grip. Your vision dimmed and blurred as ice-cold fangs pierced your neck. The cycle ended that night, and would soon begin anew.

[CristinaAshley]

Absolutely love that you used so many Peter Gundry pieces. No one does macabre as great as he does.

[QueenJudas_Gaming]

Well, if I ever get back into writing my vampire story, I know what I'll be listening to for inspiration!

[mrs.redmito]

I am literally drinking beetroot juice while listening to this feel like a real vampire

[posiren_]

This is the backstory of a character I was inspired to create by this music. It's a bit lengthy but if you stick around to read it, I hope you like it.

Note: Some names used in this story are Romanian so they have a different pronunciation:

Sylvia = Syl - vee - ah
Diana = dee - anne - ah
Ian = Yan (not ee - an)
Barcani = Bar - chani
Turbăria = Tur - beh - reeh - ah
Ruginosu = Ruh- jee - nos - ú

Born and raised in the Transylvanian mountains by a high elven couple, Syliva spent her early years living in a small hut in Barcani with her mother, Diana, and father, Ian. She was a single child though, mostly raised by her mother while her father made sure to evade all duties and instead spend his time mindlessly drinking nights away. Meanwhile Sylvia’s bond for her mother grew, she started to grow in hatred of her father and his absence.

Around the town stretched the forbidden forest, Turbăria Ruginosu, where entry was strictly forbidden even for the most fabled of hunting squads. A forest of which Sylvia was told stories of night after night. Stories of the terrible fiends that patrolled the nights and vampiric ghouls that savagely feast on children like her.

Her parents always had a tough relationship due to her father’s constant negligence of his parental responsibility and lust for the young life he no longer has. This caused frequent conflict between the troubled parents and fights were all but rare.

However, one October night, Sylvia’s father arrived late from the pouring rain with a swing to his dizzy stride. Though it had not been the first, Diana made sure this night was the last. And so she snapped at the drunken man with the motive to drive him away from the house and rid Sylvia and herself of the burden he proposes. However, oblivious to the fact his forsaken daughter was silently observing their clash, Ian lifted his inebriated hand and lashed at the distressed mother, indeed, making said fight the last.

Diana sank beside her mortified daughter, who stood frozen watching her mother’s lifeless eyes stare aimlessly into the air.

Grabbing only the pocket watch gifted by her beloved mother and a mind full of loathe and grief ignited by her miserable father, young Sylvia darted through storms into the twisted and forbidden woods; the tricksy paths laden with twists and turns in all directions, spiralling uncontrollably throughout the distorted trees and branches that towered over the gloomy meadow. As the young girl strolled along the mysterious plane, she found herself lost inside the wicked woods, charged with fear and shock.

And so young Sylvia rested her head against a stray pine log and gazed at the starry veil-like sky of the unforgiving night, letting go of all her hope and setting herself down upon the frigid floor.

However, a pale hand stretched from the darkness, its inky nails curled around her shoulder with a freezing touch before she could fall and silently raised her to her feet. Before her stood a slim shadow cloaked in charcoal robes which palled its sinister figure and masked it in the darkness. Its face was illegible, yet an ominous glow of crimson smouldered in the dark mist around its eyes. ‘Come, troubled child. You are safe now.’ hummed a foul, yet comforting voice as its host towered over Sylvia with an air of sophistication.

Sylvia, remembering the stories her mother told, fearfully held the hand of the being and followed it deeper towards the heart of the forbidden forest, burning to inquire who it is she is following. At the arrival upon an ancient castle, the gates opened with haste as soon as they approached and welcomed them in with an unexpected warm atmosphere of safety and nurture. Upon stepping into the mystifying palace, the voice speaks again. “Troubled child, you have come far from home tonight. Your bravery is potent.” It pauses before speaking again. “My name is Victoria, and this is my home. It will now be yours too.”
“Why have you brought me here?” she faltered hopelessly with unorthodox images of the stories she was told, clenching Victoria’s frigid hand with distress. “Have I done something wrong..?”
“You have been hurt, child. But fear not, for my family means not to harm you. Join us for dinner Sylvia, you are one of us.”

As Sylvia sat beside the vampire queen at the regal table, she cast her eyes upon the vast hall, occupied by brothers and sisters together. All full of fangs that hung fiercely from their jaws, unnaturally pallid skin and burning embers in their eyes.

However, before she could comprehend the size of the feast, she felt a sharp pain on the side of her neck. A stream of claret blood cascaded down her shoulder as Victoria’s eyes met hers, “You are one of us now.” She croaked, allowing Sylvia’s foggy mind to faint to the marble floor into a sleep so deep.

This was not the end however, as Sylvia awakened on a noble bed in an ill-lit room. But this was the least of her worries as upon sight of a mirror, she could not comprehend the absence of her reflection.

If only poor little Sylvia knew who she was now. How her emerald eyes were thronged with a ruby glow, her lips a deep maroon. Her skin was no longer tan, but whiter than the finest bleach and her power limitless. But she was not scared, not one bit. For she knew she had now found her home, and at last, she could rest.

And so years passed since Sylvia’s turn, she now grew older, wiser, and more powerful in the vampire’s castle. But she was not the only thing that grew, so did her deep hatred for her iniquitous father. As the isolated castle became her home, she learned the vampire ways and adopted the marginalised lifestyle of her new family, though, one mission remained uncompleted. Ian must bleed.

Thank you for sticking around to read my story :))

[TheTrueDuchess]

I feel like using this for my next ball. And inviting humans and vampires alike, but only I know who is who. And we shall dance far into the night, feasting and laughing together, in human-vampire siblinghood.

[olit]

Pov:

As the sky grew more and more bleak, you decide to go to the local bakers for some dinner. Grabbing a lantern, some money and a dagger, you walk out your backdoor into your garden. Only, it feels as if someone is watching you. No, *something* was watching you.

A little creeped out, you decide to make it a brisk walk instead of the lazy stroll you were hoping for. Walking through the dirt path in the woods never felt more deserted. It was almost as if all the woods creatures had just...vanished. The trees blocking the moon weren't helping the scary atmosphere.

Nearing the end of the path, you start to see speckles of moonlight on the ground in front of you. 'How pretty", you thought. Until you noticed something peculiar. The moonlight was shining it's bright light on large patches of blood.

Suddenly an gushing feeling of dread washed over you. You stepped back, almost tripping on a twig behind you. Stumbling a little, you take another step back. And another. And another. Until you can't anymore. Something was blocking your way. Slowly turning your head around, you see figure towering over you, and two blood red eyes staring back at yours.

Fin

[nyx.has.fallen]

I swear the darkest melodies are the most beautiful...

On another note, I have several vampiric OCs and will definitely be listening to these while creating their lore. This playlist is so inspiring.

[whoami]

P.O.V. :

The way the ball had turned out you wouldn't believe that it had once been a dusty room full of shadows that went bump in the night. But who could help but to turn up at the Count's request? The villagers who seemed most afraid of the castle were dancing serenely. Almost as if in a trance, but that would be silly... wouldn't it? You look up to the balcony and a man stared down at you, his red suit matching his drink. Crimson like blood.

[nemesis_j]

I love gothic and dark waltzes. these melodies are beautiful and even mysterious. I really love these genres of music. thank you for the selection.
I apologize if there are errors in the comment.

[stephenbouw]

As my Vampress comes
To consume me as we
Waltz the last waltz of Little Prince Stephen
The lilies of the valley dry
And the lotus flower blooms no more
As the blood ofy orchid
Is drunk under the wandering full moon
She comes to consume by bad deeds
Glorious 🥰 fangs of release
To consume my misdeeds of love
For her flesh is a fire of desire
To consume only me
Rasheed

[stephenspark]

Musically, this is a tour de force, taking in so many styles including classical (church) organ, waltzes and older dances - that delectable harpsichord/spinet sound (can't tell the diff, sorry!) etc, all with great sensitivity and atmosphere. Ultra-congrats on this fabulously dark/melancholy selection. The sun is shining outside as I write this, but I envisage dark clouds scudding across the sky glimpsed through the clutching branches of the blackened winter trees as a raven fixes me, quizzically, with its glittering eye...

[TrinityTronos]

Vampires are interesting, that's why I dream of a scenery of finding mansion across far away from where we are, and seeing a vampire there, greeting you and I with their smile having fangs sticking out. We are welcomed by them and became house guest for the rest of night and have fun there with the vampire.

[HarmonyMoonbeam]

MAN I wish I had some raspberry tea in a wine glass right now! This is the kind stuff I need to start listening to when I go to make my MCYT horror/angst animatics

[Razzberry_]

Yesterday I was listening to this while reading in my armchair as the sun was beginning to set. It honestly felt magical, almost surreal. The vibes are incredible. This is one of my favorite playlists now, thank you for this :)

[marinmccollum]

The amount of time's i've listened to specifically this playlist on loop while I write 12+ page essays pretending I'm writing to my dead lover as an immortal vampire is