Nightfall
When the moon is in the ditch and the hour is none
A bloodbag must remain useful to a vampire.
CW: vampire and bloodbag, recent kidnapping (by other vampires), very light blood drinking, comfort and reassurance, fluffy vampire content, platonic hand and forehead kiss
There was a time he would have been indescribably relieved that a vampire showed no interest in feeding from him.
Now it was a source of unease. Carlo could not get through a night without a strong sense of uselessness. It had been several weeks since Erik took him, and he and his revolving door of friends and followers had made him their chewtoy again.
He was grateful that Maxim took him back at all. But this prolonged period of abstinence was agonizing to him now. It was just past eight when he worked up the courage to offer himself— an hour that in the dead of winter was indistinguishable from midnight. Outside, snowdrifts climbed the house’s exterior, and icicles as long as five feet had formed in the eaves.
“I’m ready now,” he said as casually as he could. “If you’d like.”
“There’s no rush,” said the vampire, whose nonchalance was more convincing than his own. “And you need to recover.”
“I am recovered.”
“Physically, maybe,” Maxim said. He was copying a pile of letters, yellowed and cracked with time, into a document on a laptop. The light from the screen made the reflective sheen of his eyes more noticeable than usual, like shining a light at an animal in the dark. “Your bruising hasn’t even had time to fade yet.”
“I still need to do my job.”
He kept on typing. “Why?”
“Because it’s why I’m here. What good am I to you just freeloading? Why am I here if I am not being fed from?”
The vampire stopped typing and turned to him. “So I can feed from you later.”
Carlo stared wordlessly. It was uncharacteristically direct of him to put it that way.
“You’re thinking of this on your own timeline, not mine,” he continued. “It’s only been three weeks. You’re rattled. You try to hide it but I can hear it. And why wouldn’t you be? You’re not going to be discarded or replaced because of a few months of recovery. What’s a few months to me, do you think?”
He knew he’d lost, but he answered to be polite. “Like how a few nights is to me, I guess.”
“Exactly. Come.”
Carlo obeyed and curled up next to him. He was heatless but solid, inhuman and yet adept at all the motions with which humans show affection to one another. He tilted Carlo’s face in his hands and kissed the crown of his head. “I enjoy your company, too, you know. You’re not a vending machine.”
“I have good dual use as a lapdog, Erik says,” he said darkly.
Maxim sighed. “My maker has a way of perverting even the simplest pleasures in life. A gift he’s always had.”
“Do other vampires do this?” Carlo asked, resting himself against Maxim. “With their humans?”
“Plenty do. There’s as much variety in those relationships as there is in human ones.”
“I really feel fine. It’s just the bruises that are left.”
“I almost think you enjoy being turned down.”
“I do not, no,” Carlo answered, not entirely without humor.
“If you insist, I’ll show you a trick.”
Carlo turned to look at him. “Okay.”
Maxim smiled. “Your trust is flattering. Give me your hand.”
He did.
“Just a pinch,” said the vampire, and nicked the tip of his index finger with the scalpel tip of a concealed fang. Carlo flinched lightly, but did not pull away. Just a finger prick, he thought. Anxiety swelled in him but subsided when he reminded himself whose arms he was in. The vampire squeezed his hand until a red drop of blood pooled at the tip of his finger. He put his mouth over it in a swift but gentle motion and the blood was gone.
Carlo was skeptical. “Does that do anything? A drop?”
“Think of it like drag off someone else’s cigarette,” the vampire said with a grin.
“You did that to shut me up.”
“Yes, little mortal, I did.” The creature kissed the back of his hand and gave it back to him. “Now be quiet about it or I’ll give you nine more sore fingers before I feed from you properly again.”
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Why "Lisey's Story" is my favourite King's novel?
Well, It's hard to explain in one word :) the plot in it is not so much mind-blowing or dynamic or scary for me. It's probably about the main character. She attracts me in some way, what kind of woman she is probably. At first it seems that she is a meek and obedient widow, but she has stubbornness, she stands her ground, she has loyalty to her husband. Here for me in this is that she embodies the somewhat unattainable idea of "once and for a lifetime", and also probably the fact that she turned out to be the only one in the life of her complicated husband, who could see the real him (and the real him was a terrible wounded animal) with all his secrets and oddities and still love him and remain faithful to this love and his legacy to the very end, and how even after his death she continued to love him and fight the evil that haunted him throughout his life, and she was able to fight back against this evil, which showed that she was still the strongest of the two of them, she just let his genius shine, and she remained in the shadows, and it wasn't because he pushed her into it, no, she wanted it that way... Sorry for the long text. There were a lot of things in her that I find interesting and not superficial, and not what it seems at first glance. But the main thing is probably that she was strong and stubborn and loyal and could fall in love with someone about whom you can say "he is a tortured soul".
btw that's what Kate said about Richie in From Dusk till Dawn
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