#tidal story

[laurentidal]

Leave It Open

Tiffany walked out of the hypnosis show, mind still reeling. Her friends were howling at all the things that the hypnotist had managed to make her do. She'd clucked like a chicken. She barked like a dog. She'd even done a pole dance without the damn pole.

Or so they said.

Tiffany herself had no real memory of the event. She remembered her friends goading her into volunteering for the show. She remembered walking up on stage and watching the hypnotist swing his watch in front of her eyes. She remembered that feeling as her mind got slippery and began to slide away from her control. The last thing she remembered was the hypnotist telling her that no matter what she needed to be open; she needed to open her mind to him and leave it open. Then she woke up back in her seat, groggy and confused and the center of attention.

They walked to the bar down the street as her three friends' laughs about the displays died off and the conversation moved to other things. Gina's ex-boyfriend drama and Molly's job. By the time they had sat at the bar, the topic of Tiffany's performance was all but forgotten. She handed her card to the bartender when she ordered her first drink and he asked if she wanted to just order the one drink or leave her tab open?

Something fluttered in the back of Tiffany's mind and for just a second, she wasn't Tiffany anymore. "Leave it open," she said automatically. The sentence was so short and the effect so minimal that no one noticed the change that had come over her, herself included.

One drink became two became three. The girls got a little drunker and a little louder and a little more animated. Tiffany stretched and a button on her top popped open, exposing more of her cleavage. Molly blushed slightly and gestured to Tiffany to rebutton her top. Tiffany looked down and felt that flutter again.

"Leave it open," she muttered softly as she waved off Molly dismissively.

The night dragged on and Molly ordered a ride for them. But something in the back of Tiffany's mind wasn't ready for the night to end. Nothing triggered her enough to bring the words to her lips, but when the car arrived to get them, Tiffany decided to stay at the bar. Her friends gone and the bar emptying out little by little, Tiffany took to chatting with the bartender who'd taken her card. Another of Tiffany's buttons had "accidentally" come undone as the chatting had turned to flirting. He wasn't as pure-of-heart as Molly was. He didn't suggest she cover up.

Finally, the curfew came, and the bartender locked the door, leaving the two of them alone.

"Leave it open," Tiffany said as the lock clicked, and he smiled.

"Can't do that, love." He walked over to her, her legs spread wide on the barstool. He placed his hands on her thighs, stepping between them. "You can leave these open, though."

"Leave them open," she echoed, just a little too robotically. Suddenly, the repeated phrase he'd been hearing all night from her and the conversation he'd heard from a couple other patrons about the hypnotist down the street seemed to click in his mind. He reached up and pulled open her shirt, exposing the lingerie underneath. It wasn't hard with how few buttons were still holding it.

"Do you want to cover up?" he asked, testing his theory.

"Leave it open." He swore he could see the light blink out of her eyes for just that moment.

He pulled on her chin lightly, causing her mouth to drop slack. "Leave it open."

"Leave it open," she said, slurring through her stuck-open lips. Drool began to leak slowly and seemingly unnoticed. Each time she repeated it, less of her seemed to return. Finally, he touched her forehead with his finger.

"Leave it open."

Her eyes finally went completely blank. Her eyelids drooped. Her arms went limp, causing the top that was hanging open to fall completely to the floor.

"My mind is open, Master."

The bartender let his eyes and his hands wander across her body. He'd been hoping he could take her home tonight since the minute she walked in. She'd been planning on letting him. But this made things just so much more interesting.

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Oh my goodness, everyone. I’m honestly in shock—I just hit 1k followers today, and I feel so incredibly grateful for each and every one of you. I never could have imagined that my little corner here would turn into such a warm, welcoming space, filled with the most amazing people. Thank you for being here, for your kindness, for sharing in my fics, my ramblings, and every small joy and moment in between. It’s a dream come true, and I feel so lucky to have all of you here with me.

To celebrate, I’ve decided we should do something special because this truly feels like such a big milestone. Whether you’ve been here since the beginning or just joined, you’ve made this space a little brighter, and I’ll forever be grateful for that. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for making this journey so memorable.

Here’s to many more memories together. 🥂

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Tell me a bit about yourself—your likes, dislikes, favourite movie/book, and ideal winter date—and I’ll match you with a character from my favourite fandoms.

ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ɪɴ ᴀ ꜱʜᴇʟʟ 🦪

Tell me your favorite trope, character, and song, and I’ll write a short drabble based on it!

ꜰʀᴏꜱᴛ ʙɪᴛᴇ ❄️

Choose a prompt from the list and a character, and I’ll write a little drabble for you based on it!

ꜱᴜʀꜰ ʙᴏᴀʀᴅꜱ 🏄🏻‍♀️

Think of a character and a situation, and I’ll create a moodboard to capture the vibe.

ᴛɪᴅᴀʟ ꜰᴀᴠᴇꜱ 🌊

Pick a character and a trope, and I’ll suggest some fics for it—either my own or by some of my favourite writers.

ɢᴜɪᴅᴇʟɪɴᴇꜱ

⋆ Everyone is welcome to join in, and I’m excited to see your requests!

⋆ Please send different requests in separate messages to help me keep track.

⋆ Taking a quick look at these will help things go smoothly for us both.

⋆ I see and appreciate each message—sending requests multiple times can slow things down.

⋆ I’ll be getting to everyone, but I also have responsibilities outside of Tumblr. Your patience means the world.

Thank you all for being part of this! Your support truly makes this celebration special.

MASTERLIST

[ectowoomy]

Tidal Rush

dunno when the next cringetober art will be so here's some older callie and marie art

[napalmzombie]

miscellaneous cds | PNGs

[jellynotbees]

Ironically, of my three cotl au Lambs, Tidally Locked Au Lamb is the worst at swimming lmao.

…..anyway I’m thinking of very VERY late au Sirender (who at this point has established he is not going to eat them) helping them learn how to swim, reassuring them that he won’t let them drown, letting them hang onto him and get a feel for the water. The trust they put into him to not hurt them, as compared to at the beginning when they wouldn’t even go near the water’s edge. He ends up turning from their biggest fear in the water to their biggest comfort/support.

[writershapeholeonthedoor]

EXCUSE ME??

I had no idea I would open up my Instagram today and see Ms SARAH CATHERINE PAULSON on LILY RABE'S STORY!!!!

Gosh, how I missed my MOMS™️

[lumoakes]

Audio Drama Sunday (16/6-24)

Okay so I kind of didn't get around to doing Audio Drama Sunday for three weeks so. Here's a summary of my listening history for the past three weeks.

First of all, I've gotten further into @storiesfromylelmore and this show is so cute! I'm so invested in the friendship between these kids, and it's so nice to listen to after a long day.

I listened to the first episode of @thefinderskeeperpod and oooh I love the vibes of this one. The characters have a lot of personality and the storyline has a lot of mystery and depth to it that I would love to delve further into. What an exciting project!

@working-tidal-pod was such a fun time. This comedy sure is situational, and has a lot of heart to it. A creative concept that I would love to see more of.

In addition, I got a little bit carried away and have listened to the first 84 episodes of @woebegonepod this past week, give or take two days. And uhh needless to say, I absolutely adore it. I can hardly articulate my thoughts but I love all of these characters, I love the time travel, and oh god shit is going down constantly.

I think this just about covers it. Tune in to the 5th episode of @wanderersjournalpod which I'm the producer of this tuesday if you want! It's one of my personal favorite episodes, so I'm excited to share it.

[bumblebeeappletree]

Final Fantasy VII community have you heard about

✨🌿Solarpunk🌱✨

Solarpunk is a lot like cyberpunk where you’re fighting companies and the unjust system that rules that are destroying the planet and the ability to hold live on it. And the goal is to find a balance to live together with technology and nature and become sustainable for the planet.

(Sounds kinda familiar huh? 👀)

Typically a lot of Solarpunk stories take place after the fight has been won and these systems are in place. Ultimately it’s kinda like a utopia but we all have to constantly work to make our lives and the places we live in a better place as utopias are actually well. Impossible.

But Final Fantasy VII? After the downfall of Shinra? Everyone working together to help heal the planet and work on energy sources that won’t drain the planet is just prime for Solarpunk.

This post is just a little introduction for Solarpunk because I’m sure not everyone want a full on essay on what Solarpunk is. But if this interests you, take a look at the Solarpunk tag and some Solarpunk books for inspiration 👀

[story-weavr]

Quick Question for Transformers Fandom:

Why aren’t there more Megatron X Tidal Wave?

Not only is it canon in the Unicron trilogy, it has a lot of potential.

Can you imagine a giant Decepticon (who probably isn’t that way naturally!) who can’t speak well but has a bit a romantic streak?

A Decepticon who can’t convey his/her feelings to their leader (insert whatever reasons for falling in love/ joining decepticons) bc:

A) not his place -> hero worships their leader

B) not confident enough due to their body -> way too big and can’t even speak well _ Megatron deserved better

C) is petrified of earning Megatron’s disgust or disfavor -> most important thing to Tidal Wave is being useful to the embodiment of the Decepticon cause

(Being useful is the reason Tidal Wave has such a huge body_ a secret mobile Decepticon base for Seekers)

So imagine after the war, when Megatron is hell of a lot calmer after losing-dying multiple times

AND Tidal Wave can finally shed their large frame (and put back on if necessary) for a more lithe one so that he/she/they can interact more with Megatron.

And a while later, Magatron and Tidal Wave actually become Conjux.

[see-arcane]

I have only watched the Hellsing OVAs, and something interesting is that Alucard compares Anderson to the Crew Of Light (only the men though, sigh). He says although they were mere humans, they possessed the will to destroy a monster such as himself. So Alucard looks forward to being killed by a gallant human like him.

This changes when Anderson chooses to use the Nail of Helena on himself to become a monster on an equal level to Alucard. With Anderson having sacrificed all of his humanity in exchange for power, Alucard says Anderson is no longer worthy of being the one to destroy him.

This is a good concept, and is why things like the sidelining of Mina irk me; she fought so hard not to become 100% a monster, while hunting him. Jonathan had his "a man may sleep, as a man!" resolve while climbing the cliff. And it would have felt fitting to, along with Integra, have the descendant/s of the two who clung to their humanity encounter the monster who has this "only a human can destroy a monster" principle.

At this point, the Harkers getting either sidelined or rewritten into crappy caricatures of themselves is a given in -checks notes- Every Single Dracula adaptation and/or spinoff

So I'm kind of numb to it at this point

[laurentidal]

Monitored Activity

The email had come from IT right at the beginning of the workday with the subject line "Attn HR. Problematic Monitored Activity."

Dear Miss Villanova, In accordance with company policy, we are writing to inform you that employee Joseph Ulish was found to be acting in violation of the company's internet usage policies during our last audit of online activity. We are attaching evidence for your review and action. Thank you, Martin Shore, IT Dept. Head

Lily gave a long sigh. It was the first time an employee had been caught looking at porn on company time, though it was certainly bound to happen eventually. She took a breath and gave herself a little hope. Who knows. Maybe it wasn't porn at all. Maybe Joe was on poker stars or he was shit talking the company on social media.

But as she opened the attached list of websites, she knew that those hopes were false ones.

Sixty-two websites were enumerated and organized by the date of first access. Accompanying the list was a breakdown of how many times each site had been visited and how long he had spent there. Lily whistled softly to her empty office. With these kind of numbers, it was a miracle Joe had gotten any work done. At the very least, he should be getting fired for theft of time.

She opened the first site and was shocked to see only text. Only a glance would tell you that it was almost certainly smut, but still. If he was going to try to get away with porn at work, text was certainly the most effective method for staying under the radar. And what exactly was "erotic mind control?" Out of curiosity, Lily found herself reading the whole way through the story. She wasn't too prudish to admit to herself that he might have been onto something here. Certainly not appropriate for work! But this was certainly… having an effect, shall we say. Perhaps there was some unidentified fetishes still hiding in that brain of hers.

Site number two was actual porn. Just straight up pornography videos. She closed it quickly, lingering just long enough to catch sight of a few choice body parts. She was human after all.

Sites three through eighteen were all social media pages once again dedicated to this mind control stuff. It seemed there were an impossible number of sub-genre's to this already incredibly niche thing. Lily was fascinated. The pages were stories and videos and audio notes. Most fascinating were the pages seemingly dedicated entirely to flashing gifs and spinning graphics. She found herself scrolling through them slower and slower.

She never noticed when her left hand had left her keyboard.

More porn. More smut. More porn. More spirals. More spirals. More spirals.

By the time Lily reached the fiftieth website, her pants were around her ankles. She didn't know how many times she'd brought herself to completion. Her eyes were glassy and unblinking. The words in the stories and the images and comics burned into her psyche. And oh. The spirals.

The spirals.

She wished she could stop and stare at each one forever. But she had a job to do. She had a list to complete. Link sixty-two opened to a website that Joseph had accessed just this morning before she'd arrived. The site was a full screen spiral. Black and white with streaks of red and blue that made it seem more real than reality. And in the middle there was a button that simply read "Submit?"

She clicked it immediately. The button disappeared, leaving her staring at the spiral alone. She had no more work to do. The list was complete. She could just stay like this forever.

The door to her office opened and Joseph entered, followed by Martin.

"I'm so happy you were the one who got to review my file, Miss Villanova," Joseph said. He snapped his fingers and Martin locked the office door and began to undress. "Martin here was the first to comb through my activities. He did just a good job cataloging everything, don't you think? He had to look so long and so close to compile that report. He was shooting his first load before he'd finished reading that first story, weren't you?"

"Yes, Master," Martin said dully as the pair approached.

"He tastes quite nice, Lily," Joseph said right in her ear as she helplessly masturbated to the spiral. "You'll see."

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[iamgonnagetyouback]

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MASTERLIST

ꜱɴᴏᴡᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ ⛄️

mari x fred weasley/remus lupin anon x elijah mikaelson yas x regulus black/spencer reid anon x remus lupin anon x fred weasley kira x theodore nott ira x cedric diggory lils x sirius black anon x james potter anon x harry potter emi x cedric diggory mari x ron weasley liv x sirius black squeed x neville longbottom anon x luna lovegood anon x regulus black anon x remus lupin anon x james potter anon x remus lupin disha x draco malfoy pals x regulus black

ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ɪɴ ᴀ ꜱʜᴇʟʟ 🦪

MATTHEO RIDDLE: exes to lovers with good graces by sabrina carpenter BARTY CROUCH JR: childhood friends to lovers with from the start by laufey HARRY POTTER: best friends to lovers with dress by taylor swift FRED WEASLEY: friends to lovers with begin again by taylor swift REGULUS BLACK: quidditch rivals to lovers with i don't know why i like you but i do by the wombats LORENZO BERKSHIRE: brother's best friend with talk talk by charlixcx MATTHEO RIDDLE: brother's best friend with sharpest tool by sabrina carpenter THEODORE NOTT: rivals to lovers with maroon by taylor swift

ꜰʀᴏꜱᴛ ʙɪᴛᴇ ❄️

REGULUS BLACK: #44: "Tell me three reasons why I should put up with you." "Well, for starters, I'm cute." MATTHEO RIDDLE: #20: "Who made you the boss of me?" "You did, the moment you looked at me like that." BARTY CROUCH JR: #44: "Tell me three reasons why I should put up with you." "Well, for starters, I'm cute." THEODORE NOTT: #29: "Are you flirting with me or just bored?" "Maybe I'm bored of you not flirting back." REMUS LUPIN: #73: "Are you flirting with me?" "Depends. Is it working?" HARRY POTTER: #44: "Tell me three reasons why I should put up with you." "Well, for starters, I'm cute." HARRY POTTER: #40: "You know, I could kiss you right now." "Then maybe you should stop talking and start doing." #42: "Are you okay?" "Only when you're around." #43: "You’re like my favorite person." "I better be the only person." JAMES POTTER: #48: "I’m not cute." "Sure, keep telling yourself that." JAMES POTTER: #9: "You can't just say things like that!" "Why? Because it makes you blush?" THEODORE NOTT: #10: "Don't leave." "You know I have to." "No, you choose to." #14: "Don't you dare cry." "No, you don’t get to tell me how to feel." THEODORE NOTT: #5: "Just stay with me a little longer… please?" "A little longer isn't going to make this hurt any less." HARRY POTTER: #4: "If you don't stop apologizing, I swear I'll—" "You'll what?" "I'll kiss you, that's what."

ꜱᴜʀꜰ ʙᴏᴀʀᴅꜱ 🏄🏻‍♀️

JAMES POTTER: baking MATTHEO RIDDLE: listening to music together out in a field/picnic SIRIUS BLACK: surfing in the ocean during winter

ᴛɪᴅᴀʟ ꜰᴀᴠᴇꜱ 🌊

THEODORE NOTT: enemies to lovers BARTY CROUCH JR: grumpy x sunshine

finally made it <33

[daybreakrising]

the moment Osial was sealed for Beisht ( for this meme ) listen it's rage if you want to tap into it.

send me something to drabble about | always accepting tbh

Agony. That was the sensation she felt first - a ripping, tearing, searing pain at her core, as though hands that burned cold had taken her heart within their grip and torn it clean in two. She stopped short in her path, her serpentine body twisting and coiling in immediate reaction to that sudden, agonising ache. And her mind, instantly, turned to her husband.

Osial. Something has happened to Osial.

The vast seas of her home are a constant conduit of emotion to a hydro dragon such as herself, and her beloved felt so strongly that every shift of his mood could be felt for miles upon miles. She had always known when his anger was triggered, when melancholy overtook him, when something delighted him - no matter where she was within Teyvat's oceans. She felt the ebb and flow within her storm's heart as clearly and as strongly as if it were her own.

And now... now she could feel him no longer. There was a fleeting, terrifying moment of emptiness - and then the chasm of his absence filled with a boiling rage. Jaws opened to release a feral scream that tossed the water into violent waves destined to assault shores and unsuspecting vessels; a scream that sent ocean critters scattering in terror, that shattered drifting or fallen debris. A scream that summoned dark clouds overhead and torrential, lashing rain.

Her eyes blazed bright as she altered her course, propelled herself forward at top speed in the direction of home, fuelled by the rage that pulsed within her draconic heart. Her beloved, her storm - gone. Dead? She could not tell. Their connection was severed, his essence lost. If he lived, then he lived beyond her reach.

Morax, she cursed with vengeful bitterness, hatred rising to join rage in a violent dance. She had no doubt who was to blame, for who else could ever hope to defeat Osial? Who else would dare to stand against him, to drive the knife of betrayal ever deeper into his back? I will drown your pathetic city, she vowed, I will assault your shores until those precious humans of yours curse your name for bringing this wrath upon them. I will delight in your pain as you watch them die, gasping for breath as they sink into the depths of my domain.

She cursed their old friend, cursed the heavens that pit them against each other. She raged over the tatters of their once peaceful existence, over the war that had separated her from her husband in this crucial moment. Too far - she was too far to help, travelling long distances to seek allies to their cause, to scrape at any power they might call friend. I should not have left him. If I had been there-

If she had been there, at least she could have fallen with him.

Grief permeated the rage, the hatred, but rather than dampen the fire, it became yet more fuel. She would not make it back in time to aid him, to save him, but she would avenge him. If death had parted them, she would raise a storm upon Liyue in his name - but if there was a chance to revive him, to bring him back to her... she would stop at nothing to make that happen.

Morax, she vowed, you will regret this betrayal. No one can doubt the power of the earth, but mountains fall and the ground quakes... and there is nothing that erodes earth faster and more brutally than the ocean.

[myhughniverse]

TIDAL - High Fidelity Music Streaming

[shiverhohojiro]

beyond figuring out what an oc's actual title would be, I think it is fun to determine what title pieces they'd be drawn to using... How they'd describe themselves, what they think is funny. Sometimes along the way you find out who would use the head suffix for nefarious purposes.

[tidalwhump]

Untitled Bloodbag Story - Panic

Previous , Masterlist

Taglist: @deluxewhump , @whumpycries , @mylifeisonthebookshelf

Warnings: Vampire, blood, broken arm, strangulation, consensual drug use.

If the boy had been paying attention and not hysterically crying and mumbling to himself, he would have noticed that the man was driving away from the vampires’ lair.

The boy tried to take deep breaths, but every breath he took made him break into more tears and start mumbling to himself, cursing and swearing the vampires and all they’d done to him, and cursing this vampire and what he was surely going to do to him.

It felt long, but yet not long at all before the car turned. The boy had had time to calm down, now taking deep breaths and only shedding the occasional tear, but turning down that gravel drive flipped a switch in him, and drove him feral.

Sitting up in his seat like a lightning bolt, the boy looked to the vampire in the driver's seat. He wrapped his arm around the vampire’s neck and held it there with his other hand, squeezing as hard as he could. The vampire swerved off the drive and onto the lawn, slamming on the breaks and stopping the car.

He reached up with lightning speed and grabbed the boy’s arm, there was a sickening crack, and the boy screamed. The vampire effortlessly pried the boy’s arm off of his neck and cast it to the side. The boy cradled his broken arm in his hand, crying and wailing. He looked down at his arm, blood everywhere, bone sticking out through the skin, and had to look away quickly before he passed out.

The door behind the boy was opened, and hands reached in, grabbing around his torso and pulling him out of the car. The boy kicked and screamed, trying to elbow the vampire in the face with his good arm, but the vampire held him tightly in his arms. When the hit finally landed though, the vampire had had enough.

He threw the boy onto the ground, knocking all the air out of him, and pinned him down at the wrists, kneeling over top of his chest. The boy tried to kick him off, get up, do something, but it was no use, the vampire was much, much stronger than he could ever hope to be.

“Let me go! Let me go, you bloodsucking leech!” The boy yelled as he struggled.

“Stop! Stop!” The vampire demanded as he held the boy down. “Stop! I’m trying to help you goddammit!”

“Help me? Help me? By bringing me back to that — that vampire lair? How the fuck is that helping?”

“Look around!” The vampire yelled. “This isn’t some fucking vampire lair, it’s my goddamn house!”

The boy’s eyes widened, and he slowly stopped fighting, turning his head to look at the house they were fighting on the lawn of. He wouldn’t really call it a house, more like a fricken mansion, but still, it was not the vampire lair he’d been trapped in for three weeks.

He turned back to the vampire. “But… But you’re a vampire…”

“And?” The vampire sat back, releasing the boy’s arms seeing as he stopped fighting.

The boy sat up a bit, looking up to the vampire sitting on his chest. “Why would you help me?”

“I may be hundreds of years old, but that doesn’t mean I’m a monster.” The vampire stood and reached a hand out to the boy on the ground. “Now get up, the sun’s almost up.”

The boy hesitated. Surely this was some sort of sick prank, there was no way a vampire would actually help him, especially bleeding and half naked on the side of the road, a perfect snack under the stars just waiting for someone to eat him up.

Scared out of his mind, the boy really didn’t have a choice. He was exhausted, had a broken arm and wanted nothing more than to have a good meal and a nice sleep. Hopefully, if he went with this vampire, he might get those things. He wondered what he’d have to give in return though.

He reached up and took the vampire’s hand with his good arm, letting the man pull him into a standing position. As soon as he was upright though, he stumbled, all of the pain snowballing so when he stood, he became dizzy and faltered.

The vampire caught him in his strong arms as he stumbled, and swiftly picked him up, carrying him towards the house. The boy rested his head on the vampire’s shoulder and looked up to the stars before they entered the house.

It was dark and quiet and unnaturally cold in the house. The vampire carried the boy through the house and down stairs into a finished basement. He set the boy in a heap beside a wood stove in the back corner and knelt down beside it, preparing to light it. The boy looked around, there was a small sitting room by the stairs at the other side of the room, a dining room between him and the sitting room and a small kitchenette around the wood stove. There also seemed to be a sort of bedroom underneath the stairs, separated by a wall and a corner.

The boy watched as the vampire lit the wood stove and closed the door, the fire, with the vampire’s skill, quickly taking light. The vampire got up, disappeared around the corner, and came back with two fur blankets in his hands. He laid one out on the floor beside the boy, and placed the other around the boy’s shoulders. The blanket was the softest he’d ever felt, although cold.

“Here, you can sleep by the fire for now, when the room is warmer you can use the bed.” The vampire told him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

The boy held out his broken arm, the bleeding had stopped, but it still hurt like hell. “...My arm…”

The vampire made a hmm noise, then went back up the stairs, and returned a few minutes later with pills and a glass of water in hand.

He held out two small purple pills out to the boy. “Take these, they’ll make you sleep, I’m sure you need it. When you wake up I’ll have a better look at your arm.”

The boy hesitated. Could he really trust this vampire?

“How do I know that I can trust you? That you aren’t going to hurt me like… like the others?” The boy asked.

The vampire looked up to the sky. “You just have to have a little faith, I’ve heard humans are quite good at that.”

The boy looked from the vampire’s hand to his eyes and back again. Screw it. He thought. He’s been through enough, and a little sleep sounds nice.

“Please, just, just let me sleep for a while, heal, you can hurt me after, if you really want to.” The boy bargained.

The vampire sighed. “I’m not going to hurt you, just take them.”

The boy held out his hand and the pills were gently placed in it. He popped them in his mouth, then took the glass of water and took a drink to wash them down. He gulped down the water, having not had a good drink in awhile, and handed the glass back to the vampire.

The vampire chuckled, “someone’s thirsty.”

The boy just nodded, looking back to the fire. He was still wet and cold, but the fire was certainly helping to warm and dry him, so he scooted him and his blanket closer.

The vampire watched intently as the boy — the dizziness hitting him all at once — lay down on the blanket on the floor and covered up his lower half with the top blanket.

Within minutes the boy had passed out, his eyes closed and his breathing even, the shivering gone. Standing over the boy, the vampire pulled out his phone and dialed a number, and talked to someone on the other side as he watched over the boy. When their conversation was over, he reached down and pulled the blanket up over the boy’s shoulder, then left.