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He gave Nandor a quizzical look but didn’t ask further. He trusted that whatever his Master had in mind would be worthwhile. And Nandor began plotting.
And if on Thursday he casually asked if Guillermo assumed most freshly turned vampires would seek sex after being turned- ‘he was asking for a friend planning on turning their familiar!’ he’d claim.
Lying was so easy for the young familiar. He was so trusting, Nandor didn’t even have to use his very impressive hypnosis skills for the task of misleading Guillermo. If he thought about it too much, he may feel guilty.
So he didn’t think about it, or how delicate the fluster that took over Guillermo’s plump cheeks when Nandor asked. Or how those eyes darted away as he met Nandor’s own wishes in kind. Like a well made match.
Friday came, and with it a full moon. Perfect for a transformation. He had cleaned his room, set it up with any way of the night going.
There was a bucket tucked to the side of the couch, with a pack of wet wipes he had Guillermo buy earlier in the week. A few human water bottles to rinse the mouth of any human food that had been taken before the event.
He did keep Guillermo busy late into Thursday night with a movie marathon. He was rather fond of The Princess Bride, as he could imagine himself as a mere stable hand, so fortunate as to live to tend to the horses. Of being daring and well-witted, to do what is needed to keep their loved one safe.
Nandor stayed awake past sunrise, safe behind the blackout curtains and Guillermo’s window preparations. All to keep Guillermo awake and at his side, so that he’d sleep through the day and be ready for this night.
Virgin blood is a wonderful delicacy, of course. But Nandor had to admit- having caught the scent of that blood once when Guillermo was so foolish as to get hurt in front of him- there was something special about his dear familiar’s blood.
Like an aphrodisiac from Al Quolindar. It was an indescribable scent, something warm and sweet, more precious than gold. If Guillermo didn’t have such a brilliant mind and such dedication towards being a splendid vampire… He’d have been an excellent thrall to keep at Nandor’s side forever more.
But, as it stood, the delicacy would only be for tonight and tonight only, instead he’d be allowed to revel in Guillermo’s company for the rest of eternity. That plush back end definitely sweetened the deal as well.
Guillermo came into his room around 7, and Nandor smiled at how the shorter man jumped with a shriek when he found Nandor already awake and standing in his room.
Nandor wouldn’t admit it Guillermo, how excited he was for this. The last time he had allowed a mortal this close to him and turned her- it was a night of ecstasy… and a morning of an empty bedside.
Sex in a coffin is terrible unless it is open or both are bats. Otherwise, it's a concussion awaiting. Concussions are boner killers. Not the Nandor ever had this happen. He was just… very smart in the ways of love making!
At first, Nandor was rather awkward with it as Guillermo ended up looking around the room. Nandor had lit his own candles- though they weren’t the usual ones. These ones were a deep red, giving a rose scent to the room. It wasn’t as well lit as it would usually be, but it would be easier like this.
And as the two made uncomfortable small talk, Nandor started to wish the shadows could swallow him up. Because maybe he was looking too hopefully at this. He could feel the beat less heart in his chest tighten, as if it would race with nerves if it still beaten his own blood.
“What is it that you wanted to see me for tonight?” Guillermo asked, all shyness as he slowly stepped towards Nandor. His hair was still wet from his shower, pushed back but slowly curling back to life. He wore an open sweater, still another shade of beige, but with a simple button up shirt on, buttoned to the very top. It would do for now.
“Guillermo-” Nandor purred out, gently placing his hand atop Guillermo’s shoulder. “Do you know how long it's been that you’ve been my familiar here?”
“Oh!” Guillermo chirped, looking away bashfully. “A little over three years now…”
“Oh, a year…” Nandor replied, keeping his cheeky grin to himself at Guillermo’s little pout. “And what have you done over this year you’ve spent with us?”
Guillermo seemed confused and even a little put out. Maybe it was the hunter in Nandor, who enjoyed tormenting his little familiar so much. But he knew this could be his last chance to lord himself over Guillermo.
“Well,” Nandor began when Guillermo floundered, glaring ever so at the carpet. “You’ve been one of the best familiars I’ve had.” He sighed, pressing a hand to the couch as he pulled out a sad performance. He was acting sad, his performance was actually really good, thank you very much. Nandor would tell you even!
“Which makes it a shame that you will no longer be my familiar after tonight…” He sat upon the arm of the couch there, turning his back to Guillermo. But his eyes watched Guillermo through the mirror ahead of him.
He thought his silly prank would make him laugh more at his familiar’s confusion and anger, but he wasn’t expecting the sadness to overtake those soft features. It hurt him a little to see it, but he was willing to try and see this through.
“What…” Guillermo whispered, seeming to himself before turning his eyes from the carpet to look at Nandor. “What did you say?”
“That after tonight…” Nandor spoke again, slowly and looking away so as not to laugh and break the funny rouse. “You shall no longer be my familiar…”
He expected begging or yelling, not the gentle hand under his chin, tilting that haughty piece of him down to face the very human eyes looking up at him so sadly and so sweetly.
“What did I do wrong?” Guillermo asked, sweeping a warm thumb over that cold cheek. Nandor barely kept the shiver at bay. He hadn’t been so tenderly touched since his horse Johan, who’ d knocked his nose against his brow when Nandor was stressed.
Nandor could only mumble out a huh, suddenly relaxing into that warm hand pressing into him so carefully. So Guillermo asked again, oh so carefully into the gentle silence between them.
“Nothing” Nandor mumbled, foolishly pressing a kiss to the palm there. It was too tempting, he could smell the blood as it ran through the pulse. And how it sped up under the skin as he pressed his lips gently in. He pulled back to look into Guillermo’s eyes once more.
“It’d just be too weird to still consider you my familiar-” Nandor spoke, allowing his fanged smile to spill out as he reached out to Guillermo. “-when I turn you into a vampire, silly!”
If he thought those eyes shined bright before when looking at Nandor, oh they sparkled in the candlelight now. His cheeks curled into his eyes, those shining eyes welling up with-
“Guillermo, why are you crying?” Nandor called out, reaching out and finally touching that warm face, as Guillermo curled into his palm. He was smiling, but there were tears streaking down that face.
“You ass hole,” Guillermo grumbled through a bright smile, only to press a kiss to Nandor’s palm in reply. “You scared me- I thought you were getting rid of me….”
“Never…’ Nandor whispered into the half lit room. He couldn’t take it back, and he wouldn’t want to either. Hope was a terrible drug, one he still couldn’t kick despite it trying to kill him many times before.
Hesitantly, Nandor pulled Guillermo closer, pressing a soft kiss to the other’s forehead. Guillermo pulled back to look back into Nandor’s eyes before looking at those vampiric lips. And suddenly, without either consciously trying, they’re kissing.
Lips moving against each other, Guillermo pressing into him. They kept to their kissing, even as Guillermo presses too tightly towards Nandor, spilling the pair into the seat of the couch. Not like either noticed much, far too drawn into pressing as much as they could against the other.
And like that, the pair was fumbling with clothes, Guillermo’s hands far more trained in disrobement. What Nandor lacked in skill he made up for in passion, tearing the buttons of the shirt, Guillermo having shed the sweater after Nandor struggled with it enough.
Guillermo gasped, pulling out of the kiss and resting his forehead against Nandor’s. He couldn’t help but laugh breathlessly against Nandor, who greedily drank in the sound, feeling it reverberate in his chest as well.
“When you were asking for a friend?” Guillermo asked, a cockiness slipping into that supposedly innocent face. Nandor couldn’t help the embarrassment at being caught. But it hurt less when that soothing laugh spilled into the air once more, warming him more than any memory of the sun could.
“Alright, Guillermo” Nandor caved in, a finger reaching after an escaped curl that slipped over his brow. His hair was getting longer. It was the perfect length for Nandor to muse, and he looked forward to possibly doing so later this evening.
“You caught me…” He looked at Guillermo with mischief, just to find his feelings returned by the young man straddling his lap so proudly. “What are you going to do with me?”
They shared many kisses, and once they were drunk on each other like that, Nandor trailed the kisses to Guillermo’s cheek, along his jaw, and down that warm neck. And with a whispered question met with readiness, he sunk his teeth in.
Most would wince in pain at the feeling of vampire teeth digging in, but Guillermo let out a pleased little sound, those fingers combing through his hair like it was the most natural thing.
He would have made quite an intoxicating thrall, how he seemed to deeply enjoy being taken from in this way. Or more giving himself over. Nandor didn’t think to deeply. He was struggling against the hypnotic scent the blood gave him, lulling him to peace.
He didn’t want to stop. But he didn’t want to lose Guillermo even more. So he ran his tongue over the wound, still weeping blood out. He pulled his own wrist to his lips, piercing it with his fangs before offering it to Guillermo.
Who pulled it to his lips, kissing the wound before dipping his tongue to the blood… And that’s when Guillermo fell backwards. Nandor barely managed to catch him. He grabbed Guillermo at the back of neck, looking at how much blood had poured out of his beloved familiar’s poor neck. And was still pouring out.
Usually, vampires can seal the wounds on their victims or future sired vampires. But it didn’t seem to take. So Nandor tried again, pulling Guillermo tightly into his arms once more. He licked at the wound, at the thin blood slipping down his neck.
But it wouldn’t stop. And that quick heart beat was slowing under his hands. Guillermo wasn’t responding to Nandor, no matter how loud he got. He couldn’t rouse Guillermo.
But he did rouse Colin Robinson who said something about breakfast, but the joke didn’t land when he found Nandor on the floor of his room, pressing his cloak into Guillermo’s neck and weeping out the freshly claimed blood.
“Why won’t it stop?” Nandor whispered into the room, pulling Guillermo close as he held him. “He won’t- he won’t stop bleeding-”
“Well, if he didn’t drink all those energy drinks and coffee during the day today” Colin Robinson replied, squatting next to Nandor and looking with his best impression of concern. “His blood would be a little thicker. Caffeine is a blood thinner.”
“How do you know this?” Nandor asked, rocking Guillermo in his arms as the tears kept slipping down those pale cheeks.
“Well, I tried working at a hospital…” Colin Robinson spoke, going on about having a turf war against a new jersey doctor who was also an energy vampire who fed off his own egotism and other’s annoyance. Far to powerful for Colin Robinson. Part of why he moved to Staten Island, actually.
All Nandor could do was listen to that slow heart beat… and hope it wouldn’t stop because of his recklessness at drinking too much from Guillermo. Eventually, Colin Robinson pulled Nandor’s cloak from Guillermo’s neck to check on the wound.
It closed, so Colin worked Nandor through properly bandaging it up and cleaning it- the medically approved way. Even after everything was safe, Nandor kept watch over Guillermo, eventually cleaning Guillermo’s blood-covered chest and redressing him. He let Guillermo rest on the couch and stayed by his side as he slept.
A few days later, Guillermo woke up and well rested. And very sad that he seemed to have fallen asleep during whatever happened on Friday. He didn’t remember anything.
Lying was so easy when it came to the young familiar. He was so trusting, Nandor didn’t even have to use his very impressive hypnosis skills for the task of misleading Guillermo. If he thought about it too much, he may feel guilty.
For almost killing Guillermo. For being unsuccessful in turning Guillermo, even if he was sure that Guillermo did drink his blood before falling unconscious. For keeping it from him. If he thought about it at all, it’d make him feel guilty.
So he didn’t think about it.