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[Missed Call - 8:42 pm]
[1 new voicemail]
“Nandor- Nandor, it’s Guillermo. Please, please, please listen to me - I know you’re trying to figure out how to stop this message right now but I need you to hear this. I’m trapped in a coffin right now. Listen, I know it sounds ridiculous, but something’s going on with Laszlo. I was - a muffled sob - I was helping Nadja and him with their luggage and he locked me in the coffin. Nandor, please listen , there’s nothing more that I want then to be on the train with you right now. I know you’re mad. I know you’re hurt. I don’t even know if you’ll hear this. Please, Nan - his voice breaks - Nandor. Please. I will find you as soon as I can, I promise. I’m doing everything I can to get out of this fucking box. I’m coming for you. I promise."
[End of voicemail]
[Missed Call - 8:44 pm]
[2 new voicemails]
“Nandor, please ask someone how to use a phone and call me back. Please, please, Nandor. Actually, when you hear the phone going off, I need you to hit the green button with the little white telephone on it - I know you know what a telephone looks like. If you’re hearing this, please. I’m - Nandor, I’m sorry. I’ve been trying to make as much noise as I can, but no one’s down here. Nandor, when I get out, I’m going to find you, I promise. I’m so sorry, Nandor. I’m so sorry. I promise you, I don’t want to be here and I’m going to get back to you as soon as I can. Nandor, I - the sound of a lid opening - hang on, I think that’s Nadja -
“Laszlooo? Laszlo, darling, it’s Nadja, Las- her tone changes from flirty to confused - Laszlo? Why is your coffin nailed shut-”
“NADJA! NADJA, LET ME OUT!! NADJA, HELP-”
“What the fuck? Gizmo? Why are you-”
[End of voicemail]
[Missed Call - 8:56 pm]
[3 new voicemails]
“Nandor, it’s your- it’s Guillermo. Nadja got me out, she’s currently sobbing over Laszlo’s coffin. I’m trying to find a way out of this storage room, but I’m pretty sure I’ll be able to pick this lock - Nandor, please, please , I promise I didn’t abandon you. I’m coming. I promise. You’re not alone. You’re not - a lock clicks open - ah! Got it. I’m coming, Nandor. I- no, you know what? If you’re ignoring me, if - since - you’re mad, I need you to listen . Please, Nandor. I swear that I want to be with you more than anything right now, I swear that this was unintentional and that I’m not lying, and- and- he takes a deep, shaky breath - I swear that I care about you more than anything in the world, yes, more than being a vampire, and I swear that I’m coming back to you. I- well. I’m going to tell you when I hear your voice. Nandor - his voice cracks and combines with a quiet sob - I’m. I’m going to find you.”
[Incoming Call - Guillermo]
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…
“I’m ignoring you, Guillermo.”
“ Nandor, oh, thank- Nandor, please-”
“How are you making your voice play on this telephone? I did not call you.”
“It’s called a voicemail, but that’s not important, please, Nandor, I know you’re mad but I’m not lying.”
“Laszlo would not put you in a box. I do not believe you.”
“Please, Nandor- wait, wait, I’ll get Nadja, she’ll tell you.”
“Guillermo, I am not listening. Guillermo- Guillermo? What are you-”
the sound of loud crying, very obviously Nadja’s.
“Hey… hey, Nadja? Hey, I know- listen, I have Nandor on the phone, will you tell him you’re here with me?”
“He betrayed me- my Laszlo! My-” another wave of tears, interspersed with Laszlo’s name.
“Nadja, Nadja, hey, hey, come ‘ere-”
“You are not him! Go away and leave me to my misery!”
“Ah- um, yeah, yeah, ok, uh…”
Quick footsteps and the sound of a door shutting.
“See, Nandor? I told you she’s here!”
The faint sound of a train, and perhaps a small sniffle.
“Nandor, please. You heard her, please, I promise I’m telling the truth. Listen, Nandor- please.”
Silence for another moment, then quietly ,
“I thought you had left me.”
Guillermo stifles another sob. “How could I?”
“I thought you had abandoned me. I thought you- Guillermo. Guillermo, I trusted you.”
Through quiet tears , “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Nandor.”
“You broke that trust.”
“Not intentionally!” his voice raises, though from fear and despair, not anger.
Silence.
“...” definitely a sniffle this time, and with a voice more vulnerable and hesitant than Guillermo has ever heard, especially from him, “Guillermo?”
“Yes?”
“Please come back.”
A real sob this time, one full of heartbreak and fear and affection. “I promise.”
A silence of several minutes, interspersed with sniffles from Nandor’s end and muffled sobbing from Guillermo’s.
“I care about you. Nandor, I… Nandor.”
Another beat of silence, then Nandor takes in a decisive breath .
“Do not call me master anymore, Guillermo. To you, I am Nandor.”
“Okay-” his voice catches in his throat. “Okay. I’ll call you soon, okay? I need to find my way above deck, the reception’s cutting out.”
“I do not know what reception - he mispronounces the word - is.”
“It’s - his voice breaks out into a soft laugh, as shaky as the train going over the bridge on Nandor’s end - it’s what the phone needs to connect to yours.”
Nandor mutters something inaudible through the breaking-up connection.
“Ok- ok, gotta go. Nandor- Nandor, take care, ok?”
The call disconnects.