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The Tiger river placidly flowed, illuminated by the last quarter of a moon of the purest silver.
It was the end. The end of a fourteen years long journey.
Twelve years of service as a familiar. One as a vampire slayer, constantly tormented between the ancestral drive of killing vampires and the wish to become one himself, and finally the last damn year. Six month in Britain, following Nadja in both her sentimental breakdown and ascent at the top of the Vampiric Council; then the search for his Master, which finally found in a damn amusement park, at night, with a woman.
That particular part hadn't been fun at all.
But now Nandor stand opposite him, a lethal gaze on his pale face, stunning in the moonlight, his fangs dripping blood. Guillermo’s blood.
And, just a few inches apart, Guillermo, on his knees, having a hard time to breath and desperately trying to gather his strenght to stand up. He had to get rid of all his weapons to allow Nandor to bite him. All of them… except for one, thin wooden stake hidden under the sleeve of his shirt. The one he almost grabbed when he felt the deepness of the bite and the hard sucking, taking away his blood and strenght while his heart furiously beated in a mix of fear and excitement. In the middle of a drunk dizziness, his senses screamed that something wasn’t right, that his master had probably lost control, and that he was risking to get killed. His hand had moved towards the stake. But then Nandor had released him, walked a fews steps away, and now he was staring at him. Then, his predator look switched to a softer expression.
They were both panting now.
‘I never meant to make you a vampire.’
Those words cut the stillness of the air.
Guillermo made an effort and, with a grunt sound, stood up. His head was spinning and he put his hand on the neck wound from which blood was still actively dripping.
Nandor licked his lips, closed his eyes for a long second, then spoke again.
‘You’ve witnessed my struggle in these years we spent together, Guillermo.”
Oh yes, he did.
Nandor joining a cult; dating an ex girlfriend; getting depressed over every little thing.
‘I never told you how I became a vampire, Guillermo, didn’t I?’
‘You didn’t… master.’
‘It was my first wife who did this to me. Fucking girl. This was her punishment.’
‘For… what?’ Guillermo’s voice was a wisper now.
‘She couldn’t stand to share me with the others. But did she tell me how she felt? No. She gave me eternal life, knowing I wouldn’t have the courage to end it. Do you imagine what happened after?’
Nandor was smiling now, a sad, tired smile that showed his fangs, still red with blood.
‘I had to watch all my comrades and all my wifes getting old and dying. In the end, I was alone and in despair. It took me centuries to find other vampires to live with. I’m 700 and more years old, but I’m not happy at all. I didn’t find love, or satisfaction.’
Guillermo gulped.
‘In the last years, I wondered…’ Nandor stared at the moon now. ‘Should I burden him with all this? I was hoping you would simply leave me one day, Guillermo. I also tryed to hurt your feelings on purpose.’
Nandor set his eyes in Guillermo’s.
‘But I have to keep a promise now.' He was smiling again.
Guillermo was having a hard time processing all that. All those years, all that suffering, the hope, the jealousy…
‘Are you sure?’ Nandor asked.
The question was sospended in the air.
‘I’m sure, Master. At one condition, thought.’
Nandor’s eyebrows curled.
‘You will allow me to stay by your side forever, taking care of you. No more ex, non more one night stands, no more cult to join. From now, to eternity. Otherwise-‘ he swiftly summoned the wood stick in his hand.
If Nandor was scared, he didn't show it. He took a deepbreath, but chose to don't give an answer. Instead, he bit hardly his lower lips using his fangs, and closed his eyes in a surrending, trusting gesture. The blood rushed copiously, dripping from his chin and soaking his beard. He didn’t open his eyes, but felt the warmth of Guillermo getting closer and his hands holding firmly his head while his lips finally gently started licking that coveted blood.