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“Why, Nandor?”
Nandor looked around in the black room. There seemed to be light in the room, but there were no candles in the room. Nor any hanging chandelier to glow, or anything in the room at all. Just black walls, the floor and ceiling black as well. If they could be considered walls and ceilings.
The room felt infinite and yet tight all at once. Or maybe it was just the tightness in Nandor’s chest that made it seem like it was closing in on him. Maybe the darkness of the room was playing tricks on his mind.
“Why didn’t you tell me it wouldn’t work…”
He turned around to find Guillermo standing there. Not his current Guillermo- the one from eight years ago, when he was still so doe-eyed and sweet. Who still flinched at a human being killed, and apologized to the corpses he buried.
The familiar he tried to turn. Key word being tried.
“You lied to me”, that Guillermo cried, clutching his neck as it dripped blood. It was slipping through his fingers, running down his arm and pooling around his feet.
“Master, you said you’d turn me into a vampire!” Nandor reached for his crying familiar, but when he looked down there was blood pooling up to his ankles, the red of it the only color in the room. The only color except for his Guillermo.
He looked towards Guillermo once more, but he was different. It was his Guillermo from five years ago- he had gotten him a Halloween sweater as a gift for five years of service. He had been too scared to try again turning him then. Instead-
“Why didn’t you turn me into a vampire then?” Guillermo asked, that sweater getting stained with blood. “Why didn’t you stop Nadja and Laszlo-”
“They weren’t trying to kill you…” Nandor whispered, reaching out just for Guillermo to turn again. “What did you expect from them, walking in while they were engaging in their throwing knife sex playing time!”
“You never cared,” Guillermo intoned, turning away from Nandor’s hand as it reached towards him. “Never…”
He could feel the blood rising up past his knees, the warmth cruel against the cold black room. He just kept bleeding out, even when Nandor tried looking away. He couldn’t keep his eyes away for long.
“You tried to get rid of me” his Guillermo spoke, or more groaned out. He was beaten and bruised, the blood dripping from the many cuts and scrapes covering his body, through the hospital gown he wore.
“I didn’t mean to drop you, Guillermo…” Nandor spoke. He could feel the warm blood dripping down his face. Maybe had been falling this entire time, but it was the first time he heard the dripping blood so close to him, adding to the river of blood soaking up into his clothes, into his skin.
“You want me dead!” Guillermo cried out. “Another virgin to feed to your friends, another wasted familiar life!”
“Guillermo, please!”
“NO!” Guillermo yelled out, “I’m done waiting for you, done wasting my life for you…”
He looked into the blood coming up towards his chin before looking Nandor directly in his eyes. Nandor felt the blood soaking into his own chest as he met Guillermo’s gaze.
“I’m done trusting you.” Guillermo whispered. “Goodbye Nandor…”
With that, he slipped into the waves of blood, and the blood sea turned into a storm, sloshing around the darkened room. For as Guillermo fell under the wave, he took the light of the world with him. The only thing left was the blood, the warm blood steadily cooling around, slowly darkening. All the color of the world, all the light, all the height, was leaving along with Guillermo, under the waves.
“No-” Nandor’s voice cracked out. “No! GUillerMO!”
He screamed, the waves crashing over him, pulling him under with their strength. He fought it as best he could, fighting to resurface only for the waves to claim him once more. But every time he surfaced, he’d scream out for him, scream out for Guillermo to help him, to forgive him, to save him.
“Guillermo!”
Save him with his humanity, how he always brought such joy into Nandor’s life. How he kept him feeling young. He learned more about the world from Guillermo and his little internet box. From his stories.
“Guillermo!”
And now he was all alone fighting, soaked in Guillermo’s blood, choking on it.
“GUILLERMO!”
“NANDOR!”
Nandor launched out of his coffin, knocking it off its base and cracking into the ground. He scrambled out of it, his heart pounding in phantom heart beats and wild eyes searching the room. Only to see him standing in the doorway, stake clutched in hand and eyes determined yet scared.
“Guillermo…” Nandor whispered into the room, feeling the heated blood gather in the corner of his eyes.
“Nan-mast-...” Guillermo stuttered to a stop, looking around the room and lowering his stake. “What’s going o-”
He was caught off guard, Nandor crashing into him, wrapping his arms tightly around the smaller frame and pressing in tight, caught him off guard. He heard the shifting of fabric as Guillermo slipped his weapon away. And then there were warm, dry arms pressing into him, pulling him in close.
They stayed like that for a while.