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“Ow… my head…”
The last thing Robert remembered was Marcus hitting him so hard his skull bounced off the gas station floor. And chips. Chips everywhere.
He groaned and tried to orient himself. Carpet. His cheek was pressed against carpet. It smelled familiar. His office? He tried to push himself up, but his hands wouldn’t move. Tied behind his back.
“Wakey wakey sleepy head”
That voice. “Marcus?”
Robert rolled onto his side, and for a moment his brain refused to process what it was seeing.
“D-Donny!?”
The Don was lounging on Robert’s cramped two-man couch, taking up both seats, with Marcus standing beside him, gazing adoringly up at him.
“How- You died! I went to your funeral!” Robert blurted out before realizing how rude that sounded.
Donny chuckled softly. “You’re not wrong about that” he said, absently stroking Marcus’ long neck “The eulogy was quite touching”
Robert finally managed to sit up “But then how? How are you back? And why am I tied up?”
“It’s really quite simple” Donny said, smiling wide enough to show every tooth he had. The smile lingered. A little too long. It started trembling at the edges.
“What are you-” Robert began, then froze as the realization hit him “You’re a vampire!? Since when!?”
“Right before I got shot actually” Donny said cheerfully “I had a run-in with what I thought was a bunch of goths and-”
“Robert. Shut up” Marcus cut in, leaning so close his long finger nearly poked Robert’s eye.
“I wasn’t even talking” Robert protested, but Marcus ignored him, his focus drifting back to Donny. He began to stroke Donny’s enormous belly with unnerving tenderness. “He is oh so hungry, Robert”
Donny’s hand came down to pet Marcus’ back in return, the two of them sharing a look that made Robert’s stomach turn.
“Okay? And what am I-” The realization struck like lightning “Wait! Is that why I’m tied up!?”
“Thank you for your sacrifice, Robert” Donny said with genuine warmth “I truly appreciate it”
“No no! Let’s talk about this!” Robert scrambled backward as best he could “You don’t want my blood! I’m a reptile! I’m cold-blooded!”
Marcus began to circle him, slow and deliberate, his movements more predatory than Donny’s ever were.
Suddenly the office door flew open and smacked Marcus square in the face. The impact sent him sprawling backward onto the carpet with a soft, wet thud that didn’t sound right at all.
Joey’s head appeared in the doorway. “Oh, hi boss” he said casually “Is my vacuum cleaner in here?”
“What? No! Why would it be?” Robert snapped, exhausted with his employee already.
“Okay, sorry. It’s just, I’ve been looking everywhere”
“I’m in agony” Marcus groaned from the floor, his voice muffled by the carpet.
Joey leaned around the door and froze. “Oh shit! Did I hit him!?”
“Robert, help. It hurts” Marcus suddenly started flailing, as though his nerves had only just remembered what pain was.
“Help him!” Donny barked from the couch, though he made no effort to stand.
“Look at what you did!” Robert shouted at Joey, seizing the chance to redirect the chaos “You nearly killed him!”
“S-Sorry” Joey stammered and crouched down beside the writhing figure on the floor. Hesitantly, he reached out a hand.
Marcus went still. His eyes flicked up to Joey’s face. “I want a kiss”
Joey froze. “What? From me?”
“What are you doing, Marcus?” Robert hissed “Donny is right there!”
But Donny only hummed from the couch, watching with open interest. “Don’t let me stop you”
Joey looked like a man who’d just accepted death as a viable option. Marcus lifted his long, thin arms toward him, beckoning with eerie patience.
Joey swallowed “Just a small one, okay?”
He bent down, hesitant and trembling, and Marcus yanked him the rest of the way. Their mouths collided in a messy, wet sound that made Robert flinch. Joey immediately started struggling, gagging, his muffled protests rising in pitch.
Robert glanced toward Donny, who was watching intently, biting his lower lip with something close to delight. “Mmm, Marcus is really getting in there”
At last, Marcus released Joey, who staggered back and gasped for air. “T-The tongue!” he choked out “It went down my throat! I thought I was gonna suffocate!”
“You get used to it” Donny said, smiling with lazy fondness “It becomes part of the fun” He extended a hand toward Marcus. “Come. Let me taste him”
Joey clutched his throat, voice trembling. “What the fuck?”
Marcus waddled over to the undead Don and practically climbed up his immense frame. Their mouths met, tongue first, and Donny answered with a low hum that choked as Marcus pushed deeper and deeper.
“I’ll go look for the vacuum cleaner in storage” Joey murmured to Robert
“You’re staying here” Donny ordered from the couch “And you can go, Robert”
“Thank you, Mr Don” Robert scrambled to his feet, relief making his voice too eager “Thank you so much”
“Why do I have to stay?” Joey protested, but his shoulders slumped the instant he tried to move. As always, he had already given up.
“I like your taste” Donny said, as if naming a flavor “Robert is right. Reptile blood is nasty”
“Okay” Robert shot back, indignant even as his feet found the path to the door “It’s not that bad”
“Go, Robert” Marcus said in his flat, monotone voice and Robert snapped out of it and bolted for the exit. He paused in the doorway and called back, practical even now “Are you going to kill him? I kinda need him to come to work tomorrow. He’s my only janitor”
Donny’s smile was all teeth as he closed the distance to Joey and took the janitor’s trembling arm in a grip that was almost gentle “Don’t worry” he said “For you, Robert, I’ll only drain him to the brink of death”
“Thank you, Mr Don” Robert folded his hands “You’re too kind. Don’t be late tomorrow Joey”
“O-Okay, boss” Joey stammered.
The last thing Robert saw before he shut the door was Donny sinking his teeth into Joey’s neck and Marcus, satisfied, hurling a chair across the room.