Bloody Lonely

It had been a distressing evening to say the least. I had seen (Y/N) as though with my own eyes, felt her touch, made love to her, and had absolutely no control over it! I had heard Andrew’s words leave my lips, under his power, and their story had absolutely shredded my heartstrings to pieces.

Now, with the coming of dawn, Andrew relinquished jurisdiction of my body back to me, just as he had said he would. But I found myself, a married man, naked and in bed with (Y/N), a vampire, embracing her and mid-impassioned kiss!

I pulled away abruptly, overcome by guilt at having felt so much pleasure in the act; indeed, at having joined Andrew and glorified in all the tactile thrills he and I had felt all night long. When I realized my returned command over my body meant that (Y/N) and Andrew were once again parted, and who knew for how long, I felt somehow responsible, and was overwhelmed by grief as well.

Ironically, (Y/N), not realizing it was I who held sway over my body, tried to soothe me, making my sense of horror only grow. “No-no, I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! It’s Andy! I’m so sorry!”

Her whole demeanor changed. Gone was the (Y/N) that Andrew and I had spent the night with; the clever, loving, sensual, powerful vampire huntress. It was as though I looked upon an austere echo, a memory of that enchanting woman. (Y/N) had virtually turned to stone in front of me, and I felt an awful pain, that my existence should be the reason she and Andrew were kept apart.

I watched (Y/N) as she stared out the window at the brightening sky. I didn’t know anything about vampires. Would she die if she didn’t hide soon? I felt the need to say something, as ignorant as it might seem. I felt like I had played a huge role in making her perhaps less conscious of her safety than she might normally be, maybe she needed a reminder to go crawl in her coffin? “Again, I’m so sorry. But, it’s going to be light soon. Will you be hurt? Please, I don’t want you to be burned; I know Andrew wouldn’t want that either. Please?(Y/N)?”

(Y/N) turned her hard, red gaze on me. After a moment, a look of understanding appeared, and her expression softened. “Ah, the sun! Andy, that is considerate of you, young man, given what you have been through. I apologize to you for any wounds you have received, any trauma, or any inconvenience this has caused.”

(Y/N) pursed her lips, narrowing her eyes as she averted her gaze. “I know your heart is taken by a human woman. So, perhaps you know, too, what it is like to love so strongly you would-“ I couldn’t take this!

“-I do! I do, (Y/N)!” Hesitantly, I held out a hand. “Here, this is my hand, but now I know that Andrew will feel it too, I know he will. I really, I… I’m married, but I can hold your hand, for Andrew.” (Y/N) smiled warmly and took my hand. As she did, I felt happier than I should about it, almost giddy. I nodded, pleased. “I’m certain, Andrew feels it, (Y/N), he’s really happy, he’s practically making me dizzy, like a teenager or something!” We both grinned at each other like little kids for a moment as we held hands.

(Y/N) pulled her hand away first, and I felt a stab of disappointment, both to lose her touch and to see her somber again. “To answer your earlier question, I will be fine if I am careful during the daytime. Younger vampires are very susceptible to solar damage, but I’m very old, Andy. Older than your handsome passenger ever was.” For just a moment, she showed the very hint of a smile.

I wanted to ask so many questions, but the guilt about being naked and covered with sweat from fucking a woman who was not my wife, human or not, was starting to weigh on me. I ran a hand through my hair, agitated. Of course I would tell Jules everything, but I was thinking it was a toss-up as to whether she’d be mad and/or want to institutionalize me. Word choices would be important.

(Y/N) must have noticed me fidgeting, as she ferried me off to her guest bathroom, while she went to bathe elsewhere. As I showered, I started to plot.

I had to find some way to get Andrew his own body. I couldn’t abide being the only thing standing between the two of them being together. I wouldn’t be able to sleep at night, knowing that they were just suffering, waiting for me to die, before they had any chance at all of a happiness of their own, of being truly reunited.

It was a very nice sentiment that they respected my life and work. However, if I wanted peace in this lifetime, I needed to find a way to get Andrew and I into individual bodies, so we could pursue our own lives, and make our own choices. Shared soul or not, we needed to be able to live separately.

I had only one idea.

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