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art by the lovely @dianamolloy

Chapter 22 - It’s quite a thing, to experience that urge, to let it wash over you, to give in to it. It’s addictive. It’s all-consuming. You lose yourself to it. - Derek Landy

It was a beautiful night, capping what had been a beautiful autumn.  

Do you remember?  

Of course, you don’t, it was so long ago and…

It was a beautiful night, you may take my word for it.  Crisp is the term Americans like to use for their autumn nights and all triteness aside it is apt for a night such as that one.  The neighborhood had put on its best face for the sake of the young, about to be trapped again by winter and the rising number of the sick and the dead.  Just as in my childhood days.

Ah, nostalgia.  

For more hours than usual for Halloween, the doorbell rang, and at some of the neighbor’s homes they had set up fire pits in the yards so they could sit in the cooling, darkening air with candy offerings.  

If I should say it reminded me of the past I would be lying.  The noisomeness of the petroleum and synthetics that either made or infected all but the most remote or zealously guarded places in the world, added to light pollution, and the constant noise of transformers, engines, and human nattering made it impossible for me to even pretend I had retreated into the peaceful horrors of the past.  Still, the woodsmoke was rather nice.

Laurel was growing restless.  There is something terribly mortal about once you know a grim task must be undertaken, to then wish to rush towards it.  When you have little time there truly is no way to put things off.  

Her hands flexed and squeezed, she brushed her hair more than was her wont, which is to say more than once, and she refused to meet my eyes.

I was not agitated, not anxious.  I was cold.  Colder than I had been since she had come to me to find a place to live.

There are those undead who can tell you the provenance and past of an object with a brush of their fingers.  The rarest of my kind are those who see glimpses of the future, who have survived so long that they are able to defy the linear way that our minds organize time.  

My own gifts, as you know by now, are for touching the minds of others, and they have grown as I have aged to the point where it is at times harder to not use them.  

Never had I shown such prescience, but I was very old, and that night a thing I could not name chilled me.  Which chilled me further.

For I know the name for everything.

Finally, the voices faded, the smoke dissipated leaving the comfortable scent of wet, charred wood in its place, the cold reached its peak, and we went out.

After I made Laurel change her clothes.

“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?” she asked, looking down at herself.

“Put on something black.”

She raised an eyebrow at me, “Isn’t that kind of on the nose, Vlad?”

I was in no mood for levity, “Black will hide the stains.  And there will be stains.  No child eats neatly the first time it holds its own knife.”

“That’s usually a spoon,” she said.  

When no banter was forthcoming she retreated to our room and then came back in a black sweater and trousers.  “Better?  I always thought it was weird when couples dress alike, ”  Laurel held her hands out at her sides, frowning at my own, similar attire.

I nodded, holding open the door, “Let’s go.”

We drove in silence, searching for a demesne within it.  A place where the disease was being treated with negligent disrespect, as would another’s hunting ground.  Laurel rolled the window down and leaned an elbow on the door, her hand on her chin, her short hair blown back.  

Now and then she would close her eyes, raising her chin to the wind.

Would that I had skill with paint to preserve what she looked like to me that night, for even I do not have the words.  Only the memory.  

Eventually, we found a place.  It does not matter any longer where the place was, or who was there that I deemed worthy of predation.  

When I first became I fed like a beast because I was little better than a beast before that turning, starving and empty.  I thought this was because I had been bled and abandoned, because I was not guided or taught.

I had taught Laurel everything I could think of in those nights before I took her out, making her repeat her lessons until they were rote.  I stayed by her side, attentive and cautious as any she-wolf with one pup and a long winter ahead.

I was cold as we walked through the night.

I was wrong about everything.

I killed him.  

The man.  One of the men who had wanted to ‘play’ with us.

Loki had caught him, bled him, so fast I could barely see.  The chase through the streets and into the little park that smelled of freezing dirt and dog shit having left me edgy, with something horrible and burning in place of the adrenalin I no longer had that was making my senses spike, even as my body remained inert and dead.  Then there was blood and-

One moment he was a man, and the next he was just… food.

A spigot of food.

He was nothing that mattered, other than bountiful.

I had sprung on him, the heels of my boots digging into his sides, biting so hard at his neck that I took a chunk out of it, which I spat away as I rode him, grey and clammy with shock, blood soaking my chin, my clothes, giving me hot mouthful after mouthful.  I could not drink fast enough to keep up with the surge of it.  So unlike drinking from Loki, where no heart, no lungs, made the blood move.

Full of fear.  It was full of fear, and life.  It tasted of his dying as I drank and drank, not caring about the mess I made.  

It was so hot.  Boiling.

Then it started to get cold.  I didn’t like that.

I could smell heat from somewhere else and threw his body aside.  I don’t remember catching the second man, the one who ran.  

I drank from him through his death, even as Loki shouted, wrapping his arms around my waist, trying to pull me away the blood started to cool so quickly and my talons locked into the corpse, so when I was lifted I brought the body with me, still latched and sucking.

Thinking back, I imagine it could have looked funny.

It was grotesque.

“Enough!” Loki roared in my ear.  My maker’s voice.  My sinews stiffened, halting, unable to even blink.  The body fell away from me.  He had been large and there was a hard, breaking crack as his head hit the corner of the brick building we were beside.  

Where had the building come from?  We were in a park.

Loki clutched my unmoving body to him for a few moments, then set me down, “Enough…”

A sigh, and I was free.  Taking a step, I nearly fell, tripping over something large and soft.  Loki caught my arm.  

Then I realized, I hadn’t only killed the first man.  And it was not the same night.  And we were not in the same part of the city.

I looked at my hands.  They were covered in half-healed burns.  

He squatted, snagging his hands through his hair over and over, pulling it out of its braid, rocking slightly on his heels, his beautiful face perfectly blank.

“What happened?”  I asked.

He shook his head, and then stood, taking my disgusting hand in his with no sign of flinching.  “Let us go home.”

It took me three nights to find her.  The Wanderer alone knows where she hid by day, her instincts ruling all she might have dug into the earth to stay away from the sun, or climbed into a dumpster.  She was so covered in clots and filth anything was possible.

The next afternoon, late, late in the afternoon when it was almost still light, I couldn’t make myself stay asleep.  

Vampires don’t dream.  Loki doesn’t know why, but it’s true.  “What we have instead are memories.  Eventually, in our torpor everything returns to us.  Sometimes the memories are so old they feel like dreams, because the one who made those memories is so far gone from you.”

I had not been dead that long.

I remembered what I did.

I remembered.  

I deserved to be dead.  I deserved to have died the miserable death I tried to spare myself.  I was no more important than anyone else and I had done terrible things, and I still wanted to live, but I -

I smelled Sofia’s blood.  

Were Sofia not wise, were the door to pantry not old and thick with iron hinges, were I not fast, were Laurel not struggling, driving her fists over and over into the ceramic tiles of the kitchen floor, breaking both them and her own bones as she tried to resist the blood call -

You must understand that Laurel did fight it.  Far more than I did.  The burns on her hands and the ones she did not see on her face came from trying to face the sun rather than harm anyone else, though her desire to live always made her shy away into the dark before it could happen.  The damage to her ruined fingers as she gouged them into the walls to try and hold herself back from the killing.  She did these things and more to fight but it did no good.

I held her, sitting on the couch, rocking her like a fretful child as she sobbed against me, alternating between self-hate and what felt like starvation to her but was merely appetite.

Sofia never came back, of course.  I sent her a large severance and told her I would continue to pay her monthly if she vowed to keep quiet.  

Sofia was a practical woman, and had seen plenty of terrors, she accepted.  I missed her presence in my home, but I miss so many things.  What was one more?

After that I rested little, afraid of what Laurel would do.  Please understand that several weeks passed and she grew no better.  Raving and violent, she would try to escape the house, tossing the blood I purchased for her away saying it tasted bitter, spurning me, then biting me, savaging me.  I opened my arms to her every time.

The first time the Good Doctor came to deliver he started to open his mouth, to make a sarcastic or gloating observation when Laurel’s wail of hunger came from the basement where I had shackled her to the wall for his protection.  He took his money in silence, and after that sent an underling with my supplies.

As those exhausting weeks passed, as I grew weary, and Laurel was no better I researched what little could be found that was factual about our kind and discovered, to little surprise, nothing of help.  Over the years since, I have found more and more evidence that certain lines of our kind are afflicted more than others with a bloodlust that takes decades to tame.  The bloodline we are from is especially dark.

Of course.

That I turned in a dark and bloody time, with dark nights and humans with no help at hand so often, meant I could rave and rage and eat and be a monster and slink away into the nothingness and wilderness between settlements and towns.  Because I was a killer before my turning, my heart was already calloused to the pain.  

My Laurel, min kona, was not.  

She was only a woman who was afraid to die, who was young, and who I loved.

Who loved me.

At times, her eyes would clear, and she would shake, “I still don’t want to die.  But you can’t let me hurt anyone else.  You have to kill me, if I try to.  You have to, if you love me you have to.”

I stroked her hair, because in those moments she would allow it, and lied to her that I would.  

And also, in a manner of speaking, told the truth.  

Then she buried her face against my neck and cried and cried, “I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die.  I’m so scared.”

You will judge me, certainly.  Feel free, but do not for a moment assume that what I did I came to easily, or was easy to do, or was done without dreadful fear and awareness of how it would resonate.  If I should have my way you will never be lonely enough for long enough, you will never want for another for so very long that you would have to consider such a dreadful thing.  

One night deep, deep into the winter, I had managed to persuade her to eat enough that she fell into torpor.  Enforcing it with my will, I kept her that way.  She was so tired then, almost as tired as she had been living that she gave me no fight at all.

Then, with care and so, so slowly, more slowly than stones erode to start and then with a little more speed as the touch of my mind grew confident, I began to cut her memories away.  

And placed them deep within me, where they would be safe.

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[emptymasks]

resized because the gif wasn't moving last time

[loki-is-sexiest-of-the-sexy]

I'm kind of obsessed with vampire Loki~ So here are some edits I did!

(I swear to god, the third one accidentally turned out to be a Joker edit)

[pyroleon15]

(Swipe for more) This @prequelapp is cool! It makes me look more presentable at the least 🤣 . #prequelapp #prequel #shangchi #vampire #vampireloki #loki #robin #itsme https://www.instagram.com/p/CZR82GlpHJ6/?utm_medium=tumblr

[pyroleon15]

One of the last shots of my #VampireLoki ... for now. 😉😈 . 👕: @chosenwanapparel 📸: @tragically_glib . #Villain #Chillinlikeavillain #ChosenWAN #WittyAuthenticNerd #LokiVariant #Variant #Vampire #VampireSylvie #Goth #Marvel #MCU #Sylvie #SylvieVariant #Loki #jewelry #glam #glamgoth https://www.instagram.com/p/CYHiyQYvRSV/?utm_medium=tumblr

[pyroleon15]

A very cool and stylish shot of' @chosenwanapparel 's #shirt taken by @tragically_glib . #Villain #Chillinlikeavillain #ChosenWAN #WittyAuthenticNerd #LokiVariant #Variant #Vampire #VampireLoki #VampireSylvie #Goth #Marvel #MCU #Sylvie #SylvieVariant #Loki #jewelry #glam #glamgoth (at Midtown) https://www.instagram.com/p/CYE-pSRvYpd/?utm_medium=tumblr

[pyroleon15]

#TroubleTuesday is back, so here's another pic courtesy of @tragically_glib of me rockin' @chosenwanapparel 's #shirt . . #Chillinlikeavillain #ChosenWAN #WittyAuthenticNerd #LokiVariant #Vampire #VampireLoki #VampireSylvie #Goth #cosplay #Marvel #MCU #Sylvie #SylvieVariant #cosplan #Loki #LokiCrown #jewelry #glam #glamgoth https://www.instagram.com/p/CYCc6Q5vIGa/?utm_medium=tumblr

[pyroleon15]

Got that divine glow courtesy of @tragically_glib which is obviously something a Loki would want. 😈 Got more pics with @chosenwanapparel 's #shirt design on the way. But for now, cheers! . #TroubleThursday #WANWednesday #Chillinlikeavillain #ChosenWAN #WittyAuthenticNerd #LokiVariant #Vampire #VampireLoki #VampireSylvie #Goth #cosplay #Marvel #MCU #Sylvie #SylvieVariant #cosplan #Loki #LokiCrown #prop #jewelry #glam #glamgoth https://www.instagram.com/p/CX1hHiSvkZc/?utm_medium=tumblr

[pyroleon15]

"Villain" 😈 . Sharing another pic of @chosenwanapparel 's #shirt design taken by @tragically_glib . #WANWednesday #Chillinlikeavillain #ChosenWAN #WittyAuthenticNerd #LokiVariant #Vampire #VampireLoki #VampireSylvie #Goth #cosplay #Marvel #MCU #Sylvie #SylvieVariant #cosplan #Loki #LokiCrown #prop #jewelry #glam #glamgoth https://www.instagram.com/p/CXy8HW2vkQd/?utm_medium=tumblr

[pyroleon15]

"Chillin' like a Villain" . Super excited to share this cool collaboration with my bro over @chosenwanapparel , who made this amazing #shirt , reached out to me, and have me showing this off. Can't wait to share more photos soon! . Major #shoutout to a new friend and #photographer, @tragically_glib for comin' in clutch, tirelessly worked scheduling with me, and got these amazing photos in just before Christmas. Thank you and looking forward to working with you more 🤘 . #Chillinlikeavillain #ChosenWAN #WittyAuthenticNerd #LokiVariant #Vampire #VampireLoki #VampireSylvie #Goth #cosplay #Marvel #MCU #Sylvie #SylvieVariant #cosplan #Loki #Lokivariant #LokiCrown #prop #jewelry #glam #glamgoth https://www.instagram.com/p/CXwVSbcvTHY/?utm_medium=tumblr

[pyroleon15]

Happy Halloween everyone! . The Vampire Ball was awesome last night and it was definitely great to be back. This look is essentially a li'l bit of an upgrade to my #VampireLoki and last night was cool to see fellow vamps' reactions to the overall style. . #HappyHalloween #VampireBall #Halloween #LokiVariant #SpookySeason #Halloween #Vampire #VampireSylvie #Goth #Cosplay #Costume #SylvieVariant #GothLoki #GothicLoki #Loki #LokiCrown #crown #vanstridercos #Vamp #VampLife https://www.instagram.com/p/CVtdjAyPo1I/?utm_medium=tumblr

[pyroleon15]

Loki & the Asgardians . Started off as a joke that eventually gave itself life. @waterwalker_mo got one of his photos of me, editted all the labels in, and surprised me by how AWESOME it looks. It legit looks like a real album cover! 🤩🤩🤩 . #Music #MusicAlbum #AlbumCover #LokiVariant #SpookySeason #Halloween #Vampire #VampireLoki #VampireSylvie #Goth #cosplay #Marvel #MCU #Sylvie #SylvieVariant #GothLoki #GothicLoki #Loki #LokiCrown #LokiandtheAsgardians #AVariantinTime #GloriousPurposeRecords #Vamp #VampLife https://www.instagram.com/p/CUsiLzaJudf/?utm_medium=tumblr

[pyroleon15]

"Glorious Purpose" . 📸: @waterwalker_mo . #LokiVariant #SpookySeason #Halloween #Vampire #VampireLoki #VampireSylvie #Goth #cosplay #Marvel #MCU #Sylvie #SylvieVariant #cosplan #Loki #LokiCrown #crown #vanstridercos #Vamp #VampLife (at Stockton Arena) https://www.instagram.com/p/CUQPxcCJyPs/?utm_medium=tumblr

[pyroleon15]

#FangFriday is back. 😈 Another pic and edit by my bro @zonbiemedia of my #LokiVariant , this time with #Fangs ! After all, it is #SpookySeason and #Halloween is just around the corner. 😉 . #Vampire #VampireLoki #VampireSylvie #Goth #cosplay #Marvel #MCU #Sylvie #SylvieVariant #cosplan #Loki #LokiCrown #crown #vanstridercos #photography #zonbiemedia https://www.instagram.com/p/CT7nmAuJHIK/?utm_medium=tumblr

[pyroleon15]

#TroubleThursday courtesy of my bro @zonbiemedia . He got some super dope shots of my #LokiVariant @stocktoncon , and with some edits, amplified the coolness factor of it all. . #Teaser #TeaserThursday #ThirstyThursday #Vampire #VampireLoki #VampireSylvie #Goth #cosplay #Marvel #MCU #Sylvie #SylvieVariant #cosplan #Loki #Lokivariant #LokiCrown #crown #vanstridercos #photography #zonbiemedia https://www.instagram.com/p/CT5XE9mK73M/?utm_medium=tumblr