For Life by W.M. Fawkes & Sam Burns

Author:W.M. Fawkes & Sam Burns [Fawkes, W.M.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Publisher: FlickerFox Books
Published: 2020-10-21T16:00:00+00:00

Michael

“This is a mistake, Michael,” Luke said for the fifth time since they’d arrived back at Michael’s house. “You met this kid tonight. You can’t saddle yourself with him forever. What if he doesn’t like your bourbon collection?”

“He doesn’t like bourbon. We tried it—he wasn’t a fan.”

Luke held out his hands in front of him, palms up, as though displaying evidence. “See? How can you jump head first into something like this? You have nothing in common.”

“You don’t know that any more than I know that we do have things in common,” Michael pointed out, voice so steady it surprised even himself.

It was too fast. There could be no doubt of that. But Timothy didn’t have time for Michael to take him out, discuss life philosophies, and negotiate acceptable drink preferences. In a few months, if Timothy were still alive, he wouldn’t be Timothy anymore.

“This is a mistake,” Luke said yet again.

Michael shrugged and poured himself a drink from his home bar. A good drink.

Like the vampire who had made Luke and Michael, he had a moment to make a choice.

Maybe it wouldn’t work out with Timothy. He didn’t know who the young man was yet. But he was twenty-one. Timothy didn’t know who Timothy was yet, and damn it all, if he wanted a chance to figure it out, Michael was going to give it to him.

The captain had spent his early years as a vampire reminding Michael that even now, even with his strength and powers, he couldn’t save everyone. But this time. This person. This was different. He could save Timothy.

Before he went to bed for the morning, he got his first text from the young man. They exchanged a scant handful of messages, arranging to meet that very evening at Michael’s house.

Hell, the guy was trusting.

But they’d known each other for less than a day, and if Timothy agreed, they were about to be eternally linked. Coming to Michael’s house alone was nothing compared to the next step.

That evening, he thought about ordering food, but offering Timothy a last meal felt morbid—and also melodramatic, since he would still be able to eat just fine as a vampire.

Timothy stood on the step without ringing the doorbell for a full five minutes. Muttering to himself about probably hallucinating the whole thing, then refuting that with something about an aunt who ran a magic store, and then chasing his tail back around again.

Just as Michael was about to give up and answer the door to cut off the fruitless discussion, Timothy apparently came to a decision and rang the bell, despite the fact that he was still in the middle of an argument about how vampires couldn’t be real because they didn’t make sense, physiologically.

Michael opened the door, and there he was, wearing a suit. Heavens above, it had to be his church clothes. He’d worn his Sunday best to go get bitten by a creature of the night.

Fuck, he was so adorable.

Michael almost felt bad that he was just wearing his usual jeans and flannel as he stood aside and motioned Timothy in.

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