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Blood Bathory: Like the Night

Author(s): Ari McKay

"I need help," Evan said in a matter-of-fact way that belied the conversational bombshell.
 
"Help?" Surprised yet again, Will sank down on the opposite end of the sofa, giving his friend another searching look. If he hadn't known Evan as well as he did, he might have thought it was a joke, but this didn't feel like a prank -- especially not if Evan had come all the way from Paris after three years just to ask for his help! If Evan was in trouble, though, he'd come to the right person. "Do you need a place to stay? Or do we need to go to the police?"
 
"No!" Evan shook his head vehemently. "We can't involve the police. It wouldn't do any good even if they believed me." With a sigh, he raked one hand through his unkempt hair, his expression troubled. "I need a safe place to stay." He glanced up, his pale eyes fixing Will with a searching look. "You have to promise you won't open the door to anyone you don't know."
 
Will blinked. "You're safe here. Well, as safe as I am, I suppose." The fact that Evan didn't want to go to the police didn't surprise him; he'd learned there were many people who didn't trust the authorities to help them with their problems, even when their lives were at stake. Or perhaps especially when their lives were at stake. "Fine, no police. And I'm the paranoid type, you know that. I'm not going to invite someone I don't know into my home. But it might help to know if there's anyone particular I should watch out for."
 
"I can't tell you that." Evan raised one hand as if to ward off the protest Will was about to make. "Not because I don't trust you or because I don't want to, but because I can't. I don't know who she'll send. She won't come herself, that's for sure. Not unless it's absolutely necessary."
 
"She? She who?" Will could well imagine his friend could have had his pick of the young women he photographed if he leaned that way -- which he didn't. "Have you picked up a stalker? Just how much danger are we talking about? I'd like to know how paranoid I need to be, and the more I know, the more I can help you fix this."
 
"It's a matter of life and death," Evan replied, then he laughed, although the sound was more manic than mirthful, and his eyes looked haunted. "Although we've already had the death part, in a way. It's life I'm looking for now." Evan wrapped his arms around himself and trained his gaze on the floor. "It's not a stalker. She wanted me, and she got me already, so there's no need for that kind of chase." He looked at Will again, his expression pleading. "I want to tell you everything, but I don't know if you'll believe me."
 
Will had always been protective of those he cared about, and Evan was no exception, especially since Evan's attractive face, slender build and "out and proud" attitude had occasionally made him a target on campus. It had been that way since their freshman year, and it was no different now. It was ridiculous, perhaps, and no doubt part of that White Knight thing Evan had always teased him about, but Will couldn't help it; it was just the way he was.
 
"You might as well 'fess up now, because I'm going to get the story out of you one way or another. I'm not going to let anyone hurt you if I can do anything about it. We stick together, right?" Will's tone grew serious. "I mean it, Evan. You know you can count on me. You're my best friend." It was still true, even though they hadn't been face-to- face in years. No one had ever taken Evan's place in his life; no one ever could.
 
"Even if I tell you I've been working for a vampire?" Evan asked softly. "I don't mean that figuratively, either. I mean literally. She's a monster. She's killed her own models. She turns people into monsters like her."
 
For a long moment, Will couldn't do anything but stare at his friend, wondering if this was a joke and he was somehow missing the punch line. Evan's blue eyes were haunted but guileless; the man was a lousy liar, at least when it came to Will, and there was too much pain in Evan's gaze for it to be some elaborate trick. Whatever was really going on, Evan, at least, believed what he was saying, and that was the most horrifying part of it. Whatever had happened to Evan in the last few months had damaged him in a way that Will was afraid he wasn't going to be able to fix.
 
It was painful to face the fact that his best friend had apparently suffered some sort of mental breakdown, and Will cursed himself for not having tried harder to get in contact when Evan's communications had grown infrequent. Obviously Evan had been going through something terrible, and Will knew that he had to do whatever he could to get Evan the help he needed. Which meant making sure that Evan remained here for now, until Will could figure out how to get him to a doctor.
 
"Let me make sure I understand what you're saying," he replied, keeping his voice quiet and reassuring. "Elizabeth Nadasdy, the famous fashion designer, is a vampire who kills people. That makes sense, I suppose. Or at least it explains why the models all look as though they weigh five pounds." His attempt at humor sounded hollow, but it was the best he could do at the moment. "And she's after you?"
 
Evan leaned back away from Will. "You don't believe me. You think I'm crazy."
 
Will hated to see that look on Evan's face, the question of sanity aside. "Evan, it's not that I don't want to believe you, all right? But you know how it sounds, don't you?" He knew his tone was pleading. "Vampires don't exist. I can tell you believe it, though, and that makes it hard, because I know you'd never lie to me. But how can I believe it? How can you believe it?" He reached out and touched Evan's arm in mute appeal. "How?"
 
Evan met Will's gaze, his expression steady and calm, no trace of madness lurking in his gaze. "I don't just believe it. I know it. I know it because I'm one too."

Excerpt


"I need help," Evan said in a matter-of-fact way that belied the conversational bombshell.
 
"Help?" Surprised yet again, Will sank down on the opposite end of the sofa, giving his friend another searching look. If he hadn't known Evan as well as he did, he might have thought it was a joke, but this didn't feel like a prank -- especially not if Evan had come all the way from Paris after three years just to ask for his help! If Evan was in trouble, though, he'd come to the right person. "Do you need a place to stay? Or do we need to go to the police?"
 
"No!" Evan shook his head vehemently. "We can't involve the police. It wouldn't do any good even if they believed me." With a sigh, he raked one hand through his unkempt hair, his expression troubled. "I need a safe place to stay." He glanced up, his pale eyes fixing Will with a searching look. "You have to promise you won't open the door to anyone you don't know."
 
Will blinked. "You're safe here. Well, as safe as I am, I suppose." The fact that Evan didn't want to go to the police didn't surprise him; he'd learned there were many people who didn't trust the authorities to help them with their problems, even when their lives were at stake. Or perhaps especially when their lives were at stake. "Fine, no police. And I'm the paranoid type, you know that. I'm not going to invite someone I don't know into my home. But it might help to know if there's anyone particular I should watch out for."
 
"I can't tell you that." Evan raised one hand as if to ward off the protest Will was about to make. "Not because I don't trust you or because I don't want to, but because I can't. I don't know who she'll send. She won't come herself, that's for sure. Not unless it's absolutely necessary."
 
"She? She who?" Will could well imagine his friend could have had his pick of the young women he photographed if he leaned that way -- which he didn't. "Have you picked up a stalker? Just how much danger are we talking about? I'd like to know how paranoid I need to be, and the more I know, the more I can help you fix this."
 
"It's a matter of life and death," Evan replied, then he laughed, although the sound was more manic than mirthful, and his eyes looked haunted. "Although we've already had the death part, in a way. It's life I'm looking for now." Evan wrapped his arms around himself and trained his gaze on the floor. "It's not a stalker. She wanted me, and she got me already, so there's no need for that kind of chase." He looked at Will again, his expression pleading. "I want to tell you everything, but I don't know if you'll believe me."
 
Will had always been protective of those he cared about, and Evan was no exception, especially since Evan's attractive face, slender build and "out and proud" attitude had occasionally made him a target on campus. It had been that way since their freshman year, and it was no different now. It was ridiculous, perhaps, and no doubt part of that White Knight thing Evan had always teased him about, but Will couldn't help it; it was just the way he was.
 
"You might as well 'fess up now, because I'm going to get the story out of you one way or another. I'm not going to let anyone hurt you if I can do anything about it. We stick together, right?" Will's tone grew serious. "I mean it, Evan. You know you can count on me. You're my best friend." It was still true, even though they hadn't been face-to- face in years. No one had ever taken Evan's place in his life; no one ever could.
 
"Even if I tell you I've been working for a vampire?" Evan asked softly. "I don't mean that figuratively, either. I mean literally. She's a monster. She's killed her own models. She turns people into monsters like her."
 
For a long moment, Will couldn't do anything but stare at his friend, wondering if this was a joke and he was somehow missing the punch line. Evan's blue eyes were haunted but guileless; the man was a lousy liar, at least when it came to Will, and there was too much pain in Evan's gaze for it to be some elaborate trick. Whatever was really going on, Evan, at least, believed what he was saying, and that was the most horrifying part of it. Whatever had happened to Evan in the last few months had damaged him in a way that Will was afraid he wasn't going to be able to fix.
 
It was painful to face the fact that his best friend had apparently suffered some sort of mental breakdown, and Will cursed himself for not having tried harder to get in contact when Evan's communications had grown infrequent. Obviously Evan had been going through something terrible, and Will knew that he had to do whatever he could to get Evan the help he needed. Which meant making sure that Evan remained here for now, until Will could figure out how to get him to a doctor.
 
"Let me make sure I understand what you're saying," he replied, keeping his voice quiet and reassuring. "Elizabeth Nadasdy, the famous fashion designer, is a vampire who kills people. That makes sense, I suppose. Or at least it explains why the models all look as though they weigh five pounds." His attempt at humor sounded hollow, but it was the best he could do at the moment. "And she's after you?"
 
Evan leaned back away from Will. "You don't believe me. You think I'm crazy."
 
Will hated to see that look on Evan's face, the question of sanity aside. "Evan, it's not that I don't want to believe you, all right? But you know how it sounds, don't you?" He knew his tone was pleading. "Vampires don't exist. I can tell you believe it, though, and that makes it hard, because I know you'd never lie to me. But how can I believe it? How can you believe it?" He reached out and touched Evan's arm in mute appeal. "How?"
 
Evan met Will's gaze, his expression steady and calm, no trace of madness lurking in his gaze. "I don't just believe it. I know it. I know it because I'm one too."

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ISBN (Electronic): 978-1-61040-496-9
Genre: GLBT
Date Published: 07/03/2013
Publisher: Torquere Press

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