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but could we perhaps meet one evening within the coming week. He hesitated for a moment, seemingly uncertain, then he gave me a disarming smile, a shake of his head and was gone."
"In a puff of smoke?" I asked, cheekily.
"Brat," Marcus said with a certain fondness I'd heard colour his voice from time to time when he spoke to me. "No.
No puff of smoke, but his refusal certainly put a damper on my evening."
"Obviously, he had a change of mind," I pointed out, pushing the pizza box to one side, and nestling in his arms again.
"Mmm ... two days later, I received a note asking me to meet him in the Tuillery Gardens that very evening.
Apparently, the Comte d'Arcy had other business that would take him out of Paris overnight, and young Thomas was free to do as he pleased. We met there at seven. We walked and talked for hours, and then I asked him if he would care to accompany me to my home. He said he was afraid I would never ask, and in a matter of seconds, we were alone together, in each other's arms."
"I'm jealous, already," I mumbled into his armpit.
"Then I will spare you what followed."
"Thank you."
"Later, he told me of the time when d'Arcy changed him, and how at first, he had truly loved and admired the man.
Thomas was the son of a rich Parisian merchant who had commissioned d'Arcy to paint a portrait of himself and his wife. Thomas's father encouraged his son's friendship with 75
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d'Arcy, and so they were often in each other's company.
Thomas was dazzled by the Comte, immune to the rumours that surrounded him, thinking them nothing more than gossip and jealousy. Only after he was changed, did he realise that the rumours of d'Arcy's depraved behaviour were true.
"It was then, when Thomas threatened to leave d'Arcy that the Comte revealed the hold he had upon him. He told me how desperately unhappy he was with d'Arcy, but that he could not leave him. He was bound to him forever, by some devious plot that d'Arcy had concocted. You see, when d'Arcy changed Thomas, at the moment of his rebirth, he hypnotised him into believing that should he ever try to leave, d'Arcy could simply command Thomas's heart to stop beating. He would not die, but he would never rise again."
"You mean, like a kind of suspended animation?"
"Perhaps. But one from which he could never be revived. I was devastated. Here, I thought I had found the one man with whom I could spend eternity, only to have that dream dashed before it could be realised. Of course, I could not, would not put Thomas in any danger, and so we parted, after making love again ... and again."
"You're killing me."
"Sorry."
"S'okay. Go on." I nestled closer, hoping I was making a permanent impression in his side. I couldn't quite dispel the nasty feeling that all this reminiscing was going to make him look at me in a less than loving light.
"Of course," he said, "we could not stay apart, and so we arranged clandestine meetings whenever we could. It was not 76 My Vampire and I
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easy, for many reasons, mainly because our assignations had to be under cover of night, a time when d'Arcy expected Thomas to be at his side. Still, we managed a few moments together, here and there. Of course, it was not enough, and I started to formulate a plan to rid ourselves of d'Arcy's presence, once and for all."
"You mean, kill him?"
His long silence was his admission. "It was not an easy decision," he said, finally. "And not one that Thomas, at first, would entertain. He said he would tell d'Arcy of the situation and beg him to give him leave to go with me. I knew this to be madness. D'Arcy would never agree. But Thomas felt he must, at least, try. The night they spoke of it, Thomas came to my home, his face grim with hatred.
"'He told me to come here,' he said, his eyes pooling with tears, 'to finish with you, and never see you again or he would make sure that neither of us survived the next twenty-four hours.'
"I was outraged
by J. P. Bowie
but could we perhaps meet one evening within the coming week. He hesitated for a moment, seemingly uncertain, then he gave me a disarming smile, a shake of his head and was gone."
"In a puff of smoke?" I asked, cheekily.
"Brat," Marcus said with a certain fondness I'd heard colour his voice from time to time when he spoke to me. "No.
No puff of smoke, but his refusal certainly put a damper on my evening."
"Obviously, he had a change of mind," I pointed out, pushing the pizza box to one side, and nestling in his arms again.
"Mmm ... two days later, I received a note asking me to meet him in the Tuillery Gardens that very evening.
Apparently, the Comte d'Arcy had other business that would take him out of Paris overnight, and young Thomas was free to do as he pleased. We met there at seven. We walked and talked for hours, and then I asked him if he would care to accompany me to my home. He said he was afraid I would never ask, and in a matter of seconds, we were alone together, in each other's arms."
"I'm jealous, already," I mumbled into his armpit.
"Then I will spare you what followed."
"Thank you."
"Later, he told me of the time when d'Arcy changed him, and how at first, he had truly loved and admired the man.
Thomas was the son of a rich Parisian merchant who had commissioned d'Arcy to paint a portrait of himself and his wife. Thomas's father encouraged his son's friendship with 75
My Vampire and I
by J. P. Bowie
d'Arcy, and so they were often in each other's company.
Thomas was dazzled by the Comte, immune to the rumours that surrounded him, thinking them nothing more than gossip and jealousy. Only after he was changed, did he realise that the rumours of d'Arcy's depraved behaviour were true.
"It was then, when Thomas threatened to leave d'Arcy that the Comte revealed the hold he had upon him. He told me how desperately unhappy he was with d'Arcy, but that he could not leave him. He was bound to him forever, by some devious plot that d'Arcy had concocted. You see, when d'Arcy changed Thomas, at the moment of his rebirth, he hypnotised him into believing that should he ever try to leave, d'Arcy could simply command Thomas's heart to stop beating. He would not die, but he would never rise again."
"You mean, like a kind of suspended animation?"
"Perhaps. But one from which he could never be revived. I was devastated. Here, I thought I had found the one man with whom I could spend eternity, only to have that dream dashed before it could be realised. Of course, I could not, would not put Thomas in any danger, and so we parted, after making love again ... and again."
"You're killing me."
"Sorry."
"S'okay. Go on." I nestled closer, hoping I was making a permanent impression in his side. I couldn't quite dispel the nasty feeling that all this reminiscing was going to make him look at me in a less than loving light.
"Of course," he said, "we could not stay apart, and so we arranged clandestine meetings whenever we could. It was not 76 My Vampire and I
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easy, for many reasons, mainly because our assignations had to be under cover of night, a time when d'Arcy expected Thomas to be at his side. Still, we managed a few moments together, here and there. Of course, it was not enough, and I started to formulate a plan to rid ourselves of d'Arcy's presence, once and for all."
"You mean, kill him?"
His long silence was his admission. "It was not an easy decision," he said, finally. "And not one that Thomas, at first, would entertain. He said he would tell d'Arcy of the situation and beg him to give him leave to go with me. I knew this to be madness. D'Arcy would never agree. But Thomas felt he must, at least, try. The night they spoke of it, Thomas came to my home, his face grim with hatred.
"'He told me to come here,' he said, his eyes pooling with tears, 'to finish with you, and never see you again or he would make sure that neither of us survived the next twenty-four hours.'
"I was outraged
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