An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Guillermo is flung into a stormy sea. His thoughts buzz and spark; his body feels like it’s being both compressed and stretched. He’s hungry and sick and alive and dying. Bells ring against his eardrums, the thunderous sound resolving into a familiar tenor that sends fury flashing through his chest.
Not you, Guillermo… Yeesh! That didn’t feel right… You kind of disobeyed me just now. And I’m noting it… You should take it…
Fuck Nandor. Fuck Staten Island. Fuck eleven wasted years. Fuck fuck fuck everything.
Featuring Guillermo taking control of his life, becoming his own vampire and getting together with an adorably terrible rapper. It’s Mapula, babyyyy! (Memo/Rapula). (As always check the tags on AO3 before you start reading! This fic will eventually have smut and some power dynamic play)
