Nandermo + 17. "Things you said that I wish you hadn't"
17. things you said that i wish you hadn’t
a/n: takes place the night before 2x10
Nandor is blood-drunk and happy.
Come the next night, he would probably wake up late and cranky, plagued with the closest thing to a hangover that an undead creature could experience. It was why Guillermo knew it would be his best chance at leaving the house unseen. Confrontation wasn’t his strong suit and, realistically, he didn’t trust himself around the vampires, not when every waking moment was spent subconsciously cataloguing all the ways he could kill them.
Currently, there were thirty different objects in the room that Guillermo could use to kill the blood-drunk vampire sprawled in the fur-lined coffin. He tried to push the thought away to no avail.
“Good night, Guillermo. I love you,” Nandor says, settling further into the coffin, one hand splayed on the inside of the lid as he gazes at Guillermo with unabashed warmth.
Guillermo feels something in his heart lurch at the unguarded look of affection.
“Well? Aren’t you going to say it back?” Nandor near whines, still holding up the lid to his coffin with a pout.
Guillermo’s lips curl into a soft smile despite himself. “...I love you too, Nandor.”
The vampire immediately relaxes at his words, a pleased sigh drifting from his lips. He lets the coffin lid fall, leaving Guillermo to tidy up the crypt.
This doesn’t change anything, Guillermo thinks, spending an extra few minutes dusting the antique table laden with bits and bobbles from Nandor’s storied past. He didn’t know how long it would take for the vampire to get a new familiar so he wanted to leave Nandor with as clean of a crypt as he could manage before he left for good. It was the least he could do after eleven years together, he thought, blinking away tears.
When Guillermo is ready to leave, the soft light of dawn rolling over the horizon, he deliberates on what he should write on the blank piece of paper in his hands. He could spend hours staring at it, at what he thinks will be his final correspondence to the vampires in the Staten Island house.
I wish you hadn’t said you loved me
I’ve loved you for eleven years
I don’t think I know how to stop loving you
Guillermo finally settles on a hastily scribed ‘SORRY,’ still fighting back tears as he leaves the note folded on top of the mini-fridge. His final act of penance is to carefully lay the glitter portrait Nandor had made of them in the corner of the crypt. At least then the vampire would have something to remember him by in a weird, roundabout way. There were no pictures in the house of Guillermo save for the handful of photographs that once rested on his bedside table. They were now tucked into his duffel bag, photos from his childhood as a vampire aficionado, photos that he was sure his mother would love to have. Nandor could have the portrait, the reminder of what they both wanted but could never have.
His heart hurts the entire way back to his mother’s apartment--he can’t think of it as his home, not yet. But he would be with family and hopefully that would be enough to soothe the sharp ache in his chest. It had to be.