how’s my baby vamp joel doing
Awwwww. He's thirsty, so thirsty, and I expect he'll be back. Have a snippet. Idk if this will even be in it, but it's something I had in my head for a while
my first vampire Joel fic
You're not fishing to get in his bed, although you don't hate the idea at this point. It has to be better than what you've got. Plus, for a kidnapper he's been far more of a gentleman than you'd expect. If only out of curiosity, you have to ask, “Where do you sleep?”
He flushes and swallows, then after a moment answers, “It’s not, uh, anywhere you'd want.” He looks away.
"I can lay with you. . . if you want. I just can’t fall asleep.”
"Guess I feel too exposed without walls."
“Without walls. . .” you look around. "Well, me too, I guess."
“No, uh. . . see," he scratches the back of his neck and looks away. "Ya know that thing about," he meets your eyes again and seems to lose his train if thought for a short moment. "Uh, about us." He gestures at himself, then looks at you like you know where he's going with this, but you're blanking, focused instead on the silver strands in his beard. He continues, "Fuck, I’m gonna be really vulnerable here.”
“It’s okay,” you reassure him.
“Okay, so. . ." He takes a breath. "It's like. . ." he puts his index fingers together over his head, then spreads them wide, and gestures a box around himself. "It's never had a dead body in it," he reassures you, which almost makes you choke on your own spit. "So, it's not really a coffin."
OH. That thing about them. He feels like such a normal guy sometimes, you don't even think about that stuff. Your stomach is turning, but you try not to show it.
Joel goes on, "It was made for me. It's actually big enough for two, but that's never. . ." He studies your eyes and his face falls. "Yeah."
