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I want to write a vampire story where Marvin is the vampire and meets the blind librarian Host where he’s okay with being Marvin’s blood bank because his kink is biting— Host loves it when he’s bitten.

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Prompt 97: “I need help.”

There was blood everywhere. That much, Chase could see. It splattered every surface of Marvin’s room, streaked across his floor, thick and congealing and smelling heavily of copper.

“Marv?” Chase’s heart felt like it was trying to escape his chest; it hammered against his ribs, yet at the same time it felt like it was at the back of his throat, ready to spring out of his mouth. *“Marv?”*

There came a low, long groan, and Chase hurried toward it, picking around the overturned chair, the photograph that’d been smashed and now lay in a pile of glass splinters. A passing glance revealed it was of him and Marvin, their matching smiles dotted with bright red blood.

“Marv?” He said again, dread rolling in his stomach. He ventured toward the other end of the room, toward the bed, which had been shoved away from the wall, in the direction of the door, as if someone had been trying to use it as a blockade. To keep someone- or something- out.

Beyond the bed was swathed in shadows. But Chase could just see the corner of Marvin’s cape poking out. He never took it off.

The magician himself was huddled just within the reaches of the shadows, his knees drawn up to his chest and his face tucked into them. He gave another moan as Chase dropped down next to him and gathered him into his arms.

“Are you okay?” He asked, as Marvin in began to shake. “What the hell happened?”

“I- I-” Marvin’s words were a garbled mess. He shifted so he clung to Chase, red-stained fingers clinging to his shirt like Chase would disappear if he let go. “I-”

“Shh,” Chase said, holding him tighter, “it’s alright. It’s-”

And then he caught a glimpse- just a small one- of what was over Marvin’s shoulder.

A corpse. Lying on its back, its throat torn open in a bloody, gory mess. Its eyes stared upwards, fixed on something it couldn’t see any longer.

Then, Marvin raised his head, revealing the blood, smeared around his mouth like a halo. Revealing a razor-sharp pair of pearly fangs that were more red than anything else.

“I need help,” he croaked.