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forever, and then he made me a vampire.”

“He did it against your will?” Snod felt stupid for asking, but he had always been taught that people

outside of the Order were weak-minded and couldn’t resist defiling their bodies with the unholy curse

if they had the chance.

“What did you think I meant when I said he didn’t give me a choice? I told you before. Not everyone

wants to be immortal, Obe,” Frankie said with a bitter smile, shaking his head. “What my Maker did

to me was... horrible.”

“You never say his name,” Snod pointed out curiously. His interest was certainly influenced by his

mission, but he did also wonder why Frankie never said it.

“And I never will,” Frankie said simply.

Snod’s heart dropped. As much as he had been enjoying this beautiful dream, he was sober now, and

he had to wake up. His beloved brother was still back in the Order, and he had to return to him. He

had been so damnably selfish, a fresh wave of guilt seizing in his chest.

He couldn’t do this.

He had to learn that name.

“Why not?” Snod asked as casually as he could, hoping his true intentions couldn’t be sensed.

“It’s a long story,” Frankie said, his brow quirking curiously. “Why do you want to know?”

“Just... wondering,” Snod said, the guilt turning into a stone and dropping down heavily into the pit of

his stomach.

Frankie frowned, but before he could question him any further, they heard a very loud retching sound

from the bedroom next door.

“Oh, no,” Frankie sighed, cringing. “That doesn’t sound like he made it to the bathroom.”

Snod grimaced.

Frankie sat up, pulling his clothes back on in a blink, saying, “I’ll be right back. Let me get him

cleaned up, and I’ll cook breakfast.”

Snod watched Frankie practically vanish through the door to go to Lorenzo’s aid, sitting up and

getting dressed for the day. He rubbed his hands over his face, trying to get a hold of himself.

The satisfaction he felt from finally receiving the promised fellatio from Frankie was being overrun

by a much deeper conflict. The promise of being with Frankie was something he wanted, but he loved

his brother.