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Grian groaned softly, amused by his antics. “Scar, you are currently in bed with two guys and your main concern is the fixtures. Forget about it, focus on us.” He told him firmly wondering if perhaps it was just shock setting in, after all…
Fuck…
He died.
His hands reached up to his throat and touched the bite mark now a scar that was there. He ran his fingers over the spot confused. He died. His hand went to his stomach and sure enough there was a dimpled round of puckered rough skin.
A bullet wound.
His killing blow.
The way he died.
Grian couldn’t breathe. He didn’t need to but now he was choking on nothing.
He died…
He was dead.
What now?
Did he go back to his life and pretend?
He was a vampire now…
He craved blood… and drank it.
Would he snap again?
Would he hurt someone?
Kill them?
Turn them into this?
When would it stop?
Would he be trapped like this?
Frozen in time.
Hungry.
Never aging.
While those around him did.
Grian breathed shakily out before looking at the men with him.
Not all of them.
He wasn’t alone.
He squeezed Mumbo’s hand and sure enough…
One, two, three squeezes came back.
The past, the present and the future.
A promise.
What was, what is, and what will be…
Mumbo would be there for it.
Grian swallowed roughly, the ache in his throat going. The heaviness on his chest lifting. He forced air in his lungs, and his hand away from the scar. “What does this mean now that I am… a vampire? Can I turn into a bat?” He asked wondering what else this meant. He didn’t want to bring up the fact he was dead… so why not the bat thing?