“Everything I feel is... wrong. I know that it is wrong. But I’ve never been so happy. I’ve never... I’ve
never felt this way about anyone. We were always taught that vampires were unholy and tainted, but I
can find no such fault in Frankie.
“He is one of the most kind and most gentle people I have ever met. He has welcomed me into his
home, his bed. I can never repay the generosity that he has shown me, and the things I want now... I
want to be with him.
“I don’t understand. Please lift me up, grant me strength. These selfish desires are consuming me,
they’re eating at my soul... I don’t know what to do. Please. Help me make the right decision. Tell me
what to do.”
Snod sadly crawled into bed, hugging his pillows close and wishing they were Frankie. “How can
this be wrong,” he whispered to himself. “How can... how can something that feels so wonderful, so
pure... be a sin?”
Chapter Twelve
The rest of the week did not bring any answers to Snod’s prayers. If anything, it only confused him
more. When he woke up every day, Frankie would already be gone to work. Snod would tidy up
around the apartment and spend his afternoons alone, eating and watching television.
By the time Frankie came home, he would have to whisk Snod away to his job at Cheap Trills. Their
time together had diminished greatly, and Snod hated every second that they were apart. He tried to
tell himself that it was better this way.
The distance was good.
Except that it wasn’t.
It was miserable.
While he certainly mourned the more physical aspect of their relationship, it was so much more than
that now. He missed simply being with Frankie, talking and laughing with him.
He wanted to snuggle with Frankie on the couch and hold him close while breathing in the scent of his
shampoo. He wanted to watch Disney movies together and show him how many of the songs he now
knew by heart. He longed to fall asleep in his arms and feel the touch of his cool skin.
Snod tried several times to rationalize what clearly had to be some kind of insanity. The blood bond
should have been wearing off by now, and yet the affection he felt for Frankie was only continuing to
grow. It made him ache in a way that made him want to laugh and weep all at once, and he did his
