Carlos hadn’t been to a circus in years – not since he was little. But there had been a raffle at work and Carlos had won a coupon for a free ticket. He kinda hoped that his brother and/or his dad were in town so he could invite them to go with him.
Carlos made his way to the ticket office that was set up, standing in the line with his coupon as he looked at everything around him. Some things were different than what he remembered or imagined a circus to be like, but not everything could be a dated cliche trope he supposed.
Once at the ticket office he smiled and offered the coupon. “Hey… this any good?” he asked in a joking manner.
It
was quiet inside with the soft padding of their shoes against the tile
to save the noise, they shuffled together to situate themselves before
Skip began to settle into the atmosphere. He sighed into the silence and
graciously dimmed the lights, “It night hurt if you try to tense up or
anything- just.. try to stay relaxed if you can.”“Okay,” Lore said. “How should we do this.. should I sit down? Oh, do you have any tips on how to help me stay relaxed?
“Deep breaths, just think of it as getting blood drawn- try to find something in the room and focus on it, but perhaps if you enjoy the sensation, try to really go for exaggerating yourself to distract.” He offered as he sat up onto a counter to get a better angle at their throat, “Standing is fine.”
Lore nodded to him. “Okay, then. I’m not going to fall over, am I? How much loss should I expect?”
The vampire in question was slowly growing irritated with all of these questions, he just wanted to feed already. “No, you won’t fall over.. I’ll hold onto you, and only expect a third of a pint.”
Lore nodded again. “Sounds good, then,” they said with a grin. “A snack afterward should set me on the right track. Okay!” And with that they stepped toward Skip, all of their concerns seemingly dissipated.
He glanced them over steadily, forcing their head to tilt into his hands to expose their neck and throat. “It won’t hurt if you stay still.. Try not to gasp,”
Lore just nodded and shut their eyes, taking a deep breath. Their hands came up to grip Skip’s shirt, just to help them keep steady for him.
Then there was the feeling, the great pain of two giant needles being sunken into their flesh for blood to be quickly sucked into the fangs through tiny holes in the tip of the fang. He held their face steady and their waist firmly, completely locked on them with his eyes closed as he gorged himself unfairly on the human.
It was minutes of this before he was done. Pulling away with a gasp and a pop of his lips from their flesh, blood at his fangs.
Lore felt a little wobbly and it was really all they could do to hold onto Skip’s shirt, Their knuckles started to turn white, but it wasn’t clear if it was from the grip or if it was from the sudden blood-loss.
“I… I think I need to lie down…” they murmured, almost distractedly.
The other carefully sat the scientist down at the table, scooting them in to keep them steady and to sit upwards. “You’re alright- you’re alright.. Just give yourself a minute.”
Lore hummed a little absently and sat as they were directed. “That was… half a pint, right?” they asked.
“Half a pint as promised, certainly no more. I wouldn’t dare drink more than my limit, unless given permission.” He went on, grabbing a cloth to hold against their throat that bled such a pretty crimson.
Lore reached a hand up to hold the cloth and Skip’s hand, pressing it to the wound. “Oh… so this must be shock then. Okay. Gimme a minute – I should be better soon.”
The Perfect Scientist 