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The Vampire of Night Vale

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Carlos nodded in agreement. “Yeah… it doesn’t seem real for me, either. It’s been… roughly twelve hours already. But you’re still here… that’s all that matters.” Carlos took his hand and lifted it to his mouth, giving him gentle, loving kisses.

       Cecil vibrated softly at the affection, yet at the same time he was trying to wrap his mind around the first part of what Carlos had just told him. 

       Twelve hours already. Twelve hours, he had been afflicted with this strange, horrific curse. Yet what was twelve hours compared to a lifetime, an eternity? Cecil shuddered. It wouldn’t come to that. Rather, he hoped it wouldn’t come to that. Optimistically, this would be cured. Again, he had to remind himself of his husband’s brilliance, of the effectiveness of science. Just because Night Vale had never had to face vampirism before did not mean that it could not overcome it, that, more to the point, he and Carlos could not overcome it.

      And he was still here, yes. And so was Carlos. And they were together. And this was surely enough.

       Cecil gazed up at Carlos, still gently vibrating. “Yeah, I’m still here. I promise.”

Carlos smiled at him. He leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to Cecil’s mouth, still gripping his hand.

“We need to get up and ready for the day,” Carlos said softlly. “We should call the mayor… see if anything’s developed while we were sleeping.”

        Cecil met the kiss softly, humming appreciatively in his throat. He was ever grateful for Carlos’s love and reassurance, and how much warmer the scientist’s touch felt when his own skin was so cold! He felt as if this was itself sufficient to bring him back from the dead unlife.

        “Right… Right, good idea,” he murmured in reply. “It’s gonna be a big day, huh? There’s another disaster for the great Carlos the scientist to save the town from.” He chucked thinly, faith and apprehension mingled in equal measure in the quiet sound.

Carlos laughed softly, a little bashful. “I don’t really save anyone from anything… I just give them information.” He kissed Cecil again on the cheek. “I need to go shower and shave,” he murmured with a sigh.

*shows up to camp with tote bag* Hey Max! Happy belated birthday!

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*Max was still laying in bed, he didn’t want to get up, how could he knowing what happened because of him? he sighed softly, finally letting go his now damp pillow*

*peeks into Max’s tent, still smiling.* Max? Hey buddy – are you ready for a fun day?

*he glanced up at Carlos before rolling onto his stomach, pulling his hood over his head* no..

*blinks, suddenly concerned for Max* Max? Buddy? Are you still feeling sick?

no.. but i feel horrible… *it sounds like he’s been crying alot…*

*Oh no…* Max? Can I come in?

*he hesitates before nodding, grabbing his pillow again*

*Carlos comes in carefully, zipping the flap closed about halfway behind him. He sets the tote bag beside Max’ bed before kneeling down next to it.* Hey, buddy… what’s going on?

… i-i.. i let something bad happen and.. and someone died because of it.. *sniffle*

*blinks* What? Uh… Uh, Max… I’m not sure I understand. Do you… do you want to talk to me about it? Start from the beginning?

*he sighed softly, forcing himself to sit up and wiping away his tears* Maven.. h-he got an M!A that u-unpurified him.. and he wanted to leave camp s-so he got on the bus and.. a-and i couldn’t…

What… what happened to Maven, Max?

h-he crashed.. an-and died.. *he fights back more sobs*

Oh… oh no, Max, I’m so sorry… *he quickly puts his arms around the boy and hugs him close*

*he hugged back, breaking down into small sobs as he clung to the other*

*Carlos isn’t sure what to say. Right now he just holds Max and lets him cry*

*after a long few minutes, he calms down again. shaking slightly as he tries to even out his breathing again*

*rubs Max’s back to help calm him* I’m here, Max… take deep breaths.

*he fails a couple times, but he manages to steady his breath exept for the occasional sniffle*

That’s good, Max. That’s very good. How are you feeling?

..l-like shyt… *he sighed, letting go of Carlos and hugging himself*

I’m very sorry, Max. I need to ask… why do you feel like… what happened was your fault?

*he frowned and looked away* c-cause i didn’t stop him.. i-i just walked away when i sh-should have gone after him.. m-maybe if i did, he wouldn’t.. w-wouldn’t…

Max… did you know the bus was going to crash? *the question is not accusing – it’s patient and sounds like genuine curiosity.*

n-no.. but i should’ve..! h-he doesn’t know how to drive and b-buses are bigger then cars and harder to control.. *he looks away*

Did you make the bus crash, Max?

…no… *he sighed slightly, still hugging himself*

Then it wasn’t your fault, Max. You both might have made a mistake… but you didn’t purposefully go out and hurt him. You don’t need to blame yourself, Max… that’ll just give you so much unnecessary pain.

*he frowned, staying quiet. he knew Carlos was probably right, but he still felt so bad about this*

It’s okay if you don’t believe me right away, Max. It might take some time, but if you hear it every day – that it’s not your fault – then you’ll hopefully understand it. Okay?

*shows up to camp with tote bag* Hey Max! Happy belated birthday!

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*Max was still laying in bed, he didn’t want to get up, how could he knowing what happened because of him? he sighed softly, finally letting go his now damp pillow*

*peeks into Max’s tent, still smiling.* Max? Hey buddy – are you ready for a fun day?

*he glanced up at Carlos before rolling onto his stomach, pulling his hood over his head* no..

*blinks, suddenly concerned for Max* Max? Buddy? Are you still feeling sick?

no.. but i feel horrible… *it sounds like he’s been crying alot…*

*Oh no…* Max? Can I come in?

*he hesitates before nodding, grabbing his pillow again*

*Carlos comes in carefully, zipping the flap closed about halfway behind him. He sets the tote bag beside Max’ bed before kneeling down next to it.* Hey, buddy… what’s going on?

… i-i.. i let something bad happen and.. and someone died because of it.. *sniffle*

*blinks* What? Uh… Uh, Max… I’m not sure I understand. Do you… do you want to talk to me about it? Start from the beginning?

*he sighed softly, forcing himself to sit up and wiping away his tears* Maven.. h-he got an M!A that u-unpurified him.. and he wanted to leave camp s-so he got on the bus and.. a-and i couldn’t…

What… what happened to Maven, Max?

h-he crashed.. an-and died.. *he fights back more sobs*

Oh… oh no, Max, I’m so sorry… *he quickly puts his arms around the boy and hugs him close*

*he hugged back, breaking down into small sobs as he clung to the other*

*Carlos isn’t sure what to say. Right now he just holds Max and lets him cry*

*after a long few minutes, he calms down again. shaking slightly as he tries to even out his breathing again*

*rubs Max’s back to help calm him* I’m here, Max… take deep breaths.

*he fails a couple times, but he manages to steady his breath exept for the occasional sniffle*

That’s good, Max. That’s very good. How are you feeling?

..l-like shyt… *he sighed, letting go of Carlos and hugging himself*

I’m very sorry, Max. I need to ask… why do you feel like… what happened was your fault?

*he frowned and looked away* c-cause i didn’t stop him.. i-i just walked away when i sh-should have gone after him.. m-maybe if i did, he wouldn’t.. w-wouldn’t…

Max… did you know the bus was going to crash? *the question is not accusing – it’s patient and sounds like genuine curiosity.*

n-no.. but i should’ve..! h-he doesn’t know how to drive and b-buses are bigger then cars and harder to control.. *he looks away*

Did you make the bus crash, Max?

…no… *he sighed slightly, still hugging himself*

Then it wasn’t your fault, Max. You both might have made a mistake… but you didn’t purposefully go out and hurt him. You don’t need to blame yourself, Max… that’ll just give you so much unnecessary pain.

*shows up to camp with tote bag* Hey Max! Happy belated birthday!

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*Max was still laying in bed, he didn’t want to get up, how could he knowing what happened because of him? he sighed softly, finally letting go his now damp pillow*

*peeks into Max’s tent, still smiling.* Max? Hey buddy – are you ready for a fun day?

*he glanced up at Carlos before rolling onto his stomach, pulling his hood over his head* no..

*blinks, suddenly concerned for Max* Max? Buddy? Are you still feeling sick?

no.. but i feel horrible… *it sounds like he’s been crying alot…*

*Oh no…* Max? Can I come in?

*he hesitates before nodding, grabbing his pillow again*

*Carlos comes in carefully, zipping the flap closed about halfway behind him. He sets the tote bag beside Max’ bed before kneeling down next to it.* Hey, buddy… what’s going on?

… i-i.. i let something bad happen and.. and someone died because of it.. *sniffle*

*blinks* What? Uh… Uh, Max… I’m not sure I understand. Do you… do you want to talk to me about it? Start from the beginning?

*he sighed softly, forcing himself to sit up and wiping away his tears* Maven.. h-he got an M!A that u-unpurified him.. and he wanted to leave camp s-so he got on the bus and.. a-and i couldn’t…

What… what happened to Maven, Max?

h-he crashed.. an-and died.. *he fights back more sobs*

Oh… oh no, Max, I’m so sorry… *he quickly puts his arms around the boy and hugs him close*

*he hugged back, breaking down into small sobs as he clung to the other*

*Carlos isn’t sure what to say. Right now he just holds Max and lets him cry*

*after a long few minutes, he calms down again. shaking slightly as he tries to even out his breathing again*

*rubs Max’s back to help calm him* I’m here, Max… take deep breaths.

*he fails a couple times, but he manages to steady his breath exept for the occasional sniffle*

That’s good, Max. That’s very good. How are you feeling?

..l-like shyt… *he sighed, letting go of Carlos and hugging himself*

I’m very sorry, Max. I need to ask… why do you feel like… what happened was your fault?

*he frowned and looked away* c-cause i didn’t stop him.. i-i just walked away when i sh-should have gone after him.. m-maybe if i did, he wouldn’t.. w-wouldn’t…

Max… did you know the bus was going to crash? *the question is not accusing – it’s patient and sounds like genuine curiosity.*

n-no.. but i should’ve..! h-he doesn’t know how to drive and b-buses are bigger then cars and harder to control.. *he looks away*

Did you make the bus crash, Max?

*shows up to camp with tote bag* Hey Max! Happy belated birthday!

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*Max was still laying in bed, he didn’t want to get up, how could he knowing what happened because of him? he sighed softly, finally letting go his now damp pillow*

*peeks into Max’s tent, still smiling.* Max? Hey buddy – are you ready for a fun day?

*he glanced up at Carlos before rolling onto his stomach, pulling his hood over his head* no..

*blinks, suddenly concerned for Max* Max? Buddy? Are you still feeling sick?

no.. but i feel horrible… *it sounds like he’s been crying alot…*

*Oh no…* Max? Can I come in?

*he hesitates before nodding, grabbing his pillow again*

*Carlos comes in carefully, zipping the flap closed about halfway behind him. He sets the tote bag beside Max’ bed before kneeling down next to it.* Hey, buddy… what’s going on?

… i-i.. i let something bad happen and.. and someone died because of it.. *sniffle*

*blinks* What? Uh… Uh, Max… I’m not sure I understand. Do you… do you want to talk to me about it? Start from the beginning?

*he sighed softly, forcing himself to sit up and wiping away his tears* Maven.. h-he got an M!A that u-unpurified him.. and he wanted to leave camp s-so he got on the bus and.. a-and i couldn’t…

What… what happened to Maven, Max?

h-he crashed.. an-and died.. *he fights back more sobs*

Oh… oh no, Max, I’m so sorry… *he quickly puts his arms around the boy and hugs him close*

*he hugged back, breaking down into small sobs as he clung to the other*

*Carlos isn’t sure what to say. Right now he just holds Max and lets him cry*

*after a long few minutes, he calms down again. shaking slightly as he tries to even out his breathing again*

*rubs Max’s back to help calm him* I’m here, Max… take deep breaths.

*he fails a couple times, but he manages to steady his breath exept for the occasional sniffle*

That’s good, Max. That’s very good. How are you feeling?

..l-like shyt… *he sighed, letting go of Carlos and hugging himself*

I’m very sorry, Max. I need to ask… why do you feel like… what happened was your fault?

*he frowned and looked away* c-cause i didn’t stop him.. i-i just walked away when i sh-should have gone after him.. m-maybe if i did, he wouldn’t.. w-wouldn’t…

Max… did you know the bus was going to crash? *the question is not accusing – it’s patient and sounds like genuine curiosity.*

*shows up to camp with tote bag* Hey Max! Happy belated birthday!

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*Max was still laying in bed, he didn’t want to get up, how could he knowing what happened because of him? he sighed softly, finally letting go his now damp pillow*

*peeks into Max’s tent, still smiling.* Max? Hey buddy – are you ready for a fun day?

*he glanced up at Carlos before rolling onto his stomach, pulling his hood over his head* no..

*blinks, suddenly concerned for Max* Max? Buddy? Are you still feeling sick?

no.. but i feel horrible… *it sounds like he’s been crying alot…*

*Oh no…* Max? Can I come in?

*he hesitates before nodding, grabbing his pillow again*

*Carlos comes in carefully, zipping the flap closed about halfway behind him. He sets the tote bag beside Max’ bed before kneeling down next to it.* Hey, buddy… what’s going on?

… i-i.. i let something bad happen and.. and someone died because of it.. *sniffle*

*blinks* What? Uh… Uh, Max… I’m not sure I understand. Do you… do you want to talk to me about it? Start from the beginning?

*he sighed softly, forcing himself to sit up and wiping away his tears* Maven.. h-he got an M!A that u-unpurified him.. and he wanted to leave camp s-so he got on the bus and.. a-and i couldn’t…

What… what happened to Maven, Max?

h-he crashed.. an-and died.. *he fights back more sobs*

Oh… oh no, Max, I’m so sorry… *he quickly puts his arms around the boy and hugs him close*

*he hugged back, breaking down into small sobs as he clung to the other*

*Carlos isn’t sure what to say. Right now he just holds Max and lets him cry*

*after a long few minutes, he calms down again. shaking slightly as he tries to even out his breathing again*

*rubs Max’s back to help calm him* I’m here, Max… take deep breaths.

*he fails a couple times, but he manages to steady his breath exept for the occasional sniffle*

That’s good, Max. That’s very good. How are you feeling?

..l-like shyt… *he sighed, letting go of Carlos and hugging himself*

I’m very sorry, Max. I need to ask… why do you feel like… what happened was your fault?

*shows up to camp with tote bag* Hey Max! Happy belated birthday!

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*Max was still laying in bed, he didn’t want to get up, how could he knowing what happened because of him? he sighed softly, finally letting go his now damp pillow*

*peeks into Max’s tent, still smiling.* Max? Hey buddy – are you ready for a fun day?

*he glanced up at Carlos before rolling onto his stomach, pulling his hood over his head* no..

*blinks, suddenly concerned for Max* Max? Buddy? Are you still feeling sick?

no.. but i feel horrible… *it sounds like he’s been crying alot…*

*Oh no…* Max? Can I come in?

*he hesitates before nodding, grabbing his pillow again*

*Carlos comes in carefully, zipping the flap closed about halfway behind him. He sets the tote bag beside Max’ bed before kneeling down next to it.* Hey, buddy… what’s going on?

… i-i.. i let something bad happen and.. and someone died because of it.. *sniffle*

*blinks* What? Uh… Uh, Max… I’m not sure I understand. Do you… do you want to talk to me about it? Start from the beginning?

*he sighed softly, forcing himself to sit up and wiping away his tears* Maven.. h-he got an M!A that u-unpurified him.. and he wanted to leave camp s-so he got on the bus and.. a-and i couldn’t…

What… what happened to Maven, Max?

h-he crashed.. an-and died.. *he fights back more sobs*

Oh… oh no, Max, I’m so sorry… *he quickly puts his arms around the boy and hugs him close*

*he hugged back, breaking down into small sobs as he clung to the other*

*Carlos isn’t sure what to say. Right now he just holds Max and lets him cry*

*after a long few minutes, he calms down again. shaking slightly as he tries to even out his breathing again*

*rubs Max’s back to help calm him* I’m here, Max… take deep breaths.

*he fails a couple times, but he manages to steady his breath exept for the occasional sniffle*

That’s good, Max. That’s very good. How are you feeling?

*shows up to camp with tote bag* Hey Max! Happy belated birthday!

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*Max was still laying in bed, he didn’t want to get up, how could he knowing what happened because of him? he sighed softly, finally letting go his now damp pillow*

*peeks into Max’s tent, still smiling.* Max? Hey buddy – are you ready for a fun day?

*he glanced up at Carlos before rolling onto his stomach, pulling his hood over his head* no..

*blinks, suddenly concerned for Max* Max? Buddy? Are you still feeling sick?

no.. but i feel horrible… *it sounds like he’s been crying alot…*

*Oh no…* Max? Can I come in?

*he hesitates before nodding, grabbing his pillow again*

*Carlos comes in carefully, zipping the flap closed about halfway behind him. He sets the tote bag beside Max’ bed before kneeling down next to it.* Hey, buddy… what’s going on?

… i-i.. i let something bad happen and.. and someone died because of it.. *sniffle*

*blinks* What? Uh… Uh, Max… I’m not sure I understand. Do you… do you want to talk to me about it? Start from the beginning?

*he sighed softly, forcing himself to sit up and wiping away his tears* Maven.. h-he got an M!A that u-unpurified him.. and he wanted to leave camp s-so he got on the bus and.. a-and i couldn’t…

What… what happened to Maven, Max?

h-he crashed.. an-and died.. *he fights back more sobs*

Oh… oh no, Max, I’m so sorry… *he quickly puts his arms around the boy and hugs him close*

*he hugged back, breaking down into small sobs as he clung to the other*

*Carlos isn’t sure what to say. Right now he just holds Max and lets him cry*

*after a long few minutes, he calms down again. shaking slightly as he tries to even out his breathing again*

*rubs Max’s back to help calm him* I’m here, Max… take deep breaths.

*shows up to camp with tote bag* Hey Max! Happy belated birthday!

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*Max was still laying in bed, he didn’t want to get up, how could he knowing what happened because of him? he sighed softly, finally letting go his now damp pillow*

*peeks into Max’s tent, still smiling.* Max? Hey buddy – are you ready for a fun day?

*he glanced up at Carlos before rolling onto his stomach, pulling his hood over his head* no..

*blinks, suddenly concerned for Max* Max? Buddy? Are you still feeling sick?

no.. but i feel horrible… *it sounds like he’s been crying alot…*

*Oh no…* Max? Can I come in?

*he hesitates before nodding, grabbing his pillow again*

*Carlos comes in carefully, zipping the flap closed about halfway behind him. He sets the tote bag beside Max’ bed before kneeling down next to it.* Hey, buddy… what’s going on?

… i-i.. i let something bad happen and.. and someone died because of it.. *sniffle*

*blinks* What? Uh… Uh, Max… I’m not sure I understand. Do you… do you want to talk to me about it? Start from the beginning?

*he sighed softly, forcing himself to sit up and wiping away his tears* Maven.. h-he got an M!A that u-unpurified him.. and he wanted to leave camp s-so he got on the bus and.. a-and i couldn’t…

What… what happened to Maven, Max?

h-he crashed.. an-and died.. *he fights back more sobs*

Oh… oh no, Max, I’m so sorry… *he quickly puts his arms around the boy and hugs him close*

*he hugged back, breaking down into small sobs as he clung to the other*

*Carlos isn’t sure what to say. Right now he just holds Max and lets him cry*

*shows up to camp with tote bag* Hey Max! Happy belated birthday!

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*Max was still laying in bed, he didn’t want to get up, how could he knowing what happened because of him? he sighed softly, finally letting go his now damp pillow*

*peeks into Max’s tent, still smiling.* Max? Hey buddy – are you ready for a fun day?

*he glanced up at Carlos before rolling onto his stomach, pulling his hood over his head* no..

*blinks, suddenly concerned for Max* Max? Buddy? Are you still feeling sick?

no.. but i feel horrible… *it sounds like he’s been crying alot…*

*Oh no…* Max? Can I come in?

*he hesitates before nodding, grabbing his pillow again*

*Carlos comes in carefully, zipping the flap closed about halfway behind him. He sets the tote bag beside Max’ bed before kneeling down next to it.* Hey, buddy… what’s going on?

… i-i.. i let something bad happen and.. and someone died because of it.. *sniffle*

*blinks* What? Uh… Uh, Max… I’m not sure I understand. Do you… do you want to talk to me about it? Start from the beginning?

*he sighed softly, forcing himself to sit up and wiping away his tears* Maven.. h-he got an M!A that u-unpurified him.. and he wanted to leave camp s-so he got on the bus and.. a-and i couldn’t…

What… what happened to Maven, Max?

h-he crashed.. an-and died.. *he fights back more sobs*

Oh… oh no, Max, I’m so sorry… *he quickly puts his arms around the boy and hugs him close*