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The Vampire of Night Vale

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      Cecil groaned a second time, this one longer than the first, and his eyes slowly fluttered open. He winced under the tight grip, and found it difficult to move his cold, lifeless limbs.

       At first, he found it impossible to speak, and it terrified him. Unable to move, unable to communicate, he felt as if he were trapped in a nightmare, experiencing an episode of sleep paralysis while his poor husband panicked over him. It took another long, terrible moment before he realized that he needed to breathe manually in order to say anything.

       “Babe? What’s wrong?” he squeaked, as he worked on the issues of better speech and any sort of movement. Still, for the moment, it was enough to just be able to respond to his Carlos.

Carlos gasped, relief slamming into him like a truck. He let out a long sigh, dropping back down onto the bed next to Cecil and wrapping his arms around the other tightly. Still cold…. ugh. Carlos quickly started working his hands on Cecil’s skin, trying ineffectively to warm him up.

“You- you- Thank God, Cecil… You weren’t moving – You weren’t breathing! I – shit, I thought some thing had – I-I thought you weren’t going to wake up!” Carlos was babbling, but was still trying to explain. He was just so happy that he’d been wrong though!

       Cecil drew in a deep breath, again manually, just to take in the scent of Carlos, so much stronger now than it had ever been before. Was this because of what had happened? (Well, he was a predator now, was he not?) 

      He was beginning to regain sensation in his body, and his fingers curled upward towards the arms around him, every nerve and cell in his body reacting to Carlos. The scientist’s warmth and scent, the reality of him was a healing force, the vibration from his heart reverberating from his chest into Cecil’s back, speaking to Cecil’s own still heart as if it were beating for the both of them. 

       Cecil inhaled again. “Baby, I’m so sorry, I… I never meant for this to happen,” he whispered. “Moving is really hard― oh, God, I’m so sorry I scared you. I’m here, I promise, I’m still here with you.”

Carlos blinked at him, surprised. “What? No, no, Ceec, don’t apologize. It’s not your fault! I’m just happy you’re okay, Cecil – you’re still here with me and that’s all that matters! I’m so sorry I got scared – I know a scientist isn’t supposed to get scared because we need to think rationally, but for a second I forgot that I was a scientist and I just…”

Carlos was forced to cut himself off by taking a sharp and sudden inhale. In that split moment his train of thought switched tracks.

“Oh my goodness, you must be suffering from rigor mortis.” Carlos started to rub Cecil’s arms faster. “Let’s – uh, we’ll just warm you up. It’ll be easier to move when your blood can flow again.” But then Carlos realized something. “Blood – blood! You must be hungry!” Carlos looked over his shoulder at his end table and saw the small pile of bloodstones he’d gathered the night before.

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Ironic that the guy
who likes me for my brain is an actual zombie. Carlos almost snorted aloud
at his own joke – he thought it was pretty good and, if he were a ghoul too,
maybe Hancock would appreciate it. But he decided against saying it aloud –
more than once Hancock had jokingly referred to himself as ‘King of the Zombies’
but that was something Carlos was going to stay away from. Too bad… it could
have been a good joke.

“Well, it’s good to know that there’s something about me you like,” he hummed, and he gave Hancock’s jaw
a small kiss.

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“I think you need to register your wand,” Carlos said. “So that in case you do something you are documented and can be tracked. And, yeah, I guess it’s pretty strict. But if you’re not planning on causing any trouble, then I think you’re okay. I don’t know… I haven’t traveled to America while living in a foreign country, so I haven’t experienced it.”

“Of course, heh, I guess I shouldn’t expect you to really know when you don’t exactly have to worry about that kind of thing. It does sound pretty similar to traveling around here though.” He shrugged, then smiled and let out a happy little noise as their destination finally came into view. “Ah, almost there! Ya can’t see the Causeway from here, but you got a nice view’a the coast at least while we drive down to the visitor’s center.”

Carlos looked out the window and smiled. “Oh, that’s amazing,” he said. The sight of the coast looked so refreshing. The blue water looked so vibrant and clean, and there was white foam where it touched the boulders and coast. The ocean stretched out far across flat horizon and Carlos thought he could see an occasional member of marine life breach the surface as little dots of white appeared on the water. “It looks incredible, Hancock. Somehow the water is just… it just looks different from Oregon.”

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Carlos hummed, his nudging turning into nuzzling. He didn’t
feel completely there at the moment with his head hurting, but he was vaguely aware
that Hancock’s response was in a slightly different tone from previously. He
wondered if he said something wrong, but for the life of him couldn’t think of
what it was at the moment.

“It’d be fun to figure it out,” he told Hancock. “Figuring
out the components and how to distribute the heat… I could totally do it, I
think. We should keep an eye out for home and living books or something that I
can study. Maybe an instruction manual too – that’d be great.”

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Carlos hesitated to answer. “Eh…” he started, “I dunno. At
this point there isn’t any cooperation between the American and No-maj
government. And there’s still even some stiffness between the Native American
wizards and the ones descended from immigrants, so it’d be tough to even start
doing a reveal. And America is full of so many different kinds of people… I
have no idea what it’d be like if they found out about magic, but I’m honestly
a little scared of what might happen. I wouldn’t be surprised if the Westboro
Baptist Church decided to start a new anti-witch crusade or ‘blood atonement’ thing because we’re ‘all
going to hell’ or something like that…”

“Oh shit, I forgot all about those shitheads.” He replied softly at the mention of religious radicals, a frown tugging at his lips. “I suppose around there you’re probably quite a bit more outnumbered than we are here, maybe some big reveal wouldn’t be such a good idea just yet. What’s it like for magical tourists there? Are the restrictions pretty strict or could I do pretty much whatever I want as long as muggles don’t see if I came to visit? I’m just curious, heh. I haven’t been outside of Europe before.”

“I think you need to register your wand,” Carlos said. “So that in case you do something you are documented and can be tracked. And, yeah, I guess it’s pretty strict. But if you’re not planning on causing any trouble, then I think you’re okay. I don’t know… I haven’t traveled to America while living in a foreign country, so I haven’t experienced it.”

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Carlos snorted softly. “Of course you would,” he teased, nudging Hancock’s cheek with his chin. Honestly, that sounded dangerous to Carlos. It’d be tough to find a hold on something, and then with wet hands trying to work a bottle of oil (because God knows water wouldn’t be enough)… just seemed like a bit of a hassle. “Honestly, I’ve never heard of that. It seems… weird.”

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Carlos nodded. “Yeah, of course,” he agreed. “It’s just that we had a big scare with the Salem Witch Trials back since even before the United States became a thing, and then there was another scare in the 1910s or so… so MACUSA tried to get a handle on everything and keep children from performing magic when they were too young. I guess… we have enough issues with accidents. Then again, the US is a big country so… maybe the government is a bit stricter because there’s more wizards to deal with?”

“Ah, yeah, that’s right, I always forget about that shit.” He sighed, shaking his head slightly as he thought back to history lessons about the plight of American witches and wizards being found out by their muggle neighbors. “I s’pose it makes more sense considering that past, but I’m still not sure I could handle having my wand taken. Not sure so much secrecy is needed anymore either, I think muggles would be ready to accept magic these days, don’t you?”

Carlos hesitated to answer. “Eh…” he started, “I dunno. At
this point there isn’t any cooperation between the American and No-maj
government. And there’s still even some stiffness between the Native American
wizards and the ones descended from immigrants, so it’d be tough to even start
doing a reveal. And America is full of so many different kinds of people… I
have no idea what it’d be like if they found out about magic, but I’m honestly
a little scared of what might happen. I wouldn’t be surprised if the Westboro
Baptist Church decided to start a new anti-witch crusade or ‘blood atonement’ thing because we’re ‘all
going to hell’ or something like that…”

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From the stars

Peter sighs as he flops down on his bunk and starts dialing up the signal for terra. They were goi g to be close and he knew if carlos said he wanted to see Yondu then they would visit. “Hey Carlos! Hehe. So we’re gonna be the closest we have been since we left only a few jumps away from terra. I really want to visit but you know how dad is…. he won’t come unless you call him… something about getting in your way or something. Damn man I miss you. Oh and tell your dad I’d loooove a life time supply of those tamales!”

A call from Peter was just what Carlos needed and he answered the communicator tired, but happy. “Pete, it’s so good to hear from you,” he told the younger man. “You’re close? What brings you to our back-water part of the galaxy? Heh…”

“A mission of some sort that I wasn’t allowed to go on……. was soooo stupid….. dad got shot in the arm…. would not have happened if I’d been there. But noooooo. Heh. So yeah I mentioned to dad to come by but he said not unless you invite us. Something about you being busy and stuff.”

Carlos wasn’t busy. Wasn’t busy at all. At least, not in the way he really wanted to be.

“I’m never too busy for you guys! Absolutely – swing by if you can! We’ll have dinner,” Carlos said, smiling.

“Awesome!!!” There was the sound of peter running then jumping on the bed the camera going all crazy then a flash of blue and glowing red. “Dad! Carlos says we can come visit! Common get up!!!”

“BOY GET OFF ME!!!! FUCK OWWW!!! PETER JASON QUILL GET BACK HERE!!!”

Carlos chuckled. God, he missed these peoples’ craziness.

“Yondu, you but holes in that boy I’m never buying you ice cream again,” Carlos pretended to scold, speaking loudly into the comm to make sure Yondu could hear him.

Yondu takes the com and sets it down so it showed him sitting up in bed shirtless and peter in a head lock getting tickled to death. “Now come on carlos. That’s just playing dirty.” Grins at him. He had a few bandages but didn’t look to bad.

Carlos blinked at Yondu, a little surprised at his state of
undress. Did Peter call in the middle of the night shift?

Carlos cleared his throat and smiled. “Um, so… How are you
guys doing? Not getting into too much trouble I hope?”

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No- I don’t think- I don’t know.

Well…. if it is, let me know, okay?

*peeks into the pot* The ice is melted. Wanna feel the water? See if it’s cool enough?

*Max stuck his hand in the water before grabbing three(3) more ice cubes and tossing them in* almost.

Alright. *Carlos grabs an ice cube out of the pitcher and pops it in his mouth, crunching it with his teeth.*

Have you ever tried the hairspray lighter thing? *max took one of the ice cubes and put it in his mouth*

Yes, and it is very dangerous. I suggest, before doing that, you find a nice open space away from anything flammable. *how can one be noisy eating ice? Who knows, but Carlos is noisy*

Well that’s damn impossible since this is the middle of the forrest almost.

Well, then wait until you can find a nice parking lot to do it in. With adult supervision.

That’s not as fun..

… You could set up a tower of paper cups to hit with the flames?

*max shrugged* maybe.

Come on, it’d be absolutely fun and amazing. Ooh, you could make the cups Styrofoam instead. They melt in a very interesting way.

‘Can put jolly ranchers or something in the cups,

Ooh, that’d be fun. Or Starbursts. Yeah, just… make something that’ll melt really pretty. And safely.