"My whole life is here," he said. "You're here."
"I could come to you anywhere," Emrick reminded him. "All places are alike to me, save for the place where you are, where lives my heart."
Richard tried to smile. "You bring mine back to me whenever you come." He dropped the letter, reached for Emrick's hands, clasped them, drew him down to the bed. "Come to me here."
They made the darkness thick and sweet between them, filled it with that old familiar song whose rhythm was Richard's labored breathing and whose melody was the vampire's controlled grace. They had memorized every line years ago. Their performance tonight was, as always, note-perfect. That very familiarity, usually a comfort, filled Richard now with doubts. He will grow tired of me, Richard thought. He has already grown bored. He used to offer every night to turn me, like the Beast nightly asking Beauty for her hand. He used to say he feared the thought of my dying and deserting him. Does he now fear the prospect of being stuck with me for eternity?
I'd say no, of course. But he never asks anymore....
This has been an excerpt from the Friday Fictionette for February 2, 2018. Subscribers can download the full-length fictionette (959 words) from Patreon as an ebook or audiobook depending on their pledge tier.