Clay and Vincent are making a life together, and it is working out surprisingly well. They have completely different routines, but so far there have been no hiccups. Even better, the lockdown has come to an end and they can finally go out explore the world together.
When a travelling carnival comes to town, Clay takes Vincent for a fun, romantic evening. That is until Vincent thinks he spots Bluekin, the vampire who, without his permission, turned him and then abandoned him all those years ago.
Clay takes an immediate dislike to the man. Unfortunately, Bluekin’s feelings for him are the exact opposite. When Bluekin turns up unannounced at the home Clay shares with Vincent, Clay knows things aren’t going to end well. How can he hope to defend himself against Bluekin’s muscular bulk? What will Vincent find when he returns home?
Clay shoved the vampire away and fled to the nearest room -- the bathroom. He locked the door and wondered why he hadn’t thought to go into Vincent’s room, a room with a window he could escape through. The bathroom window was far too small even for his athletic frame.
Bluekin began tapping on the door, not angrily, just gentle, continuous taps.
“This could get very annoying for you,” he said through the door. “Come out and it’ll stop. Come out and let me show you how nice I can be.”
Clay flicked the lid of the toilet down and sat.
‘Where are you, Vincent?’ he wondered, hoping that somehow his lover would hear him and return home. ‘Where are you?’
The tapping stopped. Clay’s senses were honed on the bathroom door and beyond.
‘What’s he up to now?’
He got down on the floor, lying flat against the cold tiles, and peeked under the door. There was no one there. He crawled closer, putting his ear to the wood, though there were no other sounds than those coming from the movie he was missing.
An almighty bang sent Clay recoiling. He scuttled across the tiles to the far wall, his eyes rivetted on the door, noticing the tip of a metal blade piece the thin wood.
Clay’s eyes were wide. Like a cornered animal, he began weighing up his options, which were few.
The window was out. It was too small to climb through. Although, he could call for help. Who would hear him at that time of night? It must have been midnight. There was nowhere to hide, and Bluekin would soon be able to see him, well before he got through the door. And there was no chance Clay could take on the powerful vampire and have a hope in hell of bettering him in a fight.
Shards of wood and splinters began to rain down on the tiled floor, and now they could see each other through the hole.
“Wouldn’t it have been easier just to open the door?” asked Bluekin.
Clay sat against the wall watching the events play out as though he were separate from them. This couldn’t be real. It was a dream. A nightmare. But after kicking the door in, Bluekin entered the small bathroom and there could be no denying that this was all too real.