Bloody Lonely

Part 5

I had instantly known my mistake, but it was too late! I had put Andy in a coma by overloading his neural networks. My emotional state had made me sloppy, careless and stupid! Of course no human could handle a vampire's lifespan's worth of memories, what had I been thinking?

I wasn't able to think clearly, the only solution I could fathom was possibly trying to infect Andrew in his unconscious state, which could prove problematic, when I heard him speak! "(Y/N), release me, please, I wish only to hold you once again."

What? Even had Andrew... Andy Biersack, the human, survived being given my memories, they would only have served as a manner of proof of what I had told him. They would never have instilled my emotions, much less MY Andrew's feelings for me...

I turned, and saw Andrew looking back at me steadily. "Please, poppet! We have so little time! Do I really have to waste it with minutiae?" He... he had called me 'poppet...'

I blinked, my mind a haze. This couldn't be real. I had watched them throw Andrew's head into the fire. Andrew grew agitated and began to struggle in his bonds. "Wench, untie me! I'm in Andy's human body and I'm too weak, I can hardly move! I've been in Andy's body his entire life! I've struggled to come to you ever since we were parted, and this is how you greet me? I love you, eternally, with a fire that burns hotter than any in Hell, and I'm so sorry, I-"

That was all I needed to hear! I leapt on Andrew and covered his warm, weirdly human face with kisses, tearing away his bonds. "Andrew!"

"My sweet-" *kiss* "-huntress, mmmm..." I got too close to Andrew's jugular and shied away when I felt my tongue release reflexively, embarrassed.

"I'm shory!" I had never kissed a human before; I had no idea that would happen!

Andrew just chuckled. "Andy is sleeping within me, (Y/N). This is his body, but our soul is that of a vampire. Odd, but I have the beating, living heart of a vampire. Curious, eh, that such a thing could exist?" I returned the smile of the man I loved, whom I thought to never see again.

I noticed faint red spots appearing on Andrew's face. Concerned that he was having a reaction to taking over Andy's body, I wiped at them, and they came right off.

Andrew looked a little melancholy as he cupped my cheek. "My darling... you are... crying." His voice broke as he said it. I was shocked, and Andrew wiped a bloody tear from my face gently. "Be strong, poppet. When dawn comes, Andy will resume control. But know that I will always be in his body, always able to see what he sees, and always thinking of you."

I closed my eyes and rested my head against Andrew's chest, laying alongside him. "Should I not die, try and find-"

Andrew snorted. "Hush! Never speak such nonsense again, my sweet! Just be patient with me. I'll find my way back to you. Next time I'll make no foolish mistakes. For now, if you let Andy glimpse you every now and again, I shall too." He propped himself up on an elbow.

"In the meantime, while it is still I, feed from me. I don't know if you will taste my memories of the afterlife, but at least you will taste my amaranthine love for you." Andrew didn't have to suggest it twice. Partaking from my beloved was an experience I had thought long lost to time.