Wyatt is weary. He's been alive for more than two hundred years, and all that lies before him is at least another two centuries of the same tedium. The tales and legends of vampires are vastly more interesting than the reality.<br><br>After another night of failed attempts at finding someone to connect with, Wyatt heads home, more despondent and alone than ever ... and comes across a young man being attacked. Though blind by conventional standards, Wyatt is nowhere near as helpless as people like to assume, and easily fends off the attackers.<br><br>In the aftermath of the attack, the man he rescued proves unexpectedly to be a light in the darkness Wyatt has endured for centuries.

Darkness Is Illuminating

Luckily he finds some clothes his ex-lover left behind in a drawer. He knows they aren’t his, and he knows they’re a lot smaller than his own and more likely to fit Noel’s slim frame.


He quickly changes out of his bloodstained clothes, putting on some fresh ones. He leaves his dirty clothes on the floor to deal with later. Wyatt doesn’t want to spend too much time covered in the scent of Noel’s blood. Like he’d said, he isn’t a mindless animal, but that’s no reason to tempt himself.


Taking the folded clothes and the first aid kit, he returns to his family room. Noel is still sitting on the couch. Wyatt can smell him, his own scent mixed in with the scent of his blood.


“Here, this has wipes in it to clean with. As well as bandages, tape, and antiseptic creams. Everything you should need, really,” Wyatt says, holding out the first aid kit.


Chapter 6