Mae Catt

Fic: In the cold light of morning

theknightofswords:

worn-whorehouse-stairs:

He wakes up aching, blood under his fingernails. Odette holds out a glass of water as she blurs in and out of his vision.

“I don’t feel well…Charlie…”

He hasn’t heard his own voice until she kneels down and murmurs.

“I can call him if you want, boss.”

No. His pack’s not here. Odette places another bowl of water on the bed beside him and pulls his fingers into it, then she opens her little makeup bag and takes out a pointed wooden stick. Once the blood has softened, she picks it into the bowl. She doesn’t ask where he’s been, or why the bruises. She’s dealt with Richard long enough not to bother, though she wants to.

She knows far better than to touch the blackened flesh.

“The man who brought you here is still outside,” she murmurs. “Man—boy—somethin’. I offered him coffee but he says he doesn’t drink it.”

AR sits up, jarring the water and blood. He jumps up to dress.

When he comes out, Renfield is curled up in one of this chairs with his feet resting on the arm. He is trembling from head to foot. AR swallows hard. Odette bends next to the chair.

“You’re sure I can’t get you anything, honey?”

He looks at her with wide lost-animal eyes, then catches her wrist in his hand and stares wonderingly at it. AR slams the door against the wall.

“You get out.” The shout rises in his throat and he chokes on it. There will be no howling here. Renfield scuttles out, his hip hitting the wall—both catlike and clumsy. AR sits down at his desk.

“Sir…who was that?”

In her wide, blue eyes he sees-with horror, the same servile love between the creatures.

“You’re not to let him in again.”

“No sir.”

…other people writing Renfield is not something I will be over any time soon

Hey guys, I know I’m late to this party (and I’m still getting used to deciphering Tumblr), but I wanted you to know you’re in good company.

The first screenplay I ever wrote was “Renfield,” obviously about Renfield.  I wrote it when I was fourteen, and even won this nifty 2nd place award in a high school screenwriting contest.  Here’s an old pic:

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