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Maeve lies to her friends. Dolan gets very drunk. Maeve revisits a disturbing childhood incident... Hello, and welcome to “Hobbies Include: Writing” the creative fiction podcast. The story you are about to experience is a work in progress. I invite you to be my audience, my first editor, my critic and more. You can comment via email, social media or directly on the website. Just head over to the Discuss Tab. Reminder that the Patreon special offer is still running, the first 10 donors at $5 or above receive top-tier benefits for as long as they continue to donate. Since the last episode, I recorded a great interview with You Did A Thing! Podcast which will be launching soon. I want to make a quick apology for any background sounds you hear in this recording. They aren't overpowering, but it may sound like I'm shuffling paper or fabric from time to tome. I learned I cannot wear a certain jacket while recording because it makes noise with every tiny movement. I chose not to re-record in order to ensure I got you this episode on time. If this is your first time listening in, I recommend you start back at Episode One and the setup of our story. Quick recap last episode: we got a look at daily life living with a vampire uncle as roommate and Maeve’s experience of the growing connection between her and Dolan. Without further ado, I present humbly to you the paranormal long-fiction audio novel, “Blood that Binds.” Click above to listen on Spreaker, or choose your podcasting platform. The PDF is available for download below. CONTENT WARNING: Be advised, this audio novel contains strong language along with descriptions of blood, biting and vampirism. This story includes exploration of toxic relationship dynamics, including abusive elements that may be upsetting for some people. This story also includes characters with a variety of spiritual, gender, sexual and ethnic identities. This is intended to create an inclusive and diverse narrative with the understanding that no character can completely encompass representing a particular identity or community. Any fantastical depictions of witchcraft are not intended to discredit anyone’s spiritual beliefs or practices. Links & Credits
"I’m family and I’m paying your tuition and half of rent. You could show a little gratitude,” He wags a finger at her patronizingly. “I do, literally in my own blood!” She slaps her arm like an addict gearing up for smack. “Oh don’t be dramatic. So we had a slip up. These things happen. We can’t be expected to fall into each other’s schedules after just two weeks. Why, it took your aunt and I --” “No!” She swipes her hand through the air to cut him off. “Absolutely you do not get to compare your relationship with Linda to our arrangement. Ever!” “Why not?” He wrinkles his forehead with genuine confusion. “Because you were fucking her! She was your fucking blood-lust thrall, and that is not going to be me,” Maeve grabs a rag and furiously wipes the counter of the little bits of herbs that escaped her charm. “Of course not, you’re like a niece to me, practically a daughter.” He pauses and interrupts himself, realization dawning on his face, “Oh, is that what this is about?” “Linda? Yes it very much fucking is--” She flaps the rag back into its place hanging from the stove handle, but he talks over her before she can continue. “Listen, I know it might be awkward having a father-figure living with you at this stage in your life. You want to sow your wild oats and party, have boyfriends or girlfriends or whatever. Please, don’t let me get in your way. I may be 500 years old but I am more than aware of what it means to hang a sock on the door,” he chuckles with a knowing grin. Maeve pauses in revolted disbelief, then pinches the bridge of her nose with her thumb and forefinger, “I don’t get to have significant others, or even just normal friends, because of you.” Her voice starts off low but quickly gains volume and momentum, “For the rest of my life I am tied down to an unaging 20-something relative who can’t live more than a few minutes away from me because I’m his fucking food source. Long-term, my choices are total isolation from society or starting my life over every time people question why you aren’t aging.” She buries her face in her hands for a moment, “I’m lying to my friends already, how long before I push them away completely?” He appears to have no answer, so she bursts out, “No wonder my aunt fell in love with you. You had her isolated! You were the only person she was allowed to be close to who wasn’t related to her. It wasn’t love, it was fucking Stockholm syndrome!”
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