“Erik, you have to hold still for this to work.”
“I still feel like it needs some adjustment.”
Jason rolled his eyes in the direction of the new, breadbox-sized Kodak ‘Brownie’ camera and muttered softly in ancient Greek before raising his voice. “You do know that Katherine’s going to kill you, right?” He returned his attention to the viewfinder. Erik had a bee in his bonnet about getting this… picture… taken and wouldn’t be dissuaded.
The Vampire King laughed. “Isn’t that the point of this exercise?”
“Hold still. I’m still getting the exposure.” Dammit, Erik had moved again. “We’re going to have to try again. You moved.”
This time Jason cast his look fully at his master, arid and annoyed.
Erik dropped his hand to below his waist and made an obscene gesture. “Is this in the shot, too?”
Jason sighed a long-suffering sigh. “I’m going to help her hide your body. Just letting you know.” He advanced the film with the turnkey and felt the small tug that told him this was the last attempt. “Last try, unless you want to break into the rest of the celluloid.” He shook his head. “I still can’t believe you spent this much money just to prank Katherine.”
“It wasn’t so bad.”
“The camera alone cost a dollar.” Jason tracked Erik’s expenses. If he kept spending at this rate, he would have to write to Erik’s vampire father in Rome for money.
Erik fidgeted with his pants some more until he finally looked up, grinning broadly. “Okay, now I’m ready.”
Jason sighed. He couldn’t believe Erik was making him do this. Never mind—it was Erik. “Okay, just hold still. Taking the picture… now.”
Katherine really was going to kill him.
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