RATED: 17 For Vampire Violence, action, and language. 

 

A gas station, off the main road.

Dirty place, with a rusted out tin roof and toothless shop keep. 

In a dingy bathroom in the back, a fan rattling and humming in the open window, two teen aged guys argued in the dim heat of the afternoon.

 

 

 

 

" It wasn't my fault, Jack ,you KNOW that! " 

Jamie looked down at the floor, seated on the toilet in the stall, waiting for Jack to finish applying the dye to his hair. 

His own black hair was now a rich white, with honey blonde high lights, leather gloves without fingers on his hands. 

" What are we going to do? Keep running? They'll catch us in the end..."

He looked up, a single tear running down his cheek. 

" Won't they?" 

Edited February 7, 201411 yr by TheTimidLight

" Red...Woman.....Ahh...."

He bucked, sweat dripping down his face. 

" J...j...."

"Jamie?" He said to his brother. He opend the last bottle of blood, and tried to calm him down with it..

" Jack.... that woman...she..." Jamie said, as his mind suddenly cleared. 

NO!

The voice screamed into his mind, and Jamie jerked back, blood pouring from his nose. 

"Woman?" Jack got to the trunk. "Jenna, stop it!"

" Screw you!" Jenna shrieked, throwing herself against the trunk.

 

 

" Jack...run..it's....please..go..."

Jamie panted, feeling heat course through his veins, racing up and down him like hellfire. 

Jack couldn't leave his brother behind.... "I'm getting the matches...Jamie! Control your body, and move...." The matches were in the glove compartment near Jamie...

" Jack...I don't wanna..hurt...youuuu..."

Jamie's voice deepened, as he felt a vein pop in his arm, blood pouring free. 

"It's okay Jamie..." He got closer to the front of the car. "You won't..."

" But..."

But you want to, Jamie... you want to tear...devour...kill...

Jack went to the door. "Just hold on..." He reached his arm to the compartment, vein showing.

Jamie lunged froward, latching onto the vein, stabbing like a shark with his teeth, deep, hungry grunts coming from his throat.

"JamAAAGGGHHH!" He looked at Jamie. "Jamie! Let go! Fight the..." He reached towards the compartment .

Jamie dug in, sucking deep, red smearing his face as Jenna laughed from the trunk. 

"Jenna!" He screamed, trying to fight the vice grip. "Jamie... Think of your mother... Think of anything!"

" He's gone, stupid shit! It's the rage! He went too long without feeding!" Jenna cackeled from the trunk. 

" He's a subspecies!" 

"Shut up!!" Jack retorted. "Jamie..." He said in desperation. "Think about your mother...."

Jamie grunted, digging in, teeth severing nerves and veins. 

"Please…Jamie…" he said, cringing. "What would mom say...." He started to feel waves upon waves of pain. It's as if his arm was bitten off...

Jamie stilled, falling back. 

 

" Nooooo! Get up! Move!!!" Jenna screeched. 

"That's it Jamie..." He felt the grip loosen. "Think of the poem..."

The poem....

" Hush my child...."

The poem....

" 'neath Winter's moon..."

Mother....

Jamie sighed, eyes fluttering shut. 

 

"  NOOO!!!" Shrieked Jenna, pounding the trunk lid. 

"Ok..." He couldn't feel his arm... But the sun was soon to rise... He started the car.

Jenna shrieked: she'd lost the mind link... the blood bag....

" Goddamn you Jack!!!!!!!" She screamed. 

"Love you too!" He said to her. "Jamie... I don't know if you can hear me... I forgive you..."

Jenna screeched, banging and kicking, tearing her nails off as she clawed at the metal. 

 

 

Dimly, Jamie heard Jack speaking, but only heard two words:

" Forgive you..."