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

" I.... I...." Jamie wasn't awake: his eyes were closed. 

" Carol..."

Carol was the girl he'd killed. 

"Carol, huh?" Jack said, sighing. "You wanna talk to me about it?" He looked at him.

" Carol...." Jamie muttered, holding his arms out.

His fangs came loose, and he dipped his head. " Die."

He fell back on the bed, and didn't stir for the rest of the night. 

"Okay…" Jack said. He took a bag of blood and drank it.

Jamie awoke at the smell of blood. 

" Jac...k?"

"Wut?" He tossed him a bag. "You are thirstier than I thought…. That fasting stunt must have been one, if not the most stupidest thing you've done..."

" Yeah...." Jamie tore into the bag, greedily sucking down the liquid, licking his lips.

" Never again..." 

"I can't even remember why you did it..." Jack sighed. "Well, I'm not in the mood to drive yet...so, you wanna scout the town for a bit?"

Jamie was thinking back, remembering...HER. 

" What?" He asked, looking up, not having heard Jack. 

"I said..." Jack replied "Do you wanna scout for a bit? See the town? Eat food?" He sighed. "You are such a space- case, or a spaz, or whatever they say now…" Sometimes, he would say things that showed his true age…

" I think it's " spazz" these days. " Jamie said. 

" Sure...that sounds good. No food, though. "

Food soaked up blood intake, and meant the hunger returned faster. 

They went outside. It was a small town, and jack could feel the close knited community feel. The hugest buildings there were two stories high, and people didn't mind the dark like the last town.

 

"Let me go!" He heard a voice, feminine...

" Jack..." Jamie whispered, pointing: in a small alley, a older guy was trying to grope up a teen girl.

Jamie's fangs came down, as rage filled him: blonde...like Carol....

He lunged, latching onto the guy while the girl screamed, blood splattering across her face. 

He irritatedly snapped her neck, drinking deep. 

Jack came rushing in, and grabbed Jamie by the throat. "What THE HELL!" He said in a hushed roar, a whisper with authority. "You gotta snap out of it, man!" Jamie was truly not himself. Probably never will be...

Jamie grinned, blood running from the corner of his mouth. 

" I'm just letting go... it's over anyway."

He tossed the guy's corpse away, and turned on Jack, eyes red and livid.

" just because you want to be a little bitch and drink blood bags doesn't mean I have to. Screw the New Order: it's time we took back the darkness, ruled the night as we used t..."

Jack's fist silenced him. 

He looked up, eyes back to brown, his own blood staining his fingers as he touched his mouth.

" Jack... what..."

He looked at the corpses, shock in his grey eyes.

" What...happened.."

His knees gave out, Jack catching him before he could hit the concrete. 

"We have to go." He punched Jamie in the gut to knock him out, for his and Jamie's safety.

 

He walked to the car, Jamie in hand. He put him in the car. A man saw. "Sorry sir, he's a bit drunk..." Jack said, locking Jamie in the car. He got the luggage, put it in the car, and drove off.

Jamie awoke hours later, coughing.

" What...."

He looked at Jack, who drove fast, avoiding his gaze.

" Jack...?"

"You..." Jack said, and trailed off. "You need to eat more, and we are almost there..."

Jamie blinked. " My mouth hurts." 

He watched the dusty highway unfold beneath the car's headlights, thinking to the last thing he remembered.

" Weren't we at a motel?" 

"You..." He sighed. "You did something... We had to go..." He decided to not scare him with telling the whole thing ... Jamie already thought himself a monster… "all that matters is that we are almost there…

Jamie sighed, lying back against the seat. " Ok." 

He smiled. " The moon's pretty tonight. " He looked over at Jack. " Remember that poem Mom always told us about the moon, Jack? I never could remember the words...."

"Yea…" Jack said. "Mom did have a way with words…" he looked at his brother. So innocent… well, used to be, but now, he lives this life… and… he hoped where ever they were going, it had a psychiatrist, preferably, vampire.

Jamie laid his head back, and watched the moon, thinking.

He began speaking, his voice low.

"Hush, my child, 'neath Winter's moon,

scorned by sun's dark embrace,

bled out daylight from cut wrists of dawn, 

Mistress moon watched with stone face,

as day bled and died 'fore her. "

He laid his head back, and watched the road, a single red tear tracking down his cheek. 

"Yea..." Jack said. "That's the one..." He remembered the time of their mothers death... "Alright." Jack said. "We are in Tennessee... Tell me where or when we are in the area, okay?" He looked at Jamie.

" Oh...uhmm..." Jamie sat up, wiping at his face. " Little podunk place, called Shepard's Glen, off Route 13. "