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

" He's talking about that chick he dated.... Carol...."

Andrew snickered. " If she was into red heads...heh heh..."

"Carol..." Jack muttered. "I don't know much about her... Jamie kept to himself… he tell you anything about her? And what do you mean, 'into read heads'?"

" Jamie said she was hot. She was a vamp, like you guys. "

He smirked. " She blew me off, said she didn't date firecrotch's." 

He looked down. " Bitch." 

"He's mentioned her a lot...." He had heard that name somewhere else…"hey, look up the news 3 to 2 days ago, where we used to live... There a murder that I'd like to see... Cheerleader murder...."

" Alright, but Jamie didn't kill her... she killed herself. "

Andrew turned away. " Night. And keep me in mind if you need some company."

He left, leaving more questions than answers in his wake. 

"She..." Jack said. He screamed. " SCREW YOU JAMIE!" He said, as the rage took over. "YOU TOLD ME YOU KILLED HER! I GAVE UP EVERYTHING FOR YOU, YOU SON OF A BITCH!" He punched the wall. "IF I DIDNT MAKE THAT PROMISE, I WOULD GUT YOU, RIGHT NOW! SAVE FATHER SOME TROUBLE!"

Edited February 3, 201411 yr by DEADACCOUNT2333

Jamie awoke, hearing the screaming: the jig was up, and Jack knew all. 

He knew Carol didn't get killed by him, but a cheerleader did. 

He knew Carol had killed herself. 

Did he know why? 

Did he know what had driven her too it?

He felt dizzy...

 

He fell to the floor as Jack came in, red faced, veins pulsing. 

He entered a dream... a dream of Carol....

 

" Jamie?"

" Hmm?"

They lay together, under a sheet, warm after.

" I... we can't ever be together again. "

" why?"

She sighed, looking away.

" The elders.... they don't approve of this. Tribe wars and all."

" I see.... so I was just a bed warmer to you, is that it?"

He was mad, madder than Hell.

" Jamie, no. I didn't...:

" What DID you mean? Huh? Tell me! " 

Carol looked at him, a red tear tracking down her cheek. 

" Jamie..."

" Go to Hell." 

 

 

That was the last he'd seen of her...

her body was found the next day, crisped by the sun, a note nearby. 

 

 

Jamie fled deeper into dreams, and did not stir for a full day. 

Jack walked downstairs, and left Jamie to his psychopathic dreams. SCREW him. He picked up the duffel bag of blood. "He's yours now." He said to Andrew, as he got in his car, and drove away... On the small amount he had to the nearest gas station. Then farther. If need be.

Edited February 3, 201411 yr by DEADACCOUNT2333

Jamie awoke, sitting up upbruptly. " Jack?"

" He's gone. " 

Andrew sat besides the bed, texting, long fingers moving at a rapid pace.

" What?" 

" Gone, dumbass: G-O-N-E."

Jamie was in shock. " Why? He said..."

" Said he got tired of your crap. "

Jamie shook his head, laughing at a high, nervous pitch. " You're lying. "

" You need help, Jamie. You're not controling the Hunger anymore. Do you WANT to be a subspecies? " 

Subspecies were the lowest of the low: vampire's who lived wild, ruled only by bloodlust. 

They were largely wiped out by the New Order, but a few pockets of them stalked L.A. and New York.

" I.." He hitched his breath. " I want my brother. " 

Edited February 3, 201411 yr by TheTimidLight

Jack stared at the ceiling of the motel room. He couldn't believe it…his own brother, lying to him... He was not far away, gas problems and all, but he was far enough from him.

 

His mothers words reverberated it his head. The promise...

 

He yelled in anger.

Jamie glared at Andrew, when laughed and rolled his eyes. " Well he sure as Hell doesn't want YOU."

" You'd better shut your mouth."

" That's not what you used to say in bed."

Jamie lost it: blind rage overtook him.

When he came to, he was outside the house, naked, and covered in blood.

He shivered against the cold, and looked up at the bedroom he'd been in: arterial blood splashed the glass darkly. 

" Jack...." 

Jack looked out the window of the hotel. He wondered what was happening to Jamies sanity... The vestiges of it, at least. His phone vibrated. It was from Andrew.

 

-Brother woke up (heart)!-

 

Jack sighed, and called the phone. One call wouldn't hurt...

Dimly...Jamie heard a phone. Andrew's phone: that stupid song from TROLL played, echoing in the night's stillness.

He stood, hugging his arms to his thin body, and entered the house through the ripped off door.

Inside, everything was destroyed.

He shivered, heading towards the spare room he'd been sleeping in, the door opened, a hand lying in view inside. 

When he pushed open the door, the hand laid there, glinting wetly, detatched from the arm it once resided on. 

Not looking at any of the gore strewn about the room, Jamie picked up Andrew's phone, and slid it to CALL.

" H..hello?" 

Jack sighed. "Hello, Jamie… where's Andrew?" He was not in the mood to talk to his ex-brother…

" Uhm...Andrew's....I don't know...Jack I..."

He looked around: Andrew stared blankly from the bed. " Uhm.... he's..."

He shivered. " Can you come back?"

"Why?" Jack asked coldly. "Why should I pal around with a lying psychopath vampire, who might I add, put me on vampires most wanted just because he couldn't eat due to loving some other bitch! The psycho who can't control himself! The maniac who's antics have kicked is out of every home! TELL ME WHY, DAMMIT, CAUSE I REALLY NEED TO KNOW! THE ANSWER IS ELUDING ME!!!!!"

" Because I... I think I... ate Andrew."

He started to cry, despite himself. 

" Jack... please...I need...help...me.."

"WELL, THATS TOO BAD, BECAUSE I-"

 

He remembered the deathbed promise. His mothers face.

 

"I'll be there in 20." He hung up the phone, and walked to the car.

 

Damn his honor. Dammit to hell.

Jamie hung up, and scrounged up some pants, but couldn't find a better shirt than a blue sweater, dashed across the front with blood.

He went down the stairs barefooted, and sat on the steps to wait for Jack. 

Jack pulled up in the car. He looked at the mess his brother had created. "Jesus…" he looked at his brother. "Go shower, at least..." He sighed. Why did he have to go back....

Jamie trudged up the steps, leaving red footprints behind.

The water was icy, chilling him, making him shiver, but he bore it. 

He was....

Monster....

Murderer....

Vampire....

Was he becoming the subspecies? The dreaded exiles all who dared walk the night feared?

He didn't know...

All he knew was death, blood, and gristle. 

Jack went inside the house. Good lord, he thought. There was blood and broken furniture everywhere... "Jamie...." Jack said to himself. "What have you done to yourself...."

Jamie came back downstairs, clean.

" You ready?" He asked Jack, his hair hanging damply in his face, the blonde dye smeared, the original colour bleeding through. 

"Yea..." Jack said, starting the car. On the drive, he looked at his brother. "Tell me... How long had you fasted? And why?"

" A...a month.."

He looked at Jack, preparing himself. " She...said it was better, that way."