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

"Calm down!" Jack said. He needed something to calm him down until he got that blood. "What would your girlfriend think of you now!?"

Jamie stilled. " C...." His jaw slowly closed, bones returning to natural state. " Ca..." His nails shortened, his fingers bleeding.

He looked up, tears running redly down his cheeks. " Jac..k?" 

"Good..." He let go of his grip on Jamie, putting him gently on the floor. "You okay man? Tell me who you are..." He saw his brothers confused face. "Just entertain me, okay?"

" J...Jamie..." He forced out, mouth dry and useless. He blinked. " H..hurts...."

"Yes, I understand..." Jack said, in a calm, manner. "But don't focus on the hurt, ok? We are going to the blood bank." He reached out his hand. "Take my hand...and we will go together... Just don't focus on the pain, or listen to those voices, or whatever triggers... That...

"o...ok..."  Jamie took Jack's rough hand, and they went, slowly and stumbling, to the blood bank.

Jack opened the back door with ease. Lock-picking was a needed skill. He let go of his brothers hand. "I'll be a minute...stay here..." He couldn't trust Jamie alone, but less in a blood bank...

Jamie fell into an overstuffed chair, breathing hard, eyes fluttering closed. 

He got box for organ transplants, and lined it with ice. He took as much as two boxes full, six packs. He went back to Jamie. "Hold theses... And don't drink them... I need two more boxes." He heard mumbling from his brother, or something else, and took it as a yes.

Jamie held the bottles, but his mind was elsewhere. 

Jaaaamie..... come....

" Who...?"

Don't question us, Jamie. Come.... come....

Jamie stood, and started to walk. 

Jack grabbed the last six, a total of twelve . He went outside. "God, not again..." He saw Jamie walking. He went behind, in pursuit, but also to not draw attention.

Jamie walked as in a dream, slowly, listening.

Yes....come, Jamie... we love you.... we're your real family...

" But Jack is..." Jamie started, whispering.

Jack is weak... he seeks to harm you... do not trust him.... he lies....

Jack heard more mumbling. Then, a crowd came in from a building nearby. Night clubs... Damn... He kept on trying to squeeze through... And keep pursuit.

Jamie kept on, but in his mind, he wasn't in a street, he wasn't even a vampire....

he saw a large yard, bright and happy, and he was walking towards a cheerful Victorian: the house Jack had torched back in their hometown. 

" Jamie! "

"Jamie!" He continued to yell. That crowd pushed jack back farther than he thought. "Jamie, snap out of it!"

" Jamie? Jamie? Come on in, honey, dinner's ready."

She stood there, red hair shining, a smile on her face....

 

" Mom...."

"Jamie-" he was knocked back by one of the members. He got up to see Jamie walking into the street, with reckless abandon, missing a car by a couple of centimeters.

" Jamie, come on, what kept you?"

" I was...playing...with...Jack.."

It was hard to speak, hard to move, but he did, dimly hearing shouting in the back of him mind. 

Jack couldn't weave past the traffic. Four minutes passed before the change of light.

" Jamie.... yessssss......"

His mother stepped back, suddenly... different. 

" Moma?" 

He was confused: the day was gone, a street around him. 

" Moma?" He asked again, coming to his senses at last.

" Jack..."

He stepped forward. 

It was quick: a car blew the light, speeding up, plowing through the lanes.

It hit him dead on, throwing him up over the hood, his body smashing the windshield. 

He fell to the ground hard, bone cracking through the flesh on his arm.

He wheezed, a pained, death rattle gasp.

" J..J...Jac..."

His breathing stopped. 

"Jamie!!!" He screamed. No. No. Not like this...he came over, cases of blood in hand. "Dirnk, man!" He tried feeding him the blood to see if that would heal him...

 

 

Jamie.

 

Tears almost swelled up in his eyes...

Jamie was weightless, floating.....

He still felt his body, but it was....distant...

 

Now what?

 

He said, but...silently, like...thinking, only out-loud.

Wetness hit his face, salty... tears? 

He felt warmth in his mouth... blood, sweet, good blood.

He felt himself coming back, but it wasn't fast.

Was he breathing? 

He didn't know. 

He wanted to go back: whatever afterlife awaited a vampire was more than likely full of pain and torment. He wanted to live, he wanted to see, he...

Jamie....

Carol? Carol, you're.... how....

It's not your time, Jamie. Later, but not now.

I've missed you. 

And I've missed you.

 

A ghost of a kiss on his lips.

Goodbye....

 

He sat up, coughing. 

Jack hugged him as soon as Jamie got up...

 

"You idiot..." He told Jamie thorough muffled voice. "Don't pull that stunt ever again..." He was still crying.

Jamie hugged him back.

" Jack... I saw..."

He thought it over, and shut his mouth. 

" I thought I was dead."

"Well, you aren't now... So..." He patted Jamie's back. "Let's go... Can you stand up?"