Warning! This is rated M because there will be swearing, violence and general inappropriateness. And yeah, some characters will probably die. Enjoy! :D
Casey wipes the bar again. It never looks clean, the cloth seems to leave streaks that just won't go away.
"Does this look clean to you?" he questions in frustration, pointing to a particularly stubborn streak. Kyle smirks at him.
"Keep scrubbing and you'll wear a hole right through it." That wasn't an answer.
"Yeah, but is it clean?" he questions again, rubbing the cloth over it once more.
"Yes," Kyle says, snatching the cloth out of his hand, "go clear some tables or something."
"Fine." Casey stalks off, it wasn't like he'd chosen this, it wasn't his fault Kyle's psycho ex had showed up in town and nearly killed him.
He does a round of the restaurant, collecting plates and cutlery people are finished with. He stacks them high on his arm, this whole vampire gig isn't all bad, at least he's stronger and more agile than before. Casey dumps them in the kitchen and heads back out into the restaurant where he runs into Tamara.
"Since when did you start working at Angelo's?" she asks in surprise. Since sunlight burns me to death and gyms classes are on the sunny beach.
"Since now." He can't tell her the reason and it isn't like he owes her an explanation anyway.
"Are you okay?"
"Yes," he says, pinching the bridge of his nose and trying to ignore the burn in his throat. She eyes him warily. "I'm just hungry." That comment eases her tension. She smiles up at him.
"You work in a restaurant." If only it were that simple.
"Work being the key word there. I better get back to it."
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Casey's glad once his shift is done, it's hard being around so many people, knowing their veins are full of blood. He wants that blood but an aversion to killing is a vestige of his mortal coil, that and he is trying his best not to draw attention. He knows of course that he could leave Summer Bay, but Heath and Brax are still here and he's not ready to leave them yet.
Being a vampire was still so new. Phoebe had given him a rundown on the basics before she'd skipped town and he's seen enough movies and TV shows that he isn't completely ignorant of what it means. They'll grow older and I won't. They'll die and I won't. One day they'll be gone and I'll be alone. He walks along the beach, gazing out at the black water, and up at the twinkling stars. I could turn them... The water is so dark, he'll never see it blue again. I can't, I can't take it from them. Unlike TV though, there's no dodgy cop out that lets him walk in the sun. No daylight rings or sparkly diamond skin. He sighs and heads for home, the oncoming dawn prickling against his skin. He needs the darkness of his coffin before the sun rises.
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It's after nine when Casey wakes and outside the sky is truly dark. His throat aches with thirst. Rising from his coffin he sees that Heath is waiting for him. It's his turn. Casey goes to him, drawn by a potential meal. Casey hears Heath's heart quicken, and can smell the fragrant blood flowing under his skin. He steps forward and presses their bodies together, slides his hand behind Heath's head. Heath tilts it to the side and Casey leans down, sinking his fangs into his brother's neck. The sweet liquid flows down his throat sating his burning thirst. He swallows mouthful after mouthful, determined to drink until every last drop is gone. He needs to satisfy this painful hunger. His feeding is interrupted by hands on his chest, pushing him back, but he knows he's stronger, that fighting against him is useless.
"That's enough Case," Heath's voice cuts through the haze, and with one final push he manages to put a little distance between them.
Is Heath really saying no to him? He can't be, I'm the little one. He wipes his chin and considers. There's no denying Heath is paler than usual, but he's tough, and the hunger is still there. Casey reaches for his brother again, just a little more won't hurt. "No more Case," Heath says, a trickle of fear finding it's way into his voice. He takes a step back, brown eyes fixed warily on Casey. He backs into Brax who has appeared in the doorway. Brax steadies Heath with a hand on his upper arm, fingers curling around firm flesh. The tension between the human and the vampire drops instantly, and Heath looks gratefully at Brax. His eldest brother studies him with thoughtful blue eyes before he speaks.
"This isn't working is it." His statement is directed towards Casey. Casey doesn't want to appear ungrateful for what his brothers are doing for him, but Brax is right, feeding from just the two of them can't sustain him. Casey shakes his head slowly, finally acknowledging the dilemma they are in.
"I need more." His voice is barely more than a whisper when he tells his brothers they aren't enough.
"Then we'll have to find more," Brax says decisively.
"Where?" Heath asks.
"We can ask Kyle for a start. We'll figure the rest out from there."
AN: Basically this is a self-indulgent story that could go anywhere. Questions and requests will make it more interesting for everyone, so let me know if there are any characters (past or present) you want to see in it, or if there is anything you want to know more about, and I'll try to write it in. Thanks for reading :)