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Vlad's lips graced the crystal cup and gulped as the cool liquid splashed down his throat. He never liked the feeling of the plastic rims of cheap wineglasses against his lips, even as a child growing up in a suburban home, in which plastic was commonplace as a clock on the wall. It felt fake and lying, as if the plastic was lying to itself, saying it was something more then burnt crude oil and pretending to be beautiful blown glass.
The cold liquid burned down his throat as he took another swing of the ghostly aged wine. This particular wine was made from grape that were grown in the human world back in Ancient Greece. A wine considered commonplace in the Ghost Zone that Vlad secretly enjoyed when none of his ghostly acquaintances were around to see him. Maybe it was because his human half could still catch some of the effects that the alcohol left; A sip of wine was like a shot of whiskey for a brief and wondrous second to his human half. To a ghost, this was nothing more then a mere, and cheap, drink.
But unfortunately, it lasted only a moment. His filtering system was far better then a human's; He could never get drunk.
He begun to pour himself more before he realized the dusty bottle was empty. He blinked almost lazily at the bottle before standing up and uncorking another from the shelf.
He tripped over another bottle that had been knocked over and had rolled halfway between the couch and the ottoman where Vlad rested his feet, the left one crossed over the right. This time he didn't even bother pouring the violet-red liquid into the expensive wineglass; He just drunk it straight from the bottle.
He gazed heavily at the half a dozen empty wine bottles strewn around the room. No human could drink six bottles of five thousand year old wine from early Ancient Greece without being heavily drunk, or dead.
Strike that. Seven bottles of ancient wine.
Vlad set the empty bottle on the ground and stared at the ceiling. He barely moved when he heard Daniel come in through the door.
The younger half ghost took one look around the room with a sharp intake of breath. He nudged the nearest empty flask with his left foot so the dusty label shined bright and clear.
"Seven bottles of wine from Ancient Greece?" Daniel turned to the older man and shook his head. "And you still aren't drunk."
"It's our curse, Daniel," Vlad replied, swinging the empty bottle on his finger. "We can drink all of the wine in the world and still not even be tipsy."
"Well that sucks," Daniel replied. He crossed his arms. "You can't stay in here forever, you know."
Vlad replied by pretending to drink some more wine from an empty bottle.
"We buried her today."
What simply words. Daniel said those four words as if he could be talking about the weather, or global warming. But those words had a sharp undertone that made Vlad cringe.
"We don't blame you."
At that Vlad laughed. A dry, humorless laugh that echoed around the room and rung in his own ears.
He calmed himself, and started directly into Daniel's blue eyes, a ghost of a dry grin on his features. "But I blame myself."
Poor Vladdie. I wonder what happened to him.
Tell me what you think happened in the reviews, I'm curious.