The Blood Pact of Laurel and Hardy.
Laurel and Hardy were always together on set and off. It was a common occurrence, the director other actors and prop people would always see them but why. No one on set had the nerve to understand why they where to close. In truth they where blood brothers.
It was nearly midnight as Stanley had driven into the dark headlight blazing as barley any cars were out on the dirt patch of road. He quickly drove up to where Oliver was awaiting at the entrance to an abandoned house. He got out of the car as both men embraced eachother.
" Come on Stanley the blood moon is almost up." grabbing his arm and yanking him into the house. Stanley almost very nearly tripping over a bucket by the door. Oliver grabbed him by the waist hoisting him up and then following him quickly up the stairs.
The house had been abandoned for years it was good thing for the boys. They were more than just friends they were blood brothers.
It was a good thing no one knew about their pact for they had been doing this for years. And tonight was their 20th night. But the schemed longer in their eyes.
Both men made it up to the attic room, it was dusty since their last time they had done this. And it was just a month ago!
Once inside Oliver closed the door locking it. Stanley went over to the drawn circle in the floor with symbols and candles. A small black book placed upon a orated decorated stand was open. Two futami mats were placed in the corner as Stanley dragged them out it was covered in dry blood from the last time.
"Get undressed Stanley" said Oliver he quickly obeyed leaving his pants on but his top half exposed. Oliver did the same.
After chanting both men cut their wrists with a knife. Oliver went first grabbing Stanley's arm Oliver began to suck. "Ohh Stanley." he moaned as Stanley began to cry out in pain. He grabbed Oliver's arm now completely bleeding and dripping blood sucked him back. Each time they would suck the warm blood would enter into them their eyes would turn red and their teeth would extend.
They released each others arm shoulder to shoulder laugh and talk through half of the night.
" So how's your family Ollie," said Stanley, "all are well and yours?"
" We are fine my wife comes home late every night" "really?" said Ollie. This was nothing new to the man.
By the end of the night Laurel and Hardy would fall asleep against eachother. Oliver against Stanley.. Blood Brothers until the end of time. It was how they were going to stay forever.
By morning they would put back on their tops close the room up and head down stairs. They always would have breakfast together, go into the car they would kiss eachother on the cheek and forehead their pact.
Stanley walked over to his car got in and waved good buy to Oliver. " Until we meet on set brother" he said waving goodbye.
" Always!" called Oliver it was the truth. Oliver got onto his rented motor cycle and drove home. It had been a long night and his wife was probably worried about him.
It would be times of laughter and love between them as blood brothers.
Sometimes being human was a fact of life and they had to deal with it one step at a time
The End.
