A/N: So here is chapter 4. I hope all of you enjoy it. I think I got Mort's character just right too. So if you could reassure me that would be nice. Or if you tell me what I need to fix.
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"Shel? Well what a...nice surprise."
"Yeah. So you couldn't find a better place to stay? I thought you were a big shot writer." Mort walked past Sands into the room and threw his jacket onto the bed. Sands closed the door behind him and sat down at the small coffee table by the window.
"I wouldn't say that I'm a big shot writer. The only thing that matters is the ending and I can usually think up some pretty good endings." Mort smiled and unknowingly showed off his braces. Sands burst out laughing. He had been able to hear the clicking that Mort's braces made and couldn't hold back any longer.
"Didn't you out grow braces at thirteen. I mean you had a family that could afford to get you braces." The smile dissolved off of Mort's face. Sands got up and walked into the kitchenette only to find it filled with corn. "And what the fuck do you have all this corn for?"
"I grow corn at home. The townspeople are afraid of me for some odd reason. So I have to go all the way to New London just to shop. Everyone thinks that I killed a few people. What they don't understand is that it wasn't me." He could hear Sands fiddling around with the corn and various dishes. "What are you doing in there?"
Sands came back out with a plate full of corn and sat down on the bed. "Just seeing how good of a cook you are." He bit into the corn and put it back down on the plate. "Not bad, but you know that you aren't supposed to eat corn when you have braces."
"Yeah I know. It'll get stuck. So you have to be my bodyguard?"
"Yup. And let me tell you, I'm just thrilled. I'm so happy that I get to hold off all of those fan girls who think that you're oh so wonderful. Well what do we have to do tomorrow?"
"Well we've got an appearance at some little downtown coffee shop, then there's a book signing at Borders, and then I head back to Tashmore Lakes. Are you coming back with me?"
"I hope not." Sands got up and put away his dishes. On the way back he bumped into the corner of the bed and was temporarily off balance. Mort stood up to help him and Sands punched him in the face. "Don't try to help me. I'm fine on my own."
"Then why did you walk into the bed?"
"I told you before, I don't have any eyes." Sands took off his sunglasses and stared to where Mort should be standing. Mort was caught off guard for only a moment. "So the CIA sent me a bodyguard without any eyes. That'll be productive."
Sands put his sunglasses back on and sat on the edge of the bed. "How did you know I was in the CIA?"
"I had my PI do some research on you and that's all that came up. So does the CIA know that you're blind?"
"Of course not. What would they want with a blind CIA agent? The whole experience didn't really change anything about me anyway. I'm still a blood sucking sociopath. I just happen to be lacking in the area of vision. And now that we've cleared all of this up, I'm going to sleep. Good night."
Sands laid down and Mort watched his little brother for a while before he too, went to sleep.
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Sands awoke to the sounds of boiling and the smells of corn. Well no surprise there Sheldon. He did say that he grows corn.
"Good morning. Corn?"
"Why are you so chipper? I don't remember you being a morning person."
"Well let's just say that I've exercised my demons. I even tried to get a date with the girl at the post office, but she just wouldn't give me a chance. So do you want some corn or not?" Sands noticed the hostility in his brother's voice.
"No thanks. I didn't like it all that much. Maybe you should make something else. Something that won't get caught in your braces." Mort stared at his brother. Contemplating how he felt about this statement. Suddenly Shooter decided to make an appearance.
"Well, Mr. Sands, I suggest you have some of this here corn. It'll do ya good. Ye're just too skinny for your own good." Sands' head snapped up.
"Who are you?"
"John Shooter. Pleased to meet you."
Sands stood up and made his way towards the door. "Well, if you'll excuse me Mr. Shooter I need to get some air." Sheldon where are you going. That's your brother other there. He needs help. Don't leave him now.
"Shut up. I need blood. Now!" Sands began his search for someone who he could really stick his teeth into. Someone with flavor. And then he found that someone.
"Shit."
"Fancy meeting you here El. Mind if I have a bite." Sands leaned in and bit into El's neck. Don't take more than you need now, Sheldon. Keep him around. He didn't do anything wrong. El's body was going limp. And then he fell to the ground. Not dead,but close enough to that mark.
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So there it is. I'm going to try and write a Libertine story so wish me luck. Thought I'm not sure when I'll write it. I'm working on this story and another one right now so it may take a while. Thanks for reading!