Warnings: AU, expect OOC behavior. Also, I don't indicate who's speaking when, so feel free to guess who our speakers are (identities revealed at the end of the fic).
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"You're supposed to be dead."
"Yeah, I hear that a lot."
"I saw you die! How the hell can you be here--"
"You saw someone die. You never saw me die."
"But... but I know I did...."
"That was a copy. Oh, come on now, don't look so bloody confused. You were well aware of the fact that your brother-in-arms was a construct."
"Wha--you're the original?!"
"See? I knew you could figure it out."
"But that's impossible! You can't possibly be the original, they told me those cells were taken in Terran year 2003!"
"So they were."
"But... but there's no way you could have lived this long!"
"Who said I was alive?"
"You--"
"I only said I heard the phrase you're supposed to be dead a lot. I never said that I was alive."
"..."
"Tell me--do they still speak of the undead, the creatures of darkness, vampires, in this new age?"
"oh my god...."
"God can't help you now, Ronald MacDougall. Just as you couldn't help your 'brother'."
With that said, the vampire who had given life to Harry MacDougall via his genetic code fell upon the elder of the brothers, his fangs seeking the warm blood flowing within the mortal's veins.
OWARI?
End Note: I dunno, I might be able to expand this a bit, make it a series. But only after I finish up 'Human Heart' and about a half dozen other incomplete works on my hard drive.