Duncan was agitated, to say the least.
He leaned his body against the frigid brick wall. Reaching into his pocket, he took a cigarette box and lighter. He grabbed a cigarette and stuffed the box back into it's original spot. He flicked on the lighter and lit the cigarette before cramming it back away.
Smoking was a habit that Duncan was never able to get rid of, even after becoming a vampire. He knew that there wasn't much of a benefit from it. But being a vampire, he didn't have to worry about ruining his organs. Besides, old habits die hard. It was something Duncan couldn't let go of nor did he really want to.
As a puff of smoke escaped his mouth, he recalled the events that had happened only a few minutes earlier.
He lounged back into the chair as he weighed his options for his meal that night. He could either drink blood from an animal, which was what he usually did, or he could find a human. The choice was obvious to him. After two nights without blood, he knew it was best to pick the latter.
Duncan knows he shouldn't. With the steady rise of more attacks, he knew the mention of some kind of war would eventually come up. Nevertheless, he was thirsty. He had been drinking from animals for months now, and he was in need of better-tasting blood. Should he really be punished for other vampires mistakes of bleeding out a human every night?
His thoughts were cut off when he realized that the group was staring at him. "What?" Duncan asked blankly.
Geoff stared at him with a grin, "How many are you up to, bro? The bet ends next week."
Duncan smirked, "Well, let me think," he brought up his hand and started to count on his fingers, "One, two, three, four, five, and...six."
Geoff opened his mouth in shock, "But...how? Dude, we only started five days ago!"
Duncan brought his hand back down to his lap. "I have my ways," Duncan responded smugly.
A cough was heard, which prompted Geoff and Duncan to look behind them. A tall, tan man stood near the doorway.
Geoff got up and walked over to the man, "Alejandro, man! What's up?"
Alejandro flashed a perfectly white smile and hung his coat up on the coat hanger. "My apologies," he said walking over to the coach, "I would've came earlier, however, I had to meeting with the other fairies."
Duncan rolled his eyes and turned away from the handsome man. Alejandro was definitely not Duncan's favorite person. He always tried to one-up Duncan, whether it was making a passive-aggressive remark or simply outshining him in every competition. And it wasn't that Duncan cared, but he really didn't enjoy that his reputation could be ruined if he let a fairy better him.
Alejandro took a seat on the other velvety chair, "So what were you talking about?"
Geoff smiled, "We we just talking about the bet. Duncan here says he's up to six people, dude. What about you?"
Alejandro brushed invisible dirt of his sleeve and frowned a bit. Duncan eyed him closely.
"Well, I've come to the conclusion that this bet is childish. I'm dropping out."
Duncan rolled his eyes, "Are you serious?"
"People shouldn't be treated as toys," Alejandro stated, putting his hand up to reach his chin.
"That's bullshit," Duncan sneered, "you're the one who came up with this bet in the first place. You've never thought that way before. What possibly could've happened in the past three weeks?"
Alejandro smirked, "I met a girl. She changed my mind about a few things. I'm starting to understand how immature I've acted in the past, and I'm going to change my ways now. I suggest that you do the same."
Duncan stood up quickly, "You're so full of shit. You've never treated anyone other than toys. Whether it's for sex or to succeed, you always use people. Don't even start that bullshit with me. I'm not a dumbass."
"Whoa, amigo. I'm not accusing you of anything. It's not your fault you haven't grown out of that stage yet," Alejandro replied, putting his hands up in defense.
"I've been alive for over a hundred years! At least I don't-"
"Whoa, guys, calm down. It's just a dumb bet. We can just call it off. It's fine," Geoff said, taking a sip of his beer.
Duncan sat back down in his chair and leaned back. "Fine, whatever," he grumbled, trying to let his temper simmer
Alejandro considered Duncan slightly. "Well, if you still want a bet, I think I've got one for you."
"Oh, yeah, and what's that? Who can lie through their teeth better?" Duncan retorted.
"Ah, amigo, you're working yourself up too much. No," Alejandro started. "I was thinking, if you can also manage to find the love of your life in the next month, maybe I'll give you my Resurrection potion."
Duncan stared at him with wide eyes, "You're- you're kidding."
"Afraid not. Duncan, the only reason you've stayed friendly with me is for the off-chance that you'd get to pocket the potion one day."
True, but...Duncan frowned. "How would you know that?"
"I'm a fairy; I've got my own magic up my sleeves," Alejandro responded, giving Duncan a disapproving look. "I'm serious. Now that I've found love; I no longer need the Resurrection potion. However, I did work to hard to get it. I wouldn't mind watching someone else go through the hassle of getting it."
"And, what? You want me to find the love of my life?" Duncan sneered. "That's not my style."
Alejandro gave him a wicked look. "That's why I believe it will be a hard task for you."
"I could get anyone I wanted," Duncan retorted.
Alejandro smirked, "Then why, pray tell, haven't you?"
Duncan grimaced and stood up, "You're full of shit, and I'm not gonna sit here and subject myself to listening to it. I have to go now. I'm thirsty."
"Look, if you change your mind, let me know. But don't wait; there are other people who want to play with necromancy as well," Alejandro said, as Duncan pulled his jacket on.
He moved to the door quickly and opened it up. "Yeah, whatever." When he looked back behind him, it wasn't hard to miss Alejandro's shit-eating grin.
And that's how Duncan ended up where he was now. Pissed off and alone, he took another drag from the cigarette.
Duncan laughed shortly. Alejandro was so full of shit. He couldn't believe people followed that guy so blindly. It's like Alejandro must've put some fairy spell on everyone else to enchant them into believing every word the snake said. But Duncan could always see through it.
There was no way Alejandro could've just changed his ways and that damned smirk proved it. No one alive could make Alejandro realize he was a piece of utter shit. Duncan knew that he was just trying to get under his skin. It was just, well, Duncan couldn't let him have the last laugh. If Alejandro could "grow up", or at least make everyone believed he grew up, Duncan could too.
But the Resurrection potion, Duncan thought. That was what he needed. It's the only reason he even hung around with Geoff when Alejandro was there. The ability to brinf someone back to life; it was almost impossible. The potion had been a legend among the supernatural until about a thousand years ago, until someone had found a witch's old hut that contained nearly fifty vials of it. As far as Duncan knows, there's only twenty left, and many are sealed away by people who didn't believe in the morality of the potion's power.
With all the challenges and trifles Alejandro had to do to get it, there's no way he'd just hand it over to Duncan. And for what? Duncan to find love? Please. Duncan might not be the smartest person, but he's gained some street smarts over the last hundred years.
His thoughts were interrupted as he felt his throat start to dry. He was still extremely thirsty, and the cigarette didn't help with the matter. He dropped the cigarette and dug his heel into the ground to make sure it was extinguished.
Duncan sniffed for any blood but was dissatisfied as he realized he couldn't smell anything. He quickly maneuvered through the alleyways in search for his next victim. He knew it'd be hard to find a human this late at night. However, Duncan always knew that there would be a dumb one.
Seconds later, Duncan could smell it. His footing was fast as he followed the scent of human blood. As he made his way through the alleyways, the scent seemed to get stronger and stronger. He neared his way towards the street and smiled when he saw his target.
The streetlights shined on the human, making him completely visible. He was a lanky, polished boy with russet brown skin. Duncan noticed that boy walked with a casual stride, as if he wasn't risking his life taking a stroll during the night. As the boy continued to walk, Duncan followed him with the buildings separating them.
Duncan couldn't last much longer. He was so thirsty, and the scent was so strong. Before he could think, he found himself with both hands pressed against the wall while the boy was pinned in between them. Duncan was shocked when he looked into the human's eyes and found nothing there.
"Hey, look, I don't really have time for this," the boy said, crossing his arms across his chest.
Duncan was genuinely surprised by the emotionless response but tried to not let his face show it. At this point, most humans would beg for him to let them go. But this boy stood poised and relaxed, as if he was expecting that a vampire was going to come for him.
"Wow, aren't you brave?" Duncan asked, smirking.
The boy rolled his eyes, "Just bleed me out already. I'm not a huge fan of foreplay."
Duncan let out a hearty laugh. No human ever talked to him like that before. He felt a lot less guilty about bleeding this boy out, "You do realize that I can kill you, right?"
The boy gazed into his eyes, as if he were trying to figure out some sort of puzzle. To Duncan's shock, the boy replied as bravely as he'd done before, "So can any human with a gun. You're not that special."
Duncan tried to hesitate, but his throat was begging for blood. He leaned in closer and placed his hand on the boy's cheek. He felt the boy twitch beneath him. He reached closer to the boy's neck and took a bite.
Hello, here's chapter two that I wrote so long ago. Love you guys still. Olivia, baby, this one is for you.