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Ch. 2-Speculations

"Last night, a woman was found dead in Lanyard Park. Police have identified the woman as Maria Kanellis. Detective Hunter H. Helmsly, head of the investigation, has stated that the victim was raped and left for dead. The only wounds found on her were two puncture wounds on the side of her neck that were covered in dry blood. Police are waiting for the official autopsy to confirm the cause of death but it is believed to be from mass amounts of blood loss."

"Mickie James, the woman who found the body, had this to say. 'I found her under a tree where the Vampire left her. Her neck was covered in blood; only a Vampire could've done this.'"

"This is a terrible crime and has clearly shaken up the community. Though Vampires are only a myth; this sick crime shows that there are those who believe in their existence and followed their example. If you have any information please contact the Police. I am Lillian Garcia, live from Lanyard, back to you Michael Cole."

"Thank you Lillian, we will keep you up to date on this story as it develops. Now on to…."

He turned the television off, silencing the rest of the news report. The man shook his head before lying back down on his bed.

"Mortals don't understand what they speak of…" he muttered.

He glanced at his window, a black piece of wood covering it and shielding him from the sun's unwanted rays. Grunting, he got up and walked out of the dark room; having to blink a few times to adjust his eyes to the hallway's light. He shuffled into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him.

His body felt different as he tossed his clothes on the ground and stepped into the shower. He stepped to the side and turned on the faucet, satisfying himself by just watching the water run down the drain.

"Why am I feeling so out of it?" he questioned himself as he stared at the tile wall in front of him. "Is it because of yesterday or because of the stupid comments those mortals made?" he mumbled softly before leaning against the wall, letting the sound of rushing water wash over him and calm his nerves. Water flowed down his head and over his ears. The water seemed to cancel out all the outside sounds of the city. It was somewhat peaceful, almost like an escape from the reality. All he could hear was the running water. But in his new found sanctuary he was not safe from his own thoughts.

Images of the previous night flashed through his mind. Visions of the woman from last night filled his senses, so vivid that he could practically touch her. Watching her get off all over again and then hearing her scream, the memories caused a grimace to appear on his lips. He did not want to enjoy it, but he did. The screams were filled with so much emotion, her hot breath when she climaxed mixed with her fear was enthralling to the Vampire.

"Hey, are you coming out of there any time soon?" a voice called out, piercing through his cloud filled mind.

He let out a grunt of annoyance as his eye's snapped open. The voice had interrupted his reminiscing but he supposed it was for the best. If he kept thinking about the previous night he was sure he would fall over the edge again.

"Yeah, I'm coming," he called, before he went to the task of finishing his shower. When he was done he let out a sigh as he turned off the water, he ran his hand over his face, still trying to clear his head as he stepped out of the shower.

After he was dressed he stepped out of the bathroom, his wet hair tied back so the curls would not cling to his face. He entered the kitchen to see his brother sitting on the counter, a cup of coffee grasped in his hands. "Morning, Jeff."

Jeff smirked at his brother before taking a sip from his mug. "Morning, Matt."

The Vampire walked up to the counter, removing the coffee pot from its place on the coffee maker. He poured himself a fair amount in his black mug before taking a seat at their kitchen table. "I see you made the same as always…coffee."

Jeff let out a snort as he took another drink. "Well it's not like we exactly enjoy the same meals." He shook his head. "Besides you're the one who always drinks it black. Why don't you add cream, or dare I say it, sugar?" He let out a chuckle as he watched the other.

Matt rolled his eyes at his brother's words. "Sorry, unlike you I don't like putting fifty cups of sugar so that I'm wired tighter than a bomb."

"You just have it black because it always reflects your mood, Sour Puss." The amusement was evident in his eyes as he spoke.

Matt rolled his eyes at Jeff, annoyed as always with his jokes so early in the morning.

"I have it black because there is no use trying to cover up your horrible coffee making skills," he shot back, a smirk on his face as he stared at his brother.

At first glance one would think that the two were not even related, their differences ran so deep. Jeff was the carefree one, the youngest; by a simple glance at his colorful hair and laid back style of clothes one could figure that out. Matt appeared to be the responsible and sensible one, with his stylish clothes and smooth appearance. But it was indeed Jeff whom seemed to be the one to care for his brother. He was always up before the sun, leaving Matt to question if he even slept, there to plunge their apartment into darkness to keep his sibling from burning to a crisp by its unwanted rays. He would brew coffee every morning, the only normal meal they could actually share with each other. They truly were a pair, as different as two brothers could be, which made the fact they lived together in relative harmony even more amazing.

The two sat in silence for a few minutes, just content in their own thoughts. After a moment Jeff put down his cup and turned to face Matt. "Have you seen the news lately? Some girl was found dead in the park." He was calm and nonchalant about it, as though that was a normal occurrence. Jeff's eyes held a knowing glance as he gazed at his brother.

The statement caught Matt off guard and he stopped mid sip. He was silent before finally he turned to stare back at his brother. "So, that happens all the time, we do live in a city."

Jeff shook his head; noting his brother's sudden defensiveness. "Just drink your damn coffee."

Matt let out a sigh, relieved that his brother just dropped the issue. They both knew the truth but it was unspoken amongst them. "By the way, thanks for the coffee."

The rest of their "breakfast" was spent in silence. Jeff never really was talkative during meals, preferring to simply wander in his thoughts, leaving Matt always wondering when he was thinking. As Jeff was lost in his own world Matt thought back to the woman from the night before.

The taste returned to him and he could feel his stomach rumbling, it wanted more. He let out a sigh as he took another long sip. His hunger would have to wait, the last thing he and Jeff needed was the Police to knock on their door, not that they could actually arrest them. Still, they had a good life here, the last thing they needed was for him to screw it up being careless. Too much was at risk if they there found.

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