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Ch. 8-The Last Hurrah (Part 1)

Dusk had set over the city, its occupants enjoying the freedom that it brought; it was another ending to another monotonous day. While people scrambled around him Jeff numbly walked the streets. He had been wondering all day, unable to focus his chaotic mind enough to go into work at the small art studio he worked at to find some inner peace. Every time he looked at the humans surrounded him he was reminded with a sharp pain of guilt that one of them would not be returning home because of him. The Lycan's head remained low as he kept himself from growling in disgust at himself. You are a Lycan, a hunter, why is this so hard! He practically yelled to himself as the sky above grew darker by the minute. …because you don't want to be like Adam. He reminded himself as the last rays of sun disappeared from above, it was time.

The golden lighter was in his grasp once more, its small flame flickering in the darkness around him as he pushed past those around him, all potential victims for his animal side. His apartment loomed before him and he found himself frozen at its entrance. He could just leave, hid somewhere till dawn and hope Matt would just forget he ever mentioned it. Yet he shook his head at the thought, "No I am no coward. I have to protect Matt from Adam, I can't run away." He muttered to himself and with one last deep breath he strived forward. When he entered their apartment expecting to find Matt he was instead greeted by a simple note. "Meet me on the roof" Jeff read to himself. He shook his head as he made his way out of the apartment once more.

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Sunset…sunrise…twilight is as close as I get to daylight.

The sun slowly set before the Vampires eyes. Escaping direct sunlight, thanks to good timing and planning, Matt was able to see the sun's reflected light in the sky leaving an array of colors from orange to purple. Over the years he had learned when he could be in the presence of natural light, and through many close instances of being fried, he was able to see the light of day from time to time. Most Vampires could care less about the sun and what it had to offer but in these instances he rarely could enjoy Matt was able to think. The usual topic would be "what if?" What his life would be like if he never lived his past and what would it be like without any overwhelming influences. But now, like his brother, Matt could only worry on what to do about Adam. It was obvious how Matt was discovered but what was Adam's intent was still a mystery. No matter how much he wanted to know, Matt could not be able to, at least for now. The Vampires mind was still in pieces and only allowed him to see cryptic images that made no sense in the slightest. So Matt continued to wonder and, unfortunately for him, along came with it a migraine.

The background noise that city life brought with it was quickly interrupted as the roof's entrance was opened revealing Matt's brother with a confused look on his face. "Welcome. How about a drink little brother?"

"Drink? What kind of drink?" Jeff asked wearily glancing around the roof top quickly in search of a body. Yet his question was answered when Matt opened a nearby cooler and held up a bottle of beer. A small sigh of relief escaped Jeff's lips as he cautiously walked up to his brother but did not take the extended bottle. He looked at it with hesitation. "I'm not sure Matt, I'm not really in the mood to get smashed tonight," the lighter flicked on once more as his anxiety rose. He was hungry, the beast within demanding the hunt, but Jeff was not going to let him loss, not yet at least. If he was going to control himself getting drunk was definitely not a smart idea.

"Whether or not you get smashed is up to you. Anyways you're the only one who really can, so just take the drink." Matt practically shoved the drink in his brother's hands. Although annoyed by Jeff's hesitation, Matt had a faint smile. It's a Vampire's nature to "play" with others in a certain way to get an unexpected outcome yet this time, even though Matt expected a response similar to this, he was still somewhat surprised. His brother was very pale, almost sickly; he definitely needed some warmth in a bottle. "I figured tonight would be a long night, might as well get comfortable, right?" Matt walked away from his brother's side to lean against the roof's rail and enjoyed the site of his brother's increasing look of discomfort.

"Yeah, comfortable," The bottle remained unopened as Jeff just stared at it, vainly attempting to figure out his brother's true motives. He released another sigh as he let it hang at his side before he joined Matt at the ledge. Jeff mumbled to himself as he avoided his brother's gaze and instead satisfied himself with looking down at the crowd below.

The night life of the city was beginning to stir, the streets still filled with life under the countless artificial lights. It was beginning to become quite clear that the years of neglect and improper feeding had taken it's toll on Jeff. His body was shaking slightly from anticipation and a thin coat of sweat covered his face as Matt reppeatively heard him mumble to himself "Not an innocent." Jeff subconsciously gripped the bottle tighter, not caring if it broke in his grasp as he continued to stare at the civilians below.

The sight of his worried brother had become an unwanted annoyance for Matt. Worse than being out of character was Jeff not being a skilled actor in any sense. A chuckle was made after a swig of alcohol entered the Vampire's throat. Matt looked at his brother, the streets below, and back to his brother to see the frustration grow to a degree that Jeff could possibly waste the bottle in his hand. The thought of alcohol on the floor aside, Matt walked to his chair before laughing at Jeff for the over complicating thoughts his mind must be creating. "See anything you like?" Matt ended the silence comically with a sarcastic but hopefully helpful question.

Jeff finally turned to face Matt and gave the Vampire an annoyed look. "No" was all he said before turning back to the streets. At that moment, however, a woman did catch his attention. Her beautiful brown hair glimmered in the street lights and he could feel the saliva build in his mouth. The beast growled in approval inside of him, she was perfect. But this perfect kill was spoiled when movement at her side caused the Lycan to blink and look more carefully. It was then that he realized she was holding the hand of a little girl. The disgust with himself grew as he let out a snarl. The bottle in his hand suddenly seemed appealing as he wanted nothing more than to wash the taste of his on saliva from his mouth."Just one, to loosen up." He practically ripped the top off before he downed almost half the bottle in one gulp, his chest heaving as he fought to control himself.

Matt smirked in approval; Jeff was always easier to deal with a few drinks in him. Yet at the rate Jeff was going he would never reach a compliant state; unless he was to receive some brotherly help. Then an idea came to Matt as he watched the depressed state of his brother only escalate. The pairing of Jeff and drinks was unique to say the least and to Matt it only seemed appropriate, and necessary, time to rekindle the friendship. He arrived at the plan of switching the semi-empty bottle at Jeff's side with a fresh full bottle. With Jeff being so disconnected it was easy to switch the used bottles with a new one. As time went on, however, Matt lost track of time as well as the number of drinks in his brother's system.

Alcohol continued to pour for the next few hours as it traveled from their containers into the brother's respective bodies. Jeff's attention remained fixed on the city below, allowing Matt to switch his beer whenever it became dangerously close to finishing. The Lycan did not seem to notice that his 'one' beer was lasting for hours as he attempted to drink his guilt away with every deep swing.

Yet feet away from the Lycan Matt sat in his chair with smile as he watched his brother slowly succumb to the alcohol entering his body. He, on the other hand, remand as sober as the day he turned. Alcohol did not affect Vampires at all, but they enjoy the taste none the less. Like any other mortal privilege or indulgence, Vampires took part in it because it appealed to their heighten senses. But it never satisfied the hunger, the only thing that could do that was when they fed. Although Matt only drank a fraction of what he was secretly forcing his brother to drink, he was entertained. Drinks and a show, it's a good night, he thought. But after the hours past Matt grew bored and soon impatient. He rose to his feet to interrupt Jeff's drunken silence and inner loathing, "There isn't anything you like? Remember, I, literally, don't have all night?"

"S'not ah menu at ah restauran', dey're human beings." Jeff slurred yet he was finding it difficult to be upset at Matt. He blinked and glanced at the beer in his hand, for just having one it certainly seemed to have lasted as well as greatly dulled his thoughts. He knew he was upset and guilty, but with all the alcohol in his system he was finding it difficult to focus on why he was as he leaned back over the railing.

Strange movement in the alley across the street caught Jeff's attention and he strained to focus his foggy vision. It took the Lycan a few minutes to realize what he was seeing, as well as a few more to understand it; but once he did his drunken haze seemed to disappear as rage and the hunger burning inside and replaced it. His eyes narrowed and he dropped the bottle. "There, dat's my prey."

Matt had to wait a few seconds for his brother's words to sink in. "Wait, what?" Matt turned quickly to see where Jeff was looking.

Then saw her.

The brunette was with a man that was being overly friendly with her. He was lost in the moment and completely in denial of the outside world. Matt grew eager almost instantly at the sight, "My, my, my...through your entire inner squabble, Jeff you actually have taste." Ideas began to race in the Vampires head as to how to approach this. One rash idea kept appearing, he liked it, and the sight of his long sharp fangs only cemented the fact. "Jeff, stay here. You in your state would only make a mess, I'll get her and bring her to you", after I have my fill, of course. Matt was too excited for his own good, he placed his half empty bottle on the rail before leaping from the roof of their apartment building into the dark alley were fresh food waited.

Landing softly on the ground, hundreds of feet from his starting point, Matt walked towards the couple as if he just entered the alleyway. They were completely unaware of what was to come, let alone Matt's presence. The sounds of heaving, exhales, and the friction created by their clothes did not matter to Matt, he was focused on her. Her warm breathe, the sounds she made, the sound of increasingly warm blood pulsating through her, Matt wanted the thrill for himself. She was against the wall and the man's back towards Matt, who seemed pretty much invisible to them. He stood still for a few moments several feet away watching and waiting. "S-Stop John, Stop!" he heard her say with desperation.

John gripped Candice's mouth tightly, silencing any farther complaints she might have had. "Come on Candy relax, you like it and you know it." He grunted as he continued to kiss her roughly and run his hand over her body.

Something was off; Matt was unsure what so he slowly approached the two. Through the crevasses of her eyelids, she noticed Matt. the glow of his red eyes caused by the headlights of the cars passing by on the streets as well with the combination of his shining white teeth made Matt's intent unsettling and frightening. Her eyes and face froze at his sight and he watched her with opposite feelings. Small tears came down her cheeks as she pleaded with her eyes for him to help her. They stood like that for what seemed like forever to her. Matt was hesitant but soon broke the connection to tap on the man's shoulder. John turned with a face that was dulled by his own repulsing rushing blood to see Matt say, "May I cut in?"

John was not pleased that when he was about to pull down Candice's pant someone tap his shoulder and interrupted. He made sure that she was still pinned before he turned to glare darkly at who ever had the balls to interrupt him. "Who the fuck do you think you are?!" He shouted, yet one look in the other man's glimmering red eyes caused all his anger to dissipate. "W-What the hell?" he stammered before he quickly pushed Candice in front of him. "Y-you want her, take her."

Yet before the Vampire could even act, a feral growl reverberated off the brick walls surrounding them as Jeff leaped into the alley. The alcohol in his system caused him to stumble as he landed before he knocked John off his feet with a rough push. He snarled at Matt as he barreled towards his brother before he pulled the woman away from the Vampire. "Not her," He growled at Matt, his drunken state causing him to be much angrier than normal as he nodded his head towards the shocked man on the ground, "Him."

John stood in the center of a triangle with the points being two men with strange glowing eyes and the last being a close to broken woman. He wondered what the man who blocked him from the street and hopefully safety, meant by "Him"? The smell of John's blood changed from natural heat to cold fear. Two men half his size wanted him for some reason and he tried to ignore the looming feelings of fear and anxiousness that settled in the pit of his stomach.

Matt walked past the muscular man who was cold and wet from his own sweat and confronted Jeff. "What do you mean him?!? He is not appetizing in the least, why would you want him?" Matt was confused. The only thing that could possibly make sense was that Jeff made a mistake in his drunken state. "Jeff you did mean her, right?" Matt whispered as he stepped closer to his brother.

Jeff shook his head firmly, resulting on the alley spinning. The Lycan let out a moan as he closed his eyes and took a moment to steady himself. When he was finished he took a deep breath before opening his eyes again, exposing his teeth in a snarl. He turned his deadly glare to John. The man visibly shrunk back as Jeff cast him a hunter like glaze, hunger shining in his eyes. "Ah wan' him. He wants ta hunt her, now ah hunt him." his voice was noticeably deeper yet still slurred as he turned his glowing silver eyes at Candice. "Run!" he roared, letting her go.

Matt was overwhelmed as to how quickly everything he imagined up on the roof had gone to hell now. He watched Candice run by him and Jeff. She paused for a second to look back at John and then back to the brothers with a teary-eyed smile. Matt lightly grabbed her arm to hold her back, "You know I would've been better than any time you were with him." Matt said, but with a reluctant sigh continued. "But unlike my brother's sentiments you wouldn't have your life."

Candice quickly removed her hand from Matt's light grip. She was still visibly shaken by the whole ordeal. With one last glance at Jeff she mumbled "Thank you," and was gone.

Matt sighed once more as he watched her go before turning his sights back on John, "So what are we going to do with him?"

John watched as Candice ran off, his blood running cold when the two turned their freak like eyes to him. "U-uh hey I-I think I-I'll be going now too," he attempt to stand, but his multi-colored hair attacker stood over him, releasing a roar no human could create.

Jeff's body began to trimmer as he ripped his jacket from his back. "You're not goin' anywhere," he snarled, the hunger inside shouting at him to attack. His judgment was impaired by the alcohol in his system to the point we he could not think straight or remember himself.

The Vampire assessed the situation and realized that his brother was in no condition to be in charge of the situation any longer. Matt could not let Jeff's primal urges be taken over, even worse when it was manipulated by alcohol. For his brother sake he had to stop this. Matt swiftly moved by his rage filled brother, "When you wake up have another beer to settle yourself." He noticed his brother turn his head but was quickly stopped mid motion. With a quick jab at the side of Jeff's neck from Matt, the Lycan instantly fell to the floor unconscious. "Sorry Jeff..." with a slow movement of his head, Matt looked towards John "I can't let you waste the rations."

It was at that moment that John Cena could feel his stomach grind in fear.

Matt stalked to the man who cowered in a pool of his own sweat. "This is a sad sight, muscles but no real strength." Without stopping he now stood next to his victim's head. He could easily take advantage of a man who thinks he is so strong, but his thoughts of his brother conscious behavior made him hesitate once more. "Night, big man, when you wake up again you will enter a nightmare." and with that said Matt kicked John across the face, causing a spatter of blood to leave the big man's mouth as he effectively collided with his temple and rendered him unconscious.

Matt gave his human victim one last look of disgust. The smell of his blood, however, suddenly assaulted his nose and taunted his senses. He quickly picked him up and placed John over his shoulder. He glanced at his brother's still frame and sighed. "You will wake up soon, so there is no sense dragging you to the roof, I'm sure you can find your way back." And with that said he took off running. When he almost reached his building he pushed off the ground and leaped into the air. He seemed to hover there for a moment before he leaned down towards the building and landed on the rooftop. He carelessly tossed John's body to the ground before he went to retrieve his beer; having a good feeling he was going to need it.

Tbc…