Daylight\\A.I. & C.H.

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Luke and Michael

"I knew this was going to happen," Michael kicks the bar stool as he enters into the kitchen, no word from Calum or Ashton. AGAIN!

"It's time Mikey," Luke looks at him seriously, his blue eyes boring into Michael's hazel ones.

"Okay," Michael nods and grabs his phone out of his pocket, nervously skimming through his contacts. He swallows before clicking the call button and places his phone on speaker.

"Hello?" a thick Aussie accented voice answers.

"Yo, JD, its Michael," Michael stares at the phone, "Michael Clifford," he adds when there is no answer.

The call ends and Michael looks at Luke whose face falls emotionless, "Try again."

"He clearly doesn't want to talk to me," Michael defends.

"This isn't about you!" Luke snaps.

"You're right," Michael huffs before calling again.

"What do you want, Mike?" JD asks harshly.

"This is serious JD, I need your help," Michael says with earnest.

"Oh, you mean your pretty boyfriend Luke can't help you?" JD snarls.

"Yeaaah, you're on speaker," Michael says slowly, "And Luke is here."

"What the fuck, Mike!" JD grumbles.

"Wait, please!" Luke says, "I don't give a fuck about what's going on between you and Mikey, but we need your help."

JD sighs into the phone, "Okay fine, with what?"

"Are Vampyre's real?" Luke asks plainly.

"What?!" JD huffs annoyed, "Thanks for the prank call, Mike. You're such a dick. Goodbye now."

"NO!" Michael and Luke shout together.

"I'm being serious, I think our friends are in trouble," Luke tells him quickly.

"I know you read lore and comics, are they real?" Michael pushes further.

"Based on the chat rooms and forums I am apart of, yes."

"What can you tell us? Can they be killed?" Michael goes straight for it.

"Uh," JD sounds as the click of his computer keys travels through the speaker, "It depends on what lore you look at."

"Tell us all of them," Luke requests, opening his notebook and clicking his pen.

"He can just send us the information, this isn't the nineteen hundreds," Michael mocks Luke.

"You mean the eighteen hundreds?" Luke sasses back.

"Huh?" Michael stares at Luke annoyed.

"There were computers in the nineteen hundreds, dumbass."

"You're the dumbass," Michael gestures to Luke's notepad, "What are you, fucking Sherlock or something?"

"Are you done?" JD asks from the phone, "I have some information."

"Spill it," Luke says, readying his pen and Michael rolls his eyes.

"There's a few ways to kill a Vampyre," JD says, his keys clacking in the background, "They all look pretty standard. Cutting off their head and roasted by the sun."

"Is that implying you must do both, or one or the other works?" Luke clarifies.

Michael twists his face up at Luke mockingly before JD answers, "Good question, my apologies, that would be one OR the other. Both for good measure I'd say."