Collection TSV - One Shots

Prompt 9 - Crow

Crow

Could someone please explain to him why it was always him? He didn't deserve that! Well, he kind of did, but that was not the case!

Brett's foot pressed down on the pedal and his speed display passed the 200km/h. Why him? His gaze went sideways as he sped on the autobahn. The corpse was sliding down even more, having no internal tenseness to stay upright. The black hair was tousled from the wind. Brett had opened the windows a tiny bit since the dead smelled not nice. They gassed, they pooped and they peed. Everything relaxed, every muscle, and it was disgusting. Utterly disgusting.

He looked back on the street and cursed again. His GPS told him to get off the lane and off the autobahn. Of course he listened to that annoying computer device. Otherwise he would have been lost.

He was driving by a lot of signs, nothing he could read; he didn't speak Italian after all. He was just visiting the wonderful country, maybe getting a nice violin when he was in the land of the famous Italian craftsman Stradivarius, and simply being on his own until that happened. And that was a dead body. In his nice, leather covered, wonderfully pineapple-yellow painted Ferrari. Was it his car? Yes, yes it was. Bought specifically for this vacation.

And now it was ruined! Ruined with the smell and residues from a dead person. Well, he thought 'dead person' but he actually knew this person. It was one of his friends.

So why was he dead?

Just because he killed some shitty Italian vampires? That was not fair! He only sucked the blood of one of the fair maidens who winked at him so suggestively and when he fed on her, maybe even fucking her a bit, those rude assholes came, ripping him from her and start fighting with him, while he was butt naked! And what if he beat those assholes? Well, 'beat' was not really accurate. He obliterated them. He shredded them limb by limb until they were dead and then lit them on fire so they would never stand up again. Then he finished his meal and threw her corpse on the fire as well to erase all traces of him being there. Sadly that didn't work that well, hence the dead body.

Ray did not deserve that. Well, he did, but not like that. His friend needed blood and that quickly, otherwise he couldn't be resurrected. That was why Brett was speeding to his partner, Edward, in the middle of the fucking night.

While he was following the directions the peeping computer gave him, he thought about what he would do to the Italian vampire mafia if they came close to them again. Mostly nothing since they had to run away now. Man and he loved Italy! Such nice food, nice cuisine, nice music and now they had to run away. He cursed.

It took him almost two hours at full speed to arrive at the remotely located cottage deep in the woods. In the woods above a bird made some noise. Probably a crow or something like that. He sprang out of the car and hastened to the door, which was opened helpfully from the inside immediately. Eddy, known also as Edward, was standing in the doorway, grimly looking down at his friend. Long, long, long time friend. They knew each other as humans as well.

"We have a problem," Brett stated, a bit out of breath. Eddy crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow, "You mean you have a problem?"

"Does it matter if it's a 'you', or 'me' or 'our' problem? They killed Ray.." – "Again." – "... Yes, again. Anyway, he needs blood and I know you have some. Can we please revive him? He doesn't deserve such a fate."

Eddy rolled his eyes, "He indeed doesn't deserve such a fate, but what am I getting into now?"

Brett smiled brightly, too brightly and instantly Eddy had a bad feeling, "Oh no, nononono!"

But the other vampire was already up close and kissed Eddy's cheek, "Thank you, ma dearest blood-brother, for helping me."

Eddy was doomed. The younger of the two cursed and stalked with a happy Brett to the car and got their blood brother out of it. They would revive him and then hightail out of Italy.

And it was Brett who got them in trouble, again!

Edward threw a nasty look at his brother. He would bet his life that the elder vampire got into trouble for fucking or feeding on someone he shouldn't have. It was almost always the problem. Brett was a player and prioritized his own desires over anything. If he knew it would hurt his family or friends, he would consider not doing it, but sometimes the temptation was too big for his blood-brother. And in the end, he needed help. That was why he was here as well. Truth be told, it was never boring around Brett and that was saying something when they had been alive for over 300 years now.

They got his friend walking and talking again, shuffled in the bright yellow car and sped off into the night. Ray was lying on the backseats, slowly coming to term with the fact that he almost died – again! – and it was – again! – Brett's fault.

Eddy laid a hand on his blood brother's knee and shook his head, "You are stupid."

The smirk revealed the long canines and the red eyes sparkled mischievously, "Otherwise you both would be bored to death."

The younger shook his head but then nodded. If he was honest with himself that was indeed true, "Yes, yes, and now get us out this hellish place!"

Brett laughed and pushed his Ferrari over 250 km/h, "Time to move to Greece, what do you think?"

The three laughed and they moved on. Time to shake up some Greek vampires apparently.

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