Alexander was half asleep on the couch in the human's office as he clacked away on his keyboard. The sound was actually somewhat soothing to the older man, it wasn't the most calming sound in the world but it easily lulled Alexander into his almost asleep state. What brought him out of this state was the sound of an abrupt shout and the sound of a few heavy bangs on the desk and a final thud before it fell into utter silence.
Alexander had jumped at the sound of the yelling and was now sat up, rubbing his eyes and trying to process what the hell just happened. Once his eyes were clear and not fogged over with sleep, they fell upon Mason. He was slumped over his desk in defeat, he almost looked dead really. At first, the vampire cocked his head to the side in confusion, still wondering what happened to cause such a childish and kind of horrifying tantrum.
"Mason?" Asked Alexander, his voice scratchy from sleep.
"What?" He groaned, almost whining, he was acting like such a child. It amused Alexander since usually Mason was so calm and level headed.
"You okay there, Fleshy?" He asked with a small smirk.
"Shut the fuck up, Alexander." Mason muttered flatly. Alexander, of course, laughed and Mason turned to shoot daggers at him.
"Calm down, Mas, I'm just trying to salt your apples." Chuckled the eldest.
"How's your shoulder?" Mason just decided to ignore his ignorant friend's comment.
"It's alright I guess, think I tore a couple stitches in the shower a couple days ago." Alexander Shrugged nonchalantly.
"You moron! How do you even do that!?" He gasped.
"Washing my hair, I think I strained it too much." His voice stayed the same, as if it weren't a big deal.
"Goddamn it, that means I have to restitch them! Alexander you idiot." He groaned, going to get up from his chair.
"No, no, it's fine, let's eat, I'm starving." Alexander whined.
"Alright, chicken sound good?" He asked.
"Alright, that does sound good." Spoke the non-human as he stood from the couch, following Mason into the kitchen.
The human got the meat out of the fridge and began preparing it, Alexander hopped up onto the counter to watch the man as he made their dinner.
"What's that?" Alexander pointed at a spice that Mason had in hand.
"It's cinnamon? Have you never had it?" Mason seemed confused by the vampire's question.
"No, let me taste." Alexander grabbed the container before Mason could say no.
"It's bitter, don't-" His sentence was cut off my Alexander choking on the powder as he attempted to pour it in his mouth.
"Are you trying to kill me!?" He coughed, tossing the container back at Mason.
"I was trying to warn you." Mason shrugged.
Both of their heads snapped up as the doorbell rang, their eyes meeting for a split second.
"I'll get it." Alexander jumped off of the counter and made his way to the door. He tossed it open, expecting it to be the man who delivered Mason's groceries to the house, as they'd called in not long ago with their food orders for the week.
Though when the man who stood on the other side of the door was not holding any bags of food nor was it the normal man named Jeffrey. The man that stood there was unfamiliar, he was tall, lanky really, he was scrawny and had little muscle. His hair stood high, it was very curly, his skin almost as pale as Alexander's own.
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Blue
FantasyA troubled author in desperate need of inspiration as his mind has dried up since he'd left the city and moved into the middle of god-knows-where, just praying he won't lose who he has become and drift into the realm of being a lost soul, searching...
