We're all different.

Hunger pains.

Ethan got back to the house to find the aftermath of Grayson's hunger tantrum. Pieces of smashed plates lay on the floor. The fridge was wide open, he had been looking for blood bags as, they lay empty and ripped in shreds. Every night they stole a dozen from the hospital.
        Grayson was having the time of his life. He had stumbled across a nightclub and was feeding off people in there.
"Ahh" he gasped for air and briefly pulled away from a woman's neck who was lying near by.
The door to the club burst open. He expected it to be Ethan but it wasn't. It was an angry looking young woman. He couldn't hear or smell her blood, she couldn't have human. She grabbed him by the neck and slammed him to the ground. Causing his head to smack against the hard floor. She was much stronger than him. She must be an original vampire.
"What do you think you're doing?! Control yourself!" She yelled.
Grayson was frozen still. She was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. They stared at each other for a while.
"I-I'm Neiva."
They stared at each other for a few moments, looking deep into each other's soulless eyes.
He grazed his hand on her cheek and lent in to kiss her. Suddenly the door burst open again and in ran Ethan so fast it was a blur. Their kiss was broken by the growling sound of Ethan scolding his younger brother.
"GRAYSON!"
"Hello brother." Grayson replied.
Flashing his fangs aggressively.
Ethan rolled his eyes.
"What are you doing?!"
"I was hungry okay. Excuse you, you just interrupted Neiva and I. Do you mind?"
Ethan scowled at his annoying brother.
"Fine I'll wait outside. But don't be long."
Neiva now seemed less interested.
She walked with him to the door.
"Ethan I'll take care of him, don't worry." She said.
He nodded and was gone in a flash.
They got to the hotel Neiva was staying in as soon as they got into the door they linked lips. Grayson picked her up as she wrapped her legs around his waist and put her arms around his neck. They shot like bullets to the bed still not breaking the kiss, he placed her on the bed, took his blood stained jacket off and threw it on the floor.
He bent down and nipped her neck with his fangs. It healed within seconds and they carried on kissing.
     The sun came up in the morning, Neiva was resting her head on Grayson's bare chest and had her arm around his torso. He was already awake and hungry but he didn't want to get up incase he woke her up, which was very likely. He lay there smiling, thinking about last night...