Verisimilitude

You dont know the things I've done

Ryland sat atop of grey sheets. His knees up against his chest, his arms wrapped around his legs, his stare empty and exhausted.

The boy looked over to Shane who was on the other side of the bed. He was sprawled out like he'd fallen down, passed out and snoring with a look of pain on his face. Ryland sighed lightly, his partner had his fifth panic attack of the day. It started when Shane was left in silence for too long while Ryland was having a shower. Then, when he can back, Shane was hysterical. Ryland could do nothing to calm him down and with Mark not answering his phone, all the boy could do is watch as Shane slowly passed out from stress. He had tried to help, but it seemed that he only make his situation worse. 

The short haired boy slowly swung his legs over the side of the bed, hoping that his movements wouldn't wake Shane. Though, he did he'd anything could wake the gentle school reporter.

Ryland grabbed his phone from the night stand and tip toed to the next room. Once the white door was closed carefully he turned it on. Went to one contact in particular.

Jacks

The boy hastily typed a small message to send.

Jack I need your help

Then put his phone away like nothing happened and made his way downstairs to make dinner, hopefully food would make Shane feel better. Ryland would do anything to understand his boyfriend or make him feel better....right now he'd thought that was food.

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Marks heavy black boots crunched on the hard rocks that made up the path that pierced through thin grass. With each step, the vampire passed through lifetimes. Neat bodies all lined in a row as far as the eye could see. Clean graves and next cement paths around them. No headstone was chipped or vandalised, none were discoloured or old. They all sat perfectly, like after line.

Gateway Cemetery sat in a small town about three hours away from LA, but an hour journey on foot for a vampire.

Marks eyes glazed over named after name, headstone after headstone. He didn't expect to see anyone he knew. He'd only moved here from Florida when the next generation hit, so that he could mingle into school comfortably.

After Mark found no boy with faded green hair he almost gave up, thinking that Felix had lead him astray. Just as the vampire turned to leave he spotted a small path that winded through the nearby woods. Small and discrete.

The man figured that he'd have no more to loose but time and heading into the forest land.

The small rocky path lead him through twists and turns, it passed a small lake that held a rusted sign. Letters were falling off and vines had made their home in the shooed cement block.

Gateway fallen hero's cemetery

Mark raised his eyebrow wondering if this was a cemetery for war veterans. If it was, he wondered why Jack would be here.

A few more meters and the small path wider out to a small clearing the size of a small car park. White broken down plastic fence lined the walls, with shrubbery threatening to brush through the remaining fence and destroy everything in its path. The rocky path itself cleared flat, or that's what it used to be. Now it was a pebble-infested cement slab of dips and pot holes.  Each grave sat, some with fences around them, others with ankle high cement walls. Some held empty patches of unarmed graves, some with just headstones, others with only makeshift crosses.