The Art of Living (Or To Die Trying) (boyxboy)

Chapter 13, Revelations

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He wasn't exactly exaggerating when he said that it was "a bit of a drive", since we've been driving for nearly two hours now. During the first hour Vivian was chatting about all sorts of things, but now that we're getting closer to the city of River's Port he's silent, the adventure-lust he was feeling at first changing into quiet and somewhat nervous anticipation.

I must admit that I, too, share some of that nervousness. I honestly have no idea what to expect when we get there, after all. I'm guessing the place will be locked up, since it's the middle of the night after all, so I'll have to find a way to sneak in, and then... what? I'll try to find a register, or an office with a computer and do some snooping around, or what? What am I even hoping to find? Information, yes, but what kind? About who I am, but will I find it there?

Possibly not, but then perhaps I can find information about the person posing as me, using my picture and name, hosting my radio-show in my absence, and running my record label? I guess that would be a good lead as well, since that person is bound to know something about me.

-"What will you do when we get there?" Vivian suddenly asks, breaking my train of thought.

Sneak in, search for information, I guess, I reply, summing up said train of thought.

-"But, Des, what if there are others there? Other vampires?"

Why do you insist on calling us that? I question, shooting him a sideway glance.

-"Huh?" he raises a brow, confused at my sudden inquiry.

"Vampires", why do you insist on using that term?

-"I... Uh, I don't know?" he replies, brows furrowed now. "What else should I call you?"

I'm silent at this, racking my brain for an answer but unable to come up with one. I just know that I don't like that term, but I have no idea what to label my kind as otherwise.

-"Well?" he insists, tilting his head.

I'm thinking, I answer.

-"What do you guys call yourselves, if not 'vampires'?"

I don't know, I snap, tossing him an other glance. He seems amused, smiling somewhat. I didn't even remember my own name, how am I supposed to remember the name of my race?

-"Then how am I supposed to know what to call you, when you don't?" he asks, his smile evident in his voice now.

Ugh, never mind, just forget it.

-"What's wrong with the term 'vampire' anyway?"

I don't like it, is all. It doesn't feel right; comes off as unnatural, like something you guys would have branded us, and not our true name. It just has a negative ring to it.