Love Never Dies..Or Does It?

Night High

... It was never easy being like me in a large city, hustle, bustle, chaos. Just walking downtown, my head in the skyline, my feet placed just so as if one hop to the left would take me away, just a few hours of shut-eye... I never slept, not since her. Not since that day...  The closest thing to some rest for me was a head-on collision with some BMW's fender at full speed. The first time it happened I thought it would last longer. But the relief from my undying life only lasted of what felt like only a few minutes...My neck would pop back into place and my bones would re crack and heal just in time for my brother to come home and call me a grievous.  And I was.. Just that. Mope man, fang boy, D-train, abomination... Those were all suitable nicknames for me. But my real name was worse, could it be that it was the single most cliche' vampire name of all time...? Yes. I think so. 

"Dimitri!" It was called against the wind on the highway winding up the flourishing populous. 

" Hey, you, yes you! Who else do you think I am talking to ya grievous. My, my look at you, down by the highway again...We got to get you home before you become the ghoul gang's dinner." My brother looked at me, his eyebrow raised just a smidge and his slick black hair caught the night life's lights for a split second. 

"What are you doing out here Eros I thought Kayryn enlisted your help for bloodsgiving? " I asked hoping he would go back to the festivities. 

"She did, but, I wasn't feelin' particularly bloods-givy without my little bro." He shook my shoulders, I tried not to smile... My nap could wait..For now at least. I followed him back off the road and into the parking lot where I had left my motorcycle. 

"Ya'know, I love me a good bloodbath just as the next fangled friend does but, you really need to stop this shit bro. I'm tired of playing clean up crew. I know the Aniversary of her death is tonight but dude, it's been 80 years...You need to stop brooding and come fang it up with the rest of the bloods-giving gang." I cringed at the mention of her, being almost 1000 years old had its perks but in the 80 years that she's been gone, well, it felt like two seconds to me... 

"Oh brother, that was sure sensitive. Kind words, kind words. Well said from the loveless chump." I said, deflecting his verbal jabs... They wouldn't do any good tonight. 

"Loveless but not boneless as they say..."  He winked.

"You're disgusting Eros, honestly." I shifted my eyes down to the white of my motorcycles paint as it reflected the first few sun rays emerging from the sky.

"Hey, I'm still getting way more action than you... " He elbowed me playfully. "You're like a celibate crypt keeper." 

"Anndd, were back for our regular scheduled program folks, this just in, my brothers a giant a-hole... And now the weather." Smartass remarks were my defense mechanism against the burning reality of my love life.. Or lack thereof. 

"Speaking of the weather Tri,  if my calculations are correct it looks like we only got a few minutes to head back to the hub before the suns make there way to the fullness of the sky. " He said as I starred at the incoming doom, my only vice... UV rays. Eros mounted his bike, its slick black frame glinted in near exposure.

" Yeah, I know, " I grabbed my helmet, its heavy brim came down over my eyes adjusting in the near daybreak light. I swung my leg over the side of the rig, straddled then pushed the edged key in the ignition. It roared over the buzz of near light.

 "Let's go, I'm sure Styr is waiting for us, after all, it is our bedtime." He said over the engines hum. I nodded as we both kicked back our stands and paved the way home with our dark eyes...