Dreamcatching

Chapter 4

"I've waited long enough."

"Drexel," Utz placated. "Just forget about her. You're gonna get yourself killed."

"Das ist mir doch scheißegal!" He replied furiously, throwing Utz against the cinderblock wall of the musty school hallway. They were between classes so they had the grafiti-lined hallway to themselves. A broken and torn set of blinds clanged in the wind near the stairs, the dirt-smeared string from them dangling on the right. Someone had left a soda can on the window ledge and it'd fallen, spilling what was left of the drink to pour across the wall and floor, attracting bees through the torn up window screen.

Flinching, Utz tried to ignore the passing pain as his skull slowly healed itself from the fracture inflicted upon it.

Drexel was losing control a little more everyday if this display was anything to go by. Growling, Utz opened his eyes and stared at his best friend. "That hurt, Motherfucker. Careful, your vamp is showing. Wouldn't want any of these bloodbags to notice."

Straightening himself up now that Drexel was done throwing him around the hallway, Utz mumbled to himself and rubbed the back of his head, the skin tightening up as he did. "Dickfuck."

The fracture was taking longer to heal than usual, and there was a dull ache behind his eyes that Utz didn't appreciate. Before coming to this craptown they'd hoped the rumors they'd heard were rubbish. Judging by his slowed healing, and overall fatigue, however, Utz had a growing suspicion that they weren't.

And that scared him, something he hadn't felt in centuries. Fear wasn't part of a vampire's DNA.

"Fuck off, Potatoes," Drexel poked in retreating anger.

Glaring at Drexel, Utz let the comment go. Stupid-ass nickname. Just his luck they'd move into a town with a potato chip company whose name he'd shared.

Thinking things over more, Utz noticed that Drexel had been off, too, though the prickly bastard would never say. Instead he stomped around fucking with Utz every chance he got. Shit was gettin' old. Smiling, though, Utz just laughed. "Better a snack than a nun, you-"

"Leck mich am Arsch!" Drexel sighed, tapping his forehead with his index finger in Utz's direction. "I could use a nun right about now. Haven't had a drink yet, today."

"Now that's what I'm talkin' 'bout, Drex," Utz said brightening up for the first time in weeks. "Come on, man, let's go raid that church down the street. I'd love me some holy roller juice right about now."

Laughing, Drexel grinned. "You and the religious folk."

"Don't knock it. Those fuckers been looking for ways to wipe us out for centuries," Utz replied. "Every now and then I like to remind them who's who in this little game of cat and mouse. And we sure ain't the fucking mice, Drexel."

Strolling out of the dank high school, Utz breathed a sigh of relief as they passed the resident goth group. A sweet smelling chick in black eyeliner and silver chains winked at him. That little morsal would be waiting for him when he got back.

Frowning, Utz glanced at his friend. Drexel was losing it more and more these days. Ever since their brother had been killed, he'd been on a tear about getting revenge. They'd tracked the Aingeal Fola to this town but so far hadn't come face to face with her yet. They could sense her presence but for some reason couldn't narrow down which one was her.

It was only a matter of time.

Utz knew she was no match for the two of them. No one was stronger than a vampire, let alone the both of them.

Then again, Levin was dead.

Maybe the legends were true, in which case, they needed to leave this place as fast as possible.

Trouble was, Drexel wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. He was hell-bent on killing the girl. The little blood angel had become his immortal life's only purpose.

It wouldn't be long, now.

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Chapter Photo Credit: By Valentin Salja at http://www.unsplash.com.
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German Translations:
*Das ist mir doch scheißegal!: I don't really give a damn/fuck/shit about that!

*Leck mich am Arsch!: Kiss my ass!

Irish Translation:
*Aingeal Fola: Blood Angel

References:
*Flippo, H. (2019) German Words to Avoid: A Special Slang Glossary. Web Search 30 May 2020. Website: https://www.thoughtco.com/german-words-to-avoid-special-slang-4071486

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