Drogo and Nicolae returned from hunting in the woods late in the evening. Nicolae had finally convinced his reluctant brother to try feeding on a variety of blood — none of which was human. Although many creatures hibernated during the winter, they were able to catch several squirrels, a couple of rabbits and even an unlucky fox. Drogo sampled each one with a grimace on his face.
"Well?" Nicolae arched an eyebrow. "Don't tell me there isn't a single animal you enjoy."
"There is," Drogo answered. "It's called a human."
Nicolae scoffed. "You are impossible! Listen to me! You have to try!"
"Why?" Drogo inquired. "Aren't there enough people in Massachusetts? It's not like they'll miss the occasional drunkard or thief. Hey, that gives me a great idea. I could specialize in hunting solely criminals," Drogo's eyes lit up at the thought. "That would rid society of its pestilence and keep me satisfied. Two birds with one stone," he grinned, happy with his plan.
"That is not the point," Nicolae scowled. "I am trying to teach you something important and you're not listening to me," he raised his voice. "We must learn to blend in. And that means — no human blood."
"But we are vampires, Nicolae!" Drogo shook his head. "The definition of the word implies that we feed on human blood."
"Not necessarily," Nicolae disagreed. "It just implies that we feed on blood. It can come from other animals."
"I disagree," Drogo refused to be swayed.
The two were arguing back and forth as they entered their new home. They found Viktor sitting in the family parlor, by the fireplace — which was on.
"Are you cold?" Drogo asked mischievously, arching and eyebrow.
"No," Viktor threw him a dirty look. "I just prefer the ambiance. It reminds me of happier times."
Nicolae pushed Drogo ahead of him into the room. They both sat quietly, looking at Viktor.
"You miss her," Nicolae eventually remarked.
Viktor nodded. "Yes. Especially today."
"Why? What's today?" Drogo asked, impatiently twiddling his thumbs.
"It's Christmas," Viktor answered morosely.
"Oh... we should celebrate," Drogo suggested. "Why don't we go into town for a late night killing spree?"
"You're not serious," Viktor looked at him incredulously.
"Of course I am," Drogo replied. "Why shouldn't we? Everyone else gets a present!"
"Yes. And yours is to be alive... well... sort of," Viktor threw him a disgusted glance.
"Are you always going to bring that up? For the rest of eternity?" Drogo asked cheekily.
"I will bring it up as often as I feel like it," Viktor sneered, baring his fangs a bit to remind his son of his place in the vampire hierarchy.
"Alright, alright," Drogo put his hands up defensively. "You've made your point." He paused for a bit. "Still... we should do something special."
Nicolae glared at him, mentally willing him to shut up. Viktor, on the other hand, surprised them both by saying:
"I agree. We should celebrate."
Nicolae raised his eyebrows, shocked by his father's words. "Any particular ideas?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact, I can think of something," Viktor replied.
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Why Lorie? Part II
Fanfiction** Mature content! **This is the second part of Lorie's story that starts after Drogo is banished to America. I try to alternate chapters between Lorie's life in Vienna, and Drogo and Nicolae's in Mystery Spell. Read on to find out how Lori become...
