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Brett glanced back and smiled softly. "Yeah?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. Druid swallowed slightly, before grinning. "L-let's just stay home from school tomorrow, okay? I just want to hang out.". Brett thought for a moment, pursing his lips. "Well... Jennifer and dad won't be too fond of the idea... But sure. I'm up for it." he half grinned, waving. "I'll see you tomorrow, maybe around noon?" Brett asked, clarifying. "Sounds good." Druid said, as Brett nodded and started walking home. Druid sighed contently, before walking to his mausoleum. He leaned against the wall, picking up a loose stone in the ground. It revealed a small hide hole, it's contents being of several books, news paper clippings, and a notebook, a pen clipped onto it. Druid removed the notebook and stretched. He flipped open the pages slowly, admiring each poem and sketch he had done. He opened the last free page he had, pressing the pen lightly against the paper, making a small, black dot. He carefully started writing in perfect cursive, whispering each word as he wrote. "A friendship so strong, it almost hurts; What does it mean when I can't find the words. To smile at him, to laugh, to talk. All I would like is to walk. Away, from here, an anti-vampric place. I just would want to see his face..." Druid whispered. Brett was his only, one and true friend. Thane wasn't really a friend... More like an acquaintance. Druid only wanted what was best for Brett. He shivered, closing the notebook again and placing it at his side. He had indeed, ruined Brett's life by making him a Follower. Never could he taste the sunlight without the burning, never could he smile without the worry of his fangs showing, never could he be care-free about his life. He was a prisoner in Druid's personal jail. He only wanted him. Best friends forever. Druid shook his head and leaned it against the stone. He was thinking about it too much again. Druid jumped, gasping as he heard the flutter of pages. "This is nice... Who knew my stone-cold brother was a poetic genius?" Vladimir grinned, reading some of Druid's deeper poems. The one he had just written was probably his worst, but it didn't matter. It expressed his feelings. Druid didn't say a thing. Embarrassment spread across his cheeks in a crimson color. Nobody knew about this poems. Vladimir smirked, tossing the now closed notebook back to Druid. "Thane and I are going on a hunting spree... Would you like to join?" Vladimir asked, nudging Druid slightly. He might be a jerk, but he was still a nice brother sometimes. "S-sure." Druid murmured, tucking his things away again quickly and standing. He followed Vladimir out to find Thane awaiting them, his iridescent hair shining blue again despite it's color: black. "I'm starving, c'mon! I know for a fact Druid hasn't eaten in awhile. How long has it been, a few weeks?" Thane asked. Vladimir looked at Druid angrily. "Druid, why have you stopped eating? You know we loose strength after a month." he asked, eying Druid. Druid only shrugged, despite his happy mood. Thane tugged Vladimir's sleeve, before he sighed. "Whatever... just come along." he said, and the trio set out from the cemetery into town. Soon, they arrived, picking out there prey. Thane and Vladimir of course picked out the hottest girls they could find, while Druid did they same for the first person he saw. A boy, around Brett's age, with dark skin and hair. He looked to Vladimir and Thane, but found they were already flirting and persuading. Druid sighed, deciding not to go that route and taking the nice, Im-lost-can-you-show-me-where-this-is technique. He approached the boy, thinking of how oddly familiar he looked. He tapped his shoulder, saying low, "Excuse me, sir.". The boy turned around, and his face hardened, clearly recognizing Druid. "Druid..." he boy murmured, glaring at him. "What do you want?" the boy asked Druid. Druid raised an eyebrow in confusion. He frowned, asking, "H-how do you know me...?"

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Brett glanced back and smiled softly. "Yeah?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. Druid swallowed slightly, before grinning. "L-let's just stay home from school tomorrow, okay? I just want to hang out.". Brett thought for a moment, pursing his lips. "Well... Jennifer and dad won't be too fond of the idea... But sure. I'm up for it." he half grinned, waving. "I'll see you tomorrow, maybe around noon?" Brett asked, clarifying. "Sounds good." Druid said, as Brett nodded and started walking home. Druid sighed contently, before walking to his mausoleum. He leaned against the wall, picking up a loose stone in the ground. It revealed a small hide hole, it's contents being of several books, news paper clippings, and a notebook, a pen clipped onto it. Druid removed the notebook and stretched. He flipped open the pages slowly, admiring each poem and sketch he had done. He opened the last free page he had, pressing the pen lightly against the paper, making a small, black dot. He carefully started writing in perfect cursive, whispering each word as he wrote. "A friendship so strong, it almost hurts; What does it mean when I can't find the words. To smile at him, to laugh, to talk. All I would like is to walk. Away, from here, an anti-vampric place. I just would want to see his face..." Druid whispered. Brett was his only, one and true friend. Thane wasn't really a friend... More like an acquaintance. Druid only wanted what was best for Brett. He shivered, closing the notebook again and placing it at his side. He had indeed, ruined Brett's life by making him a Follower. Never could he taste the sunlight without the burning, never could he smile without the worry of his fangs showing, never could he be care-free about his life. He was a prisoner in Druid's personal jail. He only wanted him. Best friends forever. Druid shook his head and leaned it against the stone. He was thinking about it too much again. Druid jumped, gasping as he heard the flutter of pages. "This is nice... Who knew my stone-cold brother was a poetic genius?" Vladimir grinned, reading some of Druid's deeper poems. The one he had just written was probably his worst, but it didn't matter. It expressed his feelings. Druid didn't say a thing. Embarrassment spread across his cheeks in a crimson color. Nobody knew about this poems. Vladimir smirked, tossing the now closed notebook back to Druid. "Thane and I are going on a hunting spree... Would you like to join?" Vladimir asked, nudging Druid slightly. He might be a jerk, but he was still a nice brother sometimes. "S-sure." Druid murmured, tucking his things away again quickly and standing. He followed Vladimir out to find Thane awaiting them, his iridescent hair shining blue again despite it's color: black. "I'm starving, c'mon! I know for a fact Druid hasn't eaten in awhile. How long has it been, a few weeks?" Thane asked. Vladimir looked at Druid angrily. "Druid, why have you stopped eating? You know we loose strength after a month." he asked, eying Druid. Druid only shrugged, despite his happy mood. Thane tugged Vladimir's sleeve, before he sighed. "Whatever... just come along." he said, and the trio set out from the cemetery into town. Soon, they arrived, picking out there prey. Thane and Vladimir of course picked out the hottest girls they could find, while Druid did they same for the first person he saw. A boy, around Brett's age, with dark skin and hair. He looked to Vladimir and Thane, but found they were already flirting and persuading. Druid sighed, deciding not to go that route and taking the nice, Im-lost-can-you-show-me-where-this-is technique. He approached the boy, thinking of how oddly familiar he looked. He tapped his shoulder, saying low, "Excuse me, sir.". The boy turned around, and his face hardened, clearly recognizing Druid. "Druid..." he boy murmured, glaring at him. "What do you want?" the boy asked Druid. Druid raised an eyebrow in confusion. He frowned, asking, "H-how do you know me...?"