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Brett glanced over at the boy beside him. "Thanks for what?" he asked, brushing some hair from his own forehead to the side. Druid shrugged lightly, his arms falling limply at his side. "Everything. I mean, usually after someone is bitten, they avoid the vampire and hate them with a passion... Thanks for hanging out with me, talking with me, connecting me to this world and not the seventeenth century." he hugged an arm to his chest. Brett blinked, then frowned. "Druid... how old are you... in mortal years." he asked, looking up at the slightly taller of the two. Druid pursed his lips, whispering something, but Brett couldn't hear. "Druid, how old." he asked again, furrowing his eyebrows together. "Let's see... I was sixteen when it happened, and it was seventeen twenty-six... so..." he frowned, murmuring, "I'm three hundred and two". Brett blinked, then looked down at the sidewalk. "So, I'm going to be fourteen forever, huh?" he whispered, looking down at his lanky, pale hands. Druid shrugged, "N-not exactly... You see, your body is going to mature until you're... well, frozen in time. So you won't have the body of a fourteen year old, maybe a sixteen year old like me but, subconsciously, you'll be fourteen for... eternity." he wiped his palms on his jeans, praying Brett wouldn't freak out and cry about how his life was over. He hated when Brett cried because of him. But Brett didn't cry, or sob, or even sniff. He just sighed, and they continued home in silence. They finally arrived at Brett's home, Jennifer greeting them by the door in a worried panic at where they were. After Brett explained, she just smiled at the two and continued on. "Goodnight." Brett murmured, smiling slightly at Druid before going inside, leaving Druid on the sidewalk. He walked over quietly to the swinging bench hanging by chains from the porch roof and sat on it, making it creak with a shift in weight. He rocked gently, back and forth, just listening to the night as crickets chirped loudly. "Pretty little lady, with the swollen eyes, won't you show them to me~" Druid sang in a whisper, playing connect the dots with the visible stars. "Hey, kid." Druid heard, turning quickly to look behind him. Vladimir smiled, climbing over the rail and hoping soundlessly over the back of the bench and sitting beside his brother. Vladimir frowned, "Hey, what's wrong?" Vladimir asked. Good brother time. "I... I think Brett is angry with me..." Druid murmured, playing with his thumbs. Vladimir sighed deeply, "Okay... What happened this time between the lovely couple?" he smirked, but smiled genuinely. Druid rolled his eyes, "We were just talking about immortality... And how he'll be fourteen forever. Nothing that bad..." he sighed, "But now he seems... distant." Druid crossed his arms over his chest with a sigh, sulking down in the bench. Vladimir shrugged, "He's probably upset. Just let him settle, okay? It'll be fine..." he murmured, crossing his arms over his chest loosely and sliding down in the bench with a creak. "We should probably go, I don't wanna be a creep..." Druid said in a hushed voice, standing and stepping off the porch. Vladimir followed after, the two making their way back to the mausoleum. Druid entered the mausoleum, Vladimir sitting against the wall outside. He sat on the floor, falling onto his back and lightly knocking the breath out of him. Aching for some sort of proof that Brett was happy, or okay, he slide over slowly to the loose stone and picked it up, retrieving the news paper clippings. "Child killed" and "Another victim to potential vampire or devil worshiper" he read quietly from the headlines, small sentences from each clipping. "Last night, another victim fell into the hands on this mass murderer. The killer seems to drain the blood of his victims, possibly using some sort of tool. Police are still on his trail." and the rest was cut off. He chuckled quietly, running his tongue gently over his fang. "Oh, whoa, oh whoa, be my baby~" he sang quietly, smiling sadly. "I'll look after you..."

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Brett glanced over at the boy beside him. "Thanks for what?" he asked, brushing some hair from his own forehead to the side. Druid shrugged lightly, his arms falling limply at his side. "Everything. I mean, usually after someone is bitten, they avoid the vampire and hate them with a passion... Thanks for hanging out with me, talking with me, connecting me to this world and not the seventeenth century." he hugged an arm to his chest. Brett blinked, then frowned. "Druid... how old are you... in mortal years." he asked, looking up at the slightly taller of the two. Druid pursed his lips, whispering something, but Brett couldn't hear. "Druid, how old." he asked again, furrowing his eyebrows together. "Let's see... I was sixteen when it happened, and it was seventeen twenty-six... so..." he frowned, murmuring, "I'm three hundred and two". Brett blinked, then looked down at the sidewalk. "So, I'm going to be fourteen forever, huh?" he whispered, looking down at his lanky, pale hands. Druid shrugged, "N-not exactly... You see, your body is going to mature until you're... well, frozen in time. So you won't have the body of a fourteen year old, maybe a sixteen year old like me but, subconsciously, you'll be fourteen for... eternity." he wiped his palms on his jeans, praying Brett wouldn't freak out and cry about how his life was over. He hated when Brett cried because of him. But Brett didn't cry, or sob, or even sniff. He just sighed, and they continued home in silence. They finally arrived at Brett's home, Jennifer greeting them by the door in a worried panic at where they were. After Brett explained, she just smiled at the two and continued on. "Goodnight." Brett murmured, smiling slightly at Druid before going inside, leaving Druid on the sidewalk. He walked over quietly to the swinging bench hanging by chains from the porch roof and sat on it, making it creak with a shift in weight. He rocked gently, back and forth, just listening to the night as crickets chirped loudly. "Pretty little lady, with the swollen eyes, won't you show them to me~" Druid sang in a whisper, playing connect the dots with the visible stars. "Hey, kid." Druid heard, turning quickly to look behind him. Vladimir smiled, climbing over the rail and hoping soundlessly over the back of the bench and sitting beside his brother. Vladimir frowned, "Hey, what's wrong?" Vladimir asked. Good brother time. "I... I think Brett is angry with me..." Druid murmured, playing with his thumbs. Vladimir sighed deeply, "Okay... What happened this time between the lovely couple?" he smirked, but smiled genuinely. Druid rolled his eyes, "We were just talking about immortality... And how he'll be fourteen forever. Nothing that bad..." he sighed, "But now he seems... distant." Druid crossed his arms over his chest with a sigh, sulking down in the bench. Vladimir shrugged, "He's probably upset. Just let him settle, okay? It'll be fine..." he murmured, crossing his arms over his chest loosely and sliding down in the bench with a creak. "We should probably go, I don't wanna be a creep..." Druid said in a hushed voice, standing and stepping off the porch. Vladimir followed after, the two making their way back to the mausoleum. Druid entered the mausoleum, Vladimir sitting against the wall outside. He sat on the floor, falling onto his back and lightly knocking the breath out of him. Aching for some sort of proof that Brett was happy, or okay, he slide over slowly to the loose stone and picked it up, retrieving the news paper clippings. "Child killed" and "Another victim to potential vampire or devil worshiper" he read quietly from the headlines, small sentences from each clipping. "Last night, another victim fell into the hands on this mass murderer. The killer seems to drain the blood of his victims, possibly using some sort of tool. Police are still on his trail." and the rest was cut off. He chuckled quietly, running his tongue gently over his fang. "Oh, whoa, oh whoa, be my baby~" he sang quietly, smiling sadly. "I'll look after you..."