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"Foxwood? Where have I heard that before..." Brett thought, glaring at Vladimir with an uneasy look. "What do you want...?" Brett asked, kicking himself for not remembering. Vlad let out another giggle. He stalked up slowly, clearly about a foot taller. "I want your blood." Vladimir said, licking his fangs as he lunged for Brett. He yelled out, darting out into the cemetery and away from Vladimir. His hood flew down, and his face and scalp lit up into an invisible blaze. Brett groaned in pain, running for the nearest shade and struggling to pull his hood up. He leaned against a bushy tree, the branches keeping a shadow across the ground. He sat beneath the tree, watching Vladimir stand, grinning with a smirk in the doorway on the mausoleum. He retreated into it, the stone door sliding shut and Brett breathed out in a deep sigh of relief. He shook, fighting tears they threatened to creep into his eyes. "D-druid...?" Brett called, frightened about the experience. Brett heard a quiet rustling in the tree and looked up, seeing Druid's crimson eyes shine out from the tree as he was perched in the tree like a jaguar, sprawled out on the branch. "Yes?" Druid asked, like nothing had happened. "What was that?!" he asked, pointing up at the mausoleum. "Oh yeah..." Druid said, clearly acting dumb, "This'll take a moment to explain.". Druid swing off of the branch acrobatically, sitting beside Brett in the grass. "You see... You're my Follower Vampire ever since I turned you. A Follower Vampire hasn't been created in one thousand years. You're the first one." he said, smiling at Brett. "Well, what out that guy?" Brett asked, glancing back at the mausoleum. "That's my err... brother." Druid said, sighing. "He tried to kill me!" Brett called, upset. "Yeah, well... He doesn't exactly approve of me creating the first Follower in a really, really long time." Brett groaned, falling onto his back in the grass. "My life is over, officially." Brett murmured, covering his face with his hands. "No it's not... Just stay away from any vampires that don't have the name Thane or Druid, and you'll be okay... Possibly. Never mind, just, stay away from all vampires except me." Druid said, remembering what Thane said earlier. "Why do they want my blood?" Brett asked, running his hands down his face. "Well... you do have the uh... Delectable, sweet, wondrous blood type known as O negative." Druid grinned. "It's taking all my will power not to drink you dry..." Brett shivered, scooting away from Druid. Druid only laughed, leaning against the cool trunk of the tree. "So the rest of my life, I'm going to be running from your brother and every vampire in my area?!" Brett said, looking over a Druid. Druid hesitated, then nodded. "Wonderful!" Brett yelled, burying his face in the grass. He huffed deeply, fighting tears again. "What about my parents? What about school? What about life?!" Brett had started to cry, cursing the tears and his easy emotions. "Please don't cry..." Druid said sympathetically, laying a hand on Brett's back. "Stop it! You did this to me!" Brett hissed, getting angry as he turned and sat up. Druid jerked back, looking taken back and hurt. "I'm sorry, Brett..." he murmured, fiddling his with fingers. "Just... Shut up!" Brett snarled, pushing his hood tightly around his head as he jogged home, and away from Druid. Druid curled against the tree, watching the dark shape run away from him. "Tough break, kid." he heard a voice say. His brother slipped beside him, sitting with him with his arms rested on his knees. "Leave me be, Vladimir..." Druid hissed, glaring at his black haired twin. Vladimir laughed. "Please... that little boy can never talk to you again for all I care!" he hissed in return, just to make Druid angry. "Shut up..." Druid said weakly, facing away from Vladimir so he couldn't see the tears. "Are you crying...?" Vladimir asked, looking around Druid. "No!" Druid yelled, rushing off to his mausoleum, ignoring the singeing in his skin. "What can I do...." Druid whispered.

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"Foxwood? Where have I heard that before..." Brett thought, glaring at Vladimir with an uneasy look. "What do you want...?" Brett asked, kicking himself for not remembering. Vlad let out another giggle. He stalked up slowly, clearly about a foot taller. "I want your blood." Vladimir said, licking his fangs as he lunged for Brett. He yelled out, darting out into the cemetery and away from Vladimir. His hood flew down, and his face and scalp lit up into an invisible blaze. Brett groaned in pain, running for the nearest shade and struggling to pull his hood up. He leaned against a bushy tree, the branches keeping a shadow across the ground. He sat beneath the tree, watching Vladimir stand, grinning with a smirk in the doorway on the mausoleum. He retreated into it, the stone door sliding shut and Brett breathed out in a deep sigh of relief. He shook, fighting tears they threatened to creep into his eyes. "D-druid...?" Brett called, frightened about the experience. Brett heard a quiet rustling in the tree and looked up, seeing Druid's crimson eyes shine out from the tree as he was perched in the tree like a jaguar, sprawled out on the branch. "Yes?" Druid asked, like nothing had happened. "What was that?!" he asked, pointing up at the mausoleum. "Oh yeah..." Druid said, clearly acting dumb, "This'll take a moment to explain.". Druid swing off of the branch acrobatically, sitting beside Brett in the grass. "You see... You're my Follower Vampire ever since I turned you. A Follower Vampire hasn't been created in one thousand years. You're the first one." he said, smiling at Brett. "Well, what out that guy?" Brett asked, glancing back at the mausoleum. "That's my err... brother." Druid said, sighing. "He tried to kill me!" Brett called, upset. "Yeah, well... He doesn't exactly approve of me creating the first Follower in a really, really long time." Brett groaned, falling onto his back in the grass. "My life is over, officially." Brett murmured, covering his face with his hands. "No it's not... Just stay away from any vampires that don't have the name Thane or Druid, and you'll be okay... Possibly. Never mind, just, stay away from all vampires except me." Druid said, remembering what Thane said earlier. "Why do they want my blood?" Brett asked, running his hands down his face. "Well... you do have the uh... Delectable, sweet, wondrous blood type known as O negative." Druid grinned. "It's taking all my will power not to drink you dry..." Brett shivered, scooting away from Druid. Druid only laughed, leaning against the cool trunk of the tree. "So the rest of my life, I'm going to be running from your brother and every vampire in my area?!" Brett said, looking over a Druid. Druid hesitated, then nodded. "Wonderful!" Brett yelled, burying his face in the grass. He huffed deeply, fighting tears again. "What about my parents? What about school? What about life?!" Brett had started to cry, cursing the tears and his easy emotions. "Please don't cry..." Druid said sympathetically, laying a hand on Brett's back. "Stop it! You did this to me!" Brett hissed, getting angry as he turned and sat up. Druid jerked back, looking taken back and hurt. "I'm sorry, Brett..." he murmured, fiddling his with fingers. "Just... Shut up!" Brett snarled, pushing his hood tightly around his head as he jogged home, and away from Druid. Druid curled against the tree, watching the dark shape run away from him. "Tough break, kid." he heard a voice say. His brother slipped beside him, sitting with him with his arms rested on his knees. "Leave me be, Vladimir..." Druid hissed, glaring at his black haired twin. Vladimir laughed. "Please... that little boy can never talk to you again for all I care!" he hissed in return, just to make Druid angry. "Shut up..." Druid said weakly, facing away from Vladimir so he couldn't see the tears. "Are you crying...?" Vladimir asked, looking around Druid. "No!" Druid yelled, rushing off to his mausoleum, ignoring the singeing in his skin. "What can I do...." Druid whispered.