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Two weeks had passed since the loss of Worths old office and Conrad had yet to leave his temporary home in Casmiro and Finas' living room. He just didn't have the heart to get up anymore. That office was the last thing he had linking him to his past with the people he loved. Why was he still hung over them? It had been two hundred fucking years. With a sigh the artist sat up and ran a hand through his hair, looking over to the balcony where Casmiro and Finas spoke quietly.

Somehow he managed to removed himself from the couch and make his way outside, happily letting the summer breeze run over his body. "So. I might be willing to try this whole…HUNTING….thing." Conrad said.

"Bout fuckin time kid." Casmiro spoke proudly and patted the younger vampire on the back. "We were just thinking of going out for a bit of a snack ourselves."

Sighing to himself, Conrad nodded and the trio took off. It wasn't wise to hit up food near ones actual home, so Casmiro led the other two to a theater on the other side of town. The movies had just finished and people were flooding out.

"Now, Snaggle fang. You can do this one of two ways." Casmiro explained and Finas just rolled his eyes, turning to go find his food HIS way. "You can either, seduce your food, or you can yank the poor bastard into the shadows and suck 'em dry before they know what hit them." That being said, the older vampire found a young girl and began to flirt with her, leaving Conrad by himself.

Still a bit skeptical Conrad spotted a very thin young man about the age he was when he died, and began to slink (yes, slink) around in the shadows. About two blocks from the theater, the artist saw his chance and yanked the man into the shadows and pinned him to the wall. "I'm sorry. But I really need to feed." He said placing his fangs at the mans neck.

The man, a tall and lanky blonde, growled out. "Who the fuck er yew? Git the fuck offa me you fuckin faggot." He spoke in what sounded like an Australian accent.

Conrad stopped. That voice. Backing away he got a good look at the man he was going to feed on. Once the blonde turned around, Conrad's eyes grew wide. "Oh my god. L-luce?"

The blonde glared and punched Conrad in the stomach, effectively making him double over in pain. Taking his chance, the man ran, leaving Conrad stunned. But it wasn't long before he took off after the man, trying to remain unnoticed as he followed him. It has to be him. The voice, the hair, the punch to the stomach. I just has to be.

To Be Continued

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Two weeks had passed since the loss of Worths old office and Conrad had yet to leave his temporary home in Casmiro and Finas' living room. He just didn't have the heart to get up anymore. That office was the last thing he had linking him to his past with the people he loved. Why was he still hung over them? It had been two hundred fucking years. With a sigh the artist sat up and ran a hand through his hair, looking over to the balcony where Casmiro and Finas spoke quietly.

Somehow he managed to removed himself from the couch and make his way outside, happily letting the summer breeze run over his body. "So. I might be willing to try this whole…HUNTING….thing." Conrad said.

"Bout fuckin time kid." Casmiro spoke proudly and patted the younger vampire on the back. "We were just thinking of going out for a bit of a snack ourselves."

Sighing to himself, Conrad nodded and the trio took off. It wasn't wise to hit up food near ones actual home, so Casmiro led the other two to a theater on the other side of town. The movies had just finished and people were flooding out.

"Now, Snaggle fang. You can do this one of two ways." Casmiro explained and Finas just rolled his eyes, turning to go find his food HIS way. "You can either, seduce your food, or you can yank the poor bastard into the shadows and suck 'em dry before they know what hit them." That being said, the older vampire found a young girl and began to flirt with her, leaving Conrad by himself.

Still a bit skeptical Conrad spotted a very thin young man about the age he was when he died, and began to slink (yes, slink) around in the shadows. About two blocks from the theater, the artist saw his chance and yanked the man into the shadows and pinned him to the wall. "I'm sorry. But I really need to feed." He said placing his fangs at the mans neck.

The man, a tall and lanky blonde, growled out. "Who the fuck er yew? Git the fuck offa me you fuckin faggot." He spoke in what sounded like an Australian accent.

Conrad stopped. That voice. Backing away he got a good look at the man he was going to feed on. Once the blonde turned around, Conrad's eyes grew wide. "Oh my god. L-luce?"

The blonde glared and punched Conrad in the stomach, effectively making him double over in pain. Taking his chance, the man ran, leaving Conrad stunned. But it wasn't long before he took off after the man, trying to remain unnoticed as he followed him. It has to be him. The voice, the hair, the punch to the stomach. I just has to be.

To Be Continued