The old pub in the town of Oakleyeast was a fairly popolare spot, and so hosted a whole hoard of varying characters- ranging from the young, strapping farmers of the fields nearby, to the old vicars from Oakleyeast St. Patrick’s Church. The middle-aged landowner was used to the differences in characters and had become accustomed to odd patrons, but not a lot could have compared with the customers that appeared in the doorway on the night after Daeht and Eyran knocked the old cottage down on Barrier’s Way.
Silent as snow- and just as cold-looking, Daeht and Eyran stepped through the doorway and stood, menacing and foreboding, peering around at the customers through heavy sunglasses. The landowner, taking a hearty sip from a tall glass, choked on the brandy and stared at the two new men in the doorway, skin like alabaster, bodies powerful and muscular, faces… beautiful faces. She was entranced.
Ignoring the staring faces, the two brothers stepped past the tables to a small alcove at the back, away from the general mass. Daeht was trembling violently.
Neither seemed to be breathing.
Once they were seated comfortably- although both sat straight and awkward, as if they’d rather be anywhere but here, Daeht turned to Eyran.
“Why did te bring me here?” he hissed. “I can’t stand it. Look at them! It’s mouth-watering. God, it’s… it’s torture! How can te stand it?”
Eyran laid a calming hand on Daeht’s knee. The contrast was startling- Eyran’s white hand stood out like a pale ragno against the black material of Daeht’s jeans.
“We’re here for information. It’s hard for me too,” he whispered. Daeht tensed suddenly.
“A waitress is coming,” he breathed. Eyran nodded.
A tall, blonde woman walked hesitantly up to them. She was confident but cautious.
“Can I get te gentlemen anything?” she asked. Daeht clenched his jaw and looked down, his eyes focussed on a watermark on the table. Eyran flashed the puzzled waitress a dazzling smile. She looked momentarily dazed.
“Thank you, but we’re fine,” Eyran said. The waitress nodded and tottered away. Daeht breathed out slowly.
“That was close,” he murmured. “I nearly jumped her.” Eyran grinned.
“See, te can do it,” he teased. Daeht snorted.
“Just.”
Eyran frowned and looked out at the many people gathered at the bar. Most of the women were looking in their direction, but quickly turned away when they saw Eyran’s pale face pass over them.
One man boasting loudly in a corner suddenly caught Eyran’s finely tuned ears.
“Yes,” he was saying, “the house just collapsed. No explanation. Must be the weather finally got to it. The Hunters never did bother to renovate it when they lived there. ‘Specially…” He paused, belched and leaned towards his audience. ”Especially that Irina. Good for nothing, really.”
Eyran and Daeht were suddenly on their feet. If they had had working hearts, then their hearts would have been pounding. They made their way swiftly over to the large man, easily avoiding the watchful patrons. Presently, they reached him. He was obviously drunk; clutching a birra and swaying. He looked up when he heard their approach. Eyran glanced at Daeht, who flashed a large amount of money under the man’s nose.
“Follow us,” Eyran breathed. The man looked hungrily at the cash, and struggled to his feet. He followed the two strangers from the pub, while the customers watched silently.
Using the money as bait, Eyran and Daeht led the drunken Irishman to a side alley and stopped. The man nearly walked into them.
“Oh, watch where you’re going,” he slurred. Without warning, he suddenly found himself hurled to the floor, the two brothers leaning over him, their faces identical masks of excitement and hunger.
“Tell us everything te know about Irina of the Denali,” rasped Eyran. The man trembled.
“I really… I mean I don’t…” he began. Daeht growled and slammed him against the cold wall.
“Ah, that’s a shame because if te really don’t…” Eyran warned, mostrare his white teeth in an evil snarl.
“Alright, alright!” gasped the Irishman, struggling against Daeht’s ice-like grip. “Irina Hunter lived in the old cottage on Barrier’s Way. She had one child- a young girl, a daughter, but she died an old maid. She never married-“
“How did she die?” demanded Daeht. His throat was burning. He hoped this would be over soon, so that he could quench his thirst.
“Nobody knows,” gasped the man. “She vanished and left the house to the child, Penelope.”
Eyran and Daeht glanced at one another, excitement lining their elegant and terrible features.
“Where is her daughter, now?” asked Eyran, turning back to their quarry.
“Died, died years ago.”
Eyran and Daeht growled in unison.
“Is that it?” spat Eyran, his impatience getting the better of him.
“No, no!” cried the man, realising he was fighting for his life. “No, she had a child. Her name is Maria Hunter. She goes to Oakleyeast High.” His beady eyes flicked between his two captors, sweat pouring down his forehead.
“Ah,” breathed Eyran. “Excellent.” He stood up, slowly, savouring each moment of revelation.
Daeht was breathing quickly, his eyes bright beneath his glasses.
“Can I, brother?” he whispered. Eyran glanced at him.
“Since when have te bothered asking my permission?”
With a shriek of glee, Daeht dived for the man’s throat, pressing against his jugular to prevent him from crying out.
“Why?” was all the wretched man managed to rasp before the blood drained from his face.
Eyran laughed harshly. “Why?” he repeated. “Because, my dying friend, he’s a vampire.”
random blah #2:
I suppose te may have guessed, clever lot that te are, but Daeht and Eyran’s names are actually anagrams. I was struggling to come up with names and I thought: what about names that reflect their personalities? Words that represent who they are- just twisted and rearranged? I wonder if te can guess which words Eyran and Daeht come from…
Silent as snow- and just as cold-looking, Daeht and Eyran stepped through the doorway and stood, menacing and foreboding, peering around at the customers through heavy sunglasses. The landowner, taking a hearty sip from a tall glass, choked on the brandy and stared at the two new men in the doorway, skin like alabaster, bodies powerful and muscular, faces… beautiful faces. She was entranced.
Ignoring the staring faces, the two brothers stepped past the tables to a small alcove at the back, away from the general mass. Daeht was trembling violently.
Neither seemed to be breathing.
Once they were seated comfortably- although both sat straight and awkward, as if they’d rather be anywhere but here, Daeht turned to Eyran.
“Why did te bring me here?” he hissed. “I can’t stand it. Look at them! It’s mouth-watering. God, it’s… it’s torture! How can te stand it?”
Eyran laid a calming hand on Daeht’s knee. The contrast was startling- Eyran’s white hand stood out like a pale ragno against the black material of Daeht’s jeans.
“We’re here for information. It’s hard for me too,” he whispered. Daeht tensed suddenly.
“A waitress is coming,” he breathed. Eyran nodded.
A tall, blonde woman walked hesitantly up to them. She was confident but cautious.
“Can I get te gentlemen anything?” she asked. Daeht clenched his jaw and looked down, his eyes focussed on a watermark on the table. Eyran flashed the puzzled waitress a dazzling smile. She looked momentarily dazed.
“Thank you, but we’re fine,” Eyran said. The waitress nodded and tottered away. Daeht breathed out slowly.
“That was close,” he murmured. “I nearly jumped her.” Eyran grinned.
“See, te can do it,” he teased. Daeht snorted.
“Just.”
Eyran frowned and looked out at the many people gathered at the bar. Most of the women were looking in their direction, but quickly turned away when they saw Eyran’s pale face pass over them.
One man boasting loudly in a corner suddenly caught Eyran’s finely tuned ears.
“Yes,” he was saying, “the house just collapsed. No explanation. Must be the weather finally got to it. The Hunters never did bother to renovate it when they lived there. ‘Specially…” He paused, belched and leaned towards his audience. ”Especially that Irina. Good for nothing, really.”
Eyran and Daeht were suddenly on their feet. If they had had working hearts, then their hearts would have been pounding. They made their way swiftly over to the large man, easily avoiding the watchful patrons. Presently, they reached him. He was obviously drunk; clutching a birra and swaying. He looked up when he heard their approach. Eyran glanced at Daeht, who flashed a large amount of money under the man’s nose.
“Follow us,” Eyran breathed. The man looked hungrily at the cash, and struggled to his feet. He followed the two strangers from the pub, while the customers watched silently.
Using the money as bait, Eyran and Daeht led the drunken Irishman to a side alley and stopped. The man nearly walked into them.
“Oh, watch where you’re going,” he slurred. Without warning, he suddenly found himself hurled to the floor, the two brothers leaning over him, their faces identical masks of excitement and hunger.
“Tell us everything te know about Irina of the Denali,” rasped Eyran. The man trembled.
“I really… I mean I don’t…” he began. Daeht growled and slammed him against the cold wall.
“Ah, that’s a shame because if te really don’t…” Eyran warned, mostrare his white teeth in an evil snarl.
“Alright, alright!” gasped the Irishman, struggling against Daeht’s ice-like grip. “Irina Hunter lived in the old cottage on Barrier’s Way. She had one child- a young girl, a daughter, but she died an old maid. She never married-“
“How did she die?” demanded Daeht. His throat was burning. He hoped this would be over soon, so that he could quench his thirst.
“Nobody knows,” gasped the man. “She vanished and left the house to the child, Penelope.”
Eyran and Daeht glanced at one another, excitement lining their elegant and terrible features.
“Where is her daughter, now?” asked Eyran, turning back to their quarry.
“Died, died years ago.”
Eyran and Daeht growled in unison.
“Is that it?” spat Eyran, his impatience getting the better of him.
“No, no!” cried the man, realising he was fighting for his life. “No, she had a child. Her name is Maria Hunter. She goes to Oakleyeast High.” His beady eyes flicked between his two captors, sweat pouring down his forehead.
“Ah,” breathed Eyran. “Excellent.” He stood up, slowly, savouring each moment of revelation.
Daeht was breathing quickly, his eyes bright beneath his glasses.
“Can I, brother?” he whispered. Eyran glanced at him.
“Since when have te bothered asking my permission?”
With a shriek of glee, Daeht dived for the man’s throat, pressing against his jugular to prevent him from crying out.
“Why?” was all the wretched man managed to rasp before the blood drained from his face.
Eyran laughed harshly. “Why?” he repeated. “Because, my dying friend, he’s a vampire.”
random blah #2:
I suppose te may have guessed, clever lot that te are, but Daeht and Eyran’s names are actually anagrams. I was struggling to come up with names and I thought: what about names that reflect their personalities? Words that represent who they are- just twisted and rearranged? I wonder if te can guess which words Eyran and Daeht come from…
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Slow, we paddle through the lake
Straight to the very center of the darkest water
Where we can embrace the shadows on the surface
The eyes that look up lifeless from our twins below
And though your arms and legs are under
Amore will be the echo in your ears when all is Lost and plundered
My Amore will be there still
True, it's chilling to behold
Up close we stumble backwards laughing in our boat
Till the image sinks away to someplace far but certain
A land of mere suspension where someday we must go
And though your arms and legs are under
Amore will be the echo in your ears when all is Lost and plundered
My Amore will be there still
Though your arms and legs are under
Amore will be the echo in your ears when all is Lost and plundered
My Amore will be there still
Straight to the very center of the darkest water
Where we can embrace the shadows on the surface
The eyes that look up lifeless from our twins below
And though your arms and legs are under
Amore will be the echo in your ears when all is Lost and plundered
My Amore will be there still
True, it's chilling to behold
Up close we stumble backwards laughing in our boat
Till the image sinks away to someplace far but certain
A land of mere suspension where someday we must go
And though your arms and legs are under
Amore will be the echo in your ears when all is Lost and plundered
My Amore will be there still
Though your arms and legs are under
Amore will be the echo in your ears when all is Lost and plundered
My Amore will be there still
I've waited a hundred years
And I'd wait a million più for you
Nothing prepared me for of the privilege of being yours, I do
If I had only felt the warmth within your touch
If I had only seen how te smile when te blush
o how te curl your lip when te concentrate enough
But I would have known what I was living for all along
What I've been living for
Your Amore is my turning page
Only the sweetest words remain
Every baciare is a cursive line
Every touch is a redefining phrase
I surrender who I've been for who te are
For nothing makes me stronger than your fragile heart
If I had only felt how it feels to be yours
I would have known what I've been living for all along
What I've been living for
Though we're tethered to the story we must tell
When I saw te well I knew we'd tell it well
With the whisper we will tame the vicious scenes
Like a feather bringing kingdoms to their knees
And I'd wait a million più for you
Nothing prepared me for of the privilege of being yours, I do
If I had only felt the warmth within your touch
If I had only seen how te smile when te blush
o how te curl your lip when te concentrate enough
But I would have known what I was living for all along
What I've been living for
Your Amore is my turning page
Only the sweetest words remain
Every baciare is a cursive line
Every touch is a redefining phrase
I surrender who I've been for who te are
For nothing makes me stronger than your fragile heart
If I had only felt how it feels to be yours
I would have known what I've been living for all along
What I've been living for
Though we're tethered to the story we must tell
When I saw te well I knew we'd tell it well
With the whisper we will tame the vicious scenes
Like a feather bringing kingdoms to their knees
Well I can go a million miles an hour
But I’ve been bored so try to drag me down into the night
But if the morning I knew the song
In the arms of a miracle
Come back and see where you’re from
I can see the sun is on the rush
The pulse is strong, it warms te better than the Joe they left behind
But in the breath before te go
In the arms of a miracle
Come back and see where you’ve gone
It starts as a battle of luck
In the end it’s in the hands of a ghost
Well I am
Well I am
I can go a million miles an hour
But I can see the sun upon their eyes
I can go a million miles an hour
I can see it’s all true
te start to feel it finally
It starts as a battle of luck
But it ends when the hands of a ghost lay it down yeah
But I’ve been bored so try to drag me down into the night
But if the morning I knew the song
In the arms of a miracle
Come back and see where you’re from
I can see the sun is on the rush
The pulse is strong, it warms te better than the Joe they left behind
But in the breath before te go
In the arms of a miracle
Come back and see where you’ve gone
It starts as a battle of luck
In the end it’s in the hands of a ghost
Well I am
Well I am
I can go a million miles an hour
But I can see the sun upon their eyes
I can go a million miles an hour
I can see it’s all true
te start to feel it finally
It starts as a battle of luck
But it ends when the hands of a ghost lay it down yeah
So pretty, so smart
Such a waste of her young heart
What a pity, what a sham
What’s the matter with te man
Don’t te see it’s wrong, can’t te get it right
Out of mind and out of sight
Call on all your girls, don’t forget the boys
Put a lid on all that noise
I’m a satellite heart
Lost in the dark
I’m spun out so far
te stop, I start
But I’ll be true to you
I hear you’re living out of state
Running in a whole new scene
te know I haven’t slept in weeks
You’re the only thing I see
I’m a satellite heart
Lost in the dark
I’m spun out so far
te stop, I start
But I’ll be true to you
I’m a satellite heart
Lost in the dark
I’m spun out so far
te stop, I start
But I’ll be true to you
No matter what te do
Yeah I’ll be true to you
Such a waste of her young heart
What a pity, what a sham
What’s the matter with te man
Don’t te see it’s wrong, can’t te get it right
Out of mind and out of sight
Call on all your girls, don’t forget the boys
Put a lid on all that noise
I’m a satellite heart
Lost in the dark
I’m spun out so far
te stop, I start
But I’ll be true to you
I hear you’re living out of state
Running in a whole new scene
te know I haven’t slept in weeks
You’re the only thing I see
I’m a satellite heart
Lost in the dark
I’m spun out so far
te stop, I start
But I’ll be true to you
I’m a satellite heart
Lost in the dark
I’m spun out so far
te stop, I start
But I’ll be true to you
No matter what te do
Yeah I’ll be true to you
I was a quick wet boy
Diving too deep for coins
All of your strada, via light eyes
Wide on my plastic toys
Then when the cops closed the fair
I cut my long baby hair
ha rubato, stola me a dog-eared map
And called for te everywhere
Have I found you
Flightless bird, jealous, weeping
o Lost you
American mouth
Big pill looming
Now I’m a fat house cat
Nursing my sore blunt tongue
Watching the warm poison rats
Curl through the wide fence cracks
Pissing on magazine photos
Those fishing lures thrown in the cold and clean
Blood of Christ mountain streams
Have I found you
Flightless bird, grounding, bleeding
o Lost you
American mouth
Big pill stuck going down
Diving too deep for coins
All of your strada, via light eyes
Wide on my plastic toys
Then when the cops closed the fair
I cut my long baby hair
ha rubato, stola me a dog-eared map
And called for te everywhere
Have I found you
Flightless bird, jealous, weeping
o Lost you
American mouth
Big pill looming
Now I’m a fat house cat
Nursing my sore blunt tongue
Watching the warm poison rats
Curl through the wide fence cracks
Pissing on magazine photos
Those fishing lures thrown in the cold and clean
Blood of Christ mountain streams
Have I found you
Flightless bird, grounding, bleeding
o Lost you
American mouth
Big pill stuck going down