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My Other Half	By : aliceandmyraspencer Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Rammstein Views: 1701 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: My Other Half Chapter 3

AN: Chapter 3, review please so I know just how BAD this story is and I can end all our misery and stop continuing to write it lol, rate if you're generous enough. Don't forget to check out the other stories posted. And I'm not talking about just the Rammstein ones. I'm also happy that I learned how to do italics and bold on this site.

ALSO: I noticed I messed up a little by saying that Drake is both Myra's and Ollie's uncle AND the name of Richards dad. I guess I just like that name in this story but THEY ARE NOT THE SAME PERSON! I JUST DON'T WANT TO USE A NAME LIKE JOHN OR FRANK OR LARRY OR KYLE OR ELLIOT OR SPENCER OR JP...I HAVE GOT TO STOP WATCHING HELLRAISER.

[Oliver P.O.V]

"First off, he's a direct descendant of Dracula..." she trailed off.

Ok, vampires existing I can believe. It'd be stupid to try and deny it. Dracula? Give me a break. I rolled my eyes at her. "Myra, you've seen way too many vampire movies. Dracula isn't real. He's fictional." Plus, didn't some guy named Bram Stoker make him up in a book?

She looked at me seriously as she leaned over me. The look in her eye screamed at me for calling her a liar. Bad move Olli. Myra hates being called a liar, even indirectly. "He's Richard's dad."

I lifted my head and looked her evenly in the eye, just to make sure she wasn't playing around with me. She looked too serious. "You're shitting me," I whispered. "No way. You mean he's actually REAL? You're not shitting me?" If this is a joke, she's got me good on it.

"Nope. I am not shitting you. He's real and he's also Richard's biological dad. He was also the first vampire and created the vampire race but that's not the issue here. As it turns out, Richard is his only successful living child and that's only because Richard's mom just happened to be a witch and could carry him to term with her magic, at the cost of her life of course. That's why Richard is so powerful. He's got both his parents powers and only slacks in some departments. Of course that means he's stronger than his father, making him the most powerful of us all. But that's not even the interesting part." I waited for her to continue. The mystery that goes by the name of Richard is slowly being revealed, like in an episode of a crime show. "Richard was born human."

I was about to say 'What the fuck? How the fuck do you get a human out of a witch and a vampire?' but she silenced me with her hand going to my mouth. "I know what you're thinking. Everyone who knows about Richard thought the same thing at one time, even his dad. You'd think Richard would have been born the way he is now but sure enough, he was human. When his father turned him into a vampire Richard's whole perspective on things changed. It also unlocked his powers. The powers he got from his father are the ability to read minds, have more strength than any other vampire, hypnotize the body and if you're weak minded your mind as well. The powers he got from his mother were the ability to partially see into the future but his mother could actually see into it fully, he can block memories and light things on fire with his mind. That's about all."

Note to self: don't let Richard light you on fire. As I was trying to process all this I had to think about something that I obviously needed answers to. Looking down, I pondered this thought: If he was born human, was he naturally evil? "Why is he so evil?" I didn't realize I'd verbally said it until after I did. Looking up quickly I stared at her face, trying to see if she was upset about me mentioning how evil her husband is.

Husband... I don't know if it's because of who Richard is or that I'm her older brother by 6 minutes and didn't get to approve of him first but I just couldn't seem to get used to the idea that she was married. One minute she was my teenage twin sister going through hell because of a certain asshole, the next minute she's married and actually happy for once. I feel like I missed out and the sad part is, I know I did.

Bringing her hand to my face she slapped me lightly to get my attention. Apparently I was going to Olli-Land, where the Booger Man does NOT eat all the food I love... I hate Uncle Drake for putting the thought in my head that if I didn't eat raw garlic with a side of onion The Booger Man would pop out whenever I had something tasty and eat it. I had garlic breath for a week after he told me that. It's almost as bad as the Boogie Man if you're a kid, considering the junk kids like to eat. Her voice continued, "It has to do with the curse his dad has that got passed down to him when he was changed. His dad is cursed to roam the earth alone in constant sorrow for all eternity and his rage and hate fill a sadistic side to him. He's been that way for so long he doesn't even remember why he's cursed in the first place.

"So, being Dracula's only child and having power like that, his father's curse sort of passed on to him. Richard said he wasn't evil until he realized exactly how powerful he was and when others tried to take it from him, he killed them so heartlessly that it didn't bother him at all. And that happened in the first year. So, not only is his reasoning partially genetic, it was also caused by the need for survival when others try to steal what you have by force. Eventually he grew to enjoy getting what he wanted and doing what he wanted whenever. Does that make any sense?" Myra scratched her head as she tried to think through everything she'd said. Maybe she'd gotten lost in her thought process trying to sort it all out.

Thinking about everything being tied together, I went off to my own thoughts. From the sound of it, Richard was a victim of circumstances and was basically fucked from the moment he 'died'. AKA, his father fucked him up. But that lead me back to the thought of Richards mother. She'd died? Why? "He never knew his mother?"

"No...she died bringing him into the world. Technically Richard wasn't even alive until his mother's life-force went into him. I guess you could say that her magic kept him growing inside her but couldn't give him a 'full life'. I think he was considered still born. She willingly gave up her life for her son." Myra's voice seemed to give away that she wanted to cry. Richard's mom sounded like a hero from the sounds of it. If only she knew what her son would grow up to be.

"How do you know all this?"

Controlling herself before she cried and showered me with tears she answered, "His father told him and Richard told me. By the way, his dad is a great chess player. He beat me 4 times!" Turning my head to her I stared at her, wondering why her tone changed to a happy one for once. Then I just stared at her in amazement as I realized what she'd said. She'd met the fucker that spawned Richard. "What?"

"You met Dracula?"

She rolled her eyes at me. "Yes. About 7 years ago. To be honest I thought he was Richard for 6 hours until my real husband came into the recreational room looking like he was going to kill him."

"DID HE?" This story was getting better by the minute. I wonder how long they fought each other.

Lightly laughing she laced her hands together as she leaned back into the bed post and smiled at me. "No," she simply said. Damn. No action? LAME. "He may not like his father but he knows how to give the man respect. After all, he did create him. And he never intended to pass on his curse to Richard since Richard grew up as a normal human and no other vampires that his father made have it. Seriously though, if they stood next to each other you'd think they were twins. Same height, hair, eyes, face and body build. Also, Dracula likes to be called Drake now." For a moment her eyes scrunched up as she remembered something. "I think he's coming for a visit soon."

I wonder how Drake took to meeting his son's wife. He probably got jealous of his son for having someone so beautiful and nice as her. "Myra, tell me about the day you met him." She smiled so sweetly that I couldn't control my mouth from smiling in return. She seemed to have expected me to ask about this.

"I was wondering when you'd ask that question."

***Flashback***

[Myra P.O.V.]

Richard's late. He must have had unexpected associates arrive. He's never late unless it's important otherwise he wouldn't bother with whoever it was. I wonder if it has anything to do with the werewolves....'Till' my mind whispered. NO! Don't think of him like that! If Richard ever found out that Till was a werewolf he'd kill him. Right now I'm thankful that Richard didn't pay much attention to Till when he was stalking me. I can't handle the thought of one of my only friends dead. I hope he's ok...that Richard's men never find him.

I walked over to the bookshelf of the recreational room. Scanning the various titles I noticed that Lilith added about 50 new books with different categories. I had to thank Lilith for her kindness: it was nice of her to be my friend here...my only friend. She's always been so nice and concerned for me. Sometimes I wonder if she does it willingly. Continuing to scan the spines of the books I saw one that caught my eye.

Taking the book in my hand I read the title and smiled lightly, remembering reading this book in high school: QUEEN OF THE DAMNED by Anne Rice. I loved the way it was written and how it had different mini stories that linked everything together. Now I find it ironic how Richard and The Queen have something similar in common: they can burn people.

Deciding to reread the book I took it with me as I sat on the dark green couch, feeling the new cover I did so. I love the smell and feel of new books. Cracking it open I began to read the tale of a vampire queen.

What felt like seconds tick by was actually an hour when I heard footsteps leading this way along with a heartbeat. It must be Richard. Deciding that Richard didn't deserve to be greeted at the door for making me wait I continued to read. He'll know it’s his punishment instantly. I might even ignore him the rest of the night and just read. Adjusting my position on the couch to where I was laying instead of sitting I resumed reading, my feet hanging off the arm rest.

The door opened and I ignored his entrance as he sat down in the wooden chair across from where I was sitting. Taking a quick glance I noticed that it was indeed Richard but he'd changed his clothes. This morning he wore a long sleeve black shirt with black dress pants and some fancy shoes. Now he was wearing a black vest that was opened, revealing his torso and black leather pants with some new leather boots. In his hand laid the black trench coat I'd bought him for his birthday yesterday. How the hell did he find it? I hid it where he wouldn't look. As I continued my examination on his choice of clothing his hand that had covered his eyes fell from his face and he nearly seemed to jump with surprise to see me. I didn't think much on it. "How the hell did you find your birthday present?" I asked him. "I hid that thing in the last place you'd look. You weren't supposed to get it until tomorrow night when we were supposed to go out."

A look of confusion dawned his face until he realized what I was talking about as he lifted the coat from his lap, a small smile on his lips. "Oh yeah...my birthday. I've been so busy today that I nearly forgot. I'm sorry I ruined your surprise."

Putting my book down on my chest I put my full attention to him. No point in getting mad, it wouldn't do any good. "Well I bought it for you, Richard. You might as well wear it now. It's just that now I can't give you anything on your birthday. I feel like a bad wife." As I said it I looked down sadly, not seeing his reaction. Yeah, I feel bad all right. Feel bad for not being able to surprise my husband with a nice new jacket with his name embroidered on the sleeves.

He stood next to me seconds later, bringing my face to his. He had that sweet smile on his face that he only showed to me. Sometimes I feel like the luckiest person in the world because he chose to love me. "You're not a bad wife. I like it. Besides, I saw Lilith looking at it and I took it, so it's not like it was hiding from my view. Tell you what; I'll let you teach me how to play chess if it makes you feel any better."

Instantly my mood lifted. "But you suck at chess," I chuckled, "and you always throw the board on the ground because you always get interrupted right when you're about to make a good move. The board is no match for your temper." Richard had no patients for games...except sex games.

Continuing to smile he caressed my face and kissed my forehead. His touch was so calming that I just put my arms around his waist and hugged him close. "Well, I'm free for the rest of the night, I'm sure that we won't be interrupted. Plus, if I learn something it's because you taught me. Won't you be proud of me if I actually win?" I felt touched. He wanted to play one of my favorite games.

It's not often Richard is willing to play a game that I like. Mostly because he's so busy for hours on end doing work. He makes his job of being the boss look easy but between perfect planning, attending meetings to keep his people in line, executing people, and making his blood banks run smoothly he just wants to relax around me by watching me read or paint or watch TV. Sometimes I gardened and he enjoys watching me bend over, the pervert that he is. Other times he liked to become intimate, and boy was he TOO good at it. It's almost like I don't stand a chance against him.

Returning my attention back Richard I saw that he was waiting patiently, like always, for my answer. "Yes, I'll be proud of you. Just don't break the chess board this time please Reesh, I don't want Lilith to have to clean it up."

"Anything for you, sweetheart," he said with a smirk on his face.

***

-- 6 hours later --

3 times. He's beaten me 3 times out of 7 and he swears that he hasn't been cheating by reading my mind. I can't stop feeling that he's been practicing while he works. Looking at the clock I was shocked to see how much time had passed. Usually we were in bed by 12 AM, it's 2 in the morning right now. Turning my gaze back to Richard, I glared at him. Sure he lost the first 4 games with a better score than he's ever had before but on the 5th game he flat out beat me like he'd been doing it for years. Something's not right.

His eyes lifted from the board, chin resting on his porcelain hands with his painted black nails. "What?"

"You've been practicing while working, haven't you?" I accused him. I'm not mad, I just don't like to be lead on thinking that he still sucked. It's just not nice. Why should I waste my time teaching him my little secrets if he already knows? Pointless, really.

Smirking, he leaned back in the chair he sat in and observed me, wondering what my next reaction will be. "What if I have? What are you going to do about it?" his tone hinted sexual desire behind it. I had to keep in mind to not let that distract me, even though his charm worked most of the time.

Lifting my hands in the air near my face to emphasize my point I replied, "I just don't see why you led me to believe that you still suck." His clear blue eyes glinted with lust at my words. What did I say that was sexual?

Slowly he got up from his seat and walked around the chess board, taking the 2 steps to get to me. Quickly he grasped my upper arms and lifted me from my seat, making me go 'oomph' as he did so. Instantly sticking his face in my neck he inhaled my scent. "Oh, I still suck all right..." he whispered. I could feel his wet tongue dart out and lick my skin, tasting it for its flavor. The action slowly brought out my desire for him. This was the only thing I didn't like about my husband: he was TOO GOOD at seducing me. In fact, he was so good that-Oh! Fuck that tongue is on my favorite spot right below my jaw. What was I mad about again?

Lightly his teeth scraped my skin, bringing that tingly sensation with it when you know how close to getting your skin pierced with sharp objects. His muffled voice spoke "I'll suck this neck of yours so good that you'll never want me to let you go...you smell like ripe fruit. I just want to dig my teeth in and taste your succulent flesh. So yeah, I do SUCK."

I'm so horny right now that if he doesn't get it over with soon I might just have to rape him. His hands had started to travel over my body sending pleasant electric shots through me. Closing my eyes I let myself go to his touch. Feeling his tongue lick my jugular I titled my head back, ready for him to claim me again. One of his hands went to grip me from behind my head and the other rested on my hip, making its way towards my ass. Continuing to smell me he moaned in pleasure. It's his own fault for torturing himself. Once he said that my scent was an aphrodisiac to him; it explains why he likes foreplay so much and why he inhales like I'm his oxygen.

I heard the faint sound of footsteps as I relished the feeling of being in his arms and feeling his touch. 'Must be a servant' my mind thought, not noticing how close those footsteps really were and that they seemed to pick up the pace. As his teeth grazed me again I couldn't help but let out a delighted whimper, knowing he was through playing games with me.

Just as he opened his mouth wide on my neck and was about to puncture me I heard the door slam open so quickly that I didn't even have a chance to open my eyes before I was ripped away from him. Opening my eyes and ready to throw in my 2 cents about being disturbed I was met with the site of Richard beating...Richard? Noticing what he was beating him with I had to look at my hand. The whole time Richard was licking me I'd been holding the book I'd read earlier but now it was at the mercy of being used as a weapon. From the profane words that were coming out of the Richard that had just appeared I could safely assume that the one that was about to bite me was NOT my husband. "YOU DISGUSTING AND FUCKED UP EXCUSE FOR A VAMPIRE! IF YOU WEREN'T MY PATHETIC, LOW LIFE SIRE I'D RIP YOUR FUCKING HEAD OFF AND SKIN YOUR FLESH OFFAND FEED IT TO STARVING SHARKS! YOU KNOW DAMN WELL THAT SHE'S MY WIFE YOU COCK SUCKING MOTHERFUCKER!!!" And every word was followed by a hit with my precious book, sending the pages flying in all directions. The book didn't deserve this treatment, it never did any harm.

The fake Richard seemed amused as my Richard continued to hit him in the face and chest. What the hell is going on?

Still smirking the fake snatched the book from Richard and tossed it behind him as if it was trash. Bastard. "Are you finished?" he asked calmly. My eyes flashed to the poor book on the ground for a moment before going back to the men in front of me.

My husband on the other hand, looked ready to kill with his bare hands. His veins were sticking out of his neck to prove my point how pissed he was. "I should kill you for even touching her. She's MINE," he hissed through his clenched teeth.

"And I can see why you don't want to share her," the fake replied, sending a smile my way.

"I shouldn't have to share what's mine to you or anyone else. Especially my WIFE. What were you thinking, Drake? Did you think you could come into my home and seduce my wife from me? To take advantage of her since she can't see the lies you put around her? That's low, even for you."

"And you're any better?" As Drakes eyes still looked at me he blew me a kiss and winked. Looking between the two of them the resemblance was too shocking. Was he a doppelganger? "She is lovely though, isn't she" he whispered, "how did you find her?" I had a feeling there was more to that question than what my mind could figure out.

Moving to my side as if to protect me from this stranger I looked up into Richard's eyes to see that he was glaring daggers at this Drake guy. I'd never seen Richard this mad before and it was just nerve racking. "Richard, who is this?" my quiet voice asked. I had to know, its only fair that I know who exactly I was about to lock lips with and let feed off me only to be deceived.

As soon as the words left my mouth my servant and only friend Lilith popped her head through the door, letting her body follow suit. As she did so her blue eyes were staring at some papers in her hands. "Richard before I forget-oh, you already know he's here. Hello again, Drake," she said as she looked up from her documents. Her eyes took in his exposed chest, seeming to ignore the fact that he looked like Richard. I don't blame her though.

Taking only a moment to glance at her he replied politely. "Lilith." Instantly his eyes returned to me, his face thoughtful as those crystal blue eyes examined me as if he'd never seen me before.

Lilith continued as if he hadn't interrupted her. "As I was saying Richard, I figured out why your jet took a detour to France after your last meeting. Your pilot received a message from Luke, your new flight planner, who swears on your wife's life that you told him personally that you needed to take a trip to Paris, France for an unexpected conference. I think we can both safely guess who impersonated you." Her dark blue eyes glinted from behind her side dark blonde bangs as she looked at Drake with some sort of hunger in her eyes. It seemed strange to me considering that he looked just like Richard and she never showed interest in him before. Her hand started to play with the thin strap of her black tank top while trying to get Drake's attention. I noticed that she'd gone and gotten some new tattoos and they looked almost real. They made it look like her wrists were slit and still bleeding lightly. Lately they’ve been catching my attention..like her tits that have tattoos of bite marks on them (which are new as well since I haven't noticed them before). I blame Ollie for making me notice other girl's tits since he's the one who left his porn magazines all over his bedroom floor. Or places that I could easily find them for that matter.

Tearing my gaze from her nice round lumps I watched as she walked away, her tattoo's on her back visible through her see through shirt. Again, these ones looked almost real, like she'd actually been whipped on the back. She left the room as my gaze turned to the two identical men before me. Richard's voice drew me in. "What did you think you were going to do? Get a taste of something that neither you nor I thought that I would have?"

"Richard I had no clue you were even married until I saw her tonight. You never keep in contact, hence why I always have to drop in unexpectedly. And I wouldn't steep that low, not when I know how much she means to you."

"You're a liar," he whispered coldly. I could feel his body tense as he said the words.

"Richard who is this guy?" I asked again. I'm tired of being left in the dark about this matter. Some guy who just so happens to look like my husband came in and impersonated him, then proceeded to make out with me and almost bite me. I think I deserve to at least know who the guy is.

Drake's eyebrows lifted. "You're serious? She has NO clue that I'm your father? Have you NOT mentioned me AT ALL, Richard?"

He stuck his chin up. "I never saw the need to. You hardly ever come around and no one talks about our uncanny resemblance anymore. And when you do come around you either pretend to be me for a day or just get laid by my servants."

I had to think about what I'd just heard...I nearly let my father-in-law fuck me if he would have taken it that far. But as I looked at Drake I somehow believed the hurt look on his face as his son both accused him of trying to seduce me and not even being mentioned. "Son, if you really don't believe me when I say I would have never slept with her then read my mind and see the truth. That's all you have to do. Yes I would have bitten her because she smells so good and I've never smelled blood as sweet as hers since your mother but I wouldn't have tainted the love you guys have for each other. That is something I will never try to take from you since it's the one thing I've hoped you would have at some point since I cannot have it myself."

I could sense Richard reading his father's thoughts to see through what a lie was and what wasn't. But I needed to settle something before we moved on to a different topic. Breaking myself free before Richard could say anything I walked over to Drake and shook his hand. "Let me formally introduce myself before I let myself be rude. I'm Myra, your son's wife."

His smile seemed to be honestly happy that I was trying to make peace. "Hello, I'm Drake. Your husband's father. Sorry for the deception but I wanted to know you a little better."

Smiling and nodding my head once I removed my hand: then I slapped him with the same hand. The look of shock was priceless on his face. "I just want to get a few things straight with you. I DON'T JUST LET ANYONE TOUCH ME OR BITE ME FOR THAT MATTER. SO UNLESS YOU'RE NAME IS RICHARD AND YOU ARE MY HUSBAND I WOULD SUGGEST KEEPING YOUR HANDS TO YOURSELF OR I WILL CHOP THEM OFF. I WOULDN'T CARE IF YOU'RE COUNT FUCKING DRACULA OR THE FATHER OF MY HUSBAND OR GOD HIMSELF, YOU DO NOT TOUCH ME. Understood?"

Slowly his shocked expression turned into a smile and he started to chuckle. What surprised me was that Richard was chuckling as well from behind me. I looked behind me and raised an eyebrow. "What?"

Richard's hand ran through his hair and messed up his spikes as his smile grew. "It's funny."

"What is?" I asked.

"That's his real name, Myra."

I looked back at Drake, his smile ever present. "I prefer my new name, Drake. And Richard, I have to say this: I like your wife. Anyone who can put me in my place and not be afraid of the consequences deserves my respect. Welcome to the family, my new sweet daughter."

***Present Time***

[Olli P.O.V]

I waited for her to keep speaking but she remained silent as she folded her hands on her lap while she leaned back against the head board. That's it? No action? There's got to be more.

"That's it." The look on her face proved that she thought nothing else on the matter.

"What? You can't be serious Myra! The father of your husband came in and made out with you and Richard just hit him with a book?! That's all the action there is?"

"Ja."

"But-but isn't Richard supposed to be like, a very bad man to piss off?" This kind of didn't make any sense to me. If this Richard guy was so bad why would he not fly out into an uncontrollable rage and attack his 'dad' for even being near his woman? Why hit him with a book of all things? If it was Till, Doom or even me we'd all be on the jackass who dared touch our women.

"This was different, Olli. Richard is the most powerful of us all-"

"I thought you said he was the strongest?" Is she trying to confused me? That's not nice Myra.

She rolled her eyes at me. "Ok, maybe I did. But technically he's not, just to clarify things. He's the most powerful but not the strongest. Richard has more powers than his father but Drake is a LOT stronger than Richard from what Richard told me. If he disrespects his father Drake won't hesitate to put Richard in his place using brute strength. And Richard respects Drake as much as he doesn't like him. So..."

I was starting to catch on. "So if Richard tried to disrespect him, then Drake would have no problem ruining Richard's image of unbeatable strength, and Richard likes it when people fear him, doesn't he?" I asked.

Her smile said it all. "Exactly. Richard doesn't need fear to prove he's powerful, it's just a pain in the ass to have to go through killing people off all the time to get the point across."

Swiftly she rose from the bed and made her way over to the window near the bed and gazed out into the night, it was almost dawn from the look of the lighting. Slowly I joined her, getting a feel for my new body as I walked. I didn't feel much different, if maybe a little more energized than I normally do. Kind of like eating a candy bar or drinking an energy drink, only not going to crash after the sugar rush.

Standing behind her I laid my right hand on her shoulder and gazed at the sunrise over the trees. It seemed beautiful but I noticed that I was experiencing fear as I remembered what had happened to Christoph trying to test the sunlight theory; he came out with his arm scarred for 4 days until it healed completely.

Myra closed the curtains and had turned around and hugged me as if to comfort me and acknowledging my fear. "Don't worry Olli, sun block works fine with some sunglasses and heavy clothes. There's nothing to fear, I'm here for you."

I returned her hug and took pleasure from feeling her mothering me. It's been a long time since someone even remotely took care of me emotionally at least. "I want to take you to go see mom, sis."

I felt her nod her head in agreement as she continued to hug me. "I hope that me showing up doesn't send her into some sort of shock and kill her." She sounded almost like she was joking but there was an undertone of seriousness. What would our mother do when she sees her long lost daughter? Will she care? Or will she remain silent as she's done for so long? Or would she actually die of shock? I have no fucking clue.

[Till's P.O.V]

***After the encounter with Myra***

"You're an ideot," I stated as I grabbed a half empty bottle of vodka out of the freezer. I was half tempted to smack Doom across the face once I dragged him back to our apartment (which isn't far from the bar we were at) but I'm more thirsty at the moment. "You don't provoke Richard Kruspe. Especially when his wife just so happens to be Myra, the girl you bullied when we were younger and also my best girl friend."

"She wasn't you're girl friend, Till. And if she was, I would have killed you for it."

I smacked him in the back of the head. I will never tire of that punishment. "You're a moron. And that's not what I was talking about. I was referring to the fact that I told you all those years ago that picking on her was going to get you killed whether it would be by Olli, me or some future boyfriend." I took a quick swig of the bottle, not bothering to share any of it with him. He doesn't need it like I do. Ah, that's good shit. I looked directly into his eyes as I said the next thing. "Oh..wait, SHE'S MARRIED NOW to basically the vampire prince of darkness. So HE'D kill you." I knew that bringing up the fact that Myra was now married stung him hard. It should too, he could have been in Richard's place by her side instead of on the sidelines watching.

She was everything to him and then she disappeared. I love her too but in a brother type of way, he loved her like she was everything he ever needed. Maybe once I could have felt the same way for her as he still does, but I quickly grew out of that knowing that I preferred her the way we'd always been: just friends. It's just too bad that he couldn't find the balls to tell her his feelings or find the common sense to stop hurting her at least.

Running a pail hand over his face he seemed to try and wake himself from a bad dream. Too bad his nightmare was real. "I can't believe that she'd marry that bossy jackass. And how the hell do you know who he is?" Our eyes met and I saw the questions lurking behind them.

Apparently he still thinks I'm not too bright after all these years if he hasn't quite realized yet that vampires naturally hate werewolves for our ways and want to kill us, with the exception of him. "Christoph, don't make me slap you. I've talked about him before." I took another swig. I'm going need another bottle soon. "He's the prince of vampires and since his father is count-fucking Dracula, the king and creator of your kind."

"What do you mean 'my kind'?"

Does he NEVER shut up? Now I know how Myra felt when he pulled this shit on her. He's too rude. I smacked him again in the back of the head, making sure not to use the hand holding my drink while I downed the liquid pleasure. Instantly he shut his trap. "Have you forgotten that you're a vampire too, Doom? Don't answer that, it was a rhetorical question. As I was saying, he's the vampire prince, all werewolves know of him, considering that he's the number one werewolf slayer and since I'm a werewolf I'm also a target too."

"But you didn't turn until you hit 14 when we went camping that one summer. Puberty sucked for you Mr. Harry-man. So how would you know so much about him?"

Note to self: call Olli's cousin Alice and have her revoke that nickname or no brownies the next time she comes to visit. "HELLO! My parents are werewolves, well, dad is and mom's a wolf shape-shifter but that's not the point! The point is, is that both of them were nearly killed by Richard and or his people. That's why I know so much about him and why my family doesn't live with a pack. Living in a pack means big numbers and big numbers attract attention. But you SERIOUSLY should not piss him off, he's more deadly than both of us combined."

With that I drowned the rest of the bottle and placed it on the table, thinking as to where Olli hid his bottle. Probably under his pillowcase. Or his underwear drawer. Or the shoe rack. It's probably in the last place where he'd think I'd look...that must mean its hiding with the laundry soap hidden behind the stack of dirty laundry.

Not even bothering to see what Doom was talking about I left him alone and walked down the hallway into the closet and looked behind all 3 baskets of dirty clothes: jackpot. No liquor can hid from me! Ooooo... Jaggermister. Good job Olli, next time you should hide it in the trash can under the bag that holds the trash in, that's where Doom hides his. Too bad I already drank that one.

Going back into the living room I saw something that stopped me in my tracks. Doom was crying. I can honestly say that I'd never seen the man cry before. He wasn't sobbing like a cry baby or anything, he was just staring at an old picture, the last picture taken, of Myra and us 3 boys and it was actually a good day when that was taken, with tears rolling down his face. "Are you ok buddy?" I had to make sure he wasn't about to lose his marbles.

I received no response, it was like I wasn't even in the room with him. "Doom?"

When he did speak he sounded a cross between distant, sad and mournful. "..I'd always hoped beyond all hope that she hadn't been murdered. That she was still alive...I loved her so much Till."

Walking over to him I sat down and handed him the bottle, he might need it more than I do right now. He took it but did not drink as he continued to stare at the picture. "I know you did Doom. It's only natural that there's still some lingering feelings for her." Hell deep down I know that somewhere in my heart that I've still got a crush on her.

Tearing his eyes from the photograph they met mine, pain and fierceness showing in them. "You don't get it though. I STILL love her. I STILL want her, Till."

"But she's taken, Chris. She can't be yours. Not as long as Richard is alive and as much as it pains me to say this, we're going to have to let her go and Olli too if he plans on staying with her, which I'm guessing is what he'll do."

I'm not happy about losing Myra again and loosing Olli at the same time but I saw the look in Myra's eyes when that Richard guy held her, when his love for her showed in his eyes. I can't interfere with that, even if it means giving up 2 of my best friends because I know I'll probably have to be on the run soon now that Richard has smelled me. It's only a matter of time before he comes and trys to kill me. He just might be after Chris as well if he sees him as competition. I would fight for my friends unconditionally, but I can't bring myself to hurt someone that truly loves Myra for herself.

Suddenly Doom stood up and started for the door. What the hell is he thinking??? Quickly I got up and followed him, stopping his hand from twisting the door knob to open the door. His fiery blue eyes burned into mine, daring me to stop him. "Remove your hand, Till."

"Where the hell do you think you're going? We need to stay on the down-low for a while."

"I'm not losing her again, Till. Don't even try to stop me."

"You'll be killed you ideot!" I screamed at his face. "You can't go. She doesn't love you!"

The next thing I knew, I was seeing black and dreaming about the day we got that picture taken.

.. I'm gunna beat him when I wake up.
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