NIGHTCRAWLERS.

BUT WHO ARE YOU FIGHTING FOR?

they say,
"you want a war, you've got a war,"
but who are you fighting for?
tide's out,
the ship's run aground
we drown
traitors in shallow water

champagne for my real friends, real pain for my sham friends - fall out boy

In all honesty, Cyprus was looking for trouble. Although he hadn't known of the actions of the two vampires, already known to be two extremely naive brothers, he had been lazing around after dark, searching through the sky for something interesting.

But Cyprus Van Halen, arguably the coolest vampire in town (his words, not mine), obsessed with someone? And much less some new kid? Never, Abel was just someone to play with, a new acquaintance and nothing more.

An acquaintance with a cool sword.

An acquaintance with a really cool sword and nice fashion sense.

An acquaintance with a really cool sword and really good fashion sense and ̶a̶ ̶s̶o̶r̶t̶a̶ ̶p̶r̶e̶t̶t̶y̶ ̶f̶a̶c̶e̶

He prefers not to think about it.

Cyprus could smell the scent of blade-spilled blood from almost miles away, a cry of toil echoing through the forest below. Shouting a signature warning call, he immediately dove down to see the brutal scene below.

"How nice of you to appear in our territory." Cyprus said, wind flowing through every nook and cranny of the vampire's bleached wings as he crossed his arms. Sword still on the vampires' necks, Abel turned around, looking at the sight before him. "And here I thought this place was boring." he commented, a wilt of emotion in his voice.

"Don't get used to it, there's always some bullshit happening," he returned, walking towards the four. "What is this?" Cyprus asked, finally noticing the two vampires in such a pathetic position.

"We were just-"

"Quiet. Filth doesn't speak." Abel's grip on the blade tightened, the leather material tightening around the stone hilt.

"D'you mind repeating that for me?"

"You heard what I said."

"Big talk for someone that short."

"Says the dude who wears platform shoes."

"Says the furry."

"Says the fa-"

"Wow, what a great way to meet!" Joanne finally burst in, appearing in front of the two rivals, both of them finally actually noticing her for the first time. "Oh, Joanne, how are you?"

"I'm fine, thank you, and I was planning on introducing you to the guy, but it seems like you've already tried that." She said through clenched teeth, cocking her head at the vampire.

"So, he's one of yours?" Cyprus asked the nodding werewolf, barely glancing at the boy in red.

"You know, you don't have to talk about me like I'm not here."

"What happened to 'filth doesn't speak', huh?"

"If that's the case, then maybe I should have already dealt with you." Abel commented, the cold metal of his sword sounding against the scabbard.

Cyprus couldn't help but feel offended by the man's bravado, fangs bared as he approached him. "And would you mind telling us what you were doing?"

"Hey, look, they attacked me and Joanne, and then when those cowards started running, they were talking about 'him' and saying that he 'didn't say anything about a sword'." He said, mocking the two vampires all the way.