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Have I met you before? (Remity 2)

I keep on making Rem sound like a southern bell because I'm from the south and I can't stop it. Why are valley girl accents so hard to write? I'm tempted to just end every sentence with "girl", at this point.

I wrote this while I was tired so it isn't that good. Just a warning.

The blood was a retched taste on his tongue. It might as well have been sewage. Despite what most thought, blood didn't suddenly taste better when you became a vampire. It still held that familiar metallic taste to it.

Virgil hated drinking blood, and still winced when he drank it. He would starve himself in an attempt not to taste it again. That never worked. 

So here he was, at a vampire bar, drinking some blood mixed with alcohol. A real Bloody Mary if you will. 

Virgil was interrupted from his thoughts by someone sitting next to him. The other male vampire with a high-pitched valley girl accent ordered a cocktail. Virgil pulled at his hood more to hide his face. He didn't like people seeing his scars.

"Hey, girl. You come here often?" The other laughed. "Don't think I've seen you around here." 

"No." Virgil sighed, playing with his glass of blood so it nearly spilled over.

"Oh, mysterious!" The person that Virgil could hardly see from behind his hood cooed. "Well, I've just got to know more about you. Talk to me sweetheart."

And Virgil was compelled to let his word flow, because it wasn't like they were going to talk again and who was Virgil going to talk to besides this stranger? He had no one else. He might have four decades ago, but right now, there was no one else. And this stranger talked similar to his old... Friend? Love? Boyfriend? What were they even back then? Friend was the safe bet. But this stranger seemed so similar to him.

But what if this vampire was violent? What if they judged him? What if they yelled at him? What if they followed him? What if they killed him?

"Hello, earth to emo?" The other vampire with relatively tan skin for a vampire waved their hand in front of Virgil, making him jump back a little. "You okay?" 

Virgil sighed, staring at the drink in his hands in a hope to keep his scars from being shown. "'M Anxeity." 

"Girl, sins names? Fine, if you want to play that game, the name's Sleep." Sleep claimed, downing some of his drink. It was obvious his intent was to get absolutely wasted before the end of the night. Great, just what Virgil needed... "So, when'd you get turned?" 

"I died in the eighties." Virgil put his head in his hands, his eyes still focused on the red drink in front of him. He knew he needed more, but he didn't want to drink it.

"Died? Woah, a half-blood?" Sleep gasped. "Was the milkman a vampire?" Virgil could hear his smirk.

"Nope, Mom was. Left early in my life." Anxeity rolled his eyes. "Didn't know until this happened." 

"Hmm, so how long we're ya' in the ground?" Sleep raised a brow.

"Almost ten years." 

"Woah, were you torn to shreds when you died? 'Cause, girl, it takes a year to come back from what I've heard." 

"Basically." Virgil clicked his tongue. "Ain't showing you my scars though." 

"Okay, okay. No need to get defensive, sweetheart." Sleep raised his hands in the air. "But, anyway, I turned in the fifties." 

"'Kay, grandpa." Virgil teased.

"Girl, I'm only thirty years older than you." Sleep pursed his lips. "So, how'd you die?"