Vampires
Azreal was growing tired of Viktor’s now constant paranoid rants about vampire hunters. His own report had not calmed him down. The family ran scared out of the big city to a small town where they would be safe. That was not so out of the ordinary. In fact it made more sense than what Viktor was saying now.
Azreal stared out of the windows from the upscale condo as if he could escape from the room. It was twenty stories up, but still he could jump out the window and survive. He glanced back at Viktor sitting behind a large desk in a black leather swivel chair. He was still droning on about the past. No one remembered the 80’s, why would they remember any of this?
When would Viktor ever realize those days are done and gone? They were never to return. All this horse and buggy talk, he’d heard it all before growing up. As a child in the late seventies he was always getting an earful of how it was “Back In My Day”. It was almost torture how he was never to escape this conversation, for all eternity as luck would have it. Azreal sighed heavily and looked back out the window at the endless clouds. At least there used to be a way out, there used to be sunlight.
“You’re worthless.” Viktor scoffed and leaned back in his chair. “You don’t even hear a word I say. It’s wasted breath.”
“Can I go now?” Azreal was beyond caring. He would no longer pander to his bosses lunacy, no matter what it meant.
“Go!” Viktor waved him off. “Go, you stupid boy, and get killed while you are it!”
Azreal rolled his eyes as he walked out.
A gang of four goth boys hung around near the elevator.
Azreal approached them, “Let’s go to Station X tonight, I need to blow off some steam.”
The band of boys grinned and the nights camaraderie began.
Station X was the most popular Goth club in town. It was located between the university and the city’s largest high school. The unregulated club ran regular and after hours, closing around what would have been sunrise.
The boys had no problems that night. Around 2am they started a fight and won. At 4am they all had found their dinner. By 6am they took their meals home, instead of dining out.
The girls never noticed the other bodies in the apartment, because they never had the electricity hooked up. Anything they felt or thought they felt was always quickly explained away. The girls were always too sloshed to understand much of what was going on. Tonight was no different.
Azreal walked out on to the fire escape and looked out at the city. He listened to the sounds of life going by. He missed his Mom. She had died so long ago. He didn’t even make it to her funeral, it was held in the day. He went there that night, to her grave and cried. He wished he didn’t have to feel like this all the time. For all eternity. Viktor was right about one thing though, he did feel pretty worthless.